Conquer the Champions
The wizarding world and all its inhabitants all belong to J.K Rowling, and Warner Bros. Studios. I wish to only play in the world she brought to life.
This story is rated M for a reason. Explicit language and mature content will be featured. You have been warned.
AN: My Summer is almost over, and I have done next to nothing that I had on my list, but I have managed to turn this story around, in a good way... right?
Chapter 7: Hilt of Longbottom!
The students from the Hogwarts express had filtered into the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, students quickly catching up with their mates and classmates that they hadn't spoken to over the summer. Harry, Hermione and Ron had somehow met up after the train docked, the group that had formed over the summer had decided that they shouldn't enter the school together as a team otherwise people would start talking and get the rumour mill churning out some lies about Harry being a budding Dark Lord and he was controlling his friends to be his followers.
Everyone was happy... Or at least on the surface.
Draco Malfoy, being a very cunning serpent knew how to play his cards. His comrades, Crabe, Goyle, Parkinson, Zabini and Tarkin knew that Lucius Malfoy had been taken under Ministry custody and that there was an extremely high chance of him being executed for everything that he had done over the years. So they weren't surprised that Malfoy was still acting like an absolute ass to all of the Lions.
The only person who had an even worse summer than Draco... was none other than Neville Longbottom.
Neville had spent his Summer having his grandmother drone on and on about how Neville needs to start knuckling down on his school work if he wants to be someone that his father would be proud of, and so that she can happily give him the inheritance of the Longbottom line when he turns 17 years old. Of course this none stop speech about how he will be Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Longbottom only seemed to increase, when Neville recieved a letter telling him about Champions Thunder, a tournament that he was to be apart of, and he was dreading the Lords decision to do that.
Of course since getting the letter Neville's life had become a bit of a train wreck. During the day his grandmother would make him train his body to make sure that he would be able to beat anyone in a duel, and she would let him spend an hour reading a book on Herbology and then the rest of the time historical battling events. Neville couldn't even sleep anymore, at least when he woke it didn't feel like he was sleeping, he would always fall asleep, only to wake up in someone elses body. Someone who seemed to be locked up in what he could gather was Azkaban Prison.
Not just any Azkaban, but an improved version that had a section specialised on Wizards who are classified as triple S rated. The person he inhabited when he was asleep was around six foot eight, had huge bulging muscles, hair that reached down to his shoulders, a scar covering his left eye in the shape of a lightning bolt, and seemed fed up.
Neville knew from what the old man on the cell opposite his, that whoever he was, was a man known as the infamous Lieutenant Bulk, someone who followed Commander Black, the slayer of Dark Lords and master of four of the seven Henge Yokai.
The man on the opposite cell would ask him questions about his adventures during the Champions War, about how he helped take down the Dark Lord Wrath without using a wand, how he used his famous weapon called 'Caliburn', a sword forged from the embers of his own magical core, and soul, made in the after image of Excalibur, but only he could wield it. He would be asked how he managed to survive in the Bankai Resurgence, and how he had taken out Dark Lord Hood, and it never bothered Neville that he would reply to what the man would say, which always reminded Neville that this couldn't be a dream, because he wasn't moving his mouth, and this body seemed to know the answers.
Whenever the man asked about how he got caught and arrested, Neville would always wake up, not truly knowing what to do with the information he had gathered.
So he would always write the information down in a journal, just in case he ever needed it, but it also petrified him that he never felt like he had gotten any real sleep, his mind was always exhausted, making absorbing information hard and difficult.
He just didn't want to do it, every time he saw his parents, he would stare them in the eyes and tell them about whats been happening, and whenever he thought he got an official response from them, telling him they were recovered... The hope would quickly diminish.
Neville sat at Gryffindor table, looking at his other house mates. Dean and Thomas, talking about the hot chicks they met over the summer. Fred and George their pranks, Harry and Hermione were talking about some ritual, even Ron and Lavender seemed to be having a heating conversation with Pavarti Patil all three of them with smiles on their faces. Neville felt like he was the odd one out, Neville felt like he had no real friends in Hogwarts. The Hufflepuffs he talks to in the library only talk for a little while before making their leave. Neville honestly wished that people would notice him.
The doors to the Great Hall opened and in came the new first years, all of them looking fearful and intimidated by all of the strong looking wizards in the room. The Hat sung its song, and everyone was sorted into their new houses, then Headmaster Dumbledore stood up to the podium to begin his speech to completely bring people into the new school year.
"It is my greatest pleasure to congratulate the new first year into joining the ranks of our proud school." There was a momentary applause, Neville joined along, proud to have at least one more wizard who might be a little worse at magic than him "Ladies and Gentlemen, staff, and all magical creatures attending, it is to my reluctance that I announce that Professor Remus Lupin will not be returning this year to the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and so in his place will be non other than Professor Alastor Moody, please, give him a warm welcome as you have so many before." Of course after this announcement the four tables of the schools famed mascots began gossiping about all they knew about Mad-Eye Moody, of course the first things anyone could say were 'Ex-Auror' 'survived wars' 'killed tens of deatheaters' 'crazy old fool' then there was a look from the staff, they applauded and figured that was the end of the meal.
Then Dumbledore had to surprise everyone there. "There will be one other announcement of the night, then you all may escape to the land of dreams of study. This year, Hogwarts School will be host to the epitome of wizarding game events, even bigger than a schools quiditch match, or wizards chess, this will be a game that involves the participation of other schools, this would be: the Triwizard tournament. The game hasn't been played in well over a century. The game has a single student from each school participate as their respected champion.
I will not brush past the truth, students have died from these games, and so due to this, the rules of the games are as followed. 'Students entering must be of seventeen of age or older, only one student from each of the competing schools may participate, all champions must be chosen from the Goblet of fire." There were alot of booing coming from the Gryffindors and Slytherins, whereas the other two houses saw the logic in that thinking (With the excpetion of just over a quarter of Ravenclaw and a few Puffs) "Those are the rules, they cannot be bent for anyone." Dumbledore then took a breath in and looked to his gathered student body "There will be a three week wait until the 'audition phase' commences. That is all for now, please return to your dorms, prefects lead the way." And with that all students and teachers retreated to their respected areas of isolation.
Once Neville was in the Gyffindor Common Room he just sat on a single seated sofa in the corner, and watched everyone. He watched as everyone could finally all interact and catch up on everyone, tease the first years with fake initiation rituals, some people making out, some people diciding to lose their V card on the first day back, and some people just reading books or going upstairs. No one even noticed him.
Neville was sitting there for what seemed like hours, but he realised it was less than twenty minutes, and he saw that Ron Weasley, instead of hanging out with Hermione and Harry (Who for some reason were hanging out with beautiful fifteen year old wearing Gryffindor robes who Neville had never seen before) he was hanging out with Ginny, Lavender, Pavarti, and Bonnie, a fifth year Gryffindor who was almost as good at playing wizards chess as Ron... Thinking about Harry and Hermione, Neville looked back over to where they were hanging out and saw that they were no longer there and so looked around the Common room, only to see them trying to exit though the portrait. Neville thought about following them, but decided that he might ruin whatever ties he may have had with Harry and Hermione.
~The Dream Plane called: Soultrap~
The surface of this world seemed to be a mixture of all the most inhabitable places in the magical world, and there was an almost perfect line to separate the different sections of this world, the only place in the entire thing that wasn't exotic looking was the neutral centre, completely bare of any colour or terrain. The organisms within this circle were the objects of curiosity to each other.
Within the circle of neutral stood: Harry Potter, Daphne Greengrass, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood and Talia Brettle. All of them observing their surroundings and then resting their gazes upon each other, curiosity and shock being the main emotions spread across a majority of their faces, except for Malfoy, who's facial expression showed only anger and disgust at the members gathered in this abstract realm.
"If this is a dream, then why the bloody hell are you filth doing here? If this is a dream I should probably kill you to make it a nice dream!" Malfoy spat at all attendees.
"That will not be happening anytime soon Draco Malfoy. If you wish to be released from this plane, then feel free to leave, you are not forced to stay, but it would be helpful" came the rather familiar voice of Lord Terra-Anglorum, although unlike his human body, his voice emerged from an Owl that was perched on a floating staff. "As you all know my name is Lord Terra-Anglorum, and you are standing in the realm that resides within the dream plane known as Soultrap, here is the land that I send all members of Champions Thunder that are under the age of 17 and still not in the knowledge of combating spells and duel techniques, here you will all learn how to survive and duel to the best of your ability. This also means that all of you now know some of your fellow competitors, but please make sure to remember that there will be 24 magically gifted beings playing in this years game, and so you are merely just a hand full of who will be competing and so there is a very small possibilty of any of you competing against the other. Now, I know I have explained very little, so are there any questions?" Three hands were raised into the air, these belonged to Luna, Talia and Draco. "Yes?"
"Who?" They all asked at the same time.
"Alphabetical order." Draco was to speak first. "How does this training thing work?" He asked, trying to ignore the fact that this is not his dream and so has no control over scarhead being there.
"Training is quiet simple. every night, when you fall asleep, you will find yourself in this world, your location will be random, your goal is to defeat as many monsters and creatures as you can, there will also be a tally taken on who kills the most every other night, the point is to teach you spells and then for you to use them in application, for you to learn duels skills and techniques, these will be put into use as well, I hope this vaguely answers your question." The Owl replied to the young Malfoy.
"My turn, hello mister owl, I would like to inquire as to how we will defeat these monsters and creatures, as I have noticed that I am not currently in the possession of my wand." After Luna had verbally said this, the group then checked their usual locations for their wands and came up with nothing, they then turned to the owl who seemed to be smirking, in an odd owlish way.
"Very good miss Lovegood, it seems that you being placed into Ravenclaw was a great decision on the sorting hats behalf. Now, you have noticed that you are not in possession of your wands, and that is because they are still with your body, in the real world, all that I have done is transported your consciousness and magical core into this plane, meaning, that here, you will learn how to defend yourself using pure magic, which will be a useful skill to have, this also means that you will be learning both wandless magic and also how to create your magic without using any verbal incantations, this allows for your magic to flourish, as when you use a wand, you only learn the incantation and wand movement, and you are told what it should look like, but in this world, without those limitations, you get to almost create your own spells, you imagine what the spell looks like, you already know what it does, you also get to control how much of your magic is used into a single spell, meaning it can be as weak as or as powerful as you want, because a wand usually has a set limit for individual spells, the only ones that surpass these set limits are spells created after the wands creation and also if the magical core of the wizard destroys the limiters. Thank you for asking miss Lovegood."
"Your Lordship, I would like to know if we can visit here during the day, or if it possible to enter the land with another wizard that knows of our position in the Champions Thunder tournament and is happy to help?"
"Great question, and to answer it, you can. during the day you can visit here by falling asleep, but you have to make sure that your body is not under any stress or being attacked, because if you enter this land and your body is destroyed, their will be nothing to return to, you will be forced to wonder these lands for eternity. I cannot answer your second question at this time. I think that is all questions covered, now to return to your bodies, all you have to do is imagine yourselves waking up, its just that simple. I will always be waiting here in the neutral zone, where no monsters of creatures are allowed to enter, you may roam the land, or return to your bodies. OH! And before I go, I must add that you can only spend three hours here each night, that should accumulate to eight hours of sleep." And with that, the Owl and the staff landed in the dead centre of the Neutral zone and turned to stone. Looking like a mere statue of an owl on a perch.
"I do not think it would be wise to spend my time returning to the mortal realm at this point, I think our time is best spent training as much as possible before the tournament. Now I believe our best shot is for all of us to team up and search for our first monster together so that we all get an idea on what the creatures look like and how powerful they are. Agreed?" Talia offered. There was a chorus of nods and murmuring, Draco Malfoy looked hesitant to agree, but even he knew that he had no knowledge on how to access his magic, and by joining the group he can see how they all fair this early in the training process.
They all headed out towards the earth terrain looking section, thinking that it would be best for them to find themsleves facing a troll or something weaker, there was plenty of fields, forests, mountains, caves and dens, the group walked over to the fields and began shouting as loud as they could, Daphne and Harry, hand in hand the whole time, fairly hesitant to face whatever monster they may be calling.
It didn't take long for the thumping of a heavy creature to approach the gang, they then all began trying to summon some kind of protego shield, of course non of them could succeed at first, and they knew that shit was not going to come easy for them next. Walking around the corner of a collection of trees was non other than a Calling Golem, a creature that would be rank 2 on the monster spectrum, but that was still higher than any 14 year old should be facing without the aid of their wands.
The 12ft bronze stoned creature came stomping towards them, its red glowing eyes focused onto them, its arms raising, and morphing into its best known weapon, a Crushing Club, it then swung its arms down, in the moment of fear, the teens were lucky that the arm had missed them by a meager meter, that of course bought the group out of their trance and allowed them to recover their trains of thought.
Neville was honestly petrified in that moment, he didn't have his fathers wand, he now had to rely on his physical strength and the power from his magical core, he honestly didn't know if he had it in him. He now knew that in the tournament that he was going to participate in, these other people from his school were also going to be in it, and one of those was Harry. Neville was scared that this Calling Golem was a test, and he was about to fail it.
"Harry, what should we do?" Daphne asked in panic
"Talia, any ideas?" Asked Draco
"Remember Harry, the Owl told you to imagine your magic and the spell you want to use." Luna said with the sense of ignorance of the situation literally radiating from her cosmic eyes. That little comment of course sparked an idea in Harry's head.
"Who here knows the obliteration of objects spell?" Harry asked the group, they of course knew about it, but seemed a bit confused at it being relivant, Harry grinned. "Its a spell that can destroy any object that it is aimed towards, the incantation is 'Benatation'." Everyone nodded in understandment and aimed their hands at the Golem and all shouted at the top of their voices
"BENATATION!" Luna's eyes sparkled, her hair glew silver and whipped into the air towards the Calling Golem, from Talia's palm came a beam of light, from Daphne's chest came a lion warrior with a buster sword charging towards the golem, but from Draco, Nevilles and Harry's hands came a sword, a red, gold and blackfor Harry. A silver and green for Draco, the two grabbed their swords and charged at the golem, each aiming for a different arm, and a handle appeared stuck inside of Neville's chest, he grabbed it, and pulled but it wouldn't release itself.
Lunas vines wrapped around the golems feet, tightening, pulling the legs together making the Golem fall forward, Talia's palm beam hit the golems right leg and Daphne's warrior sliced of its remaining leg, its arms soon disappeared from the slicing of Harry and Draco's blade.
Leaving nothing but the torso and head of the Calling Golem about to land on top of them, crushing them. There wasn't much time, and everyone was panicking because their weapons had just dissapeared and now they couldn't do nothing, Harry turned around to face Neville, noticing how he was struggling with pulling the hilt from his chest.
Neville raised his head to Harry who just nodded at him "Lets do this, together Neville." HE just starred at the famed hero "Why help?" "Because we're friedns mate... and also because I believe in you." and together they pulled the hilt from his chest, revealing a powerful looking sword glowing purple, time around Neville seemed to slow down, slow down long enough to slash the golem directly down the middle, allowing everyone to not get injured, and for the beast to be erased from the plane. Nevilles Sword didn't disapear, and instead Neville felt like he had to put it back into his chest.
Which he did, before it vanished, making his entire being hum with happiness.
"okay, that is an awesome ability to have, but it is also a dangerous one. I mean, we can literally make any weapon we want from this moment on..." Draco stated.
"Agreed. All of us are to agree to research battle spells and what they are supposed to look like before entering this realm?" Talia requested from the group.
"I agree" Luna replied quickly in her usual dreamy voice.
"Agreed, its too dangerous to just let our minds take over the form of a spell." Daphne announced.
The platinum blonde boy and the jet black haired boys looked at eachother and said at the exact same time "agree." and with that final cementation of the deal, a circle appeared on all of their hands, with runes enscribed, none could get a good look at it for long because then it dissapeared.
"Is everyone ready to return to our world?"
~Lunch time the next day, school library~
"And just like that a sword appeared?" asked Hermione in amazement
"Wow Harry, you've got to take me there sometime mate" Ron said to Harry
"So you could have created anything you wanted and you make a sword? What's wrong with a muggle tank? that woulda been cool" Tonks stated, hugging Harry from behind in her 15 year old body, which for some reason she had decided needed to have DD breasts, an hour glass figure and an ass to die for.
"Hey Daphe, why did you imagine a warrior? and what did he look like?" Asked susan, Tonks just blew her fringe out of her face and wondered to the otherside of the library to wait for Harry to finish and go to lesson
"Well, because when I was told something that can destroy an object I thought about when Harry destroyed the diary back in second year... So my warrior kind of looks like Harry... If he was a humanoid lion... with a buster sword... and really thick armor..." Daphne said, blushing and looking towards Harry.
"Wow, you are one dork Daph, but you're still cute so you get away with it" Harry said kissing daphne on the cheek and winking at her. "So guys, you said you wanted to learn the theory behind the shielding charm before lunch finishes and we have to head to Mad-Eyes Defense class... That'll be interesting to say the least"
The group then learned the theory of creating and summoning a shield during a duel, placed the duelling books back onto their shelves and then made their way to their defense against the dark arts class room, to which they were all to be mind raped by Mad-Eye, of course he soon discovered that Harry could throw the imperial curse off after being met with the spell a few times, whereas the rest of the class walked and talked like they were either different people or an animal from the muggle world they didn't even know of.
But on the otherside of the library sat three people.
"So you call yourself... Robin?" The man with the owl eyes asked.
"Yes, my name is Robin, and yours is...?" Tonks asked
"My name is Sherlock Holmes, this is my companion John Watson, and we couldn't help but notice that you're a metamorphamagus." Sherlock told Robin
John seemed to be a bit worried at that statement so he decided to try and help things "and by that he means he couldn't help but notice that you were some seductive based fairy wizard." John said smiling towards Robin and scowling towards Sherlock
"Ahh right! Yes. My apologies... Robin, by that I mean I could't help but notice your extremely rare talents whereas my friend here couldn't help but stare at your butt the entire time. That better John?" John just looked at Sherlock for a second, smiled at Robin, closed his book and left to go find Anderson.
"Okay, now that John isn't here, could you please tell me why such a young Auror is within Hogwarts disguising themselves as a fifth year Gryffindor? Or do I have to write a letter to the DMLE to enquire about what dangers that might be lurking in the school this year?" Sherlock asked, staring Tonks directly in the eyes (They were bubblegum pink btw).
Robin gulped, and leaned in closer to Sherlock "Promise not to tell?" He nodded, with a reply about only asking because he desired the knowledge to sate his curiosity "It's because I have to keep an eye on Harry Potter for the next few weeks, and I'm in disguise because I don't want the other students to freak out." Sherlock just sat back in his chair, staring at Robin "You owe me." He said. Tonks/Robin widened her eyes in shock and stared at him, and demanded to know why "Because you are a ministry official who just told a sixth year student of Hogwarts that you are an auror watching over Heir Potter because they believe he could be in danger. I also could be the enemy and just revealed your mission here to me. You, Nymphadora Tonks, owe me. Now I think it would be best if you left, Potter's leaving with his two girlfriend, enemy, and friend and a depressed child and also someone who has a crush on him (AN: Who is who?) Tonks just sighed at him, said "Fine, I owe you one" and left to follow Potter, Sherlock just smiled to himself.
End of Chapter 7
AN: Please Review on what you think of this story so far, what you think is going to happen, and if you have any suggestions on what you wish to see happen some time in a future chapter.
AN 2: I also realize how dangerous giving the ability to bring whoever they want and forging any magic they want is dangerous... but I want to see where I can go with this, and I'll be happy to write any lemony goodness at request as long as there is some kind of context given.
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