Trolls, Bergens…and Harry?!

Summary- Harry after a despite attempt to get away from everything finds himself in a whole new world…but what's the dealing with these singing creatures that call themselves trolls? And what are these creatures called Bergens that he is being warned against…and most importantly what happened to him and why does he now have wings….and are those 'trolls' calling him a fairy!?

Disclaimer-I do not own Disney's Trolls or Harry Potter in anyway nor do I make any money off of either one of them.

Polls, Alright are the winners for the Poll.

Harry's wings should have what type of powder on them, it will be the top two that is there.

The green Powder is extremely strong sleeping powder-14 And the Gold Powder is very strong healing powder-9

What type of pairing, if there should be a pairing should be in this story? (since it is a three-way tie this is going on one more chapter.)

No pairing but Poppy/branch-10

Harry/Creek-10

Guy diamond/Harry-10

Chapter four

It had been about ten years since the Princess, or as Harry called her, the pink Menace had found them; and no, not matter how many times Branch told him Harry wasn't going to stop calling her that. Seeing there had been so many occasions that the Princess had proved the name he had given her really fit; and even Branch couldn't argue with that fact.

Not to mention that it did help, that Harry wasn't being mean when he called her that. And in all honestly it wasn't like Poppy minded the name in the least bit. As she actually laughed every time he called her that. Knowing Harry wasn't trying to be mean in the least bit when he called her that. Besides she liked the name it made her feel like she could pull some emotion from the almost always emotionless Fairy; even if it usually was exasperation most of the time.

As for Harry, well he felt as if he was just letting it be known he found her more than a little exhausting to be around. Especially when she brought her friends the so-called snack pack around with her when she came. Something that Harry noticed with a bit of discontent seemed to be happening more and more often.

However, in those last ten years a lot had happened; more than Harry had expected to give just what he had expect to happen when he had originally jumped through the veil in the first place. Yet at the same time a lot hadn't changed from how everything had been when Harry had first arrived in the home tree; home of the trolls.

Well, to more precise, a lot hadn't changed when it came to the tree home as a whole. But a good deal had changed when it came to Harry, and those he cared about. Which really amounted to a single troll; at least that would be all he'd admit to. Even if, at the same time, a lot of those changes hadn't exactly been the ones the trolls of home tree had wanted when Harry had first arrived in the Home Tree.

As no, Harry hadn't gotten his colors back, nor had Branch for that matter; nor did he feel like he was going to get them back anytime soon either. And no, the two of them hadn't suddenly became more social and joined in every time the troll of the village had deiced to go out and sing and dance.

In fact, both Harry and Branch had seemed to become even more secluded than they had been when they had first met. Trusting only each other and doing whatever they could think of when it came to their own survival.

Something that did end up isolating them from a lot of the other trolls in the village. As their survivalist mind set, darker looks, and general gloominess was off setting to the majority of the rather bright and happy trolls in the village. Even if the Trolls in question had no problem buying the items they sold from them; or in some cases being given supplies from them during times they couldn't buy them. But other than that, the trolls all seemed to avoid both Harry and Branch.

Or at least most of them seemed to do that, that is. As it seemed that Pink Menace, aka Princess Poppy was bound and determined to get both Harry and Branch to be happy, to sing and dance. And more importantly come to one of her parties and do all of that.

She felt that everyone deserved to have a chance to be happy, and that both Branch as well as Harry were someone's who really deserved to be happy. Something which led to the situation both Harry and Branch were currently in. As they had never been able to get the Princess to realize that most the time they just wanted to be left alone, and not go to all the parties she had decided to throw in an attempt to make them happy.

They had been out in the forest, using a bit of Harry's powers to boost plant growth to gather several herbs the felt that they would need. Or at least that was what Harry was doing, as he was the one who knew plants the best, be they herbs or otherwise. What considering the fact, that he was the one who usually made the herbal remedies, or potions, that they both keep up and stock up on incase of emergency.

Not to mention also sold to the other trolls in the village; well traded more than sold. Which Harry because of this Harry had to put a lot of work in making them taste good with natural fruits, that wouldn't affect to potion or herbal remedy in question. As otherwise no troll would willingly drink them; making sales go down. Because both the potion and herbal remedies usually tasted just that horrible.

While Branch on the other hand was stocking up on the smaller fallen tree branches around the area. Which he would use for firewood, or if not that to make in things with his skills in carvings. Which meant that he would mainly create things they could use in their Bunker or if not that sale to others. Things such as forks, spoons, flutes, brooms, weapons, to even things like table and chairs; which would take multiple branches and some specially made sap to make.

All of which Branches skilled hands could make and because of had become one of the best crafts trolls in the village over the years. Even if no one would say to that to Branches face if only because of the fact he was so grey to the other trolls in said village. And this was both in color and in mood as well. Not that Branch cared all that much about it, as he rarely sold anything of his, and Harry doubted the branches he was now gathering would go to anything another troll from the village would get.

Still they were out gathering things the both of them felt would help for later on, or at least that is want the two had been doing. And had been doing it quite well, almost finished gathering everything they both believed they would need for the week, when Princess Poppy came skipping over with the rest of her group the Snack Pack.

A name for her group of friends that was something that Harry found almost bitterly Ironic and at the same time felt like it was asking for fate to do something about it. Especially when you consider the fact, that from what Harry knew both trolls and fairies, they both used to be eater by all types of creatures out there; including the Bergans.

So being called something like the snack pack was just asking for something to happen in Harry's opinion; something that Branch seemed to agree with as well. Even if Poppy did get angry at him the one time he brought it up and told her that she and her group were tempting fate by calling themselves something like that.

How was he supposed to know it was a name from their childhood, friendship and the snack time that tied them altogether; he still thought the name was something that would tempt fate. And Harry felt he would know something like that.

Back to Poppy and the group she had with her. They were all being rather loud in a part of the forest not many of them knew that well. Something that had both Harry had Branch on edge as it was, enough so that once they seemed to take a break in all the singing, screaming and dancing that they had been doing, Branch got down from where he was and told the group in front of him.

"Well done guys, really well done. I think I could hear you from a mile away!" Harry hearing this had to smirk and add on from his position.

"More than that, sound echoes in this part of the forest." After saying this Harry waited to see how the others would react. Only to feel his eye twitch when Poppy seemed all too happy with what they had just said because she told them.

"Good, I was afraid we weren't projecting enough." After this was said Harry had to shake his head, knowing Branch wasn't going to take that too well. And this proven correct when Branch after hearing what Poppy had said got a look on his face the screamed are you crazy as he told the others.

"If I could hear you so could the Bergans!" Once this was said, Harry felt like growing as the others started to groan and complain about the fact that was all Branch seemed to say and that he needed to loosen up. How he was always ruining everything because he kept warning everyone about the Bergans.

Hearing all of this Harry could hep but slam his basket down and march over to where Branch was. Making it so he was standing in front of the others as he did so then he opened his mouth and let the others know just what he thought about what they had just said.

"okay, so you're not worried about the Bergan. Okay you don't care that Branch here is trying to make it, so you continue to stay safe form them. Fine! But honestly not many of you have been on this side of the forest much and there are other predators living in this forest besides Bergan and you did just ring a dinner bell for them! So, show Brach a little respect as he's one of the few who knows the best ways to get away from the creatures that call this side of the forest their home!"

Only to see that they weren't listening to a thing he had just said as they were all arguing with Branch. Still going on about the party, he had just said he wasn't going to go to. Not paying Harry a what Harry had said a lick of attention. Well most of them were, Harry noticed that the one he was sure was called Guy Diamond was looking at him and had quieted down a little bit after what Harry had said. Though none of the others seemed to have heard him and had even gotten louder than they were just moments ago.

Making it so that Harry could only start dumfound as the one he was really feeling correct about calling the pink menace, and this time not in the friendly way he usually did it, began to talk to Branch about the part she was throwing celebrating the fact that they had been Bergan free for year. And had been for the last twenty years; something she felt needed to be celebrated. Making the eighteen-year-old looking fairy curse slightly.

He knew that Branch would want no part of that, and while he didn't share the same fear of Bergens as Branch did, nor the rather well-deserved paranoia Branch had regrading said creature, he still didn't think that throwing a party. The loudest, most colorful, brightest, craziest whatever Poppy and her group had just bragged about said a party being was the way to go.

As they did live in a forest, which did have multiple types of predators in it, as several attack while in the forest had proven that to both Harry and Branch over the years. Attack that got so bad that Harry had finally learned the green powder in his wings were actually a very powerful sleeping agent that could knock out anything the second they breathed it in.

With the amount of time it made them sleep being depending on the size of the creature and how much 'dust' Harry used. However, it wasn't something Harry was eager to try out as he had seen just how big the creatures in this forest got; especially compared to the size he now was.

So, Harry felt that having something so loud, so bright, so un your face where here, would just be like a moth to the flames for all the creatures out there, including any Bergans that maybe out there. Something that Harry really wanted no part of, and something he knew Branch would have no part of as well.

Something that was proven to be true when Poppy after saying that everyone deserves to be happy, pulled out an impressive popup handmade invitation and handed it to Branch's unimpressed looking face. Something that had Harry actually choking back his laughter a bit as said invite spew a small river of sparkles directly in Branches face as Poppy asked him.

"So, what do you say, Branch, Harry will you come."

This was Something that had Harry cursing as it brought him back to the attention to the snack pack, whom all seeing Harry there and realized they had been ignoring him start to try and get Harry to come to the party.

"yeah, Airy you'd love it there!"

"I'm sure those wings of yours want to soar at our party!"

"Airy forgot you were there; you've got to be tired of being all doom and gloom with Branch over there."

Hearing this Harry just deadpanned sighed deeply and went to stand by Branch's side. As he did this, he turned to the rest of the Snack Pack and told them bluntly.

"My names Harry not Airy, again stop calling me Airy it's not my name. And no, I don't want to go to your party. Nor do I think Branch wants to go either." Which was something Branch proved when it a forced sound polite tone Branch asked for the invitation Poppy had before destroying it right in front of the others.

Earning gasp of shock and disgust from the others. As well as an eye roll from Harry seeing he knew that Branch always repaired the invites Poppy gave them and hide them away; something Branch had no idea Harry knew. But he did, just as he knew that Branch had a massive crush on Poppy, that if Harry he felt like it would have so teased Branch about; and sometime did. At least when they were alone.

Harry seeing this was about to turn away and go back to the bunker, he needed to fix up some of his potions soon anyway. As he did this Harry heard Branch tell the others that he wouldn't be caught dead at the party in question. But they would, caught and dead. Making Harry think he was being a bit dramatic but nothing that couldn't actually happen with the lack of care they threw their parties with. And was going to keep walking when he heard something that made him groan.

"Woah, woah easy there, easy!' Creek was now there, and knowing this Harry just wanted to speed walk to the Bunker and get away from the group as fast as possible. As honestly, he didn't get along with Creeks as he thought the troll in question came of as patronizing all the time.

But at the same time even if wanted to get away as fast as possible he knew that wasn't going to happen as he wouldn't be able to leave Branch behind like that. After all, during the last ten years Branch had become similar to a brother to him; and he couldn't leave him alone with Creek of all people.

Not when he knew how well Branch and Creek got along; which was remarkable similar to how his father and Snape had gotten along; that is to say not at all. So, knowing this Harry turned back around, really not looking forward to having to deal with Creek.