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(Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch)

This had to be one of the oddest moments in Harry's life, which is really impressive considering all that has happen to him since his 11th birthday. He had no clue what was going on and he was sure he would understand even less if some one were to explain it him. But here he stood, between a strangely confident man and an obviously scared dragon A role which by all means should be reversed. All Harry could do was to look back and forth with what must be the most stupidest expression on his face.

"Sir! You are interfering with this Task! We must ask you to leave before we are forced to remove!" Shouted Ludo Bagman's magically enhanced voice, snapping Harry out of his stupor.

"Oh?" Said the strange man. His voice was calm with a hint of amusement. Even though it sounded like he was talking to himself, his voice carried out to the whole arena. "A Task you say? That involves a my natural enemy? Then I believe I will not move, it would be unthinkable of me being anywhere else. For this must be a challenge that was made with me in mind!"

Harry and just about everyone in the stands just stared at the odd man. Who was he?

The-Boy-Who-Lived had to force himself not to jump back as the man cloaked in white turn his gaze off the dragon and looked at him, his smirk never leaving his face.

"So young human, what is this Task you must complete." Harry knew it was a question, but for some reason it seemed like a demand. Like he was giving him the privilege in relaying the point of this task to the stranger.

Harry blinked in confusion a couple of times as he tried to get his voice to work.

"umm, I have to get that golden egg" Harry said as he pointed past the dragon to the nest.

"Ah," Exclaimed the man in a voice of understanding. "to steal such a thing from this beast would indeed be a difficult task for one as young as you! A challenge that I myself had not accomplished at your age! But I am afraid that you will not be able to finish. For now that I have heard the point of this Task I can not turn away! My very legend demands that I shall win, because there is no other road I must take! Stand back young magi and I will show you how a dragon-slayer achieves his goals!"

A curved sword appeared in the unknown mans gloved hand before Harry could even take in his words. And just like that, the man was gone. Harry stared at the spot the man once stood, not believing his eyes until something large rolled in front of him. He looked down in disbelief, staring into dead glazed slitted eyes. A moment later a large THUMP rumbled behind him. Very slowly Harry turned around, almost afraid of what he might see. There laying on the ground was the headless body of the Hungarian Horntail.

With sudden realization, Harry jerked back around to stare at the souless eyes that was laying by his feet. Eyes that belonged to a reptilian head, a head that belonged to a body that was connected no more.

"What...When...How...HUH?!" Harry thought, his brain trying to scramble what just happen into understanding.

Foot steps awoken him out of his trance, as he looked up from the dragon's remains. The white cloak man was steadily walking towards him, but instead of a sword in his hands, it was now replaced with a certain golden egg. His smirk looked like it had never left his face and his eyes shined with pride with what was in his hands. He stopped a few feet from Harry as his face of triumph looked around the stands, soaking up the shocked looks from all 3 schools.

"Who are you?" Harry whispered in awe. Wanting the answer that had plagued his mind ever since the arrival of the odd man.

A grin spread across his face, looking overjoyed at the question. A bright glow started to shine from his body, it felt like power given form. A weight seemed to be pushing down on Harry's shoulders, as if he had no right to be standing before this powerful man.

"My name you ask? Can you not tell by all that you have witnessed here? If it is confusion that is ale's you then I will be the one to remedy it!" Even though he was looking at Harry the whole time, he could sense that this man was addressing everyone. "Who else would show up before the innocent as a hero and slay a dragon with this much divinity? Who else but me! Perseus!" The man now known as Perseus shouted.

"Perseus? Hero? Divinity? Innocent? Great," Harry thought. "Another pure-blood thinking he's God's gift to humanity."

I seems what ever reaction that this "Perseus" guy was hoping to get from him, rolling of the eyes was not it. This is, until a scream came from the stands. And just like that, pure chaos erupted all around the arena. Students were pushing each other out of the way, scrambling towards the exit. Even the judges that were made up of Ministry officials and the Headmasters of the schools seemed to be edging back from the rocky field.

"Umm, am I missing something?" Harry thought with confusion. Looking back to Perseus seeing if he can spot what it was that caused the mast hysteria.

A frown was set upon the man's face, obviously expecting a different reaction from the stands as well.

"Tss, I have came here expecting praises, not as if I am that monster Medusa herself." Perseus mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for Harry to hear. "No, I must show them that a hero such as me is to be shown respect, not fear for their lives. I must make them watch me, admire me. Ah! I know, it might be unsightly, but is for the best. They must know!"

With new determination, the white cloaked Perseus looked into the crowd, his eyes glowing red with power. "Oh ladies of magic, would you stop your male counter-parts so that both of your eyes may lay on me!"

The female screams stopped all at once, as so did their body's. Harry could see every girl pulling out their wands, as curse's and jinx's went flying around. Males of all age's were stopped cold as they were frozen by all types of spells. No one was spared. The only male who seemed to have not been frozen was Hagrid, as his giant heritage seemed to make spells a bit difficult on him. But it seemed that a group of Ravenclaws found out that transfiguring the benches in to thick chains was the best way to go. Harry's eyes immediately sought out Professor Dumbledor, hoping that he had a solution for this madness. But his heart dropped at the sight of his Headmaster being levitated from the ground by Madam Maxime, his eye's wide and frantic.

A few seconds, that's all it took for all the women to stop all the males in the stands. And not a single one of the guys was unconscious! Harry could see their eyes wide in disbelief as the girls sat them up right, making their face's point towards Perseus.

"Now, that's better!" Shouted out the so-called-Hero. "My beautiful maidens! Let us educate these common males of just why I am so great!" He said with arms open to the stadium. "What is the name of the legendary hero who killed the snake-woman Medusa?"

"Perseus!" Shouted out the entranced women.

"What is the name of the hero who defeated the monster that vengefully pursued the beauteous Andromeda?"

"Perseus! PERSEUS!" The ladies cried out in joy.

"What is the name of the king who has returned to this world to slay this foul beast that lays died at his feet?!"

"PERSEUS! PERSEUS! PERSUES!" The females exclaimed with such emotion as their eyes filled up with happiness.

Harry looked at the disturbing sight all around him. His body was unmoving, not from the girls, but of disbelief. "How is this happening?" Harry thought panicky. "What type of magic is this? What is..." WHACK! "OUCH!" Harry said the last word out loud, because at long last his Firebolt decided it was time to show up, right upside his head.

Harry fell to his butt on the hard ground as the broom knocked him over. The sound stopping Persues from his speech as he look down at the fallen wizard. His sudden attention on him caused Harry to jump up and raise his wand at the man.

"Oh? Even hearing of my accomplishments you still raise your hand at me? I see, I see. Of course you would! This was your audience and I took them away from you! I slew your dragon, obtained the egg, and stole the hearts of every lady here! It seems I got caught up in the heat of it all" Persues said, shaking his head. "But to challenge me to a duel? Yes, I would no doubt do the same if I was in your place!" He exclaimed.

"What? Challenge? Oh, no,no,no,no! I just dont want him to do that freaky mind trick on me! He would rip me apart!." Harry thought, trying so hard to put it in to words. But nothing came out, not even a croak.

The blonde man just stood there, looking at Harry with same smirk the man wore as the faced the dragon. But as the seconds went by as Harry tried to speak, the smirk slowly slid off the man's face. A calculated look started to appear and Persues started to squint his eyes at Harry, as if he was trying to look in to his very soul. The man then started to whisper to himself words that Harry was unable to hear. Then, all at once Persues gave of a loud barking laugh.

"HA! It seems you and me are of the same flock! I can see it! You boy, you have a touch of destiny! A future written in the stars! The same as I was! Fate, human, fate has called you! And not only that! But you have conquered a serpent once, no, TWICE! The first time you stole its power! I can see it in your battle scar on your head! YES! YOU TOOK A BIT OF ITS SOUL! HA, as a conqueror should! The second one bit you, a surly painful death. But you lived! As a slayer of serpents should! YES, we are the same kind! You can not hide anything that has to do with snakes from me, not a god a steel! No wonder you challenged me after hearing of my exploits! A test, a test you wish to set upon yourself!" The red-eyed man Persues shouted. A joyous look on his face. But that would soon disappear as a cold calculated persona replaced it. "But you have bitten off more than you can chew young magi. Once I focus my battle spirit on an opponent, I will not stop. My honor demands that I finish off all challengers that come my way." Persues said with a cold quite voice as he took his golden bow off his back. "It seems I will be needing to give my apologies to fate, as you will not be able to heed its call. But don't worry, I will answer their call instead."

With that last remark Persues positioned his bow in front of him and drew back the string, an arrow appearing in the empty air, ready to be launched. Harry only had an instant to jump out of the way once he realized what was happening. The rock behind him, that was once strong enough to be used as a shield from a dragon exploded into sharp fragments. Harry was flung 20 ft away, his back crashing in to another boulder. He cried out in pain as he clutched his left leg, which looked ripped open by all the large shards that now littered the wasteland. Looking up at the man with the bow, Harry could see that the man was looking right at him, his bow empty.

"I didn't even see him fire it!" Harry thought shockingly. "I need to get out of here! How! Think Harry, damn you, THINK! Your going to die if you dont get the hell out of here!" Looking around frantically, Harry spot his only home and salvation. "MY BROOM!" But that hope died a little as he realized that as Harry was launched a good distance one way, the Firebolt was forced the other way. And, as luck would have it. It seemed that he had lost his wand in the explosion.

"Great, just great"

As Harry started to get back up he had to bite his lip from screaming out in pain. His leg was pouring out more blood than Harry thought possible. Using the rock that he had crashed into, Harry got to his feet, leaning to the right side to stay up and holding on to the rock as support. All the while Persues kept his eyes on the young wizard, never lowing his bow out in front of him. Once Harry was stable the proclaimed hero let off another smirk, his eyes still in a cold calculated gaze.

"So, you dodged it. As I hoped you would, but it seems your injury is to sever for this to continue. Maybe if I had waited a few more years for your destiny to have molded you just right then I would have had a longer duel. Oh well young magi, I'll end the pain, I am merciful after all." Persues said as he started to cock back the bow once again, an arrow appearing in position.

"Damn it! I can't run, not like this! I need to get to my broom! But how? I need help... or a bit of a push!" With a plan in mind Harry got ready, waiting for any sign that might give away when the arrow would be fired. Bending his one good leg, he got ready. "NOW!" Harry sprung right when Persues exhaled and hit pay dirt as the rock exploded right when he jumped. The force wave from the explosion combine with the shrapnel sent Harry farther then the first blast ever did, right towards his broom.

Landing 5 ft behind his Firebolt, Harry reached out. The first arrow had damaged it pretty good. The tip was shredded to a point and it was missing a few twigs, but all in all it would fly, Harry was sure. Ignoring the pain pulsing from his back from the rock fragments that propelled him toward his only hope, Harry yelled. "UP!"

With a weak jump his broom landed in to his out stretched hand. And with all the grace of a mad man, Harry climbed on to the beat up broom and pushed off with his good right leg.

Up in the air Harry gave off a sigh of relief, never being so happy to be in the air, and that was saying something! But it did not last long as a white/sliver blur shot past him, making him almost lose his grip. Looking down unto the arena showed that Persues was no where to be seen. Using 3 years worth of seeker experience, Harry scanned the sky, looking for anything that did not belong. That is, if a voice behind him didn't alert him first.

"And the similarities keep showing themselves to me!" Shouted an arrogant voice behind the flying wizard, which instantly caused Harry to turn around.

With wide eyes all Harry could do was stare at what could only be discribe as a pegasus, a large white intimidating pegasus. Its form was powerful looking, giving off a glow that was even lighting up the daylight sky. With its silver and gold mask upon its head, this was a creature that was meant for battle.

"You seek defense in the sky, as I once also did." The smirking man said. "But, it is all for not. Can you hear it? The magi down there are already celebrating my victory as we speak!"

And they were. Harry could hear female voices shouting, cheering, demanding his death, and crying their love for Persues. It was effecting Harry more then he would like to emit. His hope was dying out, his one last salvation was the sky. But it seemed that was not the case. Harry did not know if all that stuff Persues was bragging about was true, and to tell you the truth, the wizard couldn't care less. A god? Yeah, whatever crazy. A hero? More like a psychopath. A man who captures women's hearts? You should be in Azkaban for that over powered Imperius curse. But right now none of that mattered to Harry right now. If this guy wanted to kill him so bad, and he was doing a good job of it so far, then right back at-cha.

With new found determination, Harry strengthen his grip on the broom. So this guy likes challenges? Alright, lets give it a try.

" Hey! Mister Hero!" Harry shouted out over the wind and the crowd. "You like games right! How about the first one to knock the other one off their mount wins!"

"HA! You think you can best me! Very well!" The so called god shouted out his smirk still fasten in place.

Harry wasted no time getting out of the way of the large steed that came flying at him. This is how the wizard wanted it. His Firebolt was in no condition to out fly that beast. But, if he could get close enough he just might be able to make the man fall to his death. Or that was the plan, if Mr. Hero didn't stop a 100 ft away and pull out his bow.

"SHIT! I thought he was going to use that horse to knock me down! Not those damn arrows!" Harry thought as he raced towards Persues. "There is no way I'll survive that game again! I need to take him out NOW!"

At 65ft between them Harry knew that the man was going to be able to get at least one arrow off before the wizard will ever get there. His broom was in worse shape then he thought. It was barely going faster then the school brooms and it kept on wanting to go up. It took all of his concentration to get the broom to stay level and fast.

At 40ft Harry knew he was going to have to make a sacrifice. His broom was just to damaged to make last second dodge, and this guy was just to good for Harry to try anything else.

20ft, Harry could already see the arrow notched back, ready to fire. The two opponents locked eyes, both hard as steel.

10ft and Persues fired. Harry barley dodged the arrow aimed for his heart, and instead was rewarded with his right shoulder exploding. He cried out in pain as the impact cause a cloud of blood and flesh to blind him for a second. His concentration failed him for a moment, causing his broom to rise. Persues, confident that his aim was true, relaxed, waiting to the boy to fall out of the cloud of blood, just short of reaching him.

But that came all to a screeching halt as the young magi came flying out of the red vapor. The broom, that Harry had planned on being level with the flying horse so he could tackle the man off of it had risen due to its damage. Harry, who was unprepared for the blood to get in his eyes was blinded, and had forgot how close he was to blonde man. And finally Persues, who was surprised that the boy was not dead. All three of these things added together resulted in a collision.

Harry could feel himself falling, an experience that he had felt more than once before. He could feel the wind in his face, but also something under him. Opening his eyes he saw the face of Persues, he had his eyes closed in pain and a trail of blood coming from with mouth. Looking down Harry saw the reason for the pain. His Firebolt, which had been sharpened from the explosions and with it suddenly rising up at the last second had caused it not to hit the horse, but Persues's heart.

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.

As they fell, Harry looked at his right shoulder. Or, what was left of it. All that was left was meat, blood, and bone. And with no shoulder, that also ment no arm. "Well damn, there goes my quidditch life." Thought Harry, the blood loss finely getting to him, his vision was slowly darkening.

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.

Looking over Persues's shoulder, Harry saw the sharp rocky fragments that was right beneath them. "Ha! Your going to wish you never blow up that rock! Because guess what? Your going to land first!" He thought with satisfaction. Just glad he was getting the last laugh.

A Campione - a Godslayer - is a devil.

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

Seeing the ground coming up closer and closer, Harry closed his eyes, waiting for impact. He felt so very tired, he just wanted to sleep.

Right before Harry and his opponent was to hit the sharp rocks a stray thought crossed his mind. "I never did get that bloody egg."

And then all went bright.

(London)

A couple of hundred miles away, a beautiful woman with platinum blonde snapped her bright green eyes open. Sweat poured down her forehead as she stared at her bedroom ceiling. Grabbing a bell that was sitting on her night stand she gave it a ring. No more then a few seconds passed until a young woman walked in dressed in a maid outfit.

"Yes Princess?" The young maid ask with her head bowed.

"Inform the Witengamot," Said the beautiful blonde with a british accent. "we need to make haste to Hogwarts."

AN/

Well that escalated quickly!

I hope you enjoyed my verson on how Harry could become an campione.

The next chapter will be the after math of the First Task. How will Hogwarts react after witnessing the battle? Stay tuned and find out!