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

Chapter 4

"So, Mr. Harry Potter, what's your story?" Musa asked, absentmindedly strumming her ukelele as she spoke. Since all of the other Winx had gone to meet the guys, Musa was left alone with the Harry Potter guy. Not wanting him to feel left out alone, he had invited her to the girls' apartment for some tea. 

"Well, my parents were dead, I lived with my aunt and uncle for a few years, I found out I was a wizard when I was eleven or so, I went to magic school, Hogwarts. Then there was this really dark wizard who showed up, I fought him for seven years and then killed him. Turns out he had split his soul into seven pieces, so I had to knock those off before I could kill the dude himself. Now, I'm the head of the Auror Department at the Ministry of Magic, I'm married to my best friend's sister, have three kids and a pretty stable life. It's all good." Harry said. 

"Seven years for one wizard? That's rough. Then again, I can't say much. The Winx had to fight the Trix, these three witches from Cloud Tower for a good six years too. Occasionally they turn up with a couple of Dark friends, like Valtor and Darkar, try and steal the Dragon Flame or take over the universe or whatever, but well, we get them down."

"Yeah, that's the thing about evil, isn't it? No matter how many times you fight, you never get over it. It just keeps coming back. And one day you're too old to fight, and then what?" Harry let the question hang in the air. It hovered in the air for a few minutes like a cautious wisp of smoke, punctuated by Musa's ukelele. 

"What I'm most curious about is how we don't know about each other yet. Ministry of Magic, Auror, Hogwarts, I've never heard of these before. And I'm assuming you've never heard of Alfea or Red Fountain either." Musa said. 

"No, you're right. My best guess is that our worlds are kind of layered dimensions, kind of similar and never interfering. I guess we never came across each other's dimensions before. Maybe, Tir Nan Og island is the one place which is common between the two dimensions, like a portal." Harry said. "I have this friend, her name is Hermione. I'm sure she'd know more about this, she's really smar- HERMIONE!" Harry jumped from the chair he had been sitting on and started pacing around nervously. 

"What's wrong?" Musa asked.

"My friends, my family, they don't know what's going on with me, do they? They think I just left to kill a Dementor, oh Ginny is going to be so worried! I need to contact them, Merlin's beard. Do you have a fire?" Harry asked suddenly, searching the pockets of his robes. 

"Yeah, there's a fireplace at the library, I can take you there if you like." Musa asked, confused. 

The two made their way to the Library, ignoring the awkward stares from the students as they saw a teacher with a middle-aged man in strange robes walking past them. Waving to Ms Barbatea, the librarian, Musa pointed Harry to the fire. 

To her utter horror, Harry threw a pinch of powder into the fire and it turned a bright green. Without further ado, Harry shouted something which sounded like, "The Burrow!" and stuck his head into the fire. Musa watched, shocked, as she heard a faint whooshing sound from the fire. 

It had never taken so long for the Floo network to take Harry to Ron's place. He had to stay in the fire for almost a minute before Mrs Weasley's familiar kitchen whirled into view. Harry could practically taste the fabulous ginger carrot stew Mrs Weasley was stirring with her wand. Hanging on to her knees was her grandchild, little Hugo, who was retelling a fantastic story about how Hermione had given his favourite teddy bear a dragon to battle with. When he saw Uncle Harry's head in the fire, he shrieked with delight and pulled on Mrs Weasley's apron, who beamed and knelt down near the fire. 

"Harry! I knew you were alright, I kept telling Ginny to stop worrying and that her husband could take care of himself. Where have you been?" she asked. 

"Sorry for disappearing on you lot, Mrs Weasley, there's been some stuff going on. Could you please tell Ginny I'm alright? Better yet, could you fetch her, and Ron and Hermione too if you don't mind?"

"Sure, dear, give me a second. They're all playing cards upstairs, James wanted a playdate."

Mrs Weasley disappeared from view, and Harry engaged in a delightful conversation with Hugo about his stuffed owl, whom Teddy had charmed to turn its head over and over again. Ron, Hermione and Ginny soon came into view. 

"Harry!" Ginny and Hermione shrieked almost simultaneously. 

"Where have you been, mate? Ginny's been worried sick!" Ron said. 

"It's been a while, Ron." Harry recounted his tale to the three of them. 

"That's impossible! I've heard of the fairies, sure, but Valtor and Darkar? They're not even story-book characters, unless, no it's not possible, it can't be! No! I need to consult my library. Oh Ron, I'll be back in a bit alright? I just need to check on something . . . maybe all the way at Hogwarts?" Hermione murmured under her breath as she walked off and Disapparated with a crack. Ron gaped at Harry.

"Well, whenever she figures out whatever she has to figure out . . ." Ron shrugged. "Anyways, do you need me to come get you or something?" 

"Nah, I need a bit more time. The Dementor was definitely hiding something, and we need to figure out what it is. Tell you what, try to meet me at Tir Nan Og tomorrow morning, alright? A few extra wands might help us find whatever we're looking for. Oh, and tell Kingsley I'm taking a couple of days off."