Hello everyone and welcome back. It's time to start the tournament and other things.

Someone asked how long this fic is going to be, but I honestly don't know. It's going to be quite a while before I'm close to finishing it as I'm not doing plot-armor and basically having it that Harry lucks out and manages to kill all of his enemies quickly that the war doesn't truly start and spiral out to other areas. No, the war will start off loudly and will not be quickly snuffed out and ended like in other things. Harry is gonna be in it for the long haul and his allies are going to have to be too if they want to win and survive.

Nothing else to go over, so let's get this show on the road.

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Chapter 7: The Choosing

Great Hall: Halloween: Day of the Choosing

Harry sat at the table staring at the Goblet of Fire with no small amount of contempt and rage. As each day passed after he retrieved Sting, he had felt a stronger presence from the Goblet and it made him irritated because he didn't need to worry about the tournament when he had an army hell bent on world domination breathing down his neck and plotting when to strike at him. Now, unless he got clear of this, he was going to have even more shit on his plate.

It was even worse because of the day the choosing was being held, he had always disliked Halloween when younger but could never understand why until around halfway through second year. When he found out that Voldemort killed his parents on this day after his first birthday, then he despised Halloween with a fiery passion. It wasn't even fully that he hated Halloween, exactly, but October 31st was NOT a day he liked very much anymore and hence had made himself scarce of many of the festivities that were held. It was even worse with his Occlumency and Legilimency training giving him all his memories, meaning he remembered witnessing his parents die right in front of him before blacking out when Voldemort's Avada Kedavra rebounded.

Sure, he had the portraits, but they were… hollow compared to having the real thing in his life.

However, his anger and annoyance didn't override his more logical thinking which is why he had upped his training and research to even higher heights while still maintaining his grades and appearances. Of course, his absence at times made people question him more, but he continued to ignore them since he needed to focus on what was more important, which was his and others' survival over satisfying the curiosity of others.

Of course, it wasn't just his training that improved, he had gotten closer to Celestine, Daphne, Luna, the Patil twins, and Angelica. Angelica was a bit unavoidable as she was the chief guard of Celestine, so spending time with one usually meant spending time with the other. He also had inadvertently gotten closer to Selene because she began monitoring him over the past few weeks, not that he could blame her since he did kind of push his luck with her a bit.

However, he had noticed Hermione, Susan, and a couple others seeming to be… jealous of his growing relationships. He didn't do anything about it, if they were going to be jealous and want to be in a relationship with him then they were going to have to tell him, not leave hints and hope he'd notice. If they couldn't openly admit their feelings to him, then he wasn't going to take them as seriously because some part of them apparently wasn't too sure it was serious yet.

Petunia had also been in contact with him as he had his House Elves and some other sources digging for ancient relics. The reason Petunia was in charge of it was because she was an unknown in the magical world as no one really knew the name Dursley or Evans so she could be gathering information without any attention being drawn to Harry. It was also why Remus was in charge of his business with Ragnaros since Remus was considered such an outcast that no one could connect him to Harry quickly but they could connect him to Sirius, which is why Harry set up the business contract under HCP rather than a name to throw suspicion away from him and anyone close to him.

Another bit of news was that he had acquired 38% ownership of the Daily Prophet and, while more than any one owner, it did not give him a controlling interest but it did allow him to push for changes he wanted. It was both business and personal reasons he wanted the paper. Not only did almost every witch and wizard read it, but if he owned it he could combine it with Belladonna mirrors to have a magical version of Muggle television and news reports. Such a thing was unheard of, which is why Harry wanted to get in and capitalize on it. The recordings and opportunities to watch the Quidditch World Cup has already bolstered business for the mirrors and the coverage of the Tri-Wizard Tournament would only increase it further.

Harry then shook those thoughts away as he looked to the other visitors that had arrived. The first group was surprisingly made up of the village leaders from Japan and they had brought a contingent of people with most of them being people Harry knew and kept in touch with after his visit to Japan. The Hokage named Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Raikage simply named A, the Tsuchikage named Onoki, the Mizukage named Yagura, the Kazekage named Rasa, and the Samurai-Wizard General Mifune were leading the groups, though Harry knew Hiruzen and Onoki were thinking of stepping down soon. Hiruzen's lungs were a mess from his centuries of smoking and Onoki had all but destroyed his back due to some run-ins with Japanese dark witches and wizards plus quite a few creature encounters. Magic could heal many things, but even it had limits or rather, it was limited by what people had discovered so far and Harry planned to help push that further.

The next group was one that Harry had heard of but never actually encountered: The Umbra Witches. They were a coven of witches that dated back centuries in Europe and had members from many different countries and areas. Their leader was an older woman named Flemeth, and when I say older I mean OLDER, who was said to be older than even Merlin himself. Many didn't know how, but Harry could tell there was some mixed magics within her, specifically related to blood, sacrifice, and soul magics which led Harry to believe that Flemeth wasn't entirely a normal witch. However, it wasn't his concern so long as she posed no threat to him, though based on the interested and surprised look she shot him when she first saw him, he knew the two of them would be interacting soon enough. He also had to smirk as two women wearing heels that had guns attached and another pair of pistols on their waists were smirking at him as if they were sizing him up before flirting. There was also another two witches near Flemeth that seemed to have an interest in him. He thought he heard they were called Yennefer and Triss.

The third group was another Elven group and their leader was a young woman named Zelda. She too seemed flustered by his presence and would look at him with interest quite a bit. A few of her entourage did as well, though there was also caution mixed into their group as well and justifiably so. Her guard, a woman he overheard called Sylvanas, was the most alert and cautious of them.

The fourth group drew attention from the different appearances they possessed. This group were known as the Magical Republic with their home being made of two factions: The Jedi and the Sith. From what Harry was able to learn of them, the Jedi were more focused on healing and protection magic while the Sith used more combat and destruction magic. Although, don't let that fool you into thinking the Jedi couldn't fight when needed, they just weren't as aggressive in fighting as the Sith were. He also heard there was a minuscule third group that used both methods of the Jedi and Sith equally and effectively, which Harry felt was the best way to go. Anyway, they were being led by a woman named Kreia for the Sith, a small green male creature named Yoda for the Jedi, and a woman named Padme for the overall authority.

The fifth group was Egyptian, but they represented a small kingdom within the lands rather than the entire country. The ruler was a pharaoh named Atem and with him were his vassals, close friends, and servants all of whom knew how to fight. Word had it that they used other magical focal points instead of wands and even sealed dangerous creatures into stone tablets that they could then summon to aid them. Based on the 7 gold items Harry could practically taste the magic coming off of and the golden winged bracers they all had, Harry felt the rumors were justified. Harry also had to smirk since some of the females were wearing traditional attire meaning quite a bit of their curvaceous bodies were on display and thus many of the males were getting "uncomfortable" in their seats.

Harry also noted a hooded woman with one of the items, a necklace, leaned in towards her pharaoh when they arrived and subtly motioned in Harry's direction. He was starting to get annoyed with the attention as it was more than just BWL status. He was honestly starting to wonder if his training to suppress his magical signature wasn't coming along as fast as he thought it was or did they know something else.

The sixth was another batch of humans from a more remote part of Europe that still had a kingdom and the King, one Rhaegar Targaryen, and Queen Ellis Martel Targaryen had come along with several heads of prominent houses along with armed escorts. There were also quite a few beautiful women among the group, though only a small few were armed to fight, which made Harry assume the women of the kingdom didn't take up the sword usually. King Rhaegar, his sister Daenerys, and a woman with a ruby pendant wearing a red sensual gown and red heels seemed to have an interest in him along with the Dire Wolves of one House Stark.

The seventh and final group to arrive, before the tournament was meant to start, was a group of far northerners who took after the Vikings. The leader's name was Ragnar Lothbrok and he had a rather noisy bunch, but they got along with the Dwarves and those of House Stark rather well. Also, based on what he sensed and smelled, he also had at least one wolf among his group, but she didn't have the same signature a normal wolf did and wondered if she was a Lycan and not a werewolf.

Of course, said woman paid attention to him quite a bit and no doubt let Ragnar know about him.

However, none of that mattered to Harry since the goblet was the primary concern. Every fiber of his being wanted to blast the damn thing till not even ash remained, but he couldn't since that would raise more questions and while he couldn't hide his power and heritage forever, he didn't want to make that big of a public spectacle if he could avoid it.

Glancing around as everyone prepared for the revealing, Harry could sense the trepidation and anxiety of everyone who knew him hoping he was in the clear. The fact that Luna and Hermione practically had death grips on his hands as they sat together only further confirmed they were afraid for him.

Harry merely sighed and calmed his raging emotions knowing the wolves nearby and the vampires would be able to smell his spike in emotional release. The fact that his feelings could be sensed by Celestine, his House Elves, and his aunt due to the growing bond only further forced him to control himself and keep a leveled head.

He also idly noted the Belladonna mirrors scattered everywhere to record the event and show it to everyone at home watching. He hoped people knew the possible bloodbath they were getting into since the tournament was banned for a reason.

Harry broke from his musings as Dumbledore stood beside the cup, "Attention! We will now begin the choosing of champions." Dumbledore stated as the torches all went out throughout the hall until the room was only illuminated by the fire from the goblet.

A few seconds passed before the cerulean colored flame became red and a piece of paper was spit out and it fluttered in the air before Dumbledore grabbed it. "The Beauxbaton Champion, Fleur Delacour!" Dumbledore called making cheers echo out while some of the guests banged on the floor and tables as Fleur stood and made her way to the waiting area.

Harry smiled at Fleur as she passed knowing she wanted to prove she wasn't just some pretty face and had her own ferocity that had nothing to do with her Veela blood.

Harry then turned his attention back to the Goblet as the fire sprang to life again and another piece of paper was released. "The Durmstrang Champion, Viktor Krum." Dumbledore called getting louder cheers from the place as Krum stood and walked to where Fleur went.

Another burst of fire and piece of paper. "The Hogwarts Champion, Cedric Diggory!" Dumbledore called getting roars of cheering from the Hogwarts students as Cedric stood and left. "And now, to see if one of our esteemed guests from the magical community shall be chosen." Dumbledore stated as the hall quieted and everyone looked to the goblet with the girls squeezing Harry's hands even harder.

However, after a good two minutes, nothing happened making many relax. "Well, our champions are set." Dumbledore stated making Harry drop his head and sigh in relief. However, just as the girls let go, he tensed before his eyes widened and he shot his head up towards the cup as he felt it pull a bit of his magical power into it. "It is unfortunate that none of our magical allies were chosen, but-" Dumbledore was cut off as the flame in the cup suddenly turned ghostly blue and blazed with more intensity than it had before startling everyone as Harry grit his teeth and clenched his hands into fists.

Everyone watched as the fire intensified and flames leapt off and began forming words in the air. Harry's eyes and scar glowed with pure magical rage as the fire slowly spelled out his name, his FULL name.

Lord Hadrian Charlus Potter-Evans-Elessar-Black-Alistair-White: Heir to King Celebrimbor and the throne of Gondor and Arnor, The Gravewalker, and The Bright Lord.

The reason for the Black part was because Harry was the next in line to be head of the Black Family since he was older than Draco and Sirius even officially named him as such. It wasn't that Sirius didn't want kids in the future, it was more of he didn't know for a fact yet if he COULD have kids since Azkaban for 11 years and some change could affect your body in a multitude of ways. Plus, should Lucius try to become greedier than usual, even if he DID remove Sirius in some fashion, the Black Family's fortune and prestige would still be out of his reach.

However, that wasn't important since Harry was brimming with rage and power as he stood up surprising many at his eyes glowing with magical power. With a snarl, he pulled his wand to his hand and held it high, "I, Hadrian Charlus Potter." Harry started making everyone watching widen their eyes in shock, "Do hereby swear on my life, magic, and my very soul that I did not knowingly or willingly place my name in the Goblet of Fire; I did not knowingly or willingly ask anyone to put my name in the Goblet; and I did not even attempt to put my name in the cup. I further swear that I had NO desire, NO plans, NO intentions, and did NOT even hope to participate in this tournament. I wanted a quiet and relaxing school year, NOTHING more. So I have said it, so may it be." Harry called out as the magic around him glowed brightly signifying his vow was accepted.

After a few moments of standing there, clearly not dead, Harry swished his wand, "Lumos." Harry stated as his wand glowed showing he still had his magic. "Nox." Harry stated as his wand ceased glowing before he begrudgingly walked towards the area the others had gone, ignoring the stunned silence the goblet and he had created.

Entering the room, he saw the three turn to look at him in confusion and a bit surprised at his angry expression, "Lord Potter? What are you doing here? Did they send you to retrieve us?" Cedric asked and Harry shook his head with a sigh before taking a seat in a chair and rubbing his forehead to ward off the incoming migraine.

"The cup picked me as a fourth competitor and I just finished swearing a magical oath that I had no intention or desire to enter the tournament." Harry ground out showing he was not happy at all with being picked.

The door then opened again as the three school heads and a few of the leaders came in. "He shouldn't have been chosen, the fourth was reserved for our magical guests not a boy of your school! You assured us that the cup was tamper proof Dumbledore!" Karkaroff shouted as they entered and Harry ignored them as he was already planning out training and studies.

"I don't know how it happened, but you saw the vow that he made, he didn't do it or even want to be in it." Dumbledore stated as he looked at Harry.

"It is possible that his magical power was strong enough that the goblet mistook his signature for that of a non-human magical being." Celestine offered with Origa and a few others nodding.

"That or his claim as heir to Lord Celebrimbor causes the cup to mistake him for an Elf." Zelda stated since it was also a possibility.

"Doesn't matter what it is, since I took my lordship and titles I am emancipated and thus I'm bound to the contract the goblet creates. My three fellow champions could back out if they wanted since they're only just too young to accept the contract and would need the permission of their guardian." Harry stated as his head throbbed while his voice reminded people that he was in the room and so were the other three teenagers..

"It's true, that's how the contract has always worked to ensure no one could pressure two champions to forfeit and one to win automatically before the tournament even began." Dumbledore continued in Latin to keep the students from eavesdropping fully.

"If it were any other situation, I'd call the boy a liar." Karkaroff stated with a scoff while Celestine gave him a glare.

"Ego nunquam pronunciari mendacium!"(I never lie!) Harry stated in perfect Latin making the adults freeze and look at him. "Ego reperio is illic ad mendacium."(I find it pointless to lie) Harry continued in Latin before seeing them look at him. "Ou en français, si vous preferer?" (Or in French, if you prefer?) Harry stated making Fleur smile.

"Your French has gotten even better since last time, Harry." Fleur stated in French causing Harry to dip his head towards her.

"Merci beaucoup." Harry stated while giving her a smile. Harry then sighed and stood before heading towards the door.

"Lord Potter, where are you going?" Madame Maxime asked in curiosity.

"Somewhere to relax and mentally prepare for the trials. As I said, I'm already bound to the contract thus I don't need the final warnings and last chance to back out. Nor do I need the other long list of problems I'll no doubt have to deal with. Just tell me when the Wand Weighing is to commence along with the first task and I'll be ready." Harry stated before leaving the group behind along with the Belladonna Mirror that was monitoring everything and walked while pinching his nose in HEAVY annoyance passing anyone and everyone and ignoring them all. He didn't care about anyone right now, he just cared about going to the Room of Requirement, which he did and stood in the center taking deep breaths before he clenched his jaw. "GODDAMIT!" Harry roared in rage and annoyance as his scar and eyes glowed brightly and he unleashed his pent up emotions and as such released his magic. Said magic lashed out in the room violently and the backlash was felt by many throughout the castle and grounds making them stumble and wonder what caused that magical shockwave they felt while those close to Harry could tell what it was and who caused it.

Harry though was standing in the center panting as the dust and debris settled down with the floors and walls being cracked and the equipment being thrown around the room and damaged. Harry then took a deep breath and swept his hair back from his face taking more deep breaths to regain control of himself. Once he fully felt his mental shields and emotions fall back into place, Harry released a long sigh before focusing on the room to repair the damage.

Turning to the door, he wasn't surprised to see it open before Sirius, Amelia, and Petunia came in with concerned faces as he was still calming himself. "Feel better, pup?" Sirius asked as he closed the door knowing they didn't need too many questions being asked about the room.

"Mentally? Yes. Physically? Yes. Emotionally? No. Psychologically? No." Harry stated with a sigh as he worked to get his power reeled back in.

"We'll get through this Harry, together." Petunia stated as she came and gave him a gentle hug making him nod.

"I know, but this is just the latest in a long line of coincidences that piss me off." Harry stated in an agitated tone knowing he needed to be prepared for everything and anything now both from what his enemies would try to whatever the tournament was going to throw at him on top off it all.

"We'll take this one step at a time, pup, no sense worrying about what may not happen, though we should prepare all the same." Sirius stated knowing they'd have to do their own preparations to be able to help Harry when the time came.

Harry nodded knowing there wasn't much else he or they could do. He was grateful he had family that could help him through this and support him. "I just wish it didn't have to be today of all days that this happens." Harry stated with a sigh as the the adults gave him sympathetic looks understanding why he felt that way.

"Do you want to come home for the day? I'm sure we can make Dumbledore understand." Sirius stated and Harry shook his head.

"No, I still have a lot to do here, but if you ask for my absence from classic , I'd appreciate it. I don't think I can do simple spell work right now with my magic fluctuating as it is. It would cause more harm than good at the moment." Harry stated looking at his hands as magical electricity crackled around them.

Sirius nodded and hugged his pup before Amelia and Petunia joined in to really let Harry know they were there for him and Harry gladly returned it.

He had a family and support now, and he was going to win the war for them.

LATER: LUNCH

Hermione frowned as did others as they sat to eat and found Harry not there. After he stormed through the Great Hall with a look of irritation and anger on his face following the heads going to speak with the champions, they hadn't seen him at all. However, none of the professors seemed to care about his absence and that meant Harry must have I formed them of him either not being there or being late.

Before anyone could ask anything Dumbledore stood gaining attention, "Everyone, please be silent a moment. I'm sure many of you noticed Mr. Potter being absent from classes after the choosing. I am informing you all that he will not be in any classes today due to personal reasons and as such should not be distracting you from your coursework." Dumbledore stated as many looked saddened and the majority of the children looked confused.

"What? He try to get himself out of the tournament by injuring himself?" Gregory Goyle asked getting some laughs.

"Watch your mouth!" Neville shouted showing fury on his face. "Not only is that a bunch of bollocks because Harry is no coward, but if you had half a brain you'd know there is no way to get out of the tournament for him." Neville growled surprising many at the ferocity and anger on his face.

"He's probably soaking up the glory of it all, the ass." Rob stated making many look at him in shock and anger.

"You are an idiot you know that. You're supposed to be his best friend and you don't even know what today is do you?!" Neville shouted while scowling at Ron making many of the younger populace look in confusion along with many of the visitors frowning as well.

"It's Halloween." Ron stated simply and Neville slammed his hand on the table starling many.

"I'm talking about the date, you moron! It's October 31st!" Neville stated angrily and Ron just looked at him.

"So?" Ron asked and Neville was about to lose it thankfully someone else decided to speak up

"13 years ago, exactly, Harry killed the Dark Lord, but it's also the day that Harry lost his parents and had to witness their murder." Luna supplied with sadness in her voice making many gasp in shock and horror, "Harry is also gifted and cursed with a near perfect memory, which means he can remember his parents facing the Dark Lord and dying to protect him." Luna added with her face becoming saddened as well.

"Exactly, Harry hates this day with a passion and the choosing only made things worse." Neville stated while glaring at Ron as all of Harry's other friends lowered their heads for not even realizing that fact, the same was true for many of the teachers since they saw how depressed and angry he seemed to be for the past two Halloweens and told Dumbledore, who told them he would look into it and talk with Harry.

The old man felt like such a complete incompetent fool for not realizing that Harry would learn the date and not be in a festive type of mood. Apologizing for being callous, he told Harry he was open to talking with him if he ever needed it. His second year was only made worse because of the Heir of Slytherin rumors and people distancing themselves hit Harry hard. The third year was the worst because of the Dementors forcing those memories on him whether he blocked them out normally or not. He had Poppy give the boy some dreamless sleep droughts so he wouldn't be plagued with memory induced nightmares.

"Yes, Mr. Potter's godfather has already informed me that the toll of being chosen for the tournament when he wanted no part of it has made Mr. Potter's magic unstable due to his storm of emotions. Mr. Potter is being left alone at his request to grieve and vent his pent up anger in a manner of his choosing, but I have capable House Elves watching over him to ensure he doesn't harm himself." Dumbledore stated making many nod.

"I'll check on him later, Professor. I know where he'd go for some solitude and quiet." Neville stated making Dumbledore nod.

"Thank you, Mr. Longbottom, that would be appreciated." Dumbledore stated before he had everyone continue to eat.

Although, many were no longer hungry after thinking about being forced to watch and remember your parents getting killed right in front of you, especially when you only a year to have any kind of memories with them, and it was unlikely he even got that.

Neville merely ate at a sedated pace while glaring angrily at Ron. For a supposed best friend, he sure wasn't acting like it with Harry. Neville then turned to, and softened his gaze at, Hermione, who was in tears and trying to get his attention. "Neville, do you think I could come with you?" Hermione asked between sniffles as she truly felt terrible for never putting together the significance of October 31st for Harry.

"No Hermione, A) it wouldn't do any good and B) you'd only get in the way of whatever he's doing." Neville stated and then held a hand up to stop her, "Look me in the eye and tell me honestly, that you wouldn't immediately rush and hug him and apologize, start panicking about if he was okay, and then try to check up on him every single second you could." Neville stated and Hermione bit her lip knowing he was right. "I'll check on him and let him know you're worried, okay? But I'm just checking and leaving, I'm not sticking around to dote or babysit him." Neville stated making her nod her head slowly.

"All right." Hermione stated in a subdued tone feeling bad that she couldn't do anything to actually help her first friend. She also sent a glare and look of contempt at Ron for what he said about Harry. Giving a glance to Ginny, she saw the younger girl angry at her brother too and knew that their parents would be having a talk with Ron soon enough.

After lunch, Neville left the area since he had free period next and then took the longer than normal path to the seventh floor to ensure he lost any would-be followers. A few would be to check on Harry and others would be to find the supposed place of solitude and quiet that he found so they could use it at another time. Knowing his "little brother" wouldn't want that, Neville made sure he lost any and all followers.

Upon reaching the seventh floor, Neville stopped as he saw Celestine there. "Hello, Mr. Longbottom. I take it you're here to see Harry?" Celestine asked though it was closer to a statement.

"Yes, milady, how did you know he was on this floor?" Neville asked knowing the woman was betrothed to his god brother.

"I can feel him through the bond, I know he is here somewhere but not an exact location. I can also feel his frustration and anger over everything and him unleashing his fury. The latter is only added by the magical power I feel at times being used." Celestine stated while having a sorrowful expression from what she was feeling from Harry.

"I understand, milady, I really do, but there is truly nothing that either of us can do to help right now except let him vent as he feels he needs to." Neville stated and Celestine sighed and nodded.

"I don't suppose you'd help me to see him, just so my eyes can know." Celestine stated and Neville sighed before nodding causing Celestine to smile in appreciation. Her smile turned to confusion as Neville began pacing in front of a wall a few times.

Confusion turned to surprise as a large door formed from the wall and Neville pulled the door open. Only, when he did music came echoing out along with the sounds of combat and Neville sighed as he entered and Celestine quickly followed suit.

She gazed around the room in awe and wonder as Neville closed the door behind her and the sound brought her from her musings. She then looked forward and looked on in shock at what she was seeing while Neville sighed with a small smirk.

Harry was in simple pants and boots surrounded by functioning and broken training dummies that were all animated to actually fight with a variety of weapons at the ready. Harry had Orcrist out and was breathing deeply while his body had different cuts, nicks, and gashes from the different weapons as well as some bruising no doubt from when the dummies punched or kicked instead of hacking, chopping, and slashing.

There were still a couple dozen dummies still standing but the rest were all broken, crushed, cut in half, burned, frozen, or a host of other things on the floor and there was easily three times what was still surrounding Harry.

Neville held Celestine back and had her sit in a chair as Harry rolled his neck while his scar, ring, and eyes were glowing with magical power. Celestine and Neville then watched as the dummies attacked at an unseen signal and Harry parried the first before summoning his hammer and embedded the tooth of it into a dummy before ripping it out and tossing the dummy into three others. Harry then swiped his hand and a frost overtook two other dummies before he flicked his hands and they shattered into pieces.

Harry then spun around an attack from behind and threw a spectral axe into a different attacker while Orcrist decapitated the one that Harry just spun around. Throwing Orcrist into another dummy, Harry crossed his arms and growled as his scar, eyes, and ring glowed until he shot his arms out and roared sending a blast of magic in all directions. The dummies were all hit and those closest to him were disintegrated while the further ones were violently thrown into the walls and ceiling causing them to shatter.

Harry panted as he dropped to a knee and summoned small bottle of red liquid and drank it causing his wounds to seal up. Harry breathed slowly as he felt his maelstrom of magic falling peaceful again. After a few moments, he made the music quiet down a bit and he spoke, "Come to check up on me Neville? Celestine?" Harry asked as his back was to them right now.

"Just making sure you're not taking it too hard, especially since Hermione and a few others were worried about you. Lady Celestine could feel you through your bond and knew what floor you were on, but couldn't tell where you were exactly." Neville stated as Harry nodded. "How many rounds have you done?" Neville asked and Harry just raised up one hand causing Neville to grimace, "Damn, five rounds so far? You're gonna burn out Harry." Neville stated and Harry shook his head as he kept sitting there.

"No, I haven't even burned through half of my magical power." Harry stated as his presence was still filling the room.

Neville then sighed, "All right, but let me know if you need anything." Neville stated making Harry nod while he motioned to Celestine to follow.

Celestine bit her lip as she looked at Harry, "I'll be fine, Celestine, I have Hogwarts Elves watching over me to ensure I don't overdo it too badly." Harry stated as he looked back at her with a smile causing her to nod slowly.

"Please, be careful Harry." Celestine stated as she felt him reassuring her through the bond. They had gotten closer, but she knew he was still hiding some things from her, which she understood as they barely knew each other for two months so she wasn't expecting him to tell her everything. Still, a part of her was hurt that her bonded betrothed wasn't telling her something, even if she could sense it wasn't lack of trust, it was out of fear of something.

Celestine was both touched and a bit insulted at him doing that, while she liked that he was worried for her safety, she was not some meek wallflower of a noble who didn't know how to defend herself and depended on others to do it for her. She knew how to fight, how to kill, and handle herself against enemies, so there was no need to treat her like a piece of glass. However, the magic and talents Harry had just used unnerved her for some reason. She couldn't place it but she KNEW that those abilities were familiar to her, but she couldn't for the life of her remember why or place where she had seen them.

However, for now, she'd have to trust Harry and she could prove to him that she could stand beside him during the fights he would have and not be a burden. Of course, she'd also meditate to try and figure out where she knew those abilities he showed as it was bothering her quite a bit.

Once the door closed, Harry stood, resumed his music, and called several dozen more training dummies with them all being armed with various weapons again and now they had armor plating as well. Harry cracked his neck before calling Urfael to his hand and readied himself before the dummies all swarmed him and Harry gave a bloodthirsty grin as they did.

He had a lot of anger and magic to burn, and he was going to do it in a practical fashion.

GREAT HALL: DINNER TIME

Everyone was seated and chatting away while a few were still worried about Harry and the pulses of magic they could feel coming from somewhere in the castle, even though Neville assured them he was fine and not in any danger. It didn't stop many from worrying though and for feeling terrible for never making the connection to Halloween.

However, everyone turned towards the doors as they were pushed open and Harry walked in wearing the clothes that Malkin had made him when he started training with Talion, minus the cloak. Dumbledore, Daphne, Neville, and quite a few of the guests also noticed the bruising on his knuckles like he had been hitting something VERY hard. However, most of the girls were focused more on his form fitting attire as they could see his muscles flex as he moved.

Harry ignored the looks ad merely sat at the table and smiled at his friends before he began eating, only for Hermione to suddenly hug him and he smiled softly as he patted her back and stroked her hair. He could hear her mutterings of apology and her sobs as she buried her face into his chest, Harry just calmed her and stroked her hair and back until she calmed down. Once she did, Harry kissed her forehead making her eyes widen before Harry returned to his food and Hermione sat there stiff and slightly red faced.

Harry then turned as Dumbledore came up to him, and noticed much of the noise died down, "Feeling better, Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore asked and Harry nodded. "Good. You should know that there will be a photographer here tomorrow to take pictures of the champions." Dumbledore stated and Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Then I'm not needed, sir." Harry stated making Dumbledore frown in confusion, "The champions represent a school or group, I am not the Hogwarts Champion, that honor and title belongs solely Cedric." Harry stated nodding to the older boy, who smiled as he and Harry had a friendly rivalry and friendship from their times facing the other in Quidditch. "I was a fluke and unintentional fourth participant, thus I am not a champion and I deny anyone trying to call me as such. If I could, I would back out of this tournament to give my support to Cedric to win it all for Hogwarts, which is something I want the rest of the school to do." Harry stated giving pointed stares to many to get the message across that he wanted the school to support Cedric first and foremost. "As such, I have no reason to be in the photograph and take away the honors that Mr. Krum, Miss Delacour, and Cedric have earned through their selection. I will still appear to compete, but I am not going to stand in the spotlight for this as I have not earned it nor do I deserve or want it." Harry finished speaking and Dumbledore smiled and nodded before he returned to his seat while the Hufflepuffs were clapping and cheering for him while others began to clap for Harry as well.

The only ones not applauding were those who didn't care for Harry and then Ron, who was angry at Harry having even more fame and spotlight on him. He had been always been jealous since his brothers were always being praised and getting things while he got hand-me-downs and told to follow their example. Then he got lucky and was friends with THE Harry Potter and thought he'd get his own time in the light, but if anything it was worse as they only saw him as dragging Harry down, not being an equal or anything. They acted as if Harry was doing him a favor by being friends with him and Hermione didn't help either with her being bossy and showing off how smart she was. Harry had power and prestige and Hermione had the brains and talent, but Ron had nothing for him to get attention for.

Granted, Ron had a thing for the girl, but if she didn't mellow out then he'd have to figure some way to make her. However, back to the "point", Harry was lucky to have him as a friend not the other way around! He wasn't even that good of a friend since Harry not once offered to pay or buy him anything expensive when he knew Harry was fully capable of doing just that. Then there was him treating Ginny like a sister, Harry was supposed to marry Ginny and elevate their family from poor status while allowing them to use his wealth as they pleased. Instead, both him and Ginny were acting like siblings! Why the bloody hell were they not following the plan to let him, and the rest of the family, live a better life?!

Then there was the previous years, everyone praised Harry for his actions against Quirrell, in the Chamber of Secrets, and against the Dementors, but did anyone mention or acknowledge his contributions? NO! Now, Harry had the gall to enter this tournament without even telling him he was going to do it! What kind of best friend hogs all the glory and fame and doesn't share it with his best friend?! He didn't care about the magical vow, Harry had clearly done something to get himself into the tournament and hadn't told him about it! Plus him being so close to Hermione didn't sit well with Ron at all, Hermione was his! Not Harry's!

The fact Harry seemed so close to others that he barely knew and one being a Slytherin was even worse! How could anyone not evil like or stand to be around those filthy snakes let alone be friends with them! It was bad enough Harry went against him when dealing with the Gargoyle Hound, Goblins, and Vampires, but now he was being friendly with the snakes too?!

Clearly Harry was either lying to him for years or was not the true proud Gryffindor he thought he was. Either way, until Harry came begging for his forgiveness and his friendship while disavowing all those dark things around them, Ron wasn't going to help or support him at all. Harry needed him more than he could ever need Harry.

Too bad for Ron, but Harry wasn't ever going to do that or see it that way.

After dinner, Harry was walking away from the hall when a shout caught him, "Hey! Potter!" Cedric called away he, Fleur, and Krum came up.

"Hello, what can I do for you three?" Harry asked in genuine curiosity as Cedric smiled.

"We just wanted to say that we know you wanted no part of this, and we'd be honored if you'd stand with us for the picture." Cedric stated and Harry raised an eyebrow.

"He's right, Lord Potter." Krum stated while giving a look to Cedric, "While it is an honor to be chosen for this tournament, it would be a greater honor to me to stand beside you as an equal." Krum stated with his accent getting in the way, which clearly frustrated him.

"Oui, it is true Harry. While we know you wish to have no more attention drawn to you, we feel it is only fitting that you stand with us. It is, how do you say, us against the world now." Fleur added with her own smile.

"Yeah, I mean everyone knows it's the champions against the tournament, regardless of what people say. We should stick together." Cedric stated and Harry sighed with a smile.

"All right, if you'd like me to be there then I will, but under one condition." Harry stated making them look at him in curiosity. "I'll do it, but I want us to agree to help each other. Nothing to the realm of cheating, but if one of us discovers what one of the trials will be or how to easily find out, we tell the others. I'm not about to let anyone go into this unprepared if I can help it since I don't want anyone to get wounded or die. As you said, it's us against the tournament and to my knowledge the competitors were never made to face each other. So we do our best to ensure our survival and then we let the galleons fall where they fall, whoever performs the best wins and that's that, no hard feelings." Harry stated as the three smiled and nodded, "Great, then we have a deal." Harry stated with a smile as he shook their hands before bidding them goodnight.

Harry then paused as he looked at a female Elf that was leaning against the wall staring at him with a smirk. The elf was a Dark Elf, but she had a lighter skin tone than many of her fellow Elves and had a silvery pink hair color with said hair just falling naturally with her right bang being longer than the left. Her eyes were a darker pale pink and her lips were a supple pink as well with her nails being sharpened and painted to match her hair. Her attire consisted of a small black dress that just went over her ass and went halfway up her breasts with a small set of stringed knots at her cleavage, an overcoat that was a lavender color with black accents that had three clasps between her bellybutton and her breasts, black thigh high stockings, a black belt choker, black fingerless leather opera gloves, and black heeled boots. Over the boots, gloves, shoulders, and part of her bust were red armor plates with gold accents that connected to smaller black plates that also had gold accents. Strapped to her hips were a pair of daggers and Harry could make out smaller throwing daggers at the small of her back under her coat. He also noted her breasts were easily an E cup.

All in all, she was beautiful, but obviously was dangerous for anyone against her.

He broke from his observations as the woman spoke, "Hmm, you really shouldn't hide that body of yours, it's such a waste." She stated as she eyed him like a predator while licking her lips.

"School rules, gotta wear the robes unless given expressed permission by the Headmaster." Harry stated neutrally and the woman smirked.

"Hmm, such a shame." The woman stated as she walked over to him and began circling while dragging her fingers along his torso. Harry didn't react and just stood there as she circled him, "Mmm, your magic is so potent, you nearly made several of my people collapse with that outburst of yours shortly after you were chosen to compete in this tournament." She stated before she pressed up against his back and purred into his ear, "Just what kind of human has such potent and powerful magical power at such a young age?" She asked and Harry merely glanced at her.

"Hmm, and here I thought you wanted some fun, guess I was wrong. There's no fun if I just tell you, you'll have to figure out on your own." Harry stated before twitching a finger and a small spark of electricity shocked her making her gasp slightly and take a step back.

"Oooh, a human who knows how to play, now I'm REALLY interested." She stated with a seductive smile.

"Serafina!" A voice called making them turn to see another Dark Elf with long blond hair that was in a ponytail with a bang hanging at her face on the right side. Her attire was made of a black silk bodice that was draped open showing her midriff and was over a black bra as the straps were showing, her arms were in silk arm sleeves that opened up at the wrist letting her move her hands freely, black form fitting leather pants, brown knee high cuff boots, a black choker, and a belt that had a pair of knives at her wide hips. She easily had D cup breasts and like Serafina, she had a fit and athletic body.

Currently she was glaring at the woman, who Harry assumed was named Serafina, "What is it Chloe? Why so angry? I'm just getting to know our curious Lord Potter." Serafina stated with a smirk as the now named Chloe narrowed her eyes.

"Lady Origa wants to see you." Chloe stated and Serafina pouted before waving at Harry.

"See you later, I'll be back for some more fun." Serafina stated as she walked with a sway of her hips causing Harry to chuckle and shake his head as he walked away.

Once Harry was out of eyesight, Chloe grabbed Serafina and slammed her into the wall, "What do you think you're doing?" Chloe growled as she looked at Serafina, "Lady Origa ordered that he was to be left alone until she can figure out what the hell he is." Chloe growled out as Serafina let out a huff and pushed Chloe off of her.

"All I was doing was trying to get a feel for his magic, the power he has practically calls to me like a damn siren song. The fact he carried himself like a warrior and not some damn wimp of a wizard only makes it worse! And don't you dare try to tell me that it's not the same for you and some of the others!" Serafina countered and Chloe frowned.

"Be that as it may, Lady Origa wants us to stay away. She's not about to let us become slaves and toys again after having freedom for so long. I know he's noble and kind from what we've observed, but we've been fooled before and Lady Origa is weary of the power he has since it feels unnatural. For now we need to keep our distance as best we can and above all keep ourselves controlled." Chloe stated and Serafina bit her lip.

"Easy for you to say, when I was against him, I felt so small and overwhelmed by his presence despite him burying it and keeping it suppressed. If he had told or even asked me to, I would have stripped and followed him like I was his pet and wouldn't have felt any shame from doing it." Serafina stated shuddering slightly as that spark of electricity he hit her with was still sending pleasurable tingles through her body.

Chloe sighed and grabbed her arm, "C'mon, now we both need some relief." Chloe stated taking Serafina away to their area not knowing that there were two eavesdroppers nearby.

Selene frowned with narrowed eyes as it seemed that Potter was affecting more than just her. She'd seen the Veela paying attention to him, but chalked it up to him just being handsome for a Human. However, she changed her mind when she started to see the different Elves and guests all paying attention to him with curiosity and more. Then that magical shockwave he had unleashed and the power he was generating when he was angered by the goblet choosing him only spiked her interest in him more, which was helped by the fact she felt drawn to the power almost like a moth to a flame. Victor had told her to keep an eye on the boy since there was clearly more to him than what they originally thought and would make an appearance for the first task of the tournament to see the boy with his own eyes.

Hadrian Potter was becoming curiouser and curiouser by the minute and it was annoying her that she had no insight into why that was.

Shaking her head, she walked away to continue her rounds while trying to not focus on Potter more than she really should.

Nearby, Hermione was frowning as she too heard the Elves' discussion and was wondering what the hell was going on with her best friend. His magical power had soared to new heights, his personality had changed around while still being the caring and sweet young man she had come to know, and he seemed to be gaining female attention all over and apparently was attracting some beings from his presence alone. Furthermore, seeing him interact with different women was making her angry and jealous, but that didn't make sense since she couldn't be falling for Harry? Could she?

(I mean, it's not like it's hard to. He's rich, caring, capable, strong, smart, handsome, loyal, sweet, sensitive, and… WHAT THE HELL?!) Hermione thought as she suddenly caught herself thinking of all the qualities in Harry that made him desirable and was now blushing redder than a tomato. Clearly she needed sleep since there was obviously something stopping her from thinking clearly.

NEXT DAY: LIBRARY

Harry was in the library reading any and all books that had information on the Triwizard tournament. He wasn't alone as Fleur, Krum, and Cedric were there as well going over different books, though they needed Madam Pince to keep all the fans back, thankfully it wasn't many since many wanted to sleep in. They had just finished the photos with Harry ordering the photographer to take a picture of the three champions and then of the four together. They then went to the library and began researching, though the trio were glancing at Harry as he sped read through several. "Can you actually read that fast?" Cedric finally had to ask and Harry nodded.

"My memory along with the Occlumency training I've been doing make it easy to recall things. However, I've always been able to read this fast, but I found I'd be sitting and twiddling my thumbs in class at times if I did, so I read at a more relaxed pace usually. However, since were working on limited time and second hand information, I am reading all that I can." Harry stated before Hedwig flew in and dropped a letter for him. Harry smiled and stroked her feathers causing her to coo softly before he opened a small pouch and gave her an owl treat, which she promptly snatched up and nuzzled Harry before taking off again.

The others smiled before going back to the books, "From what I am finding, the tournament is usually based around elements such as Fire, Ice, Lightning, and Earth, but there have been added dangers that force competitors to face things that may not be of that element such as runes, wards, and other traps. Apparently, previous champions were able to gain information on the trials while others didn't so they kept most the trial under secrecy and at times only let a vague idea become known." Krum read making Fleur and Cedric frown.

"That helps a bit, but in the magical world we have more elements of nature than Muggles and there are many dangers that can come from any one element." Cedric stated and Fleur nodded.

"Oui, there is no telling what element or primary danger we could be facing." Fleur stated before Harry snorted.

"It's fire and dragons." Harry stated making them look at him as he handed the letter to them. "Apparently, the committee just requisitioned some dragons from a preserve in Romania that my family owns and maintains, not that many people know about that of course. So it would appear we're taking on full grown dragons and they requested six, meaning they know about previous competitors learning about the trials so they are making it impossible to know for sure what dragon each of us will be facing." Harry stated before he stood and went looking through the shelves before coming backs with a few books about dragons.

"Well, I'm glad you're a part of this, or we may never have known." Cedric stated and Harry snorted.

"It's likely you would have." Harry stated getting questioning looks. "Madame Maxime seems quite taken with our gamekeeper Hagrid, who can't keep a secret to save his life. Karkaroff was from Romania originally so he likely has friends and contacts there. Cedric's father works for the Department for Control and Regulation of Magical Creatures, which means the committee would have to go through him to get the dragons into England. So each of you had a way to learn about this even if I wasn't involved, I just got the information to you faster than they would have." Harry explained and the trio nodded at his logic and reasoning.

Before either of them could make another comment, Hermione came up, "There you are." She stated as she took a seat next to Harry, "What are you doing? You should be looking for information on the tournament." Hermione stated making Harry raise an eyebrow.

"That's what we're doing." Harry stated making her blink.

"Shouldn't you be doing this on your own?" Hermione asked and Harry shrugged.

"Why? We aren't going to be facing each other, it's us vs whatever the tournament throws at us. So, why not work together to help ensure survivability?" Harry asked as he turned back to the book he was holding and Hermione blinked and nodded slowly before she began helping with some of it.

After a while, Luna had joined the group followed by Neville and the 7 eventually went away from the Triwizard discussion and began talking about schoolwork, Quidditch, and a host of other things. Through it all; Krum, Fleur, and Cedric, along with some other eavesdroppers, noted that despite being sorted into Gryffindor, Harry had several characteristics of the other houses. He could be cunning and evasive, brilliant and methodical, and was loyal and kind. His main differences were that he could be outgoing and not always quiet and plotting; he didn't flaunt his intelligence or try to force it on others but could readily use it if necessary; and he only showed loyalty and kindness to those who returned and deserved it, instead of being blindly loyal and kind to all.

It showed that "Golden Gryffindor Potter" wasn't such a pure lion as everyone thought.

What the group of seven didn't notice, were the different filthy looks being given by different observers for different reasons. They each decided to do something about why they were upset and would ensure their anger was known even if it meant crossing the "great" Harry Potter

Poor fools did not know who they were fucking with.

DAYS LATER: 1 WEEK UNTIL THE FIRST TASK

Harry scowled as he walked toward the Great Hall at lunch time after finishing a free period spent in the library brushing up on a variety of books and topics. The past few days had been going well as he and the three champions began eating, studying, and hanging out together when they could much to the ire and amazement of different people. They never outright stated what their personal plans and preparations were, but they each had suggested some things to help against a variety of threats and dangers whether it was spells, a reminder to think before acting as nothing was ever as simple as it seemed, tips against certain threats, or in Harry's case carrying a potioneer kit and carrying a few healing potions, which led to Harry explaining what a healing potion was and the ingredients necessary for it.

He had also begun working harder in his training and sleeping in the Room of Requirement at times instead of going to Gryffindor Tower. This was both him being too tired to go back and not wanting to deal with Ron since the ginger was being a real asshole now over Harry competing despite everything showing he didn't even want to compete. Neville still checked in on him and even joined him in training while their sword practice had drawn many of the guests' attention as well.

Harry had also made it a point to talk with Neville and made him swear he would do his best to keep Hermione, Luna, and the few other friends he had out of anything involved with the competition. He especially made it clear to keep them away if a wraith attack happened. Neville swore he'd do his best but couldn't promise anything since there was no telling what could happen. Harry accepted and just hoped his family coming could help keep others out of the mess.

He'd also talked to some of the foreign visitors that he had met during the summer and catching up with them a bit when he could. A few were jealous of him being chosen but it wasn't anything serious or hurtful, just they wished they could compete too so they could really test themselves.

All in all, things were going good, so why was he scowling?

Well, for the past few days, he had noticed Luna and Hermione seeming to be shaken or distressed, but would never tell him what was wrong. It wasn't until Neville mentioned he had been targeted by some students from the three schools. Apparently they didn't like the mingling and cooperation between Harry and the champions nor did they like Neville being around them as he may get Fleur's attention. Harry easily guessed that Luna and Hermione were being harassed too and didn't want to bother him with the problem. Well he was going to nip that problem in the bud quickly.

He stopped in his march towards the Great Hall as he heard Hermione's voice, "Just leave us alone! It's none of your business who we socialize with!" Harry immediately headed towards Hermione's voice and growled as he saw two 17 year old Durmstrang students there clearly trying to intimidate not only Hermione, but Luna as well.

"Actually, it is. We don't like you and your champions being friendly with ours. However, we're not going to pass up this chance to get a leg up on the competition, which is why both of you will be telling Victor everything Potter is up to and what he's planning. That is, if you both know what's good for you." The one on the left sneered while having his wand pointed at Hermione's chest.

Before Hermione could rebuttal, Harry tapped the two on their shoulders, "Excuse me." Harry stated making them turn in surprise before Harry grabbed their heads and slammed them together making both shout in surprise as they dropped their wands and cradles their broken noses. Harry then punched the right one in the gut making him hunch over before a hammerfist sent him to the floor and a stomp to the back of the head sent him into unconsciousness. Harry then grabbed a punch from the one on the left and broke his arm by slamming his forearm into the back of the arm's elbow snapping it backwards and causing the attacker to shout in pain.

Harry silenced him by grabbing his throat tightly causing him to gag and gasp as Harry snarled at him with his eyes glowing. "I'm going to ask some questions, and your ARE going to answer me. If you don't, I'm going to start using the bone exploding curse on you and then I'll start using cutting curses while aiming at your groin, understood?" Harry asked as he held the older boy, who was now on his knees, and said boy nodded while trying to relieve the vice like grip on his throat.

"Good boy. Now, I know you two aren't stupid enough to have come up with this plan yourselves, so who helped you and remember I will know if you're lying to me." Harry asked and the boy gagged out an answer.

"K-kar-karoff.." The boy gasped out while choking as he could tell by the look in Potter's eyes that he wasn't joking about what he would do.

Harry scowled, "Thank you." Harry stated before slamming the boy's face into the floor, knocking him out. Harry then softened his expression as he looked at the two girls, "You two all right?" Harry asked softly and the two nodded.

"Harry, you shouldn't have done that. You're going to get in trouble." Hermione stated worriedly and Harry scoffed before he put his hands on her shoulders.

"What can they do Hermione? Deduct points? I don't care. Detention? So what. Suspend me? I'm already partially suspended because of the tournament as I can skip classes at times to prepare. Expel me? They can't because part of the contract is that I am still enrolled in the school and must attend classes." Harry stated and Hermione looked away.

"You have enough to deal with without me adding to your problems and having more people aiming at you even more." Hermione stated before he cupped her cheek gently causing her to look at him.

"Hermione, you're my best friend, even if they could punish me, I wouldn't care. I will not tolerate anyone harassing, bullying, or trying to harm anyone, especially you, in this school. If the teachers won't handle it, then I will, damn the consequences and what anyone feels about the matter." Harry stated making her blush and smile a bit before Harry hugged her with her returning it before he turned towards Luna. "Luna, I told you to come to me if you kept being bullied, it's unacceptable and shouldn't be happening." Harry stated and Luna looked down saddened.

"I'm sorry Harry, but I was afraid that if I told you, you may think that I was too much trouble and I didn't want to lose my first friend." Luna stated making Harry quickly pull her into a hug causing her to stiffen before she hugged him.

"Luna, remember what I told you when we met? I'm your friend no matter what. You can come to me any time you need to and I won't think it's a bother or troublesome. You're stuck with me, Luna Lovegood, for the rest of your life, I'm not going anywhere." Harry stated as he rubbed Luna's back and she hugged him tighter with tears coming down her face.

Hermione smiled at the scene, glad that Harry was so caring and gentle with people when they deserved it. However, part of her still felt jealous at Luna being held like that and it was annoying her that she felt that way.

Harry then broke the hug with Luna and glared at the two Durmstrang boys and grabbed them by their necks and dragged them towards the Great Hall, "Now to get the message across to the others." Harry growled as he marched towards the Great Hall making Luna and Hermione look at each other in concern before they followed him.

Arriving at the doors, Harry growled and kicked them open making many jump and turn towards the entryway to see a very enraged Harry Potter dragging two boys from Durmstrang. "KARKAROFF!" Harry shouted with rage as he tossed the two forward causing them to hit the ground and slide up to the teacher table as Harry kept approaching him.

However, along the way a tall Durmstrang boy, easily 7 and a half feet tall, stood up and got in Harry's path, "Get out of my way, you want no part of this." Harry stated looking at the guy without any fear.

"Big talk from such a tiny boy." The boy stated and Harry raised an eyebrow.

"You may be bigger, but I have a distinct advantage over you." Harry stated and boy frowned.

"Oh yeah? What's tha-AGH!" The boy started before Harry punched him right in the groin making him shout and drop to his knees as he cradled his manhood and family jewels. Many of the males around the area winced and covered their own groins.

"Your groin is at punching height." Harry stated before grabbing his head and slamming him into the ground and shocking many as the ground cracked slightly.

Standing up fully, Harry turned to see several Durmstrang students, easily over 20, get up and get between him and Karkaroff. Dumbledore was about to stand up and stop this, but Celestine and a few of the other visitors stopped him while Selene stopped her men from interfering, Luna kept Hermione back, Moody and Snape ensured Karkaroff couldn't sneak off, and Neville motioned the other Gryffindors to stand down. Many of them wanted to see just what the Boy Who Lived could do while Neville and Luna were because they knew Harry didn't need help and wanted the others to stay out of the way.

"You have 5 seconds to get out of my way or I will send you to the hospital wing." Harry stated coldly as the boys in front of him all smirked. They clearly didn't think Harry was a threat at all and some were smart enough to have their staves and wands ready just in case.

Harry merely glanced at them all and cracked his knuckles audibly before removing his outer robes showing he was in a red tank top, black pants, and boots before he tossed his robes onto the nearby bench, with a few girls trying to catch it while the others were looking at Harry with blushes. When his hands were back at his sides, the closest one moved forward to strike only for Harry to spin around the fist and slam his elbow into the attacker's neck sending him away before Harry caught a kick with his hands. Harry then twisted the leg and slammed his elbow into the side of the knee snapping it and making #2 scream in pain before Harry kicked him towards the mob heading towards him. Leaning to the left to dodge a punch, Harry palmed #3's face and slammed him into the ground hard before punting him in the ribs causing him to slide across the floor and knock over other attackers.

At this point, many of those seated near the action moved away to not get caught in it while every warrior and fighter in the room was paying close attention to the fight.

Harry swiped away #4's punch, and followed up with a soaring uppercut-spin kick combo that sent #4 away. Harry then leaned left to dodge a stunner that was launched and grabbed the butt of a staff that was coming for his head. Harry pulled #5 towards him via the staff and slammed his forehead against his face, breaking his nose before Harry twisted so they were back to back with the staff in Harry's hands and being held tight against #5's throat causing to gag.

However, the gagging didn't last long as #5 was hit with several spells forcing him into unconsciousness as Harry merely glared over his shoulder. Spinning, he pulled hard and flipped #5 over him sending him sailing at more attackers before he slammed the staff into the face of #6. Harry then spun it and hit him in the groin before spinning it the opposite direction and slammed it into the top of #6's head. Harry then dropped the staff and kicked it forward causing it to spin forward and smack #7 and #8 in head forcing them to fall before Harry sidestepped the recovered #1 and kicked his leg out from under him causing him to fall back before an axe kick from Harry sent him right to the ground hard. A quick stomp to the face sent him into unconsciousness before Harry turned forward again and immediately dodged as more spells came toward him.

Harry ducked and weaved through the spells before he was right next to the closest caster and grabbed #9's wrist before he snapped it and grabbed him by the throat lifting him off the ground and using him as a shield to push through more of the storm of spells before Harry dropped him and Spartan kicked him, sending him flying back into a few others. Harry then began fending off four of the attackers at once as they chose to abandon using their wands and came at him with punches and kicks, but Harry blocked and redirected them all. Catching a kick, Harry kicked the standing leg out from under #10 and kicked #11 back before he kicked #10's hip joint of the leg he was holding forcing the entire hip to dislocate and most likely break given the sudden and rapid change in angle for the leg. #11 came again and Harry threw him off balance with a redirect and was on him immediately with a barrage of fists to his face and chest sending him to the ground.

#12 came at him with a flying kick that Harry quickly caught and spun #12 around before slamming him on the ground face first, Harry then bent the leg and delivered three different elbow hits to #12's back feeling a crunch with each hit. Harry then pushed off into a backflip to dodge a kick and bring his feet up to deliver a dropkick to #13 and Harry caught himself in a handstand and spun with his legs flaring out to kick #14 and #15. Harry then righted himself and blocked a few hits before he backhanded both #16 and #17 causing them to spin and have their backs to Harry, who promptly grabbed them by their throats and then back flipped again forcing #16 and #17 to fall back as Harry tucked his legs and landed on #13 knees first snapping his shoulders and forcing him to the ground while #16 and #17 slammed into the ground via Harry still holding onto them tightly.

Harry stood up again to see #18-30, now that there were fewer he could accurately count, there and walked towards them. Harry casually kicked up the staff he kicked away earlier and spun it threateningly before he broke it over his knee giving him a pair of fighting sticks. The few who still had their staves glared and charged as Harry twirled his sticks.

#18 came up with a leaping overhead strike that Harry side stepped before he knocked aside #19's attack before braining him with the left stick. Harry then followed up with an upwards swing to his chin and then a slamming hit with both sticks to his temples sending him to the ground. #18 then came from behind but Harry sidestepped and tripped him causing him to fall. A quick axe kick to his back made sure he didn't get up again.

Harry then blocked a strike from #20 and threw him off balance before going low and slamming both sticks into his knees, snapping them and sending #20 to the ground screaming in pain before Harry smashed his face with a stick knocking him out. #21 and #22 then rushed forward only for Harry to twirl the sticks before throwing them, causing them to spin and slam into their faces knocking them back as Harry went forward.

#23 rushed forward only for Harry to sidestep and hit him with a clothesline that made him flip before Harry grabbed him and slammed him into the ground. Harry then noticed #21 and #22 coming back at him and walked forward before slamming his hands into their throats causing them to drop and clutch their throats as they gagged and rasped for air, not hard enough to kill but plenty hard enough to incapacitate. #24 came in with a left hook, but Harry batted it aside and backhanded him, causing him to turn around before Harry spun back to back and grabbed him under his jaw and pulled hard forcing his neck onto Harry's shoulder, which Harry pushed up with as he pulled down and heard the painful crack of the opponent's neck. Again, not enough to kill, but plenty painful and incapacitating.

Dropping #24, Harry turned and kicked #25 in the torso causing him to hunch over before Harry casually pushed him aside. #26 charged, but Harry sidestepped and palmed his head before shoving him to the side causing him to smash his head into the table and fall over. #27 began attacking wildly before Harry gave a punch to the face sending #27 down to the ground and causing Harry to raise an eyebrow incredulously before focusing on the last three.

#28 and #29 rushed forward hoping to tag team Harry only for him to dodge their attacks easily before he grabbed their heads and slammed them into each, HARD. The two crumpled to the floor as Harry looked at #30, who was shorter than the big one at the start, but he was more muscular and built than the big one.

Harry merely walked forward before leaning away from a left hook to deliver an uppercut to #30's solar plexus before ducking a back hand and delivered a spartan kick. The kick was at his near full strength evidenced by the fact #30 flew back slammed into the table, breaking the bench and embedding him in the table.

Harry merely rolled his shoulders as everyone was quiet trying to process the sight they just witnessed: a 14 year old just took down 30 older students without getting a scratch or even using magic. Many of the warriors were now looking at Harry with more respect, as they already respected him for the action of killing a Basilisk with a sword of all things. Many were just gaping since Harry was never the confrontational type unless it was absolutely necessary and had never been an aggressor, but what they just saw? Many weren't sure if they even knew Harry Potter at all.

However, Harry wasn't paying attention to anyone other than Karkaroff, who was white as a sheet and shaking as Harry's full attention was on him. Without a word, Harry called his wand and wordlessly levitated Karkaroff in front of him before placing his wand right to his forehead, Harry's eyes still full of magical rage, "If you ever have your boys target my friends or any of the students and children in these halls again, I will, I promise, make you beg to go back to Azkaban, am I understood?" Harry stated in a tone full of venom and cold that it made many flinch.

"Y-yes, I u-unders-stand." Karkaroff stuttered as Harry returned his wand to his holster and turned to walk away but stopped near the doors as he caught something, "All this over a filthy mudblood." Karkaroff stated as Harry froze and many gave shocked and outraged looks.

Faster than anyone could track, Harry was gone from his position and in front of Karkaroff with his fist slammed into Karkaroff's gut causing him to hunch over and puke up blood and vomit while everyone was shocked at the speed and force. Harry then delivered an uppercut to Karkaroff's face that sent teeth flying along with blood. Harry then grasped him with both hands and lifted Karkaroff above his head before being slammed him down hard onto Harry's knee causing him to freeze in a silent scream as Harry dug his knee into him. Harry then pulled his knee back and grasped Karkaroff tightly by the throat, "Do NOT ever use that term again, especially around me, or I will make sure your last moments are filled with so much pain that you will beg for death and the Dementor's kiss. Is that clear?" Harry growled with a murderous expression on his face.

When Karkaroff didn't answer, Harry squeezed a little harder as his eyes glowed with even more intensity, "I said: Is…that…clear?" Harry growled with his magic being clearly felt in the air.

"Y…Y-yes." Karkaroff rasped out trying to get air.

"Yes what?" Harry growled as he looked at Karkaroff.

"Y-yes, L-Lord Potter." Karkaroff managed to say before Harry nodded and slammed him into the floor knocking him out.

Harry then turned to look at everyone, his expression stone cold, "I am going to make this perfectly clear, I will not tolerate bullying of any kind. If the teachers won't step up and handle it then I will and I promise it will be much worse than detention or losing house points. I will do what I must to get the point across, even if I have to send you to the hospital wing. I don't care about points, detentions, suspensions, the number of people I have to go through to get to you, or any of that, there is now a ZERO tolerance for bullying and I WILL enforce it however I have to. You've now been put on notice." Harry stated before he called his robes back and slipped them on as he left the Great Hall, patting Luna and Hermione on the shoulders as he did, leaving many sitting there too stunned to move or do anything.

Finally, Dumbledore called one of the Hogwarts Elves, "Miss Sissy, could you please transport these… gentlemen to the hospital wing, they are in need of Madam Pomfrey's… caring touch." Dumbledore stated giving a knowing look to the Elf and Pomfrey, causing both to nod knowing that these people were in for some rough… treatment during their stay in the hospital wing.

"Yes, Headmaster Dumbledore." Sally stated as she snapped her fingers and the different broken and in pain Durmstrang residents were sent to the Hospital Wing, while any damage inflicted to the area was fixed as well.

"I will now ask that you all continue eating." Dumbledore stated before he stood and left the area while mentioning to Hermione and Luna to get something to eat as he went to speak to Harry.

Of course, many didn't return to eating, instead murmuring and talking about what happened. This was especially true for the guests as many of them had their own talks going.

"Did you see that Ned?! I swear that boy could be a distant cousin of mine with the way he fights!" One Robert Baratheon said to his sworn brother and best friend.

Eddard "Ned" Stark nodded, "He certainly has your family's fury, but he's also more controlled too. He could have easily killed any of those young men, but he held back and only incapacitated them." Ned stated and Robert snorted.

"May not have killed them, but he certainly fought with a fury and brutality worthy of my house." Robert stated as he drank some wine.

"Maybe so, but he was also controlled and methodical. He knew the exact way to take down his opponents quickly and efficiently." A shorter man, easily comparable to one of the Dwarves but lacking their characteristics, stated. "That shows a degree of training and practice, plus some of his methods were not what many would considered… honorable, but there are no such rules of engagement in a fight like this. In the words of my father, if you want honorable combat challenge someone to an honor duel, otherwise it's just combat plain and simple." The man continued making them nod knowing it was true, even though Ned Stark was known for his honor, he knew that honor had no place in some fights.

"True enough, Lord Tyrion." Ned stated and the now named Tyrion was nudged by another man sitting beside him.

"What my little brother fails to mention is that he's had to use some of those "less than honorable" tactics in a few fights he's gotten himself into." The man stated making Tyrion grumble as he drank some wine.

"Just had to ruin the moment for me, didn't you Jaime?" Tyrion asked with a mock glare at his older brother.

"Well, someone had to, and I am your older brother so who better to do it?" Jaime asked with a smirk on his face while others chuckled or laughed.

King Rhaegar was talking quietly with his sister, Daenerys, and his chief advisors, "Did you sense anything?" Rhaegar asked quietly and Daenerys shook her head. "I didn't either and that's what strange. There was no magical burst for that speed he used and he certainly doesn't have the muscle even with magical enhancement to move that fast naturally." Rhaegar stated and Daenerys nodded.

"I know, but what else could it be? His aura and the air around him is practically saturated with his magic and it's easy to tell he's keeping it restrained, almost like he doesn't want anyone to know how much power he has." Daenerys stated in reply and Rhaegar frowned before Lord Tywin Lannister spoke up.

"Or… He's afraid someone's watching for his magical signature to show up." Tywin stated making Daenerys frown in return.

"You think someone's hunting the boy?" Daenerys questioned and Tywin merely nodded in response.

"There are several of those Death Eaters that escaped punishment, but they've supposedly blended into society again." Varys, Rhaegar's Master of Whispers, informed them and Rhaegar shook his head.

"No, none of those people could command Uruk and Olog. No, something else is going on and the boy seems to know about it. Most likely whatever those titles of Gravewalker and Bright Lord are." Rhaegar stated making them frown as they felt those titles were familiar but they couldn't remember where.

"Shall I investigate and contact the Citadel my lord?" Varys asked and Rhaegar frowned before nodding.

"Do so subtly, I don't want an international incident or to possibly make that boy our enemy. If he can take down 30 young men without any trouble, there's no telling what he could do especially if he's keeping his full magical power suppressed." Rhaegar stated making Varys nod knowing he had to be very careful here since he didn't have many of his birds around to help him get the information easily.

Near them, Selene was with Kahn, "He's definitely skilled, but that movement and speed of his, it's almost like…" Kahn stated and Selene nodded.

"Like he was one of us." Selene finished with a frown as that speed of his was NOT natural in the slightest. "But there's no stench of death on him nor any blood that's not his own and I can clearly hear his heartbeat. And he walks in sunlight and I don't sense any of the enchantments we have on us to do so." Selene stated with a frown that Kahn mirrored.

"So what does make him? He can still use a wand and still smells like a human, so… what is he?" Kahn asked and Selene frowned further.

"Something we haven't encountered before. I need to get in contact with Victor, Lord Marcus, and Lady Amelia, they may know something and one of our mystics said that magic was fluctuating with Mr. Potter. What worries me is that title of Gravewalker, I feel like o read about it before but I can't place it or remember what it was." Selene stated and Kahn nodded.

"Should we keep watching him?" Kahn asked and Selene nodded.

"Yes, if nothing else he may be targeted by something and the Elders want to ensure they know what he will be involved with before anything happens, which means we ensure Mr. Potter lives as long as possible." Selene stated making Kahn nod knowing they had some of their more discreet members watching the boy when they could, but he always seemed to evade them and it was getting confusing and frustrating since no Human should be able to evade them like that and leave no trace.

At the Gryffindor table, Seamus Finnigan leaned into the table towards Neville, "Hey, Neville, should we be worried about Harry getting punished?" Seamus asked the question on many Gryffindor minds.

Neville shook his head, "No, they can't do anything that would matter anyway." Neville stated making many frown.

"Why's that?" Dean Thomas asked as Neville kept eating.

"What can they do to him? Take points? He'll earn them back faster than they can take them away in class. Give Detentions? It just gives him time to study and think. Suspension or Expulsion? They can't because part of the contract for the tournament is that the students have to continue attending classes and are only exempt from end of terms finals, so they can't do anything as Hogwarts is bound by the contract too. So really, there's nothing they can do to him." Neville stated making many nod slowly.

"So what do we do?" Ginny asked and Neville smiled.

"I say we show everyone why Gryffindors are protectors as well as brave, we see anyone being bullied regardless of the houses involved we step in and put a stop to it. We also show that Hufflepuff isn't the only loyal house and we stick with Harry and let him know he's got friends and help if he needs it." Neville stated making many nod though Seamus snorted.

"Help? I haven't seen anyone fight like that aside from my dad's Muggle movies. He just took down 30 16-17 year olds and their headmaster like it was nothing." Seamus stated since Harry clearly didn't need back up.

"Doesn't matter Seamus, even the Dark Lords and those like Dumbledore needed allies and supporters otherwise it was them against everyone else. There's a running joke in that the different houses only look out for their own, but Harry has never been that way and I agree with his way of doing things if it becomes necessary. We can't even claim to have followed that principle because during our second year, how many of us turned our back on him?" Neville asked making several flinch "Exactly, Harry has helped us time and again and we've done nothing to repay him, it's time we start showing our support, even if he wants us to support Cedric as the Hogwarts Champion, doesn't mean he has to endure this alone." Neville stated making many of them nod.

Neville may not realized it, but he just gained an enormous amount of respect and command of Gryffindor.

However, many sitting at the other tables that were of Hogwarts frowned and decided to take Neville's advice. Harry had helped many of them the third year with the Dementors and dealing with their presence and he had saved them all in the second year with killing a Basilisk of all things. Hell, only a small minority of them had actually apologized for how they treated him during the Chamber of Secrets fiasco.

Around them the other visitors were discussing things as well including the Pharaoh Atem talking with his servant Ishizu, who had an item that could give her Seeress powers focus and let her see specific futures if she truly wished. However, Harry was a blank look in her sight and anyone he interacted with was also blocked out the more he interacted with them, which led her to the conclusion that Harry was one of two things: Either he was blessed and protected by Mother Magic and no one was to know his future or he was a being chosen by magic to be a Weaver and that in itself was dangerous to many though also highly respected in many areas due to being so rare.

A Weaver was someone that could, for lack of a better term, change the flow of the tapestry of fate and destiny. They couldn't outright break the tapestry per se, but they could alter things or change events. Ishizu already suspected Harry of being one since before his birth, she saw that Voldemort would cripple Magical England and would cause the entire area to become a wasteland because of his foolishness, which was why Egypt's magical community offered to send aid and relief during England's war and even offer sanctuary to many of the magical citizens to try and stave off some of the death and destruction. Then Harry Potter happened. Voldemort was broken and the war ended, which Ishizu didn't see happening in any of the possible futures, nor did she see him defeating the Basilisk or the Dementors, but he did and thus was changing what was to happen to the students, faculty, and Voldemort each time he defied his enemies and opponents. Even his name coming from the Goblet was a shock to her and her lord and king was now paying VERY close attention to the boy because of the name and titles, especially after that display of speed.

Through all the conversations, one Professor Trelawney was simply eating with a small smile on her face. While she may come off as theatric, crazy, or showy at times, she really was a gifted Seeress and could see the future(s). She came off as a idiot and phony because she was still feeling guilty over what happened when she wasn't acting that way. She had seen the fall of Voldemort at the hands of Neville Longbottom or Harry Potter and was happy about it that she decided to not hold back her vision while in the presence of Dumbledore, thus he knew the prophecy. She saw no harm since Dumbledore was doing his best to stop Voldemort and would be relieved to know the information. However, that's when things went to shit.

She hadn't known Snape was there and that he revealed to Voldemort the Prophecy, she knew it was him since after she finished she felt Snape's signature and knew Dumbledore would NEVER tell Voldemort the prophecy. Normally, Voldemort still would have failed had it not been for the misguided actions of Dumbledore in trying to protect the Potters and Longbottoms from threats so their children could grow up and become the one to challenge the Dark Lord. She understood Pettigrew slipping through the cracks as war meant that everyone was exhausted, panicking, and not thinking clearly at all times, but SHE had to live with the guilt that if she had held back her visions and not allowed Dumbledore to hear the prophecy that perhaps Neville and Harry would have grown up with their parents and Sirius Black would never have gone to Azkaban.

Now, Sybil ensured she was completely alone and in private before fully succumbing to her visions and NEVER revealed them to anyone else EVER again. No matter how good people's intentions were, their meddling in Mother Magic's foretellings had ramifications and consequences whether they wanted to do good or evil things after learning it. IF she had a truly impactful and valuable prophecy, she'd go to the Department of Mysteries and create a prophecy orb.

The Unspeakables never questioned anyone showing up to provide one as the orbs were powered through magic to only record true prophecies and not loads of dragon dung that people tried to pass off as prophecies. All they required was a name to file the orb under and magic would ensure only the true subject could remove it from the shelving no matter how hard someone tried or how powerful they were, the orb would not leave the shelf for anyone other than the subject. That wasn't to say that the orbs were never damaged as sometimes Mother Magic would… nudge a wizard, witch, or group into making a mistake or trying to force the orbs from their slots and that would cause various ones to be destroyed and lost forever. Of course, if the subject of the prophecies died or had changed so dramatically that the prophecy was useless, the orb would shatter itself and the records would reflect that the prophecy was voided and no longer in existence.

Anyway, back to the point, Sybil had seen many futures and incidents occurring since she made her mistake and had kept them to herself unless she knew Magic would let her change the outcome, such as a student being stupid enough to go into the Forbidden Forest alone to show off to someone or other. However, the thing that intrigued her the most was Harry as he was unique amongst all the people Sybil had seen and met.

Reason was, his destiny was in a constant state of flux as there were always multiple endings to whatever was going to take place in his life. One example was the Chamber of Secrets: In a couple versions, Harry is so enraged at someone he cared about being targeted that he goes to the chamber alone and duels the hollowed form of Voldemort in an impressive display of magic and dueling before then calling on a magical familiar to help him kill the Basilisk. In another, Harry and Dumbledore both go down and fight side by side like a pair of best friends, brothers, or even a father and son with Harry killing the Basilisk to protect Dumbledore. Still another had Harry gifted beyond measure from an ancestor and he destroys the Basilisk by himself with his bare hands! Yet another had him taming the Basilisk and it turned on Voldemort's specter before serving Harry dutifully to protect Hogwarts. And there were still even more possibilities.

Sybil had never seen a person with so many fluctuating lives and alternate paths that could be taken throughout his life. It was why him having the Grim in his cup last year had shocked her as she knew his death wasn't at hand during his Third Year, but yet he would still encounter death and was nearly kissed by the Dementors from what she learned.

Now though. Harry's life had been narrowed down to three primary paths with some side branches and Sybil was awed by him regardless of the path he took. The New King of Avalon, The Beloved Emperor of the Magical World, or The Bright Lord and King of all Magical Kind. Each of these had Harry doing incredible acts to protect the magical beings, some of which could be called dark or cruel acts, but they were necessary for the true greater good of all magical life on Earth. Sybil would never speak of this though as some would try to influence him and Magic had forbid her from speaking of it or giving it to the Department of Mysteries and Sybil was a DEVOTED follower of magic and would never disobey.

However, she did have a task before her to do and she would need to tell Harry soon so he had the proper time to prepare and ready himself.

After all, if he failed, then both the Muggle and Magical world were doomed for all eternity to Shadow and Flame.

She prayed he was up to the task.

DONE!

Hope you all enjoyed this and the expansions I've done for the story and magical world.

Now, for the crossovers, all except for TWO are here because I honestly don't see myself doing a future installment (Yes this si going to be the first of a series) of their world. I debated Game of Thrones, but for what I will have Harry like by the end it would just be a MASSIVE OP character handling nuisances and me having to detail out the political field since no one there would be a threat or danger to Harry and he'd almost be a puppet master moving things in the background to ruin anyone in his way. Star Wars I REALLY debated on, but finally decided against it since then I have the arguments of force vs magic, enchanted blades against lightsabers and blaster shots, etc etc and I don't want to deal with all that. Now, one of the two I mentioned before hasn't been shown yet, while another is Flemeth, so yes: Harry will be going to Dragon Age in the future for a sequel fic. How and why will be told MUCH later on in here.

I'll also reiterate that Harry is NOT even close to being OP yet. Compared to most wizards? Yes he's OP, compared to the Nazgul? Not even close. Harry is still growing and he will be MUCH stronger by the end of the fic but it's because he NEEDS to be. The Nazgul have had MILLENNIA to bolster their numbers and not everyone can cast Fiendfyre, the only known method of killing a Dementor in the Potter-verse, which leaves very LITTLE in the way of Harry having help against the wraiths and since the Nazgul can't die unless their rings are destroyed, Harry could fight and slay them hundreds of thousands of times, but if he can't get the rings then he may as well be fighting a brick wall with his bare fists. There's also the matter of Harry has been using swords and Wraith magic for a couple months whereas the Nazgul having using them for Millennia and have thousands of thousands of servants and soldiers waiting to be unleashed. So yeah, Harry is in NO way a true OP character as there are lots of enemies that he will struggle and have to REALLY work to defeat.

To give at least some kind of idea of Harry vs the Nazgul right NOW: Harry is essentially his canon student of Hogwarts self trying to take on Albus in a true wizarding duel and win. If you took canon student Harry and set him up to face Dumbledore in a duel to the death, do you honestly think Harry has very good chances of winning? No and the Nazgul see it that way too, which is why they aren't taking Harry seriously as he truly hasn't shown them a reason to take him seriously. He killed some expendable wizards, Uruk, a couple Olog-Hai, Caragors, and a low ranked wraith, none of that warrants them to see him as a viable or potential threat. Hence why Harry is trying to train and learn as much as he can because he knows it's only a matter of time before they either A) Send a significant force to kill/break him or B) decide to attack him personally, whether out of impatience or seeing him as a threat doesn't matter.

So NO, Harry isn't even close to OP yet especially since he's still not even on par with canon level Talion.

So, if you think Harry is OP, then DO NOT READ THIS FIC ANYMORE. I'm getting annoyed with people going on and on about me needing to depower Harry or that he's a Mary Sue or some shit when he truthfully is NOT. If you mean to Voldemort and his followers, then yeah but in case you haven't realized it: They AREN'T THE MAIN THREAT IN THIS FIC.

With that said, next chapter is the First Task of the Tournament along with some other items thrown in.

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