Disclaimers: Why should I bother to write a fanfiction if owned HP and Campione? Though I would change many things about them, since close calls with death wouldn't traumatize children, especially if It was repeated for seven year, bonus with being into war, getting many people killed in front you.

And only female mages are capable of appearing young, even if they were you know… are Centuries old, so that the protagonist can fuck them. Speaking of the devil, the protagonist is much more charismatic than the incubus, because he attracts everything resembling hot female by the sight of his Hot, Hot average looks, and his bland personality that's even more blander than Anime Shirou Emiya, that if you didn't read the VN. So all in all I don't own them because if I made a story, it will be something more. (Sarcasm people!)

Indra Uzumaki: Hello everybody! This is my first story to ever make, and I certainly hope to make it to the end.

English isn't my first language technically, though I am better at it than my mother language. You can blame it on my country's lack of development in language education, and my parents who shoved me in private school that teaches their own country foreign only, leaving the poor students with bare lack knowledge about their own civilization. So yeah you can politely point out the mistakes I've done if you see any.

Alright let's get to the story shall we?

Chapter One: Ascension.

Deep in a dim lighted chamber, a teenage boy standing in the middle of the room next to a sprawled body of a red headed girl felt victorious, for he was just a step closer to actualizing his goals. And in a small corner of mind he wondered about certain bespectacled boy he set the entire school against, although unintentionally.

'Hmm… well the Potter brat could use some subtlety, because a cave in isn't the most discreet way to make an entrance… how the main part was beaten by the bumbling boy is a mystery.' Tom thought preparing a plan to kill Harry Potter, not underestimating him due to his feat of killing the main part of Voldemort's soul unknowing of the complication he set due to kidnapping Ginny Weasley.

By essentially kidnapping a maiden, taking her to his lair, guarded by his serpentine beast, with no one but the hero capable of saving her he practically created a scenario that attracted a rather bothersome entity.

"Unhand the maiden foul creature!" a voice dripping with arrogance boomed behind him.

Turning around Tom tensed, preparing to fight whoever had the audacity to come to the chamber with the basilisk commanded by lord Voldemort on prowl.

As soon as he saw him, Tom felt a pressure that would have driven him to his knees if he had a body that is generated from the man himself. The stranger was a tall slightly tanned blond man, wore pristine white long sleeved shirt with black horizontal stripes in the middle of the sleeves, pants with same theme, and a cape that was held by a string both sides of shoulder with aura of magnificence around him.

"How dare you to come to the chamber of Slytherin? Who are you, so I can write it on your grave?" Tom said, hiding the fear his felt with arrogance, at the stranger who somehow managed to enter the chamber, and sneak on him despite the alarming wards built by Slytherin, who is practically unmatched in warding.

"Who am I? I am the slayer of monsters! The savior of maidens! The bane of what's evil! I am the one who will save the day! I am the mighty Perseus." The newly identified man proclaimed.

Had Tom Riddle been his more knowledgeable counterpart he would have identified what the man was, and he would ran away abandoning whatever plan he had, and would have practically thrown the youngest Weasely to the metaphorical wolf knowing his intention to her (well that if he had enough sanity left, which is questionable). But sadly for our teenage dark lord he didn't know what type of creature he up against, needed Ginny for his revival, thought the man was insane by proclaiming himself as a Grecian legend, and fact he was of a huge ego equal to the god in front of him, thus clearly the whole situation was clearly against him.

…

Tom was taken aback by the ridiculous claim. The man had essentially named himself a demigod, not any demigod but the Perseus, the only decent Grecian hero in the entire history, which is really a nigh impossible accomplishment to find. A man who lived centuries ago, that if he actually existed. Tom felt like his dignity has fallen to be threatened by a madman.

"Speak to me Salazar, greatest of Hogwarts four." Tom hissed, while he thought that using it was overkill he lacked the corporealness to use the girl's wand.

From the sculpted bearded face on the wall the mouth suddenly opened revealing a giant unnaturally wormlike snake slithering out of it.

"Kill him now!" Tom ordered the basilisk, intending to finish off the man as fast as possible, so he could get back to plotting Potter's death.

The snake turned to man intending to kill him with its stare, and then eat him, for it was quite hungry after decades of hibernation, only for it to be surprised and die immediately by arrows that pierced its eyes and brain.

"Hoo! Summoning a feeble copy of my nemesis, at least it would have taken more hits if it's worthy facsimile, but nevermind. I am here to stop you and save the lass from you." The deity said amused at his futile actions, further insanely proclaiming to be the demigod who took down Medusa, well in the eyes of certain teenage megalomaniac.

"How did you resist the effect of the basilisk gaze? How did you kill it this fast? What do you want to with the girl?" Tom screeched, as every impossible action and word of the blond lunatic pushed him to the edge of hysteria, and with him basically ignoring the effect of the basilisk finally, and killing it with an arrow before he could comprehend what happened being the straw the broke camel's back.

"It's obvious! I will save her, and she shall bear my children." The primitive hero said, utterly ignoring the other questions. Tom was surprised as the self proclaimed 'hero' said that he would force the girl, A LITTLE GIRL to give birth to his children regardless of her consents.

"WHAT?!"

-(0)-

Harry went through the partly collapsed tunnel feeling frustrated, as again for the second time he was going to what would be his death.

'Huh! Safest place in Britain my bottom! Even Dudley and his cronies ganging up on me are less threatening' Harry thought. Hoping against hope to not have situations like this as a constant.

Speaking of deadly schools Harry's downed mood took even a deeper dive, for the entire school was composed of morons to believe that Harry is the Heir of Slytherin. He knows that once magic is a factor common sense is to be left, lest find yourself driven to insanity. But there should be limits in throwing senses, lest find yourself calling some who's best friend is a muggleborn, and enemies in the form of pureblood fanatics: a pureblood supremacist, a dark lord in training, and a homicidal maniac.

Reaching close to the end of the tunnel, Harry heard the raged shout of Tom. Increasing his speed to catch up to whatever is happening, he heard a man's a voice that almost managed to leave him dazed from the grandeur and the greatness it held.

"It's obvious! I will save her, and she shall bear my children."

"WHAT?!" Harry screamed. As he felt outraged at what the unknown man proclaimed knowing that there is a one 'she' in the area who is quite need to be saved.

Forcing his mind to focus he saw a huge dead basilisk with its eyes gouged out by what appears to be golden arrow, and Tom standing there in the center of the room confounded at the blond outsider, and more importantly Ginny who's laying there next to Tom lifeless like a dead body.

"What did you do to Ginny?" Harry demanded. Temporarily forgetting what the man said in favor of Ginny who looked pale and deathly.

Tom and the other occupant turned to him, one smiling in arrogance at him and other is grinning amused for whatever reasons he was amused at.

"Welcome Harry Potter. I see that you truly concerned about her, and sadly she will die quite soon, making use of her worthless existence to revive the dark lord Voldemort." Tom said dramatically. In an effort to get over the fear the 'Greek demigod' put in his heart. At the moment he managed to finish his words he was shot in the chest by an arrow that somehow managed to hit his spiritual body.

"Say no more villains. I am here to save the day. I am here to slay the monster." Perseus said, with the words somehow making an echo around them despite his close distance to both of them.

When Tom registered the injury, a blue crack appeared from it spreading on his body quickly. Causing great pain not just to both him and Harry, but also certain corrupted items and a stray wraith. With a blue flash erupting from each soul part, the self fashioned dark lord Voldemort departed from the realm of the living.

As for Harry, he was screaming his lungs out. Close to blacking out from the sheer pain he felt as his infamous scar burst in tandem with Tom's death. Barely managing to kneel due to his willpower, and knowing what the bastard had in store for Ginny.

A phoenix flew into the chamber holding a decrepit hat, which it threw near of Harry, and landed on shoulder shedding its tears on his bloody forehead, easing his pain and saved him getting rendered unconscious by it.

"Move now boy! Move and get the sword from me." The Sorting Hat urged, trying to get the boy prepared. It knew the threat of man represented towards Hogwart should he is left unchecked.

Stumbling in order to reach it Harry pulled the long sword from it, and rising with the intention to stop the madman. Harry took a dash without a word in order to reach the man and stop him.

"Hoo! A rival trying to snatch my maiden, it appears that there is someone who should learn his place." Perseus arrogantly said, as he was preparing to slay the boy who quite literally trying to steal his glory.

Pulling the string of the golden bow, Perseus was at once dive-bombed by the forgotten fire bird, managing to distract him in order for Harry to reach him and have a shot at him. It was shot immediately, leaving ashes and an ugly featherless chick.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Harry reached him and clumsily stabbed the sword in his chest. Only to be stop amazed, as the man didn't drop dead, and ignored what should have been debilitating injury. And because of that he was an easy target to the injured deity.

Feeling a piercing pain on his torso he looked at it feeling numb as blood was pouring from the injury apparently caused an arrow sticking out from it. He fell to the ground on back, forcing him to further bleed out and cough blood, and register the pain… Oh the piercing agonizing pain! As he was blacking out, he faintly heard someone bawl.

"NOOOO!"

-(0)-

On the contrary, Ginny wasn't just simply unconscious. As Tom Riddle connecting his life force with her had the effect of her faintly perceiving what Tom had registered, including the moment in he was killed by the heroic deity. This was the moment that waked her up from the sheer pain she felt, even if it was indirectly.

Opening her eyes lazily, she moaned as she forced herself to get up. Only to witness Harry fall to the ground, with a grievous on his chest caused by an arrow that pierced his ribcage. This was causing Harry to bleed out quite badly on the floor, as he could die any moment based on the blood he was losing, and that is ignoring the damage the arrow done to his torso.

"NOOOO!" Ginny cried, desperately running towards him. Ignoring her surrounding and the tiredness she felt from Tom's interrupted ritual she was in. When she almost reached Harry, she was stopped by the white clothed deity catching her left arm as she sped by him.

"Halt my dear princess! I want to see the face of my newest bride who resembles my Andromeda." The man with said pretentiously. Causing her to repulse in revulsion, understanding what the man said.

"Let me go you creep!" Ginny said, trying to fight off the deity's unnaturally strong grip in order to reach Harry, as he dragged her away from him.

As she devolved to biting, kicking, and screaming the dead boy's name as, Perseus wordlessly activated his authority that allowed him to control the women he saved, and women with priestess lineage. Sadly for the girl she is eligible for both conditions, thus rendering her silent and obedient under his command.

As he was dragging her away, he didn't notice the rising boy he left, getting up despite his fatal injury, and that would be his final mistake.

-(0)-

As Harry was slowly dying on the floor, he mused deliriously about his luck finally running out, which it took a killing curse, shitty relatives, and constant death attempts on Hogwarts for it to run ragged.

All in all, it was a sad existence, in which he always tried to thrive for a better life no matter what situation.

As he was blacking out, his mind wandered about his parents. Would he meet them? Would they be proud of their son essentially running to doom? Would he finally get peace in death from Voldemort and his followers, probably not considering his streak, who knows?

'Harry!…'

Ah! The Grim Reaper finally came to take his soul, though why in the name of Merlin it has Ginny's voice.

'Harry! Please wake up... '

What! This is not the Grim Reaper, it is Ginny, and why in seven hells she would bother him, he taking a little nap; that's it, a nice nap after that he would stop the blond madman?

"HARRY WA-!"

The blond man! How could he forget about him? Taking out the arrow from his chest, his pain receptors flaring in agony, and blood clogging up his throat from the sheer savagery in which he removed the arrow. Harry forced himself to get up despite every muscle of his protesting, still holding the arrow that painted in blood, his blood.

Standing up shaking from pain and lost blood, barely seeing as his world was taken by red haze, he saw Ginny and man standing beside a Pegasus that looked like that cliché standard for the horses, with white as its color and gold and jewelry as its facemask that reached up nose, and a necklace from the previous said material. Despite the majestic looks of the steed, he looked entirely out of place, for Harry couldn't conceive how the Pegasus arrived here. In a small corner of his mind he noticed how Ginny was unnaturally compliant with man, though that was ignored in order to deny the possibility of the horrifying implication of what happened to her.

Throwing that out his mind, he tried to walk only to feel overwhelming pain coming from his upper chest area from the movement he made, as the adrenaline he amassed was lost upon admiring the stallion.

'Move damn it! Move…'

Desperately shaking with every step, he forced himself to move even faster as he saw the man putting Ginny and himself on the Pegasus with the intention to carry her away.

'Damn it! Faster, I have to get to her. MOVE DAMN IT!'

Harry mentally pleaded his body to comply, as he couldn't bear the thought of Ginny being captive and helpless, praying whatever deity to reach her before they left. Feeling a tug in his stomach, the world was rotated in a spiral manner.

Finding himself on the horse behind the man, he ignored tons of sensations he felt among them, pain, dizziness, and the weirdest and latest among them which was the feeling of missing something vital. Regardless of that, he had a one chance to stop the man, which he eagerly took.

Firmly holding the arrow, he repeatedly stabbed the man in the neck and backside heedless of the enormous amount of blood splashed on him, not taking a chance; he did it more and more and more, until the man's body fell on the ground dead.

Observing the man disappear in golden glitter he relaxed, only to freeze up on the fact that he murdered a man in cold blood hit him like a freight train. With exhaustion and fatal injuries beginning to catching up he fell on the floor with no energy left in him. As he was truly dying he saw Ginny collapse on the floor, he hoped that someone would reach the chamber, as the only one capable of getting in and out of here is out of commission. Out of corner of his eyes he saw something that shouldn't be there, or to be more specific he saw his legs in the same spot he teleported from.

'Well… there goes the option of an open funeral!'

T hat was the last thought of Harry James Potter before the darkness took his conscious before he screamed about the unfairness of it even in his rather bloody death.

-(0)-

Pandora serenely waited as her newest son and literally her youngest ever materialize with his head on her lap, it was moments like this she treasured the most as a mother, her own private moment with her children, all her children even the one that misbehaved. Also it was moments like that ripped her heart as she was going to be left alone forgotten for quite a while after crowning her children, but that's alright. That's her curse to bear.

He groaned as forced his eyes to open, as he experiencing the tiredness and lightheadedness all her children felt when they first visited the netherworld.

"Mom...!"

She synchronously felt a faint pang in her heart and swell of happiness, knowing despite him delivering the words she barely remembers being called, yet still the fact that he called her mother made her joyful.

"My child! Even though you acknowledged me as your mother, you aren't conscious enough to truly mean it. Regardless of that, thank you for calling me mother! My son, even with the hard life you had you didn't lose your shine. So promise your mother one thing. Live your life to the fullest, be free, be happy, and soar like the wonderful bird you are. And remember that no matter what happened, I love you!"

Harry drowsily nodded, not having enough energy to vocally respond, barely comprehending what he heard.

Pandora feeling that her son's life force disappearing knew that her time with him is running out. So she got back to the ritual she and her husband made eons ago, in repentance to the sins she done.

"The requirements were fulfilled. A God was slain, and a God-slayer rose."

"Therefore, I Pandora the foolish witch who cursed the world and blessed it, decided to claim this child as my newest son!"

As she stated her boisterous proclamation, shouts that were filled so much anger and hatred filled the entire space, as if threatening her and her child for doing something that is entirely blasphemous. Pandora held her child more tightly, as if to shield him from the sheer negativity it held.

"Fume all you want, I've made my decision. Let everyone grant my child their blessing and hatred, the fourth Campione. Please bestow the sacred words upon this child!"

Pandora lightly played with his hair as looked at her, beaming at him with a radiant smile -that could light a room filled with despair easily with its presence alone- filled with motherly pride; a scene that would crave itself in his mind until the end of his life.

"By the black arts I and Epimetheus left behind, this is a sacred birth of an illegitimate child, shrouded in darkness, born of a fool and a witch. A secret of usurpation only made possible through the sacrifice of a God."

"I grant you my blessing to reborn, Harry Potter, as the king of kings, the Campione, and finally as my son!"

"… Mom?" Harry asked, completely left behind in whatever happened.

"Good luck Harry!" the motherly goddess said gently, as she laid soft loving kiss on his forehead with the world engulfed by a white smoke like haze.

-(0)-

A beat of power boomed throughout the world, announcing the entire world of the rare event that happened, as if a royalty was born and the news was to be widespread.

An old man sitting on a throne in his palace looked towards the northwest, smiling predatorily at the idea of a new prey to play with, scaring his servants something fierce in process.

A Chinese soft looking woman was training on a frozen mountain; she halted and looked at west in surprise and eagerness at the birth of worthy a peer and a rival.

An Indian tanned woman was strolling through a village she just finished helping. She turned to north not grasping what she felt, only to stumble through a portal sending her to who knows where.

Regardless of it entailed, many individuals would seek the young God-slayer with disaster in their wake.

*Next Day*

Sitting in his humble office alone, Dumbledore's mind was racing with questions that persistently filled his mind, with his trusted avian perching on his spot. A knocking interrupted him thoughts bringing him back to reality.

"Come in."

The door creaked as the visitor entered the area revealing Pomfrey who was wearing her standard uniform clearly wanted to report about her newest patients.

"Welcome Poppy, please enlighten me about young Harry and Miss Weasley's condition?"

Speaking of the devil, regret invaded the old man's conscious, as he again failed to uphold his responsibilities as Hogwarts Headmaster to ensure his students safety, which was threatened by Tom again, with the primary victim ironically being Harry for the third time. Dumbledore took a glance at the ruined book with strangely huge amount of ink blacking on every page without leaving a spot untouched. It residuals bore disturbing resemblance to Harry's scar.

"Albus, aside from exhaustion in her reserves, and slight muscle strain, Ginevra is fine and should out around couple of days just to be sure, but the boy… How can I say it? He appears to be healthy but I honestly don't know!" Poppy said her tone filled with concern and confusion as she took a seat.

"What!? What do you mean Poppy?" Dumbledore couldn't help but state in confusion, as worry began seeping into his old bones at the puzzling declaration concerning the young Potter.

"What I mean is that the boy somehow appears to be immune to magic, neither the standard check up charms doesn't work on him, they just die out the moment they make contact with him." Poppy replied frustration evident on her. "I had to check up on him physically, but unlike muggles my knowledge in it is rather rudimentary at best. Also while I was cleaning him from blood I've found that his scar somehow healed, not just fade like other scars but disappear like it never existed."

The statement utterly stumped, relived and distressed Dumbledore all in one time, as again the mystery around Harry continued to grow, just at the moment he had a clue about its nature. For the boy's tracking devices were blown up at the time Fawkes teleported to Harry, and now the scar disappeared along with foul magic in addition of Harry's newly developed magic resistance, which he personally experienced while ago. A trait only developed by the stronger magical species. An impossibility again done by Mr. Potter

'Hmm… Magic resistance. Why did it sound familiar? Perhaps it's time to research.'

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With his conscious returning, Harry woke feeling rather lazy, but still forcing himself to wake up in order to be on time for classes. As his fluttered his eyes, he found himself in the Hospital wing much to his bemusement.

Sitting on the bed, he tried to remember how he ended up in here. As he was recalling past events, the picture of him stabbing a man mercilessly stood out among the jumbled mess that is his memories.

He froze as realized the gravity of what he did, utterly unnerved at the fact that his body didn't retch in disgust at the crime he committed but loosen at the confirmation of him murdering the man, like some animal which triumphed a challenge and feast it's corpse as it's right. It was wrong! It was disturbing! He shouldn't feel like that! What kind a monster he is to enjoy killing! It made him worse than Voldemort!

"Oh God!" he silently repeated it, as he shamefully covered his face with his hand. His tone held terrible amount despair as his train of thought reached what people's reaction would be. It was official he was a killer, he caused his parents to die, he killed Quirrell by mistake, and now he cold-bloodedly murdered someone with the intent to finish him off, and the worse of it, he did it much more younger than the madmen he knew in his life. Maybe he should have died in the chamber! He was no better than Tom and Voldemort! Hahahaha… Yeah it is no wonder he got his parents ki-

*Slap*

A sharp slap echoed around the room, as Harry returned to reality by the surprisingly light sting on his cheek. As he turned his to face the one who slapped him, he was caught off guard by the sudden hug he was enveloped in. He recognized Ginny from her disheveled hair that veiled his face, as she desperately clutched into him as if she is afraid of losing him.

"Ginny are you alright?" Harry asked, only to receive sniffing as an answer. "… Did I-"

"I th-thought you died there!" Ginny sobbed on his shoulder, reminding Harry of the moment in which he was stabbed, eliciting phantom pain on his chest. "I am sorry! You were hurt because of me! I hurt you! I am sorry!"

Harry wrapped his hands around her. Rubbing her back to comfort her, and get her to stop making him damp with her tear. "It's alright Ginny… See I am fine, you don't have to cry. Besides I had to save you, you're important after all." He whispered, forgetting his inner dilemma for a moment.

They stayed there like that, for word weren't needed in situations like this. Well until it became awkward after a while, well for Harry.

"Want some chocolate?" he lamely asked, desperately trying to break the anxious atmosphere, accidently finding a box of chocolate near him.

She nodded and got off him demurely, unaware of discomfort Harry felt, finding her position rather comfortable. They sat together eating the sugary treat side by side, eyes wandering all around the wing but never meeting their companion.

"Why… Why you were crying?" She hesitantly asked.

"Crying?!" Harry asked back, touching his cheek only to feel it wet. It was strange to see it, he rarely cried, but then not that everyone would find themselves serial murderers before turning thirteen.

" Nothing." Harry said with a visibly fake smile that deeply unsettled Ginny despite how convincing it was.

-(0)-

Despite the general census, Ron Weasley wasn't an oblivious idiot, he was an idiot. He knew something bad happened in the chamber at the times was busy screaming at the entrance hole hoping to attract attention. It turns out that Dumbledore was personally investigating the situation after losing connection with Fawkes, seeing Ron and apparently memory erased Lockhart in the girls' bathroom fazed him slightly. He asked Ron about how he ended up here; Ron didn't give the summary Dumbledore wanted, but told him about the Basilisk the Harry and Ginny were stuck alone with.

Rushing to the chamber, the duo left making Lockhart believe to be the Queen of England, well Ron did it, but it just out of petty spite, for the formers attempt at mindfucking him. Dumbledore vanished the overcrowding boulders, both of them reaching the serpentine themed room. They were greeted with the sight of bloodied, messy Harry, with clothes strangely torn, like the perfect cut on both legs of his pants should have indicated with legs being torn off, yet the displayed skin rounds with a sadistic, blood lusted half giant who was pretty good in healing. And Ginny who was unconscious near him exhibited no injuries, and who can ignore the giant snake lying dead with its eyes crushed while in the process of getting out of the mouth of the carved face on the farthest side of the room.

Frozen by the view, Ron was torn off between rushing to his friend and sister, only for his hesitance to fade after Dumbledore went to Harry. Tending Ginny he couldn't help but give the dead, giant lizard side glances in worry, his sense of security plummeting to deep abyss as he observed the beast more and more, as the fully grown animal would rival the most dangerous magic beast by the virtue of its sheer size alone, and that's discounting the abilities that made it compete with Nundus for the position of the most deadly magical beasts. (Nundus are on top spot for him. they were just that awesome for him, deadly awesome but awesome nevertheless)

Seeing that the both of them being alive, they decided to move them out of the room in order to get them medical assistance. Strangely the levitating spell couldn't work on Harry, so they solved that by having Dumbledore carry Harry while levitating everyone out of the chamber.

By the time they reached the medical bay Madam Pomfrey jumped into action after seeing the limp bodies, leaving Professor Dumbledore to question Ron about the whole matter. Ron unveiled everything, leaving nothing in dark. Ron probably imagined that he had seen a brief reaction from the old professor when he mentioned Tom Riddle. After finishing the exchange, Dumbledore left revealing that tomorrow and the day after are off, and that he should take a rest, as he had an eventful day to say the least. Both of them leaving with one subject unsolved; who gave Ginny the diary?

…

It was next morning, birds were chirping. The sun shined its warm light on the land. The wind carried a fresh breeze, giving the impression of a lovely morning.

Ron woke up, feeling refreshed. As he was changing robes, he was hounded by a posse of Gryffindors containing several second year students and above, asking if he and Harry really fought off the Slytherin beast. Shrugging them off, he wandered how the hell they actually were informed about what happened, only to attribute it to the Hogwarts mindless scuttlebutt. It was sad that Ron felt older than them, despite being younger than some of them, especially when they accused him of being a smug glory hog, who only accomplishment is befriending the boy-who-lived, when he refused to answer their mindless chatter.

Had Ron been one year younger, he would have reddened in anger, spat back, and would have felt inferiority at being compared at someone much more accomplished than him. But the events of the last days were too much on his mind. The petrifaction of Hermione, the near death situation by his worst nightmares, the kidnap of his sister, seeing Harry appears to be dead in the chamber. They were too much on his innocence, with each one either threatening his life or the lives of the people he cared about. He just now cared about seeing them alive and well. But now just went on his way to breakfast, utterly ignoring the failing attempt to dispirit him, leaving behind a confounded crowd, who still can't have a handle on the change that happened. They were lucky the twins were rather busy; otherwise they would have suffered under their hand for trying to bully Ron.

Reaching the hall, he sat up and ate the summoned meal, enjoying the meal as his brothers waved at him, he waved back feeling relieved, as the threat of Tom and the Basilisk was stopped before any serious harm was done.

As the group of gossip seekers came to the table, he mind drifted to the past, recalling the last his close encounters with death. He saw how petty he was when he rejected Hermione's help, coupled with his severe case of inferiority-complex and her bossy attitude; it has resulted with him chasing her off with scathing remarks. Even today he still prayed to whatever god that managed to grant Harry enough mind to knock some sense into his skull, and drag him to save her; otherwise he would have been plagued with guilt of whatever terrible things would have happened to her in the bathroom. The traps that Professor Dumbledore laid; the time of which Harry almost died on his first Quidditch match… and list goes on and on.

He truly now saw foolish they were. In spite of daringly facing dangers, the idea of death never crossed their mind. How could they! They were naïve children, one with Hero-complex, the second having inferiority-complex, and the third desperately wanted a friend. It was a deadly cocktail, especially if your life is threatened annually. It was just… it was just when saw Harry the illusion of invincibility shattered. Seeing him bloody, disturbingly still, he became aware of the specter that loomed behind him and his friends, that they weren't heroes in a fairytale, it was reality and any of them could die with none being wiser. It was terrifying… the thought of losing his friend shoved something very cold in his guts.

It wasn't like Ron suddenly became sensible in a moment. It was just that he had an entire night to rethink about it, asking himself one question all night along.

How long will it take to lose something in your quest to prove yourself that you're something?

Suddenly, the need to become something other than Ron the sixth son twisted into something petty. And live of family and friends became much more fragile.

…

Awakened from his inner contemplation, Ron became aware of the rumor seekers using "We're you pal!" card. God they were persistent. Don't they have life!

Feeling sour from the hypocritical claim, Ron stood up, his tolerance to the overbearing crowd reaching its end. He left, thankfully finishing his meal quickly, sardonically saying "and I am Merlin reborn."

Striding through Hogwarts in slow pace, he reminisced how the whole Chamber of Secrets situation spiraled out control. Some idiot (Ron knows it was a Slytherin slime that's responsible, probably Malfoy, despite Harry and Hermione saying it was his prejudice speaking, Malfoy excluded of course) got a hold of what happened the last time the chamber opened, and whole story was stretched throughout the entire institute like a wildfire. And of course with news of casualty happened last the time the chamber opened. The honored, virtuous students of Hogwarts decided to stand against the culprit before they struck, with the criminal being none other than Harry Potter. Of course they tried to sever the ties between the trio, pressuring them into end their friendship with mentions of bullying and isolation.

Had Ron and Hermione been lesser friends, they would have abandoned him long ago, but their friendship was forged in fire, ventured into deadly obstacles for the sake of their friend, knowing he would do the same for them. Hermione certainly taught them a lesson when she slapped Cormac for purposing that he would be a better friend than 'a Dark lord and his Death eater'. Just the mention of 'Ron the Death Eater' nagged him, like he was out of the loop of a cosmic joke that revolved around him. It irked him. Being the universal butt joke of something he can't put his hands on no matter what, but that will be a story for another time.

Uhhh… Where he was? Oh yes, the building hostility from the school.

After declaring their stance, all the school all but united against them in bid to stay alive. They were hexed, stalked, blamed for mistake they didn't do (or did in Ron's case), and turned to pranks hapless test subjects. For all their juvenile behavior, they were very damn subtle and cautious enough to not alarm the teachers turned patrol officers, carefully choosing the location and to ambush them, frame them… etc, enough to ensure that the trio got full blame while they got off the hook. Sadly for the trio Snape was the only one had something resembling inkling to the circumstances, even then he was utterly baffled at the scene of a Gryffindor vouching for Slytherin, dismissing all in an attempt to dispel the unnatural scene from his mind.

It was a miserable year, they turned weary from juggling between harasses and finding the perpetrator. It kept on without interruption, until the night where Hermione was found petrified. The mob halted, unsure of what do after seeing that their estimation may not be accurate as they thought, with the exception of Slytherin who somehow thought that the both of them are truly 'a Dark Lord and his Death Eater'. Again the irritating sensation made an unwelcome return, accompanying with it a short vision of bald Harry in dark robe shooting killing curses for kicks, and Ron with a green skin, red sclera, and 666 itched on his forehead; posing in what could be called pompous manner. It would have been damn funny if the joke didn't lay on him.

Shaking off the annoying thought, Ron focused on the time where he cursed several idiots swearing allegiance for protection. That was a satisfying moment. They retreated as well when it was revealed that the culprit dragged Ginny into the chamber, establishing the truth that Potter and his co. didn't do it.

Reaching the bay, Ron was greeted by the sight of Harry without glasses eating chocolate with Ginny. It was a strange sight. Seeing Harry without his specs made Ron feel weird, as if he was looking at different individual despite having known Harry. Not sensing the weird, awkward air around, Ron broke the ice by doing what he does best.

By stating the obvious.

"Hey! What happened to the spectacles?"

-(0)-

It was weird. During the period in which they ate chocolate something worried him, it was the sensation of seeing the world for the first time. It was maddening. He couldn't grasp it. Anxious he ignored the unsettling feeling, lest he would be seen as a madman.

Enjoying the chocolate to forget the ordeal he went through in the chamber. As he slowly munched the sweet, his mind couldn't help but wonder he survived his injuries.

"Hey! What happened to the spectacles?"

Harry snapped from his thoughts, becoming aware of the sudden entry. Greeted with the sight of his best friend, Harry digested what was said before.

"What happe-Wait-What!"

Harry tried to a get a hold of his eyeglasses in mid sentence, only for him to grasp air. Bewildered, Harry could only stutter at the unexpected occurrence. His mind in overheated in guilt, now couldn't handle the sudden absence of what used to be permanent inherited defect.

"You look like a new person mate!"

Harry's mind crash stopped, propelled to the present by his best friend's statement. Curious, he rose from his position, getting away from Ginny's constant check on his face with a fascinated look on her face, as if not noticing his lack of eyeglasses was strange. He reached the mirror at the corner of the room, nervous at what he may actually see, as he always wore glasses and couldn't imagine himself without it.

…

Harry felt his breath flee, as he looked at his reflection. Seeing that something changed in his image a way he couldn't grasp despite trying. He concentrated on his mirror image trying to find the difference in his new yet same look. Finishing up with his scanning, he almost missed the ever present scar on his head, or the lack of it. Astonished at the discovery, he put himself closer to the mirror, trying to figure out what happened to the accursed mark. Finding nothing, he gave up on it. Turning his to Ron, he tried to ask what hi-

"Hey, Harry. How did you get better?"

…

Stabbing the man's back relentlessly, he didn't stop. He couldn't stop. Why he couldn't?

…

"I don't know."

Fucking Finally! Damn! That is more exhausting than I thought. I was completely and utterly stumped at the Pandora POV scene, it doesn't help that I am guy and have the empathy and sociality of a borderline robot. (Note to self: don't bother authors for updates. There is nothing to profit from it and everything to interest in the moment you're bothered.)

Other than that, hmm… I actually forgot what I tried to say! Oh about the plot.

First of all Goodbye to canon from both sides of the story, so don't expect our rather future Campiones and something similar to that in HP, because I have to change fuck tons of the background information in order accommodate this story, such as Ginny being of priestess line. Though I will explain it later I have a very deep issue in HP history which I will solve.

And finally if you wonder How Perseus one shot all of Voldemort, it is because Heretic Gods are spiritual body that are able to interact with the world, and soul anchors are cheap knock off of it, thus making it weak to authorities since they are capable of destroying spiritual entities, also it doesn't help that Perseus is the worst matchup to Tom in combat divine or not.

And about Harry authority's, don't worry I've got it ready, though from I observed about the series is that either authorities are superlative or super powerful. Technically all Campiones gain one authority from the deities they slayed, depending on the similarities to the deities aspects they either gain multipurpose restricted authorties (if they are indeed similar to each other, though the restriction would maybe gradually disappear like Godou case) or one purpose unrivaled authority (Like Doni, the only thing they share is just swordsmanship)

Beside I seriously need a beta, specifically someone who is accomplished in English, because while I am average with grammar, my knowledge in it is incomplete at best, and I need someone who cchapter Ify my ideas into something readable. (Example: I know jackshit about active and passive voices)

And Don't expect fast update because I am still working on the plot and setting, which is honestly difficult due to huge friction between HP and Campione, Like Hagrid and his ancestry as a small exmaple.

P.S: Fuck! after seeing the total mess that's called first chapter I've published, I've freaked out and to tried fix it numerous time. It is moments like this makes me realize how much of a noob I am. So sorry first viewers for taking a look at the mistakes!

See ya later!