Hey guys! Long-time no see! LOL so I know this crossover is a little out there but for some reason, I got in the mood to read a Fairy Tail x Harry Potter with Gajeel and Levy but I couldn't reason find one, so, I thought I better fix that!

This is set after the war but before the babies! 3

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This wasn't supposed to happen.

That was all Gajeel could think as he, Levy, and Lily hung on for dear life above the sucking portal of potential death. The job was easy: Go to a ruin site and collect an ancient scroll. A walk in the park! How did a 'walk in the park' become a life-or-death situation?

It was surprisingly Lily's fault.

"I'll never look at kiwis again!" wailed Lily as he sank his claws into Gajeel's pants, making the larger male whine in pain.

"I told you not to touch it!" Gajeel barked back, "why on earth would you think something that's been locked up in ruins for the past hundred years would be edible?!"

As the team went looking for the scroll, they came across a room that was empty save for a single pedestal that held what looked like a kiwi. Lily, of course, raced over to the treat.

"Don't touch that Lil'!" Gajeel called after him, but it was too late. The moment Lily plucked the kiwi off its stand, the floor gave way and below it was the said whirling portal of doom.

"It doesn't matter now!" Levy screamed with arms wrapped tightly around Gajeel who was holding on by a single vine, "Gajeel! The vine is breaking!" Gajeel swore and looked up, but by the time he did the vine had already snapped. The trio screamed as the vacuum-like suction pulled them down into the portal, too fast for any of them to do anything about it.

"Damn it, Lily!"

Meanwhile…

Far away in a world unlike the one Gajeel, Levy, and Lily hailed from, there was an older gentleman by the name of Albus Dumbledore who stood by his office window. He was watching the sky when suddenly the clouds began to shift and move violently. His brows furrowed in concern as they darkened as they swirled together. With a flick of his wrist, he blinked out of the room and reappeared in the grounds around the castle, closer to the gathering clouds. To his left, he heard a chorus of pops as Minerva McGonagall and Severus Snape appeared beside him.

"Albus, what do you think this is?" McGonagall asked wearily, eyes never leaving the clouds, "is it an attack?"

"I don't feel any magic," Snape grumbled, "but this weather isn't normal for Scotland either.."

"I don't know what it is," Dumbledore said, "but whatever it is, it's about to break!" Just as the Headmaster spoke, the clouds ripped open and bolts of lightning went loose, striking everything in their onslaught. The gusts from the blasts nearly toppled the three treachers, but it wasn't until a massive blot, thick as a house, slammed into the ground; shaking the earth and blinding them with its intensity while knocking them off their feet.

As the world slowly came back to them, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape struggled to their feet only to nearly fall over in shock at the crater that formed from the blast. The crater ate away at the dirt, creating a circle of broken and charred earth a hundred feet wide. Near the center, the land had been blasted away, creating a deep well. As they surveyed the damage, McGonagall gasped.

"Albus! Look at the center!" she choked in horror. By this time the other teachers had appeared but Dumbledore gave no notice to them; his eyes were locked on the 3 unlucky forms within the crater.

"Hagrid!" Dumbledore barked, "we need to save them!" Along with Poppy Pomfrey, Dumbledore and Hagrid climbed their way into the crater. As they neared the center, they could only gasp in horror at the shape of the three laying passed out: there was a man and what appeared to be a young woman. The man was much larger than the girl, her petite form was almost completely encompassed by the man, as his strong, scarred arms held her tightly. The man sported a long, thick black mane with multiple piercings that littered his face and ears. The woman was much softer looking, with gentle featured compared to the harsh ones of the man but her hair drew everyone's eyes, for it was bright blue. Nestled between the man and woman was a black cat who sported brown pants and a sword strangely enough. All three were badly injured.

"Who do you think they are, Professor?" Hagrid asked as he lifted the man into his arms, as Poppy came around to scoop up the girl and cat, "boy! This lad is heavy!"

"I don't know," Dumbledore confessed, "but right now it doesn't matter, they need our help."

McGonagall and Snape stood waiting at the edge of the crater and as Poppy approached, Snape stiffen.

"...is that blue hair?" Snape asked in confusion, "what a tacky color to dye your hair…"

"Not now Snape!" McGonagall growled before turning to Poppy, "here, let me help you" she said before grabbing the cat. "Why does the cat has a sword?"

"He had it with him when we found them," Poppy explained before sidestepping the two, "Hurry! To the clinic!"

…

Back in the castle, Poppy had all three strangers situated on cots, even the little cat. All of their injuries had been magically healed and stitched, save for a few minor ones which only called for a bandage. Dumbledore watched with utmost fascination as Poppy fussed around them, Snape standing by his side.

"What do you think Severus?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling slightly.

"I don't know Professor," Snape droned before glaring at the man and girl, "... But they're hardly Hogwarts appropriate. I've never seen so much metal embedded into one's face before."

"Yes, they are quite strange," Dumbledore chuckled, "but, I can feel power within them. Even in our little furry friend here. Strange power not like our own magic but, at the same time, not completely different. It's strange, I feel like they are not muggles, but not wizards or witches either. We'll have much to ask them, once they awake."

Snape frowned but nodded in agreement nonetheless. "I'm just happy they decided to...visit during the summer. Had this happened a few weeks from now, the whole school would be in an uproar."

Dumbledore laughed again, "yes, indeed. But it looks like Poppy is done here, let's allow them to rest now."

"Why did the cat have to stay in the infirmary?" Snape grumbled, "wouldn't he be better suited with Hagrid?"

"Oh come now Severus," Dumbledore tched, "didn't you see the way the pair had him? He must be very important and I don't think it's right to separate them, even in their sleep."

The pair turned the walked away, allowing sleep to finish the healing process.

…

Sometime later, when Poppy was away from the infirmary to eat dinner, consciousness was beginning to return to one of her patients. With his eyes still closed, Gajeel let his other senses tell him where he was. Touch told him that he was on a bed, wrapped up in what he figured were bandages. Hearing told him that there were 2 others in the room, which his nose confirmed was Levy and Lily. This alone allowed him to relax slightly. His nose also picked up on the smells of alcohol and disinfectants - were they in a hospital? But lingering among those smells was the scent of musk and mold, maybe dampness. There was also the lingering scents of other people, but he knew they weren't in the room and they definitely weren't his guildmates. Breathing deeply, Gajeel started to flex his muscles in order, identifying where he was hurt or restricted. Although a little beat up, Gajeel knew he could still fight if need be.

With that confirmed, he slowly opened his eyes only to stare blankly at the tall stone arches and ceiling. "Where the Hell are we?" Gajeel muttered before turning to the left to see both Levy and Lily still sleep, bandaged, but asleep. Gajeel might not know who was taking care of them, but at least they had been given first aid and beds to sleep in - and that counted for something in his book.

As if she could feel him staring - which, knowing Levy, she probably could - Levy started to flicker her eyes, blinking awake. "Gajeel?" she moaned out, "...where…?"

"On your right," Gajeel whispered, drawing Levy's attention from the ceiling.

"Where are we?" she asked, her voice still thick with sleep, "where's Lily?"

"On your left," Gajeel chuckled but the confirmation and his tone relaxed her quite a bit.

"Where are we?" Levy asked again as she glanced around the room in fascination, "are we in a castle or something?"

"No idea Shrimp," Gajeel said gruffly, "but we're patched up so I don't we ended up anywhere too bad - but don't let your guard down."

Before Levy could respond, however, a woman dressed in white with a funny hat walked in through the door. Upon entering, she gasped when she realized that two of her patients were awake.

"Oh my goodness!" the woman squeaked, "how long have you two been awake?" but instead of an answer, she was given puzzled stares.

"Shrimp," Gajeel whispered, "what did she say?"

"I," Levy blinked in confusion, "...I have no idea." this cause Gajeel to whip his head over to her in confusion, Levy knew like every language ever! How did she not know what this lady was saying?

The woman in question also gave the pair a confused look, "I'm sorry dears, I don't believe I understood that. Do either of you know English?" but she only got looks of even more confusion.

"Oh dear," Poppy breathed, "I must fetch the Headmaster!" turning around, Poppy raced out of the room, leaving Gajeel and Levy by themselves.

"Where do you think she's going?" Gajeel asked suspiciously, his eyes never leaving the door.

"I don't know," Levy replied as she propped herself up by her elbows, "but I hope she brings someone who we can understand. It's really bothering me that I have no idea what she's saying!" Levy said louder, just loud enough to rouse Lily from his sleep.

"Hm….whats going on?" Lily said, rubbing his eyes, "where are we?" but before Levy or Gajeel could answer, the woman was back but this time she had two men with her.

The first man was an older man, he looked even older than Master, with long gray hair and bread. His eyes were framed with thin metal glasses which amplified the twinkle in his eyes. Gajeel had to bite his tongue from laughing at the man's outfit: a tall pointy hat with flowing robe.

The other man was younger, though still older then Gajeel and Levy. His hair was shorter but instead of gray is was charcoal black, with equally dark eyes. Even his clothes were dark, which fitted the scowl the was set on his face.

The old man came forward, speaking in the same language as the woman before but still Gajeel, Levy and Lily couldn't understand him.

"What is he saying?" Lily asked which caused the other trio to gasp in shock, now staring at Lily in wonder and confusion. "What?" Lily said defensively, his paw reaching for his sword on his back but stilled when he couldn't find it. "What happened to my sword," he growled, his deep voice shocking the three strangers greatly. The older man said something again but when Lily turned to Levy she just shook her head. The same man paused for a moment, stroking his chin in thought until his eyes lit up with an idea. The man then put his hands in his pocket, only to pull out… a stick?

"What the Hell is a stick gonna do?" Gajeel grumbled but frozen when the man gave a swish of his stick and bubbles came out. This shocked Gajeel, Levy, and Lily stiff as they could only watch as the bubbles came over to them only to pop right on their faces.

"Arg! What the fuck!" Gajeel growled loudly before glaring at the man, "what was that for!?"

The man chuckled, "well, at least we know it worked." This caused the Fairy Tail mages to freeze again. They could understand him!

"What did you just do?" Levy asked in question, her mind already turning to see if she could remember any magic spell that could do had just happened.

"I cast a translation spell on you three," the older man replied, though his brows were furrowed slightly, "was that the first time you've ever seen magic?"

"You call that magic?" Gajeel scoffed, "looked like sissy shit to me, and what was with the stick?"

"Gajeel!" Levy growled, her cheeks flaring in embarrassment, before turning to the other three, "you'll have to forgive him, he's a little… crass. But to answer your question, no this isn't the first time seeing magic - we're actually wizards ourselves - but it's the first time seeing anyone do magic with….a...stick?"

"Really?" the older man asked in question, "I don't believe I've ever met a real magic user who never used a wand before. And it's not a stick my dear, its a wand."

"You actually use magic?" the darker man asked with a scoff of his own, "but you've never seen it with a wand? That's believable."

Gajeel growled deeply at the man, startling the woman with his inhuman sound, but Levy waved him off gently. "Gajeel quiet, it would be better to just show them" Levy explained before, turning back to the older man, "where we're from, we don't use, uh, 'wands' to do our magic, we can simply use our bodies instead. For example, I'm a Solid Script wizard, my magic allows me to bring words to life." With that introduction, Levy wrote out the word light "Solid Script: Light!" before the three teachers' eyes a solid, floating word of light appeared, brightening up the room great.

"Amazing!" the man said, his eyes twinkling brightly, before turning towards Gajeel, "are you a 'solid script' wizard also?"

"Nah, that's the Shrimp's thing," Gajeel huffed before sitting up straight, "I'm an Iron Dragon Slayer!" he said proudly.

This caused the two men and woman to furrow their brows in confusion. "You...slayer dragons? That's your magic?" the woman asked horrified, her face paling in thought.

"Well, no not really," Levy explained quickly, "what he means is that his magic is the same as dragons, more specifically iron dragons." But this didn't seem to clear up anything.

"I'm afraid we still don't understand my dear," the older man said, "dragons don't have any magical power per se, besides breathing fire that it." This caused Levy, Gajeel, and Lily to glance at the man in their own confusion.

"What type of lame dragons have you seen?" Gajeel asked in bewilderment, "my old man could crumble mountains in seconds! And he wasn't no Fire Dragon! He was Metallicana! The Iron Dragon!"

"Your father was… a dragon?" the dark-haired man asked in disbelief but before Gajeel could bark out a reply Levy threw her hand up to stop him.

"Ok, something is seriously wrong here," she concluded, "I'm sorry about how is it possible that you don't know what a Dragon Slayer is? Are we not in Fiore anymore?"

This caused the older man to furrow his brow deeply, "...My dear, I've been alive a very long time and seen pretty much all of this world and I ensure you that I have never heard of a place called Fiore."

Silence enveloped the room, laying thickly on the occupants as everyone tried to comprehend what was happening.

Well, almost everyone.

"Damn it!" Gajeel groaned, "Not again! First, it was the Exceed world, then I almost got sucked into Hell, there whatever place Acnologia sent us too, and now this?! Can't a man just enjoy his homeworld without being sucked into another dimension for the uptenth time!?"

"This has happened to you before?" the older man asked in amazement.

"Well, it happened to Gajeel," Levy said as she gnawed on her lip. Her heart had shattered when Gajeel got sucked into Hell, and then again with Acnologia. Whenever she thought about it, she could still feel the pain tear at her soul. If she had lost Gajeel another time….she didn't think she could make it.

"And me, but only once," Lily chimed in, "I actually hail from the world Gajeel called 'Exceed world' but I now live on EarthLand with the rest of my kind, the Exceeds."

"And I must say, what a fine kind you have my furry friend!" the older man praised, "I've never seen a talking cat-like creature before!"

"So you're from another world that has different magic than our own?" The other man summarized, "and dragons are what, extremely powerful in your world?"

"Damn straight!" Gajeel roared, "nothing can kill a dragon besides dragon magic! People who wield Dragon Slayer Magic are the only humans that could do battle against them!"

"Metallicana, Gajeel's father, was the Iron Dragon in our world. He adopted Gajeel and taught him his magic," Levy explained, "Dragon Slayer magic is very rare."

"And what do you do?" the woman asked Lily, "are you a wizard too?"

Lily nodded, "yes, I'm a wizard myself although my only magic is my ability to fly, but I happen to be a fierce swordsman if I do say so myself."

Gajeel laughed, "gihi! My cat's the best damn cat ever! He's a freaking monster on the battlefield!"

"Fascinating, simply fascinating!" The older man cried, "Oh! But I do believe we haven't been properly introduced! My name is Albus Dumbledore and I'm the current headmaster at the school we are now standing in, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, this man here is Severus Snape and he is our potions teacher here while this woman here is Poppy Pomfrey, our head nurse. I don't believe I caught your full names."

"This is a school?" Levy asked in wonder, "Oh, right. My name is Levy Mc- er excuse me, Redfox," she said blushing (A/N: That's right! I don't believe for a second that after the war and with Gajeel almost dying that those two didn't get hitched the first chance they had! XD).

"I'm Gajeel Redfox," Gajeel said gruffly, though he did send Levy a smirk that made her blush even more.

"And I'm Patherlily, though most people just call me Lily for short," Lily said as he hopped off his bed onto Levy's and sat down in her arms.

"Oh, my! You're married?" Poppy gasped, "but you're so young!"

"Yes, unless you're older then you look," Dumbledore chimed in, "most young folk here don't marry until later in life. How old are you? You barely look over twenty!"

Levy and Gajeel shared a look before staring back at Dumbledore. "Do you want our chronical age or biological age?" Levy asked, though there was a slight tint of mirth in her eyes which was definitely not reflected in Gajeel's. No, Gajeel's only held slight dread.

Dumbledore blinked, "there's a difference?"

Levy nodded, "chronologically, I'm twenty-six and Gajeel here is… what was it again hunny?" Levy asked as she giggled.

Gajeel mumbled under his breath, but no one heard him so Poppy asked him to repeat it. "I'm four hundred and twenty-nine...ish!" (A/N: That's right! Got to love that 400-year time skip!)

Dumbledore blinked, opened his mouth then blinked again, "you're… over four hundred years old?" he choked.

"Bullshit," Snape said bluntly, "and what's with the 'ish'?"

"I was found by my dragon when I was super young and he didn't know how old I was," Gajeel shrugged, "stayed with him until I was like twelveish, got sent four hundred years into the future, lived in the future for seven years, was sealed for another seven years, woke up, and it's been two years since then so yeah, like four hundred and twenty- nineish."

"Then what are you biologically?" Poppy cried out.

"Gajeel's about twenty- two and I'll be turning twenty in a few months," Levy said laughing.

"So you are too young to be married!" Poppy exclaimed, "my goodness, most of our young people don't marry until their late twenties!"

"When you almost die a couple of times, it really puts how precious you're time is into perspective," Lily said sagely, "in our line of work, you never know when it will be the last time you see your loved ones. You can't waste a second."

This caused Dumbledore, Poppy, and Snape to frown sadly at that. "Is your world at war?" Dumbledore asked softly.

Levy shook her head, "not normally. We were at war a few months ago but that was the first in decades. What Lily means is that in our world, wizards work in places called guilds where people can hire wizards to do all sorts of jobs. Some of them can be dangerous and it's a known fact that you can die on those types of jobs. When we were at war I….I almost lost Gajeel a few times and…" Levy trailed off. Gajeel leaned over and covered her hand with his, giving it a squeeze in comfort.

"But even though you know it's that dangerous you still do it?" Poppy asked in amazement.

Gajeel nodded, "somebodies got too. We're Fairy Tail Wizards and we're the ones that are known for saving the day. After saving the world a few times over, you get to brag about that stuff."

"Even when it gets really bad, we're known for being able to accomplish the impossible," Lily said in agreement.

"Yup!" Levy chimed in brightly.

"Amazing," Dumbledore said in awe, "and there are other young wizards such as your selves?"

"Yup, our guild is full of them," Levy said nodding, "our youngest members are currently fourteen - well, if you don't count some of the wizards' children that is."

"Fourteen!?" Poppy squealed, "I might faint the thought!"

"A lot of us were orphans though," Levy said gently, "most of us needed to work to get by, myself included."

"I see that our worlds are vastly different," Dumbledore said emotionally, "our children here don't even leave school until they are about eighteen years of age and many go off to continue schooling for countless years afterward."

"Man, that would suck," Gajeel gripped, "I go stir crazy if I'm sitting too long, I couldn't imagine having to stay in school for that long!" He would have continued, if not for his stomach growling deeply. "Man I'm starving…"

"Oh! I can go get you something to eat!" Poppy said kindly, "is there anything that you'd fancy?"

"Got any metal?" Gajeel asked.

Poppy blinked, "metal….?"

Levy smiled sheepishly, "yes, sorry, due to Gajeel's magic he can eat metal but don't worry! I can make him some! We'll all take whatever is easy and on hand for a meal, thank you!" With that, Levy weaved the word 'Iron' and with a shout "Solid Script: Iron!" the dark silver metal appeared, landing safely on Gajeel's lap.

"Gihi! Thanks, Shrimp!" Gajeel said before bending over to take a large chuck out of the solid word.

Dumbledore blinked again, "absolutely amazing...:"

I hope you guys enjoyed it! Please let me know if you want to see more!