Vigilante Harry challenge

This was based on a challenge set by fellow fanfiction author DZ2. Finding a weapon from an era long past, Harry will find the "power he knows not" to defeat Voldemort….by a sword with knowledge of a long forgotten use of magic….

Harry/Hermione

Manipulative Dumbledore-some Ron bashing.

Ch 1

Dragons. That was the first task. Getting a golden egg from a dragon. Add to the fact that his supposed "best mate" Ronald Weasley had abandoned him when he was forced to enter the Triwizard Tournament added more unneeded stress. That action showed Harry a lot about Ron's character. He had stood by Ron through thick and thin, only for Ron to abandon him in a jealous fit. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he did not notice that he was entering the Forbidden Forest.

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"How should I get the egg? I can't just rely on my flying skills like Professor Moody advised me!" Harry muttered to himself, "This is so troublesome. If I wasn't at risk of losing my magic, I would just forfeit the tournament!" Right then, in the middle of his thoughts, a metal object banged against his foot and tripped him. Something sharp on the metal object nicked his leg and easily sliced through his pant leg and skin. "Bloody Hell!" Harry cursed, sealing the wound shut with a minor healing spell Hermione taught him. As he glanced up, he saw what had tripped him. There, stabbed into the ground was a rusted sword with his blood on the side of the blade. It had a long handle that seemed to be about two feet long with a giant rusting blade that had a half-circle on the sharpened section near the base. What caught Harry's attention about the blade was that his blood was being absorbed into the blade, and the blade up to the half circle lost its rust and repaired itself. "What in the world is this?" Harry asked himself, gripping the handle. "Are you the one who gave your blood to repair me?" A deep, gruff voice called deep within his mind. Startled, Harry jumped backwards and fell onto his butt. "Was that….the sword?" Harry asked, gripping the handle again, "I wonder…" Harry said, nicking his thumb against the blade and watched more of it repair until it lost its rust slightly past the half-circle. "You have guts, kid. It's been a long time since I've drawn blood. Pick me up, I'm tired of sitting here and rusting!" The voice echoed through his mind again. "It has to be the sword…If it can think, maybe it has a name." "I do have a name, but in order for me to tell you it, I have a couple of requests. If you are going to continue the legacy of the 7 ninja swordsman of the Mist, your front teeth must be sharpened to look like a sharks." Harry shrugged. "I guess Madam Pomfry can do that…but I have no idea who the 7 ninja swordsmen are" Harry said to himself as he pulled the blade out. There was a loud SNAP and the rusted portion of the blade snapped off and turned to ash. "Oh bugger. There's no way I can fix this sword now." "That's where you are wrong. I absorb the iron of any blood that gets on my blade and instantly repair myself. Don't say anything about my former owners. You won't have any clue. If what I'm reading from your mind is true, the ninja arts using what you call magic have been long lost to the ages. I will gladly help you achieve this power. I will not have a weak swordsman! Be honored that you have been chosen as the wielder of one of the 7 legendary swords. I am the Seversword, Kubikiribocho!" Harry took a look at the portion of the blade he was holding. For its size, it was surprisingly light. "I am only light for my chosen wielder. Anyone else will have a hard time holding me…and if they get past the weight problem…there is another…defense to protect against theft." Ah. Apparently Kubikiribocho was reading his thoughts. "But….what does Kubikiribocho mean? It doesn't sound English." Harry asked to the blade. "All 7 of the Ninja swordsmen were Japanese wizards that had been taught in the Silent Killing Art (1)." Harry held the blade to his back before he realized that he had no way of holding it to his back. Apparently sensing its wielder's distress, Kubikiribocho attached itself to Harry's back-as if glued there. As Harry headed to Madam Pomfry to fulfill his part of the bargain, Harry could not help but grin. "Now I might stand a chance against the dragon."

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Harry glanced into the hand mirror he had packed in his trunk at his new dental job. The canines, front molars, and incisors had been sharpened to points similar to a shark's. The job was surprisingly easy and painless-another think to thank magic for. "Before we get started kid, I have some bad news. I'm detecting multiple blockages on your magic. I can't get them all, but I can remove the largest block starting….NOW!" A searing pain shot through Harry's body and centered on his scar. As Harry fell to his knees, He was slightly aware of a dark mist coming out of his scar, screaming. The only time he had noticed that was with the Diary during his second year. Glancing at the mirror again, Harry watched as his scar faded until it was barely noticeable. "You can thank me later" Kubikiribocho's deep voice said in an amused tone. "For now we'll start with 1,000 sword swings to begin training. Welcome to Hell, kid."

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When the first task finally rolled around, Harry sat in the tent waiting. He had hidden both his Firebolt and Kubikiribocho in the forest where they could easily be called by the summoning charm. He sat in the tent messing with his wand while he listened to the crowed outside. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, his name was called. As he walked outside, he waved to Hermione, who had stood by his side all year. He had told her about having two plans, but not what they were. As he stared at the nest, his eyes were drawn upwards to glance at the glistening black scales of a nesting Hungarian Horntail. Raising his wand, Harry called out "Accio Firebolt!" With a whistling sound, his prized broomstick came to a halt floating in front of him. Getting on it, he flew around the head of the Horntail, trying to encourage it to spread her wings to get a good aim at the golden egg. However, the dragon refused to budge, and Harry was forced to make dangerous acrobatic flips and turns to avoid being burned. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw an impress look in the eyes of Bulgarian Seeker and Durmstrang Champion Viktor Krum. "This is going nowhere!" Harry yelled and flew back out of the range of the Horntail's flames. "Accio Kubikiribocho!"

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Now this got the attention of everyone. 'Damn. Harry has something I don't know about. This doesn't bode well.' Albus Dumbledore thought, 'Tom Riddle HAS to be revived….Harry Potter must die for my plan to once again become the "Leader of Light" to work!'. Albus' face paled to match Voldemort's white skin when a large blade flew into Harry's outstretched hand. Flying forwards, Harry dodged the stream of fires and swung the powerful Seversword and cut through the dragon's scales and left a nice cut. To Harry's and everyone's amazement, the blade grew longer by absorbing the blood. Harry slashed a couple more times before the blade stopped growing and Harry flicked off the excess blood. The blade now sat at around four and a half feet long and two and a half feet wide. There was a circle in the blade near the curved tip where someone's head to be trapped within. With the sharp and intimidating look it held, no wonder some of the student's were calling it an "executioner's blade" and a certain annoying reporter called Rita Skeeter was scribbling away at what she was seeing. "Remember what I taught you, kid." Kubikiribocho voiced within Harry's mind, "Gather your magic and will it to become a thick mist" Harry closed his eyes and his emerald-green magic flared around him before it become a thick mist that covered the entire arena became shrouded in mist.

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No noise came from the arena. Everyone held their breath. Well, almost everyone. Ronald Weasley and Draco Malfoy were loudly proclaiming that Harry had gotten himself killed. "Got myself killed, did I?" Harry's voice came from the mist before it cleared. The dragon was there, but the golden egg was gone. "Is that wishful thinking?" Harry's voice called from behind Ron and the redhead jumped and turned around to see Harry unharmed on his Firebolt holding the golden egg in his left arm and his right hand on the hilt of Kubikiribocho. Harry gave an intimidating grin, revealing the shark-like teeth, causing Ron to stumble back and nearly fall of the arena. Holding up the egg, Harry closed his eyes and called out "This means I pass, right?"