AN: As stated in this chapter, Harry travelled around the world to learn various magics and to find lost ones on various expeditions with others. I plan to use magics from other games and movies for this. The spells from Diablo 3 and dragon age, games I'm familiar with, for example would be used. That being said, I only have a few ideas in mind, so I want everyone to give me suggestions for what game or movie you want the spells to come from, what specific spells, and where he got them. I've already chosen his main traveling partners and his pairing as well as a few other important aspects of his life but am willing to listen to any suggestions from my readers.

The New Storm-Crown 1

Chapter 1

-Harry-

Face set in stone, Harry walked down the halls of the lower level of the Ministry, hands bound in chains and a half dozen aurors escorting him at wand-point. Rolling his eyes, the twenty-five-year-old wizard glanced at the terrified looking aurors who glared at him before they noticed his eyes on him. Reaching the courtroom, Harry looked about at the assembled Wizenagamot, cracking his neck as the shaking aurors guided him into the accused's chair, the chains quickly lashing around his limbs. "Kinky." Harry snorted, looking derisively at the assembled witches and wizards.

"All rise." Dolores Umbridge called out, sneering down at him, "The trial of Hadrian James Potter shall now commence. Minister." she nodded to Draco Malfoy, the Malfoy son having taken over as Minister from his father who had managed to build up enough support to rest control of the Ministry from Shacklebolt.

"Who here represents the defense?" Draco asked, knowing full well Harry hadn't been given any defense

"Your mother." Harry quipped to his old school rival, "She just loves working under me."

"How dare you?!" Lucius snarled, rising up from the Malfoy family seat. After the war, when the Malfoy men had gone back to their old ways now that Voldemort wasn't sitting on them, Narcissa had left her husband and fled to another country.

"Quite easily," Harry lied with a smile on his face, "I met her in my travels. Best topless beach I've ever been to. And Rita, you can quote me on that." He smirked at the Daily Prophet reporter who nervously wrote that down.

"The Defense is representing himself." Draco grit his teeth and made the declaration, banging the gavel for silence as Lucius retook his own seat.

"Representing the prosecution, Daphne Maria Greengrass." Draco nodded to his sister in law who returned the gesture.

"Ice queen!" Harry laughed, "How's it hangin?" he knew they were going to execute him as, by British law he was technically a criminal. His magic still hadn't recovered from fighting back when they tried to capture him so Harry knew he wouldn't be able to escape. Therefore, the only choice left to him was to go out bland and boring or go out like a Marauder.

"Potter." Daphne glanced at him, showing zero emotion.

"So, what are the charges? Sticking to just the dumb laws you people won't repeal or making up shit?" Harry laughed, waiting for the list.

"The list includes performing illegal rituals, knowing illegal magics, possession of illegal artifacts, causing the death or injury to sixty seven percent of the auror force, and tax evasion." Daphne listed out, going through each item one by one.

"Ah, so you're not slapping on shit I didn't do. Good to know." Harry nodded, "Just the shit that's only illegal in your dumbass country."

"Order or you will be held in contempt." Draco glared down at him.

"You've always held me in contempt ferret boy." Harry rolled his eyes, unphased by the list of charges. After the end of the war, he had decided he wanted to keep travelling. For the past seven years, Harry had travelled from country to country, learning their magics and joining expeditions to find undiscovered magic. While the British Ministry had forbade anything they couldn't control or make a profit from, many other places in the world were far more open minded.

"You have a lot of nerve, returning to our country as a criminal." Umbridge sneered down at him.

"I returned for a wedding," Harry rolled his eyes "only to have a team of aurors kick in my door unannounced. I do have the right to fight back when someone breaks into my home and starts sending bone breaker curses at my skull."

"You're a criminal, you have no rights." Umbridge sniffed haughtily.

"Actually, I haven't been tried or convicted of anything meaning I'm no criminal." Harry pointed out smugly, "Ergo, you've just assaulted a civilian. Since no warrant was shown, no rights read, and no announcement made upon entry I committed no crimes in fighting back. Not gonna lose a wink of sleep over it either." Turning to his prosecutor he tilted his head, "So, was that wedding invite a trap too?"

"Ronald Weasley and his Fiancé Hermione Granger were both detained after sending the invitation to other known fugitives hiding abroad such as the illegal half-breed child of Remus and Nymphadora Lupin." Umbridge smirked at him, "They were tossed through the Veil the day before we arrested you."

The smile left his face and even the usually unflappable Daphne Greengrass looked nervous, "Know this Umbridge." He glared at the woman "One day soon, you're going to burn in Hell. And I'm going to laugh." After that, the court quickly railroaded a guilty verdict, nobody daring to vote innocent given Draco and Umbridge's goons watching like hawks.

"You are hereby condemned to the Veil," Draco smirked "to be done immediately. Aurors, take the criminal away."

"Later ferret boy, tell your mom I'll swing by later. Ghost sex is a new thing she can cross off her bucket list." Harry laughed, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as the aurors tugged him forcefully to his feet. He was still laughing when they pushed him through the veil.

"Blegh!" spitting out snow, Harry pushed off of his knees, coating his fingers in healing magic before snapping his broken nose back into place. One moment he had been pushed through the veil, the next second he was slamming face first into the ground.

"Son of a Hamster it's cold!" he yelped, instinctively whipping out a warming spell, further depleting his flagging reserves. Cracking his neck, he got to his feet, frowning at his right arm. Back in Japan, Harry had gone through a surgery to have wand cores infused into the bones of his right arm, allowing greater control of his magic to allow wandless spells and improve his wanded ones. Even then though, he had never been able to cast a spell with the ease he just had, wand or no wand.

"Freeze Stormcloak!" a new voice shouted from behind, the sound of ringing steel filling the air. Glancing back over his shoulder, Harry saw a woman in what looked like Roman armor, the plume made of metal.

"And who are you?" he grumbled, dusting snow off his robes as he raised an eyebrow at the woman's blade, lacking the magic to even do a disarming spell in his current state. His answer was an attack from behind, a pommel strike to his skull as his vision went black.

-Alduin-

Grunting, the world eater pushed up off his feet, shaking his head as snow fell from his horns. Snarling and swearing vengeance against the mortals who had dared to use an elder scroll against him. Looking about, he could see the signs of ages past, could smell the scent of his traitorous brother lingering in this place.

Stretching his wings, he began to flap them, rising from the mountaintop. He was tired, he was hungry, and he needed to feed. In the distance, he could see lights shining in the distance. A human settlement.

That would do.