The Legendarium's Darkest Tale (Harry Potter & Winx Club Fanfic)

Chapter 3

"Pfft. Wands on the floor, he says? He doesn't know who he's talking to. " Aisha said. "Miniwinx?"

"Perfect. " Bloom nodded, and pulled out a jar of fairy dust from her wings. Aisha and Roxy did the same and sprinkled the fairy dust all over themselves, easily reducing themselves into tiny versions of their own selves. Together, they fluttered out, and hid behind the man outside the door. In a flash, they went back to their original size. Without a minutes ado, Aisha shouted, "Morphix Net!"

The net bound the man from behind, and the wand flew out of his hand. Nebula exited the West Wing of the castle, clapping.

"Impressive work, Winx. Now let's get to this guy . . . " she snarled at the man as the rest of the Winx came over to see what was going on.

"Who's this guy? Why did you tie him up?" Musa asked.

"He tried to threaten us when we came out of the West Wing!" Roxy said.

"Who are you?" Flora asked, a hardness in her eyes.

The man was quite tall, with messy black hair and a curiously shaped scar, a little like a lightning bolt, on his forehead. He was wearing black robes, and had a weary, tired look on his face.

"My name is Harry Potter." The man looked expectant.

"So? What are you? Are you human? Why are you here?" Musa was taking this man in her stride. Whoever this Harry Potter dude was, he wasn't going to get any special treatment.

A look of wonder came over the man's face, before he turned firm. He seemed to be making some sort of decision.

"My name is Harry Potter, I am a wizard, and I am the head of the Auror department at the Ministry of Magic. I came here because there was a stray dementor, outside ministry control, in the west wing. That thing was my patronus, Prongs but I realised you guys had already defeated it. "

"Do you think we're stupid or something, Potter? You think we would believe the word of a WIZARD?" There was a fire in Bloom's eyes that no one had seen before.

"He can't do much damage without his wand, Bloom. Let's just take him to Daphne. She might know something about him and his kind. " Tecna suggested, twirling the wand in her fingers.

"Does this mean vacation's over? Why are we always stopped when we try and have some peace?" Stella stormed, accidentally making the sun stronger and stronger until it's heat was literally baking them inside out. Flora put a hand on her arm.

"It's alright, Stella. We'll be back here as fast as we can, alright?" Flora reassured.

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Daphne was in her office, sipping a nice cup of piping hot coffee when her door was flung open and in stormed the Winx and Roxy, dragging along a weird looking bundle. And then she realised that the bundle was a person. A man, to be particular, bound up in Aisha's Morphix. He looked kind of familiar, but Daphne only realised who he was when she saw the lightning scar on his forehead, and she let out a squeak.
'Harry . . . Harry Potter!" Daphne exclaimed, a mysterious buzzing in her ear. And then, she fainted.

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Harry didn't expect the woman to understand what was going on. Heck, he didn't expect anyone to know who he was, based on the winx's reactions. He had grown accustomed to people knowing who he was, not having to bother trying to make a good impression on others as they already saw him as a hero. Now, he realised that he had taken all those things for granted. This was clean slate, mostly. And being dragged in, wrapped in weird purple material wasn't the best way to introduce himself. So imagine his horror when the woman reacted like every other witch or wizard he met. She fainted. Bloody hell.

Harry watched as the women, or Winx, as they called themselves, bustled around, healing the woman. Once she was awake, she immediately untied Harry. He slowly regained feeling in his arms and legs.

"Mr. Potter, it's an honour to meet you. I never thought I would have the chance to talk to you, especially with me being a fairy and all, but I would like to thank you for defeating You-Know-Who . . . " she started.

"Hold the phone! Daphne, how do you know this guy?" The blonde fairy asked. Harry disliked the sound of her voice. It was weirdly high pitched and got on his last nerve.

"I'd like to ask that too. How . . . How do you know me?" Harry asked, perplexed.

"Of course I know you! I used to study History of Magic with Professor Binns. I still get copies of the Daily Prophet, even though inter-dimensional post costs a lot. "

Harry's head whirled. This was way too much for him. He knew fairies existed, but he didn't know that the fairies' world and his world were so deeply connected. Speechless, he let her do the talking.

"Girls, this is Harry Potter. The Boy who Lived. It's a really Long story, but basically, Harry and his friends helped to fight off and kill a really evil wizard called Lord Voldemort. He's on our side, I swear!" She said.

The redhead looked like she was in a dilemma. Making up her mind, she asked, "Are you sure we can trust him?"

"Yes, definitely. " she replied. 

"Then I think we started off on the wrong footing, Mr. Potter. My name is Bloom, and this is my Sister Daphne. Fairy of the Dragon Flame. " the redhead introduced herself and the blonde History of Magic teacher.

"I'm Stella. Fairy of the Sun and Moon. " the blonde said, a smile on her face. Harry still disliked her with a passion.

"Tecna. " the girl with the violent purple hair introduced herself. She reminded Harry of Tonks, and he felt a Pang in his chest.

"Flora. " she seemed quite nice.

"Musa. " That was some shocking blue hair.

"Aisha. " said the girl with the wild, Hermione like hair, the one who had bound him in the purple stuff.

"Roxy. Fairy of Animals" she held out a hand. She seemed a lot younger than the rest.

"Harry Potter. " Harry said faintly.

"I think we've given our guest an information overload. We'll let him rest in one of the empty rooms in the castle before we learn more about each other's worlds, alright?" Daphne suggested.

Sleep sounded great, Harry thought, as he passed out on the bed.