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The Realm of Fairies was like any another dimension packed into Earth. There were all sorts of fairies for all sorts of things.

There were pixies, who were fairies with so little magic that it stunted their growth and only allowed them to levitate things with their pixie dust.

There were tooth fairies, who collected the fallen teeth of children and left them money in return. The teeth were used in their scepters and allowed better magical advancement. The more teeth a fairy collected, the more prestige their earned.

There were elemental fairies, who were not to be trifled with. Especially the ones who were born of fire.

There were battle fairies who specialized in battle magicks. They could be terrifying, simply put.

There were the fae, who adored nature a bit too much. Like a Nymph and a Sidhe rolled into one. Sweet and gentle until angered, where they turned into screeching females who were ready to fling spells.

And then came the most rare and yet powerful fairies. The fairy godparents. With the ability to grant almost any wish of their kids, and the immunity from all laws but their own realm's, they held the most power and position. Unfortunately, they were also in rare supply.

Either you were born a godparent or not. And unfortunately, only about four were born every millennium and they usually died after four thousand years. So the Realm of Fairies only had about twenty and the youngest had just reached adulthood by attaining her one thousandth year.

And at her birthday celebration, what is she informed? The Enchantress herself - queen of all fairies - tells her that she is to be given a kid of her own. A kid who was in need of a friend and until his life was better, she was to stay with him and help him.

The contract was already made.

And who was she given of all the people in the realms?

The most famous magical child since the Founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the first magical school in the Mortal Realm of Earth.

Harry Potter.

Poor kid.

They just shucked her on him.

His life would never be the same.

Harry Potter huffed as he moved back up to his room. Uncle Vernon was having company over and he was to go and 'not exist' in his bedroom until the morning. And he had to keep Hedwig silent or else she would have to go or be killed, his uncle wasn't particular about which.

Life was unfair.

He opened his bedroom door to find something he was not expecting. There was a deeply, tanned woman in a really long, flowing, purple dress, with two large green and black wings attached to her back, fighting with an odd looking creature that had green, tennis ball eyes and droopy ears. The woman had her arm around the thing's neck.

"Harry Potter!" the creature called from the headlock it was stuck in. "Such an… honor it is to... meet you!"

"Excuse me, but who are you and why are you here?"

The two stopped struggling against each other and parted, the woman dropping the thing to the floor.

She smiled suddenly and began… floating. Her wings were flapping so fast he could only see a blur. He noticed she wasn't wearing shoes either. "I'm Varix, your fairy godmother."

The creature on the floor, stood and gave a bow, it's long nose brushing the floor in the process. "I'm Dobby, sir. Dobby the House Elf."

Harry just stared. "The who and the what now?"

Varix pointed to herself, "Fairy who grants your wishes." She then pointed top Dobby, "Elf who cleans houses. What more can we say?"

"Well I've never heard of either of you and not to be rude or anything, but this isn't exactly the time for me to have either of you in my bedroom."

Dobby proceeded to bow repeatedly, "Dobby is sorry, but Dobby had to come and speak with Harry Potter. It is most urgent, sir. And if Dobby's family ever knew that Dobby was here," he shivered.

"Huh?"

Varix sighed, "House Elves are servants to witches and wizards and they punish themselves when they do wrong or make mistakes. However, some masters go beyond their rights and decide to punish their Elves themselves. If his family knew he was talking to you of all people, they'd probably have him quartered."

Dobby nodded sadly.

Harry looked around for a second, before closing his door. "I honestly can't be making noise or else. So can we do this quietly? Do either of you want to sit down?"

Dobby burst into tears and began hailing him as a great wizard for being so kind. Varix simply waved a hand and made a chair appear out of thin air. She sat primly and smiled. "He's got something important to tell you and something to give you," she said, sending the Elf a piercing look.

Dobby winced, but removed something from the hideous thing he was wearing. A stack of letters! Harry's letters!

"Dobby feels most aggrieved, sir. But dangerous things are to happen at Hogwarts this year and Dobby thought that the best way for Harry Potter to stay safe, was to not go back. So Dobby planned to take Harry Potter's mail so that Harry Potter might be too sad and not want to go back to school, sir." He handed the stack of letters to Harry. "Dobby has already ironed his hands for taking today's mail."

Harry was a bit uncomfortable with the thought of someone punishing themselves so thoroughly. He accepted his mail with a soft 'thank you' and placed it on the small desk the Dursleys had afforded him.

"Are you sure something bad will happen? Does it have to do with Voldemort?"

Dobby flinched, but shook his head in the negative. "History… is to repeat… itself."

Dobby gave a loud cry and Varix waved a hand, making a green light cover the walls of Harry's small bedroom. Dobby proceeded to smash his head into the windowsill repeatedly, screaming, "Bad Dobby!" Hedwig began screeching at the disturbing noise.

"Dobby! Dobby! Please, stop! Dobby!"

The Elf swayed in place, shaking his head a few times for good measure. "Dobby apologizes, Harry Potter, sir. Dobby almost spoke too much. But Dobby is only trying to keep Harry Potter safe!"

"Which is kind of you and all," Varix began. "But I'm here now and he'll be fine with me around."

"I'm sorry, what are you here for?" Harry asked her.

She huffed, "You didn't hear? I'm your fairy godmother. The Fairy Queen chose you as the newest fairy godchild because you deserve some help and happiness in your life. My contract will be up the moment you don't need me anymore."

She stood and smoothed her dress down. "Now, there are five rules: I can't kill any humans, can't make any humans fall in love, can't bring humans back from the dead - no matter how much Death seems to favor you, he wouldn't appreciate it - and I cannot take something of great import from someone else just so you can have it, nor can I make you automatically pass examinations or win duels, tournaments, etc... Everything else is free game, as well as the loopholes," she grinned, violet eyes twinkling slightly.

Fairies are real. Fairy godmothers are real.

"Is this like a wanting to go to the ball and having to leave at midnight because the magic's not permanent?"

"Okay, while Disney had a great imagination, don't take anything in his movies at face value. The only kind of magic that reverses after a short time period is Transfiguration. Everything else is permanent unless there is a count charm, spell, curse, ritual, you get what I'm putting down?"

"I think so."

"Great! Now, Dobby, do you have anything else to tell Harry or do you have to get home?"

Dobby gave a deep bow. "Dobby must go, Harry Potter, sir. But please Miss Fairy, please protect Harry Potter, or Dobby may have to act."

He was gone with a pop a second later.

"Well," Varix said, clapping her fingers. "What would you like?"

"I don't know, what do I do?"

"Well, perhaps you should read those letters of yours."

Harry nodded and sat down on his bed. "Do you need anything or…?"

"No, I'm fine. Go ahead."

He didn't know how long it took, but he was pulled away from his ninth letter, by being hit in the head by something. Varix was already up from her seat and holding it. It was a letter. His window was open and flying away in the distance, was an owl.

"Your Ministry is full of idiots. They can't even tell when the child themselves don't do the magic," Varix tutted. She sent Harry a smile, "I'm going to clear this up with the Improper Use of Magic Office. They were informed of my use of a silencing charm and Dobby's Apparition and are blaming you. I'll be back in a mo."

She was gone with a pop the next second and Harry was left in wonder.

Varix had only been to the Ministry of Magic four times and she knew the drill. And hated every moment of it.

When she flew into the Improper Use of Magic Office and demanded to see Madam Hopkirk, the workers all gaped.

The woman was brought before her as well as some Aurors. Fat load of help they'd give.

"I want you to remove this infraction you just added to my godchild's records. Seriously, your Ministry is that pathetic that you can't differentiate Fairy Magic, House Elf Magic, and Wizard Magic? What twelve year old boy knows how to Apparate?"

Madam Hopkirk gaped, before shaking herself off visibly. "And whom are we speaking of?"

"Harry James Potter, and I'm his fairy godmother."

The ensuing silence was golden.

Harry was startled from his letters by the reappearance of Varix.

"YOU'VE BEEN CLEARED!"

He fell off the bed in shock while hissing, "Shhhhhhh!"

"Silencing Charm, duh!"

His nose wrinkled. "You talk funny."

She sat in her conjured seat and huffed, "Time between our realms is different. I could go to any time period in your realm if I wanted. Before my thousandth birthday, I spent several years in America, just chillin'. I think it was the year 2017 when I left."

Harry didn't know which was more shocking, 'thousandth birthday' or 'year 2017', and he didn't want to think on either.

"Anyway, like any other time I hid in some Earth country, I managed to take on several customs. I was rebellious. Am rebellious. Whatever."

She sat forward, looking eager. "So… what do you want to wish for?"

"Uhhhh…"

"Come on, there's gotta be something you want!"

"I don't know!"

"What kind of kid are you?!"

Harry huffed, "Fine! I'd like to write a letter!"

"Do you have the supplies or do you need to wish for them?"

"Everything's in my trunk, but that and my broom are locked in the cupboard under the stairs."

"Then make a wish, but be very clear on what you want."

This was too much pressure!

"I wish… that my school trunk and Nimbus 2000 will appear on my bed?"

"Eh… we have time to work on it," Varix said, snapping her fingers. A second later, Harry was boxed in on both sides by his broom and his trunk.

He jumped up, unable to stop himself from smiling. This was so cool!

He unlatched the clasps and threw open the top of the trunk. With practiced ease, he shoved his hand inside and located the stack of parchment, as well as his inkwell and a quill.

"Why go through all the trouble when you could just wish for a nice fountain pen?"

Harry looked up and then to his materials, before nodding. "I wish I had a fountain pen."

She nodded approvingly and snapped her fingers, making a beautiful, silver fountain pen appear on his small desk. Harry put the inkwell and quill back and thanked her, before sitting down and flattening out the parchment.

"Maybe if you word everything properly, you could visit your friends for the rest of the summer," she suggested. "I can get you there easily."

Harry's head snapped up and pure hope filled him. He'd love to not have to stay with the Dursleys for the rest of the summer. It'd be a dream come true!

He set to writing his long, overdue replies, silently thanking whatever higher being(s) that existed, that Varix had come to him.

Hedwig was released from her prison. Varix snapped her fingers, making the cage itself become larger. She levitated it to the floor so it wouldn't take up too much space. The former size of the cage was too constricting that Hedwig wouldn't even be able to stretch her wings even the slightest. Varix snapped her fingers again and a bowl filled with water, appeared inside the new cage.

Harry finished his letters and gave them to Hedwig, who gave a low bark. She butted heads with him and shook herself before flying out the still open window.

"You should do your assignments," Varix broke the silence. "I'll help with any knowledge I have. It's better than sitting here and doing nothing while you wait."

With a groan, Harry went to fetch his books. He had four feet of Potions to write. This would be a while.

"I wish Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia will be in good moods for the rest of the summer."

Varix snapped her fingers. "It is done."

Both of their heads snapped to the door, where they could hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Varix snapped her fingers, disillusioning the owl cage, making a vision of Hedwig in a cage, appear on Harry's desk. She then closed the window. She vanished Harry's school supplies into a small bag. She exploded in a burst of sparkles, leaving Harry alone in his seemingly boring room.

Petunia opened the door to find him sitting on his bed, looking bored.

"Come and do your chores."

She didn't even sneer at him. She was in a good mood.

He nodded and left the room.

Out in the garden, he was shocked out of his wits by a purple snake with black stripes green eyes.

§Why are you doing the gardening? Is she really that lazy?§ came the familiar voice of Varix, though with a little his of a hiss at the end. She must be the snake!

§She hasn't done the gardening in years. She had to start up again because I go to Hogwarts,§ he answered.

§Oh, you're a Parselmouth! Good on you.§

§A what?§

§You can speak the serpent's tongue. It's a rare skill that not many humans possess.§

§Snakes have a language?§ he asked, thinking back to that time in the zoo where he thought he'd imagined the snake calling him 'amigo'.

§Yeah.§

§Cool.§

He loved magic.

Harry continued working on the gardening, with Varix throwing in hints that he could just wish for it all to be done. He denied, claiming that he'd have to go in early and probably be given a list of ridiculous chores. She told him that he could just wish for his aunt to go elsewhere and then wish the house clean, to which he finally agreed.

"I wish the gardening was done the way my aunt likes it."

Varix's serpentine eyes glowed a bright green and Harry watched as the gardening tools began moving on their own, digging up weeds and planting the Chrysanthemums and Peonies his aunt had purchased. Then the garden was watered and he was left standing there, marveling at how quickly it had gone by.

"I wish Aunt Petunia had something important to do away from Privet Drive for the next five hours."

The green eyes glowed again. He allowed her to curl around his wrist as he went back to the house. Petunia was bustling about the 'lounge', her handbag was resting on the sofa.

"I'm going to London with Mrs. Polkiss. We're taking Dudley and Piers to the cinema. Do your normal chores and start on dinner. I should be back by the time Vernon is."

She was out the door, leaving Harry with blissful silence.

Varix unwound from his wrist, popping back to her normal form. She grinned. "So… make a wish."

He looked around the room. "I wish the house was as clean as Aunt Petunia wants it to be."

Within seconds, the house was spotless. Even the ceiling was white again!

"Where did all the dirt go?" He'd always wanted to ask something similar after seeing Snape vanish ruined potions. Where did they go?

Varix shrugged, "No idea. I've never been vanished before, so I wouldn't know."

Some help that was.

"So what now?"

He shrugged. "Normally the chores take me hours. I don't really know what to do now."

"Watch the TV," she suggested.

"Huh?"

"The television, kid!"

"Oh, the telly."

Varix rolled her eyes, "And I thought I was doing well in my journey to understanding the differences between American English, British English, and Australian English. I was wrong, obviously."

Harry opted not to say anything, because she used words in ways he didn't understand and he wasn't sure if it was a fairy thing or an American thing and he didn't want to argue.

He sat on the sofa, feeling uncomfortable as he was never allowed to do it before. He switched on the telly and began to practice flipping through channels. He barely ever watched the telly either.

He sat back, watching the characters interact.

Varix was staring at him and then at the screen. "You had a very deprived childhood, didn't you?"

"I suppose."

She sighed and sat in Aunt Petunia's knitting chair. "Yeah. Only a deprived kid would think that Thomas the Tank Engine & Friends is a good show."

Harry didn't really know what to say, so he just turned back to the screen and watched in rapt interest.

Ron's invitation to the Burrow came rather quickly after his reply.

"I wish Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon would let me go stay with the Weasleys whenever I ask."

Varix sent him a grin. "See? That's how you wish for something!" She snapped her fingers. "It is done."

Harry sighed, feeling his worries going away. "Thank you."

Varix smiled. "Not many fairy godchildren emember to thank people. I have a feeling that you'll be very different."

Harry walked downstairs, finding his aunt and uncle in the 'lounge'. With a bit of hesitation, he cleared his throat. "Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon?"

"Hm?" his uncle mumbled, shifting his paper out of the way.

"May I go stay with the Weasleys for the rest of the summer?"

The two seemed to freeze in place, before sharing a look. Vernon turned to him, "You'll be gone until next year?"

"Yes."

"You're finding your own transportation, boy. I won't be driving out to- driving out to- where the devil are you going anyway?"

"Ottery St. Catchpole in Devon."

His aunt and uncle snorted.

"Good luck getting there, boy," Vernon said, before going back to the paper.

"Thank you. I'll be gone quickly."

He dashed up to his bedroom before anything else could be said.

Varix had already gathered his belongings and looked to be debating on whether to let Hedwig fly to the Weasleys or not.

"I'm ready."

She grinned, handing Hedwig's cage to him. "Sit on the trunk. I already put your broom in there, so don't worry."

Harry did as ordered, looking up and waiting. Varix cracked her neck and motioned to him. Something she did when she wanted him to make a wish.

"I wish Hedwig and I, along with my trunk and what's inside, were in the front yard of the Weasley's home."

Snap!

The only thing that changed, was the scenery. Where he was once in a crowded, stuffy room, he was now sitting in a large yard, surrounded by rolling hills and bright, green grass. Wind ruffled his Harry, carrying the scent of fresh grass and flowers. Another popping noise sounded and Varix was floating in front of him.

"Harry Potter!"

Both turned to seem two identical teen boys walking toward them. Though they looked at Varix curiously, they wasted no time in grasping Harry's hands and shaking them vigorously.

"How did you get here?" they asked in unison.

Harry pointed to Varix, who smiled cheerfully and waved. "Though it doesn't need to remain a secret, I'd still like it if few people knew that Harry Potter has a fairy godmother."

Fred and George gaped at Harry who flushed a brilliant shade of red under their scrutiny.

The twins looked at each other and simply settled for, "Wicked."

"I'll be close by," Varix winked at Harry, turning herself into a watch that appeared on his wrist.

"Come, we can introduce you to mum!" one of the twins - George - said.

"Yeah, we were getting ready to use dad's flying car to get you, but you're here now!" said the other.

One twin grabbed Hedwig's cage and the other grabbed Harry's trunk.

"Well… let's go."

Together, the trio, plus the watch that was not a watch, made their way toward the front door.

This summer was probably going to be the best of his young life.

A/N: First is done!

Now, before people go bitching about how Varix is overpowered or is a Mary-Sue, let's get something straight. A powerful character doesn't equate to being a mary/gary sue/stue. I can name several powerful characters introduced as almighty and unbeatable beings in movies and anime and no one bats an eyelash and claims that they are mary-sues.

Varix is of the most rare breed of fairy. Rare because they have power that many would wish to use for themselves. However, she only just reached adulthood in fairy years. She is exactly 1,000 years old. She has more power than Dumbledore or Voldemort and has over 800 years of experience over Dumbles. She's also not biased to only Light Magic. She suffered 1,000 years of magical schooling and the skipping of school. No one could go through schooling for that long and not pick up anything.

Loosely based off of the Fairly Oddparents and Disney's Aladdin.

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