We begin on a young man of eighteen, with eyes haunted by experiences far beyond anything he should have seen. Birthed by the union of Karen Hagrid, Rubeus' sister, and Peter Smith, his bloodline was unique.
A half-giant and a changeling was an extremely uncommon union, but not unheard of over the years since the Hagrid line had been tending to the Hogwarts' fields.
Raised primarily in the muggle world by his half-giant mother, after an altercation with Death Eaters where his father gave his life, Alexander had unlocked his power through ferociously dedicated training and savage determination.
As it stood now, as Alex was the most advanced known Changeling in the world, he had been selected by way of his connection to Rubeus Hagrid to tutor Harry Potter in his emerging changeling powers.
Alexander's massive form landed in a graceful crouch on the steps of Hogwarts' front entrance. The Beauxbatons Carriage was to his left, but Alex cared little. His long ochre hair was tied in a low ponytail that hung to his shoulder blades, kept away from his distinctive emerald green eyes.
A graphic black Led Zeppelin stretched taut over his muscled torso, deep red jeans clinging tightly to his toned legs. It was his favorite outfit, for the shirt had holes in the back which were currently occupied by the joints to his wings.
Feathered pure white wings tipped in the exact wine red shade of his pants, flaring once more before tucking against his back. Alex was in full, un-glamoured form today.
The wings were the most obvious, the long, twisting golden horns that curved down the back of his head was the next-most obvious. The long fangs in place of his canines stayed hidden unless he cracked one of his infamous troublemaker smirks.
Alex witnessed the Durmstrang ship to his left, past the carriage, and growled under his breath.
His footsteps echoed in the empty courtyard, the flagstones amplifying the heavy work boots' impacts. Alex moved through the hallways with the grace of a predator, heading for the Great Hall where he knew most students would be.
Murmurs broke out as 'The Angel' headed for the staff table, increased when Alex leaned down and began speaking in hushed tones with Dumbledore and Hagrid.
"I have come to train Harry in his gift." Alex stated simply.
"This is me nephew, Alex. He'll train Harry up right." Hagrid contributed, earning a sidelong hug around the table from the smaller Hagrid.
"I've cleared out a space on the opposite side of the Black Lake, Dave the Giant Squid is ensuring no people go past the barrier he made with his tentacles. He will let you and anyone you allow through, Harry is also allowed through." Dumbledore said, his twinkle gone and very much looking his age.
"Harry Potter? Please come forward." Alex announced, to the crowd, and a diminutive boy with sprouting horns on his temple stepped forward shyly.
"Don't be shy, come on up." Alex encouraged. Harry stepped a little faster after a rough shove from a red-headed boy, a frown upon the ginger's face.
"I'll be teaching you to control your new gift." Alex stated when Harry had joined their group at the head table. His horns sunk into his head, his wings retracted but his teeth stayed.
Harry nodded and gestured for Alex to lead the way, and he did. The two left the Great Hall and the building, walking slowly around the lake.
"When did you start changing?" Alex asked.
"Fifteen days ago. The horns sprouted and my teeth started growing." Harry said in response.
"What was your catalyst?" Alex asked.
"Catalyst?" Harry inquired, a curious expression on his face.
"An event causing anger. Minor anger, like an enemy breaking something sentimentally valuable usually causes teeth to descend early.
Righteous anger, caused by betrayal, catalyses the horns.
Fifteen days and already showing two inches of horns, I would say you were betrayed by a very good friend, and then a week later by another very good friend.
A general betrayal is not enough to catalyse the second part of the horns, so your horns have no curve yet." Alex said.
"My best friend Ron, decided to listen to the sheeple and his own jealousy instead of everything he knows about me. He knows I hate my fame, but he is still convinced that I put my name in the Goblet of Fire. Yeah, 'cause a fourth year tricking an age line placed by Albus Dumbledore him-freaking-self is so plausible.
Hermione is really weak to peer pressure and followed him, but I haven't seen her directly insulting me either. I think she's just too afraid to push against the current." Harry sighed.
Dave's tentacle lifted for them and Alex turned up his lip in an impressed expression. A small grove, thin and short trees on one side and water on the other, lush grass and a few berry bushes scattered around.
"And the General Betrayal?" Alex prompted.
"Everyone in Gryffindor either hates me because I supposedly managed to trick the age line, or hates me because I won't tell them how I supposedly did it. It hurts a lot that people I've known and loved like brothers and sisters for so long can't take my word for one fucking time." Harry snarled.
"Well, just make a magical oath. Prove 'em all wrong." Alex said with a shrug, sitting cross-legged on the grass, Harry joining him and facing him after a moment.
"Magical oath?" Harry asked, a bemused expression on his face.
"The basic format is; 'I swear on my life and magic', Then the contents of the oath, followed at the end by 'So it has been said, so mote it be.' It's a really simple thing. An unbreakable vow is a dark ritual between two people, where Fate herself ensures you do the thing you swore. That is only for actions you plan for the future." Alex said.
"So all I would have to say is a few fucking words and people would know I was telling the truth? That's what I've been doing." Harry sighed.
"But these are Magically-Binding words. Not just any words." Alex stressed.
The two sat in quiet contemplation for a few moments before Harry had an idea.
"Hey, you're American, right?" Harry asked.
Alex simply nodded, understanding weird ideas when he saw one.
"Are there any schools in America who would be outraged at the Boy-Who-Lived being placed in a Tournament without his permission?" Harry asked with a devious smirk.
Alex broke into an evil grin.
"Not quite. But something as rare and as powerful as a changeling, without a school representing him? This could shred the British Ministry's remaining favourable opinion overseas." Alex replied, grin growing more malicious.
"Alright. Can you contact them?" Harry asked.
"Aye. I've got an ex-sister-in-law in Salem Witches Academy who I'm really close with. She's a troublemaker, but the Headmistress likes her nonetheless. As long as you're alright with your trainers all being really sexy female professors?" Alex asked. Harry nodded so fast he looked like a house elf on cocaine.