Magic Long Since Forgotten
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 be to recover a golden dragon egg!"
"'Golden dragon egg?'" Harry mimicked, clearly confused.
"Correct Mr. Potter," Crouch said, sounding as stiff as ever. "We have four mothering dragons, one for each of you. They were all given a golden egg to protect, as well as their normal brood. You, as our school champions, must retrieve it, in any way possible save for killing the dragon. Also, you may only use your wand and any magicks that you have learned. Understood?"
"Wait, what!" Harry yelled. "You expect us to fight a full grown dragon!"
"Yes, of course," Crouch said, looking as if Harry was being an idiot about the situation. Producing a bag, he said, "You will determine what dragon you will face from this bag. Choose quickly please."
Fleur stuck her hand in first, not at all bothered at the smoke and heat that was produced from the bag. With little trouble, she pulled out a small living miniature dragon with the number 2 around its neck. Cedric went next, wincing as he put his hand inside the bag and producing a small dragon with the number 1 around its neck. Krum was next, and he remained impassive and pulled out a miniature with a number 3 around his neck. Finally, Harry came up, steeling himself to not cry out as he pulled out the last figure, which was perhaps the most ferocious (if the bites and burns on his hand was any indication) with the number four around its neck.
"Well, that was the last one," Crouch said, looking down at the boy. Poor lad; to face one of the most ferocious dragons (a mothering one at that too!) at such a young age; he'd be surprised if he was still alive five minutes in!
"And that's that!" Bagman said happily. "When the cannon sets off, it's your time to shine! Be sure to give us all a good show!"
With that, the two Ministry officials, followed by the Headmasters of the three schools, left the four champions to contemplate a strategy. Krum and Fleur were sitting there in silent contemplation, where Cedric just looked on worriedly about the youngest champion, who was pacing back and forth.
"Calm down Potter," Krum said, his eyes narrowing at the sight of Harry nearly hyperventilating. "You knew vhat you v'ere getting into vhen you signed up for zis."
"But that's the bloody problem! I didn't enter this damned tournament!" Harry yelled, his voice sounding nearly crazed. "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 rather sarcastically, falling onto one of the nearby cots. "Just wondering what would be less painful and less embarrassing; being burned to death or being stomped on."
Eyeing the poor fourth year, Dumbledore sighed. Despite all 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 (and against his greater judgment) 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. "It's not very healthy you know."
"Can you blame me?" Harry said. "I have to fight a friggin' a dragon! A bloody dragon! They're one of the most magically resistant creatures of the world!"
"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. "Hagrid wanted to show me something the other day, but Snape had assigned a five feet essay that night, due the next day."
Dumbledore sighed. Trust Severus to bollocks up a proper plan.
After a few tense moments, Dumbledore sighed. Pulling out a small necklace with a shield and sword charm from his pocket, he put it around the boy's neck. The sword was faced down to the earth in the middle of a round disk-like shield, where there were four gems inlaid on the four corners. "For good luck," he said, before walking off.
As soon as the old headmaster was off back into the tent, Harry took a look at his new accessory. It was a rather interesting piece of jewelry, to say in the least. There was a red ruby to the northeast, a blue sapphire to the northwest, a green emerald to the southwest and a golden beryl to the southeast, and the sword had equally separated all of them from the center. The stones all glistened lightly in the pale sunlight, and the little thing seemed to just exude a sense of power.
"And now its time for the youngest Champion of the tournament, Mister Harry Potter!" the three heard Ludo Bagman cry out.
"Oh crap!" Harry yelled, running back to the tent.
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.
Harry rolled out, wincing at the pain in his arm where the fire had burned his him.
"Guten MorgenMeister," a mysterious female voice said. As Harry looked around, it continued, "Ich sehe, Siesind bedarf, Ihre Eselgespeichert.Möchten SieHilfe?"
"Who said that!" Harry said, looking around in the cave he was trapped in.
"Ich tat.Da untenmein Meister."
Harry looked down to see the little necklace that Dumbledore had given him. Its four gem stones were glowing, and slowly got so bright to that was near impossible to look at. That was the last thing that Harry remembered seeing, as he felt a comforting warmth building in his chest.
***Outside***
"HARRY!" Hermione cried, seeing his friend unwittingly trap himself in that stone cave. The Hungarian Horntail roared as it raised one its claws and struck it, opening up a small hole. Growling, it opened its mouth and unleashed a torrent of white hot flames, creating enough force that the flames created two more holes on either side of cave. However, thanks to the magic barriers that were erected beforehand, the spectators were safe.
No one saw the charred form of Harry Potter anywhere other than 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.
When nothing happened for about 30 seconds, save for the dragon, which had crawled back to her nest, Bagman opened his mouth, ready to declare the Boy-Who-Lived now the Boy-Who-Died. Just as he was about to re-cast the 'Sonorus' spell on his throat, a giant explosion of light in the center of the arena stopped him in his place, leaving him as well as everyone else to wonder just what it was.
The dragon reared back on its hind legs, opening its wings and roaring, small flames coming out of its mouth, trying and actually succeeding to look threatening. The white ball of light did nothing at first, but slowly lowered itself on the ground. Then, without warning, it burst into flames and charged forward, ramming the mother dragon head on.
As it bounced away, the flames died down, revealing a young man in what appeared to be in the armor of a knight back from the Middle Ages. On his legs and feet were white (yet red and yellow tinted) steel plated shin guards and boots, which were covering black under clothing. His waist had a belt that held up a cloth guard that surrounded his legs (which caused some students to question why he was wearing an 'ass-cape' of all things) with a steel guard on his rear that sported a red lion and a smaller ruby red banner on his front that bore the same emblem. For his upper body, he wore steel chest armor that left his midriff (but covered with the same black under clothing from the waist) exposed. His upper arms were protected by shoulder steel guards, while his lower arms had the same metal protecting them (but the two pieces are not connected). His back was protected by the same armor as his front. Finally, he wore a helm that left his face exposed, but had a red eye guard, making the whole helmet resemble a lion's head, with a ruby in the center. On his back was what appeared to be a silver disk that held that the outfit together and there was four inlaid slots, which bore a ruby, an emerald, a sapphire and a golden beryl. The ruby was on top, with the emerald and sapphire on both sides, with the golden beryl on the bottom.
"RotenLöwe!Erwachen!" (German Translation: Crimson Lion! AWAKEN!)
The crowd gasped as the young man, presumably the fourth champion, raise his hand behind his back and pull out a something that resembled a double-sided sword and a chainsaw if they were merged together. The whole piece, handle and all, was taller than he was, but he was able to spin it around his head with relative ease, before stabbing it straight down in front of him. The blade was apparently hollowed out (with the exception of the rounded tip), in favor of two rows of razor sharp blades that spun rather menacingly. The base color was a dark orange/blood reddish color, and on the hilt were what looked like a layer of large black dragon scales that had red arcane markings on them. Finally, the center piece that held it together looked like some sort of cross that had bullet chambers on each end.
The dragon hissed as it huddled closely around her brood, eyeing the young man rather dangerously. The knight did the same, holding both hands on the handle of his blade.
"FeuerRüstung!"(German Translation: Flame Armament) the sword called out, creating a giant flaming aura that engulfed the blade. The two layers of scales popped open, spitting out two objects that resembled a steel cylinder, just as the blades began to rev up and spin. With a loud screeching of metal, the smaller blades burst into flames, creating the vision of a flaming demonic chainsaw. Without as much as a grunt, the knight jumped up and spun, creating a whirlwind of flames. The dragon fought back, spitting her own flames.
The clash of fire pushed the magic barrier to their limits as pressure built in the arena. The surrounding stone started to melt, and the cloth barriers in the arena burned away. Landing on his feet, the golden knight raised his hand, a red triangle appearing and expanding just a few feet from his hand. Almost immediately, the flames around them flew into the triangle before it disappeared, leaving behind a golden bullet behind which immediately pocketed.
All the spectators could only watch in silent fascination as the golden knight held his blade in front of him, the blades spinning faster and faster.
The dragon didn't move as she extended her neck slightly and tried to take a bite. The effort seemed futile as the knight swing the blade, slashing in between its snout and drawing blood. Hissing in pain, it reared its head back and released another burst of flames.
The golden knight just smirked as he held his blade in front of him, slicing through the dense gout of fire. When the flames died down, the dragon was struck dumb when all she found was just the spinning blade stick in the ground before it shone with a golden light, shattered into tiny pieces of light and disappeared.
When it looked up, she found the golden knight above her, his hands holding a thinner, smaller blade. It was a singled sided blade, with a slight silver-orange hue to it, with a pattern of flames engraved on it. The sword's pommel had something that resembled an exhaust vent, located on the dull side of the blade.
"Brennender Löwen Leistungsschalter" (Burning Lion Breaker!) the knight shouted, in what sounded like a mix of Harry's voice and another unknown female voice. He slashed through the Hungarian Horntail's very being, and everything just seemed to have stood still. Then, the dragon roared in pain, multiple bloody cuts appearing all over her body as she collapsed, barely able to move.
The crowd waited in baited breath, almost expecting the golden knight to stab the dragon's skull right then and there. The dragon was barely able to move its head, but warily eyed the golden knight as he put his sword on his back, making it disappear like the giant broadsword had.
He raised his hand, and the dragon closed its eyes, expecting to feel pain.
"Heilen Kamin!" (German Translation: Healing Fire!) he said.
Instead, she felt comforting warmth, healing her wounds. Looking up, the knight's palm was radiating with a white aura, before it slowly faded away.
"Forgive me," the knight said, lowering his arm. "I had no intention of harming your brood." When the dragon stared at him, confused, he continued, "There is a fake egg in your nest. I was sent to retrieve it."
The dragon stared the knight down for a few tense moments, before standing aside, letting the knight reach the nest. Taking the golden egg, he bowed once more as the armor disappeared in a flash of white hot flames, revealing a familiar young man in dark blood red orange robes, a wild mane of red unkempt hair and an orange visor over his eyes.
Moments later, there was a huge cracking noise as an orb of light flew out his body, turning him back into what everyone knew as Harry Potter
***Back to the Protagonist***
"What…just happened?" Harry asked out loud. Looking around, he found his vision obscured by an orange tinted glass over his eyes and his clothing felt slightly heavier than usual. Looking down into his arms, he found a golden egg safely tucked into his under his right arm. Looking up, he found the Hungarian Horntail, staring at him warily.
Now normally, he'd be freaking out and running for his life. However, the fact that the mothering dragon was just standing there, not even hissing at him, made him think otherwise.
…That and the fact that the crowd was going absolutely insane.
"AND HE'S DONE IT!" Ludo Bagman yelled, disbelief evident in his voice. "MISTER HARRY POTTER, THE YOUNGEST OF THE FOUR CHAMPIONS, HAS MANAGED TO PERFORM THE UNBELIEVABLE AND OBTAINED HIS GOLDEN EGG!"
'Wasn't that the task?' Harry thought to himself, confused. Looking