A/N: Shame on me, I started a new story, but I have written the next chapters to my other stories and they will be posted soon. This idea came to me this morning and well I couldn't resist writing it. I've been really into Fairy Tail at the moment, which is strange because at first I didn't like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing.

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Sometimes the most extraordinary things happen to people. Though the term extraordinary could be used to describe an infinite number of things. For example, when Mrs Davies was told she would never have a baby due to complications in the womb, she was distraught as was her husband but two years later she gave birth to healthy baby boy. That was an extraordinary miracle. When Sophie, a four year old girl, got lost in the busy streets of London and fell into the Thames but managed to survive and find her way home again. That was an extraordinary miracle. Do you see now? Even the little things like finding a lost pencil, that had once upon a time been a favourite, can be extraordinary. The one thing the majority of the people forget is that the littlest things like finding lost property or remembering something that had been forgotten, are extraordinary miracles too. These little things are overlooked because they are not as joyful as new life, or surviving an ordeal, but they are just as important. Yes, it is safe to say that extraordinary things happen to everyone.

Mr and Mrs Dursley of number four Privet Drive were proud to say they were in fact very normal and nothing extraordinary happened to them, or at least if it did they ignored it. Vernon Dursley was a business man, he worked for some rather insignificant company called Grunnings, he was overweight and so many chins that constantly wobbled when he moved, he had blond hair and a blond moustache that looked rather out of place on his well-rounded face. His wife, Petunia Dursley, was his complete opposite in looks as she was rather thin, almost unhealthily so, with a long neck that was perfect for peering over the fence to spy on neighbours. She had a stern, horse-like quality to her face that made her rather unattractive. She was a housewife, she stayed at home looking after their son Dudley, who took after his father, whilst keeping up with the latest gossip.

They were the epitome of normal. They were always in bed before ten pm, awake at six am, they ate at exactly the same time, watched the same TV shows, read the same daily newspaper, talked about the normal things married couples talked about. It was a routine of normalness and, if you ask my opinion, completely and utterly boring. But luckily the lives of Mr and Mrs Dursley are not the main characters of this story, though they take centre stage in the beginning.

Then who is the main character do you ask?

Well it's the girl-who-lived of course.

What's that? You don't know who that is?

My, aren't you behind on the times. Forgive me for not noticing your ignorance of the girl, I shall explain swiftly.

The girl-who-lived is, to put it simply, the ghost child of number four Privet Drive. Of course she isn't actually a ghost, but the residence of the house and the whole neighbourhood ignore her like she was Casper himself. When she had arrived on Petunia Dursley's door step nine years ago she had given the woman a scare. See, the tiny child with her long ebony coloured hair and vivid green eyes was very extraordinary. She has been gifted with magical powers. But her powers transcend the normality of the wizarding community, for she is the chosen child who is loved by the entities known only as the Magical Spirits.

What are the Magical Spirits?

I'm sure that is what you want to ask, but I'm afraid I will ruin the story if I jump ahead and tell you out right. So I will give a small piece of information on them. The Magical Spirits are the ones who grant magical children their powers. Surely you didn't think Muggleborns were just randomly gifted with magic? No matter, at least now you know differently.

The girl-who-lived, whose real name is Harlequin Lily Potter, is special in that the Magical Spirits nurtured her soul and gave her their love. They watched her grow in the womb of her mother and saw her destiny, fearing for her life they granted her a unique ability. It was an ability none had seen since the days of Merlin, the ability to use the Spirits power in its rawest and most powerful form. At nine years old, Harlequin had already understood her powers and had begun taking measures to control them.

She had learned fast not to mention her abnormality to her aunt and uncle, or else she would punished. They weren't overly harsh, she would be made to starve for a day or two, only being allowed water to drink, or she would have to do more chores. One time her uncle hit her but that was the worst of it. She knew others had it much worse, especially girls. Her old friend Tia had been removed from school and relocated because they found out she had been sexually abused by her dad. Now Harlequin didn't fully understand what Tia meant when she explained what her dad did to her during playtime, but instinctually she knew it was wrong, so she had told their teacher. But the fact remains, she could have it a lot worse then what she does. Wearing Dudley's old clothes and sleeping in the cupboard under the stairs was nothing compared to what Tia went through.

However, once she was actively aware of her magic she began to meditate so she had better control over it. Her aunt had found out about it and once Harlequin explained, the older women removed a few of her chores so she had more time to practise. Petunia didn't want anyone to find out about Harlequin's strangeness, and if keeping that secret meant allowing the girl to meditate she was more than happy to do it.

The girl was the epitome of her sister, Lily, who had been graced with both magical powers and stunning looks. Even as a child Harlequin had her mother's unnatural beauty, those stunning green eyes that peered into your soul, pale complexion and blood red lips, her long silky ebony hair that reached her waist. No matter how many times Petunia cut it, it remained at her waist. More than once Petunia had caught Vernon staring at the girl and it worried her. Harlequin may be as unnatural as it comes, but she was her sister's daughter in the end. Even though she was only nine years old, she was far prettier than Petunia could ever be and the older woman knew it was a problem.

She didn't blame the girl, so much as she blamed the circumstances. If Lily had never had magic, never met James Potter, then all of this could been avoided. She hated magic, hated that she didn't possess any and that it tore her and Lily's relationship apart. She hated the thought that this beautiful little girl believed she hated her. There was little she could do, she had made her bed a long time ago and now there was little left to do but lay in it. Harlequin remained oblivious to Vernon's ever lingering gaze, but Petunia wasn't and she that one day her husband would act upon his thoughts. Thoughts that Petunia didn't wish to linger on.

That day came far too soon.

Vernon had gotten a promotion and to celebrate he went out and got drunk, he came home intoxicated but you wouldn't be able to tell if you were a neighbour peering out the window. It wasn't until the door had closed that he began to act differently, Petunia felt only trepidation fill her as he inquired as to where Harlequin was. She watched him stumble upstairs after the girl, fully intending to pretend what was going to happen wouldn't. She turned back to the kitchen and continued chopping onions. Until an image popped into her head that wouldn't budge from her mind. Her sister at nine years old, playing on the swings and laughing while Petunia pushed her. Her long flowing red hair, dancing in the breeze as though it were alive, her green eyes alight with wonder and happiness. It was the first time she felt envious of her sister.

She heard a cry from upstairs and a thump and she just knew Vernon had hit the girl. Her grip on the knife tightened and she closed her eyes, her sister filling her vision, before they opened again with determination. She left the knife on the counter, walking towards the stairs only hesitating a second before running up them. She opened the door to Dudley's second bedroom and found her husband bent over Harlequin who was kicking and punching, pleads and sobs leaving her mouth. Vernon raised his hand to punch her and before she was aware of she was doing, Petunia stopped him.

"She's just a child," she had whispered to him, but it fell on deaf ears. Vernon tore his arm out of her grasp and shoved her back, the words she had whispered to him echoing around her head and she saw what Harlequin truly was. She was just a child who craved love and acceptance, an intelligent child who had been denied because Petunia was jealous. She didn't notice when she picked up one of Dudley's broken toys, nor when she smashed it over Vernon's head. She was only brought back to awareness when she felt huge meaty hands wrap around her throat.

Vernon had knocked her to the ground and was slowly choking her, she had only enough time to tell Harlequin to run before her breath was taken from her. She saw her husband, drunk and angry and knew she could have done a lot better if only she had tried. If only she had tried harder, tried not to be so normal and opened her mind to the extraordinary. It was green eyes that filled her vision, Lily's green eyes and red hair. Her sister appeared and, smiling, held out her hand. Petunia knew in that moment that if she took her sister's hand she would be dead, but somehow that didn't matter. She wasn't afraid, in fact she was happy because the smile on Lily's face spoke only of love and forgiveness. Petunia placed her hand in Lily's and together they left for the realm of dead, knowing that Harlequin had safely escaped the nightmare that was the inside of number four Privet Drive.

And this is where our story truly begins, for the events of that night changed everything. Petunia's sudden defence of the girl and consequent death changed the course of fate. Vernon Dursley was arrested, Dudley was put into foster care but Harlequin Potter was never found again. Of course the residents of Privet Drive all assumed Vernon killed the girl, their story had become somewhat of legend and, if nothing else, it gave the neighbours something to talk about at dinner parties.

But Harlequin was not dead, she had fled the house at her aunt's command, leaving the woman knowing what would happen to her. But there was nothing she could do to help, she was a child and her uncle was way too big. Her magic was unpredictable at best. All she could do was run and pray that everything would be alright. It took her a few hours of running to realise she was lost and hopelessly alone, but by then the Magical Spirits had formed a plan. In the chaos that ensued when Fate had lost her control over Petunia they managed to form a solid connection between the worlds, Harlequin's fate was no longer entwined with Voldemort's, the Dark Lord would never return the Magical Spirits would see to that now they could connect to the world. Instead of allowing the girl to die alone, for that is surely what would happen to lost little girl in big wide world, they drew her a path to another world.

A world where magic was known throughout the lands and was a part of everyday life. Where those who could use magic banded together to form guilds. But of course Harlequin didn't know this yet, and it wouldn't be for many years that she would enter a guild hall. The path the Spirits had created was partially unstable, so they didn't know where Harlequin would end up once she entered the new world. But they did manage one thing, to gift her with the knowledge she would need to use her magic, because no one in this new world had her skills.

So it was, at nine years old, Harlequin experienced something rather extraordinary when she awoke the following morning. The path she had taken had led her to Tenrou Island and into the path of a strange ghost girl named Mavis. And thus began the tale of the extraordinary life of Harlequin Potter.

A/N: So a little tense for a prologue no? But it kinda wrote itself that way. I named my fem Harry Harlequin in this because it's a shade of green (according to Wiki) and I wasn't feeling particularly creative in my name choices today.

I'm unsure what the pairing will be for now... Maybe Gray... or Laxus... Or Loke... I kinda like those three. I like Gajeel too, but I love the idea of him and Levy far too much to ship him with anyone else. What do you think?

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