A/N: After reading "The Ilvermorny Champion" STID 12048619, it used a trope that I've seen in the past but was the first one where anyone did anything about it before it was a huge problem. I went with the normal "the adults all fucked it up royally" version you normally see.

I finally broke down and put it in its own thread. It was getting far, far too long.

Thanks to Alix33 for the corrections.

Title: The Stabbing (Almost) Felt Around the World

"The Lone Traveler: Young man who tried to change the past and save those he loved… plan failed and became the Lone Traveler, wandering through time and reality, making a difference wherever he went… very powerful… defeated a powerful Dark wizard styling himself a Lord… swept along the path he walked by a spectacular aura of blue light."

'Legends & Myths of the Wizarding World' by Gertrude Yolanda

FF St ID 2673584 – Chap 9 – The Professional Modified FF St ID – Chap 58 - Dunuelos

Harry, the Lone Traveler, looked curiously around at where he had just arrived. Unlike almost every other time he appeared, this time he could see that he had an audience of hundreds and hundreds of people, almost all gaping at him.

Suddenly, there was some splashing in the nearby water and he saw his local counterpart and Ron Weasley struggling. What was shocking, however, was that his local counterpart was pierced by a trident and was frantic. Attempts to calm him were futile and finally he heard Harry Potter scream, "They're going to kill her! That little girl!"

Fleur Delacour, who was struggling nearby against those trying to prevent her from returning to the lake, redoubled her efforts.

Harry the Traveler originally was about to encounter several witches and wizards but this byplay distracted the crowd. Quickly retrieving a memory and putting it to the forefront of his mind as he dropped his coat and kicked off his shoes, he cast a bubbleheaded charm on himself, praying that this would work. Concentrating on that small spark of magic unique unto him, Harry traveled …

… and suddenly he was floating in fairly cold water, a disgusting scene before him. Gabrielle Delacour had been awakened by a bubble-headed charm being placed over her head – she was tied securely to the statute.

Several mermen were (apparently) cheering as a teenaged looking merman menaced her with a spear, his face full of savage glee.

The Traveler in that moment closed his eyes and, using his vast reserves, cast a Lumos Solens wandlessly, concentrating on using his entire body as the focus. He was happy to see the flash of light through his eyelids and quickly cancelled the spell. Opening his eyes, he saw that the entire Mer colony were scrabbling at their eyes in pain – they had not been prepared for the light of the full sun at the bottom of the lake.

Wandlessly, he cut the seaweed holding the small girl and, directing his arm behind him, he cast an aguamenti spell with his other hand. He could not travel out as he could even now feel the negative effects of the sudden change in pressure.

He knew that the small girl who even now clung to him, sobbing, would be hurt or killed if he did not gradually change depths, allowing her blood to reabsorb the nitrogen. Therefore, instead of moving straight up, he jetted his way at a 30 degree incline directly toward the shore where the spectators gathered. He almost unconsciously spent some magic applying a wandless warming charm to both himself and the girl. A grindlylow appeared in front of him and he took his hand off Gabrielle and wandlessly sent a piercing hex – the small water demon died instantly.

Harry was taking no chances.

He had glanced back and saw that, although the Merpeople had gotten somewhat of their eyesight back and taken off in pursuit, his use of the aguamenti spell as jet propulsion allowed him to easily keep in front of the crowd.

The Merpeople looked quite unhappy about this, from what he could see at this distance.

Suddenly, he could see the brightness change and he knew he was near the surface. He checked and saw that, yes, his small charge was still awake and in no apparent physical pain – only mental.

He surfaced and, wandlessly cancelling the bubble-headed charm, called out, "A little help here!"

There were arms that appeared and the small girl was taken from him – he saw the flash of a silver swimsuit and was relieved that it was apparently the girl's sister who had taken her. He was being helped by Cedric Diggory.

Mustering his strength (the use of three spells simultaneously – aguamenti, warming charm, piercing hex with two wandless) had taken much out of him. "We need to retreat from the shore! NOW!"

The Traveler's voice held such authority that there was an immediate group move away – and luckily so: Two tridents had emerged from the lake. Harry wandlessly (damn this was draining) cast a spell to push them away - he didn't have the energy to shield solidly enough. He also cast a low level glamour – hopefully small enough that the fake Moody was far enough away not to notice but enough he wouldn't be recognized as Harry Potter. He would never have fooled the real Moody – but Crouch was NOT as experienced with the subtle uses of the Magical Eye he was currently using.

It helped that his local counterpart was one of the more runty types – it would make it harder for people to make the connection.

There were cries of shock when the tridents appeared and were thwarted. Several of the adults stood around, uncertain of what to do. Madam Pomphrey hurried up – medicine waited for no one.

"No injuries," he interrupted, "but I could desperately use a pepper-up to counter the cold and the lack of energy."

Looking at the stranger suspiciously, she nevertheless provided what was requested. Harry quickly downed the potion, wincing slightly at the taste. He immediately felt better – he no longer needed assistance to stand. "Thank you. I will submit to a full checkup when the current emergency is dealt with."

She nodded curtly – it was a better result than she would normally expect from those who she felt needed her services. She withdrew to complete her care of the others who had been under the surface of the lake. Hopefully, the blond female champion would have settled down enough for her to do her job.

Quickly performing a drying spell, he also summoned his clothes and redressed himself into his jacket and shoes. Albus Dumbledore was quickly rushing up. Another man, unseen by the Headmaster, was also quickly approaching.

Dumbledore stopped a few feet away, his twinkling apparent, even as he took on a look of disappointed disapproval. "Hello. I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts. May I ask why you interfered with the task?"

Before Harry could answer, the second man appeared and suddenly embraced Harry, kissing him on each cheek. "Je vous remercie! Vous avez sauvé mes filles! Dieu merci pour votre action en temps opportun!"

Having a Universal Translator, Harry understood perfectly: Thank you! You have saved my daughters! Thank God for your timely action!

He replied in French, "Ce fut un honneur pour vous aider." (It was an honor to help.)

Harry turned back to Dumbledore and cast a sonorous spell on himself – he was not the type to hide things. "The reason for my interference was that the little girl was being menaced by the Merman as I arrived. I went because your own student reported that they were going to kill the little girl. I can report that he was entirely correct and there was no time to do other than I did."

Dumbledore obviously had to quash the irritation he was feeling. "The Merpeople were not a threat if they had not been interfered with. They promised to assist in the task and the return of any remaining hostages."

Harry shook his head and quickly conjured a stone pedestal and created a Pensieve. "Attend! Let all witness what occurred below the surface of the lake!"

He quickly withdrew the memory and tapped the Pensieve. Dumbledore was not prepared for what happened next: As best he knew, the only way to view a memory was to submerse oneself into it with their face. The Traveler, however, had experience in universes where this was not the case. And so the memory started – and once it began, Dumbledore's hands were tied: He could not prevent it from playing out fully without losing tremendous face.

The Memory began with Harry Potter crying out that the girl was going to be killed. The audience watched as the Traveler quickly prepared himself – it matched what those who had been watching had seen precisely. The audience was in awe with the man's ability to transport – but were shocked by what the memory showed.

There was no doubt that the Mermen were not protecting the hostage but were just moments away from skewering her. The girl's cries of despair were obvious.

The watching students, staff, and visiting dignataries were amazed at the quick thinking of the man. All were curious as to what he had done to his wand to move them so fast – he had non-verbally cast the aguamenti.

The entire memory had shown that he was entirely justified in what he had done.

The man who had thanked Harry turned on the Headmaster. His English was precise with the smallest accent: "You placed my underaged Veela daughter in the midst of a Mer colony? In direct contradiction to the Atlantis Accords? Are you MAD? Why was the task not changed when you knew a Veela was a champion?"

Harry was alarmed. He heard what no one else heard – thanks to his Phoenix animagus form. As Dumbledore was placating the man, he was lacing his voice with a compulsion charm. Harry noticed his casual placement of his hand on his wand.

Disgusted, Harry sent his strongest disarming hex and incarcerous spells. Dumbledore had not been ready for that. His voice still under the wandless sonorous spell, Harry called out with extreme anger, "Deputy Headmistress! Retrieve the Head of the DMLE immediately! A crime has been committed and it has international ramifications." When McGonagall did not immediately move, Harry growled out, "NOW!"

"We will now wait until the Aurors arrive. I will allow none to interfere."

The fake Moody, confident in his disguise, "I'm a Master Auror, retired. But once an Auror, always an Auror. You need to let the Headmaster go."

Harry didn't even pause as he did the same to "Moody" that he had done to Dumbledore. He then added, "Percy Weasley! Keep your opinions to yourself! Severus Snape! Take one more step and I will not limit myself to harmless spells! The Director of the DMLE will need Veritaserum. I suggest you retrieve your store of it!"

The Traveler almost casually stupefied the two wizards, even as he conjured a stool to sit on while waiting. Fleur's father did not know what was going on – except this man had saved his daughters. He stood ready to also defend against idiots.

The audience watched this strange wizard in apprehension and curiosity. Several people were obviously wanting to approach but his actions stayed their hands. He rolled his eyes.

"Ministry Officials, Visiting Headmasters, and the Champions may approach as long as they don't point their wands – they have a right to find out what's happening. Professor Sprout as Diggory's Head of House and Professor McGonagall as Potter's Head of House may also approach." Harry had noted that the Deputy Headmistress had reappeared.

Those named looked at each other and cautiously walked over. Harry nodded congenially to all of them, even the Durmstrang Headmaster whom he had always despised.

Professor McGonagall was the first to speak. "And just who might you be to decide on a course of action and its propriety?"

Harry cancelled the sonorous spell and said, "Well, as I was the one who observed the illegal activities, it is incumbent upon me to report them."

"And who might you be?" she asked with her most disapproving voice.

"Have you ever heard the legend of the Lone Traveler?" he asked. Most looked confused, but shockingly one didn't: The Useless Igor Karkaroff. Harry pointed at the man.

Looking around, Karkaroff spoke. Surprisingly, when he was explaining something, his entire bearing changed; Igor might actually be a good teacher, Harry mused. Who knew?

"It is an obscure legend. I have only read it or learned of it in two places, surprising in their complete independence from each other. One is a tale of Russian Magical Legends found in the Durmstrung Library. It is dated from the Fifteenth Century. The second place is from the natives of the Americas – I had occasion to speak to one of their medicine men who also doubles as historian. I was researching a particular personal issue. At one point, the medicine man told me that the old help they had from their history was a little-known legend from the Hopi tribe." Igor looked to the Traveler. "Even his dress is a match between the two. It is said that he is a magic user of immeasurable power, moved from his world in an attempt to destroy an evil magic user and his followers who had destroyed his family and society. He was trying to correct the error but was lost among the worlds."

Madam Maxine looked incredulous and a bit disbelieving as she asked, "And how was he known?"

Igor said, "He has two Spirit Protectors. One is such that any other wizard or witch might have – useful for defeating evil spirits. The second, however, is strange in that it is much smaller, appears to be a pet instead of a woodland animal, but its color is such like no other Spirit Protector known."

Harry grinned. "I think the term you need is 'Patronus'." He pulled his wand and cast the Patronus spell. A few gasped as the familiar shape of a Stag rushed from his wand. Without even cancelling the first, Harry thought back to his little goddess Aphrael and cast a second Patronus. Everyone gasped at the gold color Mmmr that appeared, Aphrael's pet cat.

Igor nodded at their visitor with much respect as the others goggled. While the stag inspected the environment for any signs of threat, the small cat threaded its way among the spectators, rubbing against a leg here or there. Those touched were left with a feeling of peace and love.

Such was the presence of the small cat the Igor knelt down and even attempted to pet the small animal. Suddenly stiffening, the small figure let out a howl (no one had ever heard a Patronus make a sound before) and, fast as lightening, Mmmr's paw raked the man's arm through his coat. A small ball of blackness quickly retreated from the cat's swipe and Mmmr hissed at it even as it disappeared.

Amelia Bones had arrived with several Aurors just as this occurred. Most ignored her as Karkaroff quickly threw off his coat and inspected the arm that Mmmr had swiped. It was completely clean and wound free. It also no longer had any part of the Dark Mark which had marred it for twenty years. Igor suddenly felt … clean … for the first time in a long time. Mmmr jumped up and Igor automatically caught it as he would any cat. Mmmr sat in his arms and purred.

Harry was just as shocked as everyone else who watched. He stood up. "Igor Karkaroff." Igor looked up from the small creature he was petting like he would any cat, his face a study in wonder. "Igor Karkaroff, you've been blessed. I don't know why, but you have been judged to be redeemed from your earlier life's mistakes. Should you wish to thank the true author of your new freedom, pray to the Child-Goddess of Styricum, Aphrael. Aphrael is not a Goddess of this world, but I have met her in my Travels. The nature of the Patronus which even now seeks comfort in your arms comes from using my love for her – and hers for me – as the basis of the spell. You hold the form of her familiar, Mmmr. Aphreal requires no worship, no sacrifice, no mystic rituals. She seeks no dominion. The only thing she requires is love. When you pray, send all of your love to Aphrael – and it will suffice as a repayment for what she has done for you."

The others around looked at Igor and saw what Harry had immediately seen: He longer exuded an air of superiority or of privilege but a calmness that few knew. The man's smile was the first one that Victor Krum had ever seen on the man's face that had no greed, covetousness, maliciousness, pride, or any other negative emotion.

Krum seriously considered sending his own thanks in prayer to this Child-Goddess for her intervention.

Amelia Bones took the opportunity to announce her presence. "Is there a reason why I was called? And why are Dumbledore and Moody trussed up like holiday hams?"

Everyone looked over and saw that the two wizard in question had both come awake, even if they were a bit groggy and were also watching the proceedings.

Harry wandlessly summoned flask that Moody carried and said, "Professor Snape." The man had approached after the Aurors. "If you could, using your experience, tell us what potion is in this flask?"

With a blank look, Severus Snape moved forward and took the flask. He delicately sniffed it and his eyes widened. He poured a small amount on the ground to verify. He looked up. "It is Polyjuice potion."

Immediately, the Aurors all pointed their wands at the imposter. Dumbledore's eyes widened at this revelation.

"He tried to interfere – this was why I stunned him and stupefied him as well. As for Dumbledore, Monsieur Delacour will explain why he is trussed up."

Everyone looked to the French man. "Mr. Dumbledore took my youngest daughter, who has veela blood, and put her as a hostage in the lake being guarded by Merpeople. According to the Atlantis Accords, which was a treaty after the great war between the Veela and the Merpeople, if either one strays into the territory of the other, they can be killed or used in any manner by those who capture the interloper."

There were several looks of shock – most did not know this. Two, however, weren't as surprised. "Madam Maxine. You have something to add."

"Headmaster Dumbledore assured me that the Merpeople, having already agreed, would not take this as an intrusion. As long as the task was in progress, they would be allowed safe passage."

Harry nodded. "That may be the case, but the task was one hour. Ms. Delacour, please come forward."

Fleur stepped forward, still holding her sister. Harry sent a spell and it showed positive. "She was interfered with. There is a spell on her to attract Grindlylows. Please check the magical signature, Madam Bones."

She did so. "I don't recognize it – I will have to look at the records."

"Try Barty Crouch Jr."

Everyone looked alarmed. "But he's dead!" Madam Bones exclaimed.

Harry pointed to "Moody" – who even now was changing. Harry summoned the leg and eye to keep them safe but otherwise didn't interfere. In a few minutes, everyone saw the truth: The captive man was Barty Crouch Jr.

"Professor Flitwick!" The small man rushed forward. Harry summoned the keys from Crouch as well as wands, portkeys, etc. He handed the keys to Flitwick. "Take Madam Pomfrey and check the trunk in the Defense Office. I think you'll find the missing Alastor Moody." He conjured a jar and put the eye in it. He handed this and the wooden leg to the man. "I think he might need these."

Flitwick rushed off, followed by the Healer. One of the Aurors followed – Harry didn't recognize him as a closet Death Eater and so let it go.

Harry turned to Madam Maxine. "Yes. Maybe the first hour. But once that Hour was up – the Merpeople considered her fair game." He turned and asked, "Percy. You have something to add – I see it in your face."

Looking uncomfortable Percy nonetheless spoke. "Because of Mr. Crouch being ill, I sat in on the meeting. I remembered the Treaty from History of Magic and brought it up. Even thought the Headmaster said it was in hand, I took it to the Minister and his Undersecretary. Madam Umbridge, with the Minister watching, ordered me to ignore it as it was not a concern. I was still concerned but trusted that those in charge had taken care of it."

Harry nodded. "While I question a new employee taking the reins of a major department, it's obvious you have more sense than some others. Where are the Minister and his Undersecretary anyway?"

Percy was both upset and pleased. "They're at a magical conference in Magical Tahiti and will be out of touch for another five days."

Madam Bones eyes went wide. "I know nothing of a scheduled conference. Does anyone else here?"

There were no's all around.

"Something to investigate. Anyway, excuse me." Harry quickly conjured a jar. "Mr. Potter and friends, come over here please."

Harry Potter, somewhat fixed up, stepped forward followed closely by Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. The Traveler nodded. "First." The Traveler summoned the beetle from Hermione's hair and captured it in the jar. He handed this to Madam Bones. "I give you unregistered animagus Rita Skeeter. Perhaps you can explain to her the error of her ways and ensure appropriate justice."

Amelia's eyes widened once more as she took the jar. She had a vicious look – no one liked this reporter other than Fudge and his toady. "I will take care of it." She ensured it was secure and there were airholes and put the jar in her pocket.

"Now Harry – please come here. I will extract your memory of what you saw so that everyone can see it. Is that okay?"

Harry shrugged. It took a little effort, but the memory was put into the conjured pensieve and Harry Traveler played it for all to see. He cast a spell so that the entire audience could hear what was happening. He casually stupefied the Headmaster once more – he thought that the time it took to view the memory was far too much opportunity for the man to make a break for it.

Fast forwarding the memory through the boring parts, everyone could see that Harry had arrived first but stayed to make sure all the hostages were retrieved. When only Ron and Gabrielle were left, Harry made every attempt to retrieve the girl as well but was viciously repelled by the Merpeople. Their malice toward the girl was obvious – they had no intention of letting her go. He did the only thing he could do and retreated.

The Traveler's earlier memory was then played for the new arrivals. He then included what occurred when Monsieur Delacour had protested. "I saw Dumbledore casting the compulsion charm, which was what triggered my response. Monsieur Delacour? What position do you hold in France?"

"Vice- Ministre de la Magie." Deputy Minister for Magic.

Harry turned and said, "I believe casting spells on foreign dignitaries can be considered a crime?"

Madam Bones sighed even as she nodded. Before she could do anything, Harry Traveler motioned to the local Harry. "Summon his wand."

Harry, confused, did as asked. Harry then allowed the wand to be checked for the last spell. The Traveler then awoke Dumbledore so that he could see and said, "Harry. Hold the wand and say the following:" The Traveler gave him a specific sentence which caused Dumbledore quite a bit of stress.

Harry held up the Elder wand and said, "As the Last living of the Peverell Blood, I hereby claim the Wand of Antioch Peverell as my own!" A very large amount of light quickly appeared out of the wand mixed with some sparks – it was obvious that the wand accepted the claim and Harry's possession.

Dumbledore slumped in defeat. The Traveler hid his grin.

A/N: There will be one more chapter … maybe two. Not a long arc.