A What if Situation:

Harry Potter/Nanoha crossover

During Harry's Fourth Year (TriWizard Tournament), Harry was more than meets the eye. Using ancient magicks that were long since forgotten, Harry will cast away the chains of binding and reveal the real "Power he knows not". Features a supportive Dumbledore for once, not one where he tries to seal this power away for "the greater good".

In this fic, I wanted to portray Dumbledore as someone who supports Harry discretely, not a manipulative mastermind that has become the norm. Other than that though, Harry essentially awakens to the magic style of Nanoha (though I haven't exactly decided as to whether it should be Belkan or MidChildan, though I am leaning towards the latter). Also, you will notice that the weapon speaks in two different languages. To save everyone the trouble, its German and Japanese. Yes, there is a reason for that.

Chapter 1: The Awakening

"Welcome, Lady and Gentlemen," Ludo Bagman said, his hands rubbing against each other. "To the first task of the TriWizard Tournament! Your task here will to be recover the golden egg!"

"'Golden Egg'," Harry mimicked, clearly confused.

"Correct Mr. Potter," Crouch said, sounding as stiff as ever. "We have four dragons, one each. They were all given a golden egg to protect. You, as champions, must retrieve it. Understood?"

'I'm so dead!' Harry thought. Sure, he may have fought against a basilisk, eluded a werewolf, and even beat back a possessed teacher, but to fight a live dragon, in front of an audience was really pushing things!

'You okay?' a female voice said in his head. 'You look really nervous.'

'Have you ever thought that it could be due to the fact that he's gotta face an overgrown firebreathing lizard with a treasure fetish?' another female voice said snidely. 'It couldn't be that, could it, Master?'

'Actually, it is that, Agito,' Harry thought, a small smile gracing his face.

'Wait, DRAGONS!' the first female voice yelled (telepathically). 'This tournament is supposed to be a safe contest, not a game of who can die faster!'

'Not really helping, Rein,' Harry thought, shivering as he was the last to pull out the figure of the dragon he was to face. Wincing at the heat, he grabbed whatever was left in the bag, only to pale at the sight.

"A Hungarian Horntail?" Harry said, his voice barely above a squeak.

"Well, that was the last one," Crouch said, looking down at the boy. Poor lad; to face one of the most ferocious dragons (a mother at that too!) at such a young age; he'd be surprised if he was still alive five minutes in!

With that, the two Ministry officials, followed by the Headmasters of the three schools, left the four champions to contemplate a strategy.

"Calm down Potter," Krum said, his eyes narrowing at the sight of Harry nearly hyperventilating. "You knew what you were getting into when you signed up for this."

"But that's the bloody problem, I didn't enter this damned tournament!" Harry yelled. "Hell, I was looking for a quiet term this year!"

"Is there something wrong?" asked one Professor Dumbledore, who came in after hearing Harry yell.

"No, nothing wrong professor," Harry said, falling onto one of the nearby cots. "Just wondering what would be less painful; being burned to death or being stomped on."

Eyeing the poor fourth year, Dumbledore sighed. Despite his appearances, he felt sorry for the poor lad. True, he could've done something about him being in the tournament (like declaring a DRAW to restart the damn thing), but he was certain that Fudge or Crouch would've made a huge fuss. So with that aside, he just had to let Harry compete.

But that didn't mean he couldn't bend the rules every now and then to help him.

"Harry, if you would, a word please," the elderly professor said, beckoning the boy to him. They walked off, a good distance away from the tent, before he spoke, "So, are you ready for this?"

"Honestly? No," Harry said bluntly. "I'll either make a fool of myself or die in the process."

"You really must stop such negative thinking," Dumbledore said, frowning.

"Can you blame me?" Harry said. "I have to fight a friggin' Horntail, the most magic resistant of that batch of dragons, not to mention a mothering one!"

"Do you have any sort of plan?" Dumbledore asked, looking at his protégée.

"I had no idea what the First Task would even be, so of course not," Harry said, sitting on the ground that overlooked the lake.

"What of your familiars?" Dumbledore asked, catching the younger wizard off guard.

Composing himself, Harry responded, "What familiars? If you're talking about Hedwig, then I highly doubt she can do anything against a dragon other than spit up pellets."

"I may be old Harry, but I'm not senile," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling as he smiled. "I am talking about the two beings you have hiding in your jacket."

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, feigning ignorance, although inwardly he was sweating bullets.

After a few tense moments, Dumbledore sighed. Pulling out a small necklace with a sword charm from his pocket, he put it around the boy's neck. "For good luck," he said, before walking off.

As soon as the old headmaster was off distance, Harry let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Too small weights landed lightly on his shoulders, making him look up. On his left shoulder was a doll-sized woman, with fiery red hair tied in two pigtails. She wore a dark blue bikini top and matching short halter skirt. A leather belt lay uneven on her tiny waist, and on her arms were two dark blue gloves with red weights on her wrists. On his right was another small woman, but unlike the other, she had silver hair that reached her shoulders, a white sleeveless battle suit that left a cape trailing her waist.

"Agito, Rein," Harry said, looking around.

"Well, what I wanna know is how that old coot sensed us," Agito said, turning herself to look where the headmaster walked away. "I mean, we're using barriers and low AMFs for the god's sake!"

Rein said nothing, but was instead looking at the necklace that Dumbledore had given her master. Staring at the green emerald at the hilt, her eyes widened.

"Harry, this is a-!" she started.

"And now its time for the youngest Champion of the tournament, Mister Harry Potter!" the three heard Ludo Bagman cry out.

"Crap!" Harry said, taking off before hearing Rein's explanation.

Appearing moments later at the tent, he nearly tripped over his feet, thus stumbling onto the arena. A loud crash made him look up, right into the eyes of a very mad, very protective Hungarian Horntail. With a roar, it lashed its tail at the youngest champion, only for said champion to dive under a rock formation. Unfortunately for him, the force of the tail swipe created a small rockslide, preventing his escape to the other side.

"Rein, what were you saying earlier?" Harry said, keeping his back to wall, listening to the dragon's footsteps.

"This is an Intelligent Device!" the silver haired unison device said, pointing to his necklace that his headmaster had just given him. "I can't believe there was one here on this planet!"

"What?" Agito asked, taking a look at the necklace for herself. "Wow, she's right! Its kinda old though, but at least its been maintained."

"Really?" Harry asked, looking at the sword charm closer himself. He was captured by the green emerald, only to be snapped back to reality by a deafening roar. The dragon had found his little hiding spot, and was preparing to roast him alive!

"Agito, we've got no choice now!" Harry cried, extending his left hand. "Rein, stay behind us!"

"But Master-!" both tried to say at once.

"WE'VE GOT NO TIME TO ARGUE!" Harry yelled. "Its either unite or be roasted!"

As the blaze quickly made its way to the three, there was a flash of green light.

***Outside***

"HARRY!" Hermione cried, seeing his friend get burned alive in the deathtrap he had unwittingly set himself up in. The blast of fire was strong enough to break through the other rock barrier, but thanks to the magic barriers that were erected beforehand, the spectators were safe.

No one saw the charred form of Harry Potter anywhere, save for his smoldering wire frame glasses that had popped out from the blast. The crowd was silent as they waited in baited breath for the fourth champion to show up.

However, no one expected what happened next.

As the dragon stepped back, seemingly satisfied with its apparent destruction of the fourth champion, an orange bolt of light had appeared in front of its snout and collided with it. From there, the orange aura bounced several times of it, hitting different parts of its neck at the same time. Landing lightly after the last hit, it skidded on the rocky terrain, and when the smoke cleared, all the students gasped at the sight.

A young man, wearing what looked like an emerald visor that had a flame design on the lense over his eyes that also kept his unruly red hair back, had taken its place. On top of that he was wearing a bluish black overcoat over a dark green button down shirt, black slacks kept up by a belt that many pockets, and steel toe boots. On his back was a sheathed sword that extended all the way down to his ankles.

***Back to the Protagonist***

'That was close,' Harry thought, glaring at the dragon. 'Thank god syncing up you and an ID doesn't take long.'

'Amen to that, Master,' Agito replied. 'Though I always wondered why it had to change someone's clothes.'

'The device creates barrier clothing for more protection,' Rein explained. 'But more on that later; we've got to deal with this thing!'

"Right," Harry said, gripping his new weapon on his new weapon in his gloved hands. Without as little as a grunt, he pulled the sword out, showing off its majestic glory for all to see. On both sides were two spherical indentations, each carrying two different colored jewels. On one side were a red and green, whereas the other bore a blue and yellow.

The dragon, a little confused but greatly upset that it didn't kill its target. Roaring, it lunged its long neck at the newly changed Harry, who held his sword in front of him, like a knight would, the red and green jewels facing forward.

"BrennendenMasse!" the device said, the two forward facing jewels shining with the words forming on their surfaces. The top half opened up, revealing a six bullet chamber, only to close again as bullets were pumped into the sword. A dark red complex magic circle forming underneath him, he swung his blade in a vertical motion, smashing the side of it on the ground. The earth underneath where the blade fell cracked, it's small yet snake like fissures making its way to the fire breathing reptile. When he pulled the blade back up, all of the fissures exploded, spewing hot molten magma all over the arena. Thankfully, it immediately cooled down before it did any lasting damage to the arena.

As the dragon roared in pain, Harry leapt forward, sheathing his blade as he jumped forward. Unwilling to put up with the insult, the Horntail spat out another gout of fire. It looked like it connected, but…

"SchutzartSperre!" the sword had called out, creating a spherical barrier that blocked out the flames. However, while he was being protected, the mothering dragon had made its way back to its nest, and eyed him dangerously, roaring at him.

'Aw great,' Harry thought, dispelling the barrier. 'How the hell do I get the egg now? Not to mention, they're all gold!'

'I really want to meet the guy who organized this event,' Agito thought back. 'because they apparently weren't thinking straight when they organized this event.'

"I may be of assistance to you sir," spoke his blade in a deep masculine voice

"How so?" Harry asked, dodging gout of fire by diving to the side.

"I can increase your speed at the cost of some defense," the sword replied.

"Do it then," Harry said.

"Yes sir!" the sword replied, its blue and yellow jewels shining. Drawing the blade, Harry watched in amazement as the sword shrank and split into smaller swords, one containing the blue gem and the other containing the yellow. "Washi-sho!" The jacket and boots dissolved, only to be replaced by a pale blue hakama and woven waraji.

"Onkyō undō!" the two blades said, now in a more effeminate voice as compared to the masculine voice earlier. A pale yellow magic circle appeared under him, tendrils of magic going over his feet. As the dragon swiped at him, Harry took off at great speed, ducking under his the gouts of fire and swipes from its claws.

Just as he reached the nest, Harry was nearly struck by the tail of the beast, had he not ducked backward and slid on his knees, tapping the golden egg out of the nest with his right sword.

Jumping on the dragon's back, he ran across its spinal cord before jumping off its head. Twisting himself to face the dragon, he threw both his blades at once. Holding his arms in front of him in an 'x'-shape, a magic circle appeared underneath him, holding him in place.

"Kakushi burēdo; kuritikarusutoraiku!" the two blades said, the hilts opening and closing rapidly as it loaded bullets into the swords. Flying back, blades first, the two struck at the dragons horns, completely snapping them. With one final roar of pain, the dragon collapsed, but not quite yet unconscious. Almost instinctively, Harry raised his right hand sword, the yellow jewel blade.

"Ketsugō no kaze!" the yellow sword said, yellow chains shooting forth from the air above the huge fire breathing lizard. With a small movement, the chains carried the dragon a small distance away from the nest.

Grabbing his intended egg, he sheathed both swords, which reverted back to its giant original form, Harry walked up the dragon. Despite the cries from the crowd, Harry patted its snout and said, "Sorry about the rough treatment. I'll make sure the crazies organizing this thing treat you right."

The dragon eyed him, almost dangerously, before closing its eyes.

"…AND HE'S DONE IT!" the voice of Ludo Bagman said, the tone full of amazement and wonder. "I DON'T KNOW HOW, BUT OUR YOUNGEST CHAMPION HAS MANAGED TO SECURE HIS GOLDEN EGG THE QUICKEST OUT OF ALL OUR CHAMPIONS!"

So what do you all think? Leave behind a review and tell me:

A) What you liked/disliked

B) What suggestions you may have

C) ...is this even a good idea?