The Wild Campione

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Campione

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Hey all,
Thanks for those who reviewed. To touch upon a few points, it will be a Manipulative!Dumbledore since I really dislike the character since he pretty much led canon harry to the slaughter like a hog. The difference between Wizarding World and Mage Associations will be explained in time. Also, for your consumption, here are the links for the Heretic God Dabog.

Dabog - Dazbog - Baldur / Vali - Fenrir

The Authorities are:

[Vengeful Guardian of Radiance]
This Authority stems from the Sun that Baldur represented and his conditional invulnerability and subsequent death as well as the vengeance of his death carried out by Vali. It interacts with Harry's desire for protection and ability to protect himself. It has two forms, Passive and Active. Passively, it ensures that no projectile is able to touch him by diverting their path in a sphere of invisible power radiating seven meters away from him, forcing his adversaries to fight him in melee combat. For Active use, he must have been wounded by another first. A grown warrior made of light of the sun forms around him, similar to Susanoo in Naruto but by far smaller and focused on light. Harry is able to make it mirror his movements and it is also able to create weapons of light for it to use. It also increases the strength, speed and reaction time of Harry. Harry will also be able to take it to an Avatar state allowing him to become light made flesh ie he becomes the warrior with all its abilities of light crafting. He will use this in battle most times to offset his childish form until he ages enough to not need it. Incidentally Harry will age at a normal wizarding rate until he reaches full maturity and from there it his Campione vitality will keep him youthful. Further use of the Authority will allow him to summon weapons of light only instead of the full guardian. This Authority will be the first that he masters.

[Shepherd of Wolves]
Allows him to summon Divine Wolves with Anti - 'Light' rather than solar abilities similar to Voban. Furthermore, if they are trapped, they will be able to phase through the obstacle. It will also allow him to become a Wolf-Man in Avatar form. In addition, as this Authority stems from a higher being connected to Wolves (Fenrir, Dabog) in comparison to Voban (Apollo), it will allow him to overpower Voban's comparable Authority as Voban's comes from a lesser source. It will also allow him to control and command natural werewolves.

[Abundant Earth]
This Authority allows him access to the treasures of the earth. In particular, metal, gems and fruit and vegetables. To create gems and metals and make plant food. The limitation is that he can only change and equal mass of earth into and equal mass of gems and metal. This is the same in the case of wood for fruit and vegetables. In addition, he can shape how it comes into existence ie he can form a ruby statue of a horse from a basalt block of equal weight. At the expense of sealing for a night and day, he can animate the statues he has changed or made as a link to the horses of precious metal which drew Dazbog's solar chariot. At the expense of sealing this Authority for a night and day, he can also bring forth [Golden Apples] which are fruit with extremely powerful healing and restoration properties. These apples were supplied by Idunn to all Nordic Gods.

Well now that is over with. Let the show begin!

Chapter 1

Greenwich Assembly Embassy, London

Harry gradually began to awaken. His now healthy and slimly muscled form twitching slightly on the grand four poster bed beneath the comfortable cotton blankets. It was quite the improvement from a mouldy matress and threadbare blanket in the cupboard under the stairs he had at the Dursley's.

The young wizard's eyes finally fluttered open, his still tired mind filled with thoughts of running from that strange being.

'No,' he thought suddenly with a furrowed brow as a memory of a blackened bestial face in the snow that chuckled surfaced, 'Dabog.'

His thoughts were interrupted as heard a soft knock on the door of the room that he just now noticed he was in. His widened eyes glanced around the luxurious room and rather decadent bed he was in. His surprise was such that he ignored the knocking once more.

Finally a voice from outside the room brought his attention back to the present situation.

"Your Majesty?" the voice called in question, causing him to frown again (Majesty?'), "if we could please enter? We have much to talk about."

Harry frowned hard again and weighed the possibilities in his mature mind. He was in an unknown place without knowledge of how he got there and an unknown person, that called him Majesty of all things, was asking to enter the room to speak with him.

It sounded like something out of fairytale to him.

Nonetheless, he drew himself up as far as his small frame and bed would permit and carefully pasted the blank mask that he wore around the Dursley's upon his face.

"Enter," he spoke, the uncertainty and nervousness nowhere in his voice, nor upon his face.

The door to the opulent room opened inwards as a distinguished middle aged man entered along with a younger woman and a teenage girl.

The teenager drew Harry's attention first for some reason. Her platinum blonde hair and soft light green eyes, even lighter than his own, framed by a pale heart shaped face and a gentle smile. Her body slim and petite by most standards yet still had the curves which drew many an admiring eye. Yet at the same time, to Harry at least, something about her screamed 'fake' or absent. She was dressed in a normal skirt and blouse with white being the predominant colour.

The woman, by contrast, was night to the girl's day. Her long and straight black hair reached mid-back and was tied in a loose braid. Her deep blue eyes looked at him with slight approval after they had examined him, as though he was student who had done well under her stern but fair tutelage. Her lightly tanned facial features were sharp but still retained a softness to stay attractive. The walk of her rather tall and curvy body drew his notice however. Some part of him compared that walk to the tigers that he had seen on the mandatory school field trip (the only reason the Dursley's allowed him to go). Assured, confident and predatory. It was if she was saying 'I am Queen here. Who dare challenges me?'. The look was finished by a sleek dark purple one piece dress that was rather form fitting with slits up the sides to allow her long legs freedom of movement.

Definitely not a woman to annoy.

The word 'Giant' and 'Soldier' came to mind when he examined the man more closely. His short cropped salt and pepper hair sat atop a slightly lined but rugged face. His skin was just as dark as the woman's with a short and sharp silvery moustache below the icy blue eyes that held determination, discipline and a slight bit of warmth and mischief. His clothing was uniform dark blue with silver buttons. This, along with the various medals upon his breast and his straight bearing, gave the impression of a General.

The giant thought came from the fact that he was over seven feet tall and densely muscled.

Definitely not a man to annoy.

The girl was the first to speak in her bell like voice that sat softly on his ears and made him relax slightly.

"Greetings, Your Majesty. I am Alice Louise Gododdin, Speaker of the Witengamot. The lady to my left is Morraine Bellatrix Duran, Keeper of the Greenwich Assembly,"

"A pleasure, my lord," Morraine spoke softly with a slight bow and smile.

"The man with me is Alexei Artur Andropov, Stal'lider of the same."

"Da. Good to see you, milord," he spoke with a slight Russian accent and a deep bow.

Harry was surprised but answered with the manners that were driven into him by his relatives.

"Thank you. My name is Harry James Potter." he responded with a bow as much as he could whilst in the bed.

His guests all nodded in acknowledgement before Alice spoke once more.

"So I guess you have some questions for us?" she asked as her companions drew chairs from the small dining table for them to sit on for the length of this important discussion.

"Quite," he answered dryly, "for starters, where am I and how did I get here?"

"Currently you are in the London Embassy of the Greenwich Assembly," answered Morraine, "you were brought here when we found you in a forest clearing that we investigating due to reports of great fires and a large amount of wolves in the area."

Harry eyes glazed for a moment as he remembered the event that caused him to collapse, particularly the great wound that was inflicted on his back.

Remembering it, he suddenly leapt from his bed, surprising his guests, and moved to large free standing mirror in the corner of the room. What he saw as he examined himself shocked him.

No longer was his body stick thin and emaciated from the starvation the Dursley's saw fit to subject him to. It was now as sleekly muscled as a nine year old could be. He was also taller, taller than average. His chest was also free from the marks of Vernon and Dudley's beatings and, as he twisted his body, his back was also now clear flesh. Even his forehead, which had held an ugly lightning bolt scar, was clear. He was slightly shocked to realise that he was not wearing his glasses at that moment, meaning that his vision, by some strange means, was now corrected.

'Or even better,' Harry thought as he was able to trace the nigh invisible cracks in the glass of the mirror.

Slightly trembling, he turned once more to the other people in the room, his mask vanishing like fairy gold, leaving only a troubled, uncertain, nervous and more than a little scared boy child.

"What happened to me?" he asked/demanded as he wrapped his arms around his bare chest, as though to shield himself from the world.

They all looked at him slight sympathy but the man was the one speak, his calm rumbling tones, like you would imagine a mountain or bear would speak like, bringing some comfort to the confused boy.

"What do you remember?" he asked, peering calmly at the young child. His stare firm, unyielding but somehow comforting.

Harry marshalled thoughts for moment, thinking hard, before he answered.

"It had snowed heavily the night before, so my uncle told me that morning to clear the driveway of snow. I only had a little shovel, so it had taken a long time. It was lunch time when I finished. When I tried to come back into the house, my uncle told me he had made deal with the other houses in the street to clean their's as well. He told me to get to it and not to come back until they were all finished. I started again, but was not able to finish when it got dark. I attempted to explain to my uncle and promised to do it tomorrow but he simply grasped by the scruff and tossed me out into the cold night and told me to finish. I kept working. I was getting cold and I had not been allowed food that day, so It was getting hard to think and move. It was about three hours after sundown that I was approached that bestial man. His black face was like a wolves and tongues of flame rose around him. Around him were massive black wolves with red eyes and slavering mouths. I was frozen in fear. He then leaned leaned forward and spoke to me.

'So you are the power I sensed.' he had growled at me before chuckling. His next words filled me dread.

'Run.'

I ran.

I ran through the forest near the suburbs until I was moving faster than I had ever done in my life. And wolves and the monster chased me. I dodged fangs and flame until I reached the clearing and leapt into the branches. I was safe from the fangs but had cornered my self when their master came. When he arrived he told me to come down otherwise he would burn me to ashes. I did so and grabbed a sharp branch to hide up my sleeve whilst descending. When I reached the bottom he spoke of sensing power in me and that I would be a great warrior under his command and swung his axe to kill me. I felt power then. I could sense every being in that clearing and how they would move. I felt the instinct of corned animal to fight. I leapt at him with branch weapon extended. I received a massive wound to my back but still managed to slam my stick into his heart. I fell into the as the wolves all disappeared and he fell to the ground. He chuckled in disbelief that I, a mere boy, had killed the great Dabog. He started turning to dust saying we would meet again. After that I blacked out and woke up here."

Here Harry finished his story and looked at the expressions on his guest's faces.

The man's was hard and flushed with anger as he looked into the middle distance, obviously filled with a righteous rage against his so called family.

Alice looked immensely sad and rose to her feet and wrapped him in a hug which made him go stiff in alarm, not knowing what to do.

Morraine's expression put winter to shame in sheer coldness. Her rage was a cold one as she plotted to take special care of the young King's relatives. Care involving thumbscrews and branding irons.

She was able to shake off her rage enough to answer Harry's question.

"What has happened to you, young man, is both unique and extremely rare. The being you met, fought and killed was known as a Heretic God. A force of existence that is formed by human dreams and worship. They become known as 'Heretic' because they step out of their usual metaphysical existence to form a physical existence in the material world. Often they cause natural disasters or chaos where they form. The Black Plague occurred due to the appearance of Nergal, the Mesopotamian god of pestilence and death."

Harry's eyes widened at the thought of such death and destruction brought about by such an event. He shivered slightly and stepped out of Alice's embrace.

Morraine continued.

"Generally, there is little the Magical Asso-" she was interrupted by Harry's exclamation.

"Magic!" he said stepping backward in shock, "But there is no such thing as magic."

Alexei spoke up then.
"I assure you, young warrior, there is such a thing as magic. It is just generally hidden from the eyes and minds of normal folk." his rumbling voice emphasising his comment.

Harry calmed slightly and then nodded to a slightly miffed Morraine.

"My apologies and please continue on, Ma'am," he said with a low bow to the woman which caused a slight blush and a pleased smile from the woman before she continued as though she was not interrupted.

"Generally, there is little the Magical Associations can do against them save for try to reason with them. It is rarely successful. We do not have the power to stop them because the basis of magic draws on the power of gods to shape and empower the spells. Essentially spells are a form of prayer, thus it is almost impossible for them to harm the source. Some exceptions are able to wound or capture but they are exactly that, exceptions, which require extreme power and skill or even heavy sacrifice to perform. The wielders of such are beyond few and far between, maybe only once in every ten generations is one that comes along and even then knowledge of the spell is more often than not lost in some form or another.

"Which is where people such as yourself come in.

"Occasionally, some person, by either dumb luck or skill, is able to kill a Heretic God. This enacts an ancient ritual curse set down by the Heretic Goddess Pandora of Greek myth. When a human kills one, they take on some of the powers of the Heretic God changed by the slayers personality and compatibility. These people are called Campione."

Morraine then drew a piece of paper from a silk bag tied to her waist and began reading it aloud to her gaping audience of one.

"A Campione – a Godslayer – is a supreme ruler.

"Since he can kill a celestial being, he can therefore call on the sacrosanct, divine powers wielded by the gods.

"A Campione – a Godslayer – is a lord.

"Since the power to kill a deity is in his hands, he therefore looms over all mortals on Earth.

"A Campione – a Godslayer – is a devil.

"Since of all mortals who live in the world, none can assume a power to match his!"

She again looked at a stunned young King.

"These words were written down by the Italian mage, Alberto Ricardo, in the early nineteenth century and poetically describes the Campiones role and place in the world. If you were to demand that I kill Alexei at this moment, I would carry out that order with little hesitation."

She looked deeper into a horrified child's eyes.

"You are a supreme ruler, a king. What you command, will be done and none can gainsay you save another Campione or Heretic God. In return for this subservience you will slay the Heretic God's that descend upon our world."

"You are a Campione."

Harry reeled and sat on the edge of the bed as he listened to the final comment made by Morraine. His young mind awhirl with the thought of living such a life. A life of gold and honey followed by the next death by his blood stained hands. That was not a life. That was the existence of a dog on a leash. A leash he did not want. He has been worked like a dog by the Dursley's. He will not stand for such a life in beautified kennel. He will be the wolf existing on his own merits, making his own mistakes and living with the consequences.

'And yet,' he thought as he looked at those around him, seeing sympathy and comfort in their eyes, knowing they saw him as a person rather than a weapon, 'a wolf without a pack is no wolf at all.'

He sighed heavily as he slumped backwards to lay across the bed looking at the ceiling.

"What are the changes involved in being a Campione?" he asked quietly, not looking at them.

Alexei cleared his throat and his rumbling voice spoke.

"When one first becomes Campione, all previous injuries or illnesses are removed from the body, essentially bringing it to peak condition. In your case, it has healed your body of any scars and the damage that the starvation you had been through has done and brought your body to peak health.

"The secondary changes are numerous. The most famed being the magical resistance. Mortal magic will simply just not work on you. Even a Heretic God's powers against you will be reduced, even if only slightly. Along with a massively enhanced magical capacity to the point of making even the strongest mortal mage look like ants in comparison to your lion.

"Other changes include, a large increase of good luck in games of chance to point of maybe even influencing chance itself, magical sensing, nigh unbreakable bones, enhanced healing, complete comprehension of all written languages along with the ability to speak and understand all human tongues, strengthened vitality to the point of living for hundreds to even possibly thousands of years whilst retaining all the power of your youth and enhanced danger instincts to where you can understand something is dangerous or wrong, even if you intellectually don't know why, which enhances your combat abilities.

"The greatest change, however, comes in the power you have received the Heretic God as a 'spoil of war' if you will. They can obscure or blatant, many or singular but all come back to the base of personality and the root power of the Heretic God. These powers are called Authorities and, for every Heretic God you slay, you will acquire more."

"You say that as if more of them will come and that I will fight them." Harry said as he once again rose to his feet, his face set in a stubborn frown.

Alice only smiled sadly as she gazed into his set green eyes.

"More will come," she said, her voice filled with wisdom and sadness, "and they will seek out those who could challenge them, like yourself, or wreak havoc until even the most cold hearted of beings could not refuse to aid those who suffered from the disaster. In the end, you will have to face and fight them."

Harry and Alice stared each other down before the boy broke the stare in the acknowledgement of her point.

"What is it that you want?" he said coldly, bitter at the destiny that awaited him, "young I may be, but even a fool can see that there are ulterior motives behind your acts of kindness."

Alice answered, composed as ever.

"Generally Mage Associations attempt to acquire the patronage of a Campione. Secure them as an ally to help them deal with any incursions of a Divine nature as they are the only ones who can truly combat them. The Witengamot, based here in London and the British Islands, already has ties with the Campione Black Prince Alec. He is a rude, selfish, ill-mannered and thieving ruffian but he is still a Campione." she sighed in frustration and tiredness, "no matter how much I wish he wasn't." she muttered under her breath but not quietly enough not to reach her companion's and Harry's ears.

They all smiled slightly as the tension between them lessened to a more comfortable feeling.

Morraine took over speaking.

"Having two Campione in the same territory is, historically, asking for trouble. Because of the generally strong personalities of the Campiones involved, it generally leads to a clash which becomes a fight which, when considering the amount of power that each of them have, in turn becomes a small war that can and has wiped entire towns off the map."

Harry paled before he quickly spoke, "Let's not have that," before he frowned slightly, "I take it that this Greenwich Assembly wishes for me to be their Campione? And they are not based in England?"

Morraine's eyes widened in pleasure before she responded.

"You are a sharp lad," she said in warm approval, causing Harry to duck his head and blush, "Yes we do and we are based in Zurich, Switzerland and we govern most of mainland Europe, Russia and the Middle East in regards to magic. Though we do have embassies in other areas such as London, Athens, New Delhi and other such areas."

Harry gaped at her for moment before he groaned and slumped onto the bed again.

"That is one hell of a area," he muttered.

The guests all chuckled before Morraine went on.

"Because are at such a young age, making you the youngest Campione in recorded history by the way, we do not expect you to be able to fulfill your duties to fight Heretic Gods and other such beings for a while yet but we can aid you in this. We are willing to train you in whatever you want. Combat, Magic, History even Cooking if that is what you desire. However it is up to you to accept the offer. We can and will not force you to accept our offer. We can only lay out the pros and cons of the situation and let you decide."

"Your future is in your hands, young King. Now you must choose to walk it."

All was quiet in the room as Harry contemplated the offer. If he stayed in England he would sooner rather than later come into conflict and battle with the Pompous Prince (his private name for Alec after hearing Alice's description) and most probably lose abominably and his life would be made hell in some form or another until he left. If he went with Morraine and Alexei he would leave England to a different country, meet new people, learn new things and, best of all, never return to the Dursley's. Even if he has to fight divine and demonic beings and monsters every now and then...

It was a no-brainer.

Harry drew himself up to his full height and unconsciously let out an aura of power as he spoke.

"I, Harry James Potter, Campione, do hereby accept the alliance and allegiance of the Greenwich Assembly in return for one request."

Alexei and Morraine both stiffened before the large Russian spoke.

"Your request?" he asked formally.

Harry stared at them with hard eyes before relaxed and spoke softly, almost meekly and pleading.

"Please," his voice almost begging and mind overwhelmed by all that had been revealed to him, "just treat me as Harry not a Campione."

His small voice made Morraine's breath hitch before abandoning all decorum to rise from her seat and take the young man in her arms with a warm and sincere embrace.

"Have no fear, young man," she whispered into his hair, "you will always be Harry before Campione to us."

A firm hand and gentle touch caused Harry to lift his head from Morraine's bosom to look into the kind and warm eyes of Alice and Alexei.

It was all too much for the emotionally starved child.

For the first time since he was toddler, for the first time since he had cognitive thought at the Dursley's,

He wept.

He wept and sobbed.

He wept and sobbed in happiness that he now had love about him.
He was loved.

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Well folks, how did you like the chapter? As a warning, the next chapter won't have much action but those who dislike the Headmaster Manipulator will enjoy the chapter as he gets knocked down a few (dozen) pegs. And also a glimpse of the difference between wizards and mages and the early parts of harry's training.

Also a quick question for you all. Should I make Harry attend Hogwarts at eleven or should I choose a later date? I have ideas for both paths but I will admit to leaning toward the later date option as it will be easier for me.

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