Chapter 36
Powers that be
Helltanz's notes: Triwizard starts now.
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Disclaimer: This is Fanfiction, if I owned Harry Potter do you think Books 6 and 7 would have turned out like they did, I would have had the decency to not include an epilogue, eh enough ranting, I don't own any series referenced in this work of writing.
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Chapter begin
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Magic in Cwn Annwn tradition differed quite a bit from English Wizarding magic, and indeed in point of fact Sorcerous Orders magic typically differ in general from modern wizarding magic, according to history the changes originally had been due to the major Sorcerer centered conflicts, for all intensive purposes Humanity had climbed past its current height of power more than once only to be brought down by a cataclysmic war, and this cycle might likely continue you.
The collapse of civilization was the reason many Sorcerer's at the end of the Game chose the second prize.
In fact at present a single general mage class of any Major or Minor Order would easily wreak hell on those wizards found in England.
The dark ages had played hell on records so had the years before that, and so did the years after it, knowledge was lost to wizards, priceless tome had found their way into the hands of things like the Rosicrucian, Templar, and Illuminati and even the Order of the Blood Lickers, more commonly known as the original 'modern' western world assassins had inherited many tomes.
Wizards suffered degenerating from the loss, and became more and more distant. At the same time Sorcerers Lords by inheriting a fairly large reserve of understanding were quite able to continue using the old ways, in some cases even recreating the lost technology, though this was rare after the last Cataclysm War, resulting in the sinking of Atlantis and Mu, because of the loss of industrial base.
OF Course from the perspective of the gods, it would not be fair if the humans had access to a fully developed tech tree, it would also of course cause stagnation.
The schools, which would be opened under Cwn Annwn jurisdiction, would reintroduce ancient books long thought lost to the world, of course it would take some time to prepare.
There was however one advantage the wizards possessed, Harry shook the clear liquid contained in the vial, their potions were positively splendid.
The Sorcerer Lord smiled "Lets begin shall we?" He commented, "Go ahead and start the Intravenal drip, I'll get doctor Wilson."
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Harry was waiting for the 'fireworks' as it were to start, he was quite sure that the Chechen rebels, those opposing the Chechen government, would fail, of course the Dark Angels legion would trim the ranks of the Chechen government clearing the way for an invasion by the former soviet army.
As things stood the former soviet army had two major problems, bad morale, which would be compounded by the unpopularity if this turned into a war, and they weren't used to showing restraint.
The warning about the aliens had eventually come to the agreement, originally the southern lord had brought up but everyone had agreed space war fare between the Sorcerer rulers would not be permitted for five years, and the treaty would be subject to renewal if conflicts were ongoing between Earth's interests and an alien power.
That meant for now the things in space were safe from all sides, humph, Alex was doing his best to pacify the populous of Africa, and as it stood he was doing a good job of it, with out even resorting to genocide, if he could finish his idea of a bloc, well he'd start a public space program, and the US would look like idiots, as would the majority of the 'developed nations'.
More importantly Joao would be furious, and Mr. Emotional would likely throw a tantrum, and possibly start a war and maybe get himself killed.
No that was probably being to optimistic.
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Space, all in all things were proceeding smoothly enough Joao was indeed building something of Eldar design, but this was of battleship scale, and by proxy fire power, nothing Harry doubted which would match the Unification, that brought up another thing ship prefixes.
Acceleration of the ship building was progressing as were the other sorcerer lords doing the same.
Harry gritted his teeth if she completed a Ramilies it would be very bad, admittedly according to theory the Unification could destroy a star fort single handily, turret mounted Nova cannons was a brilliant idea after all, but there was no telling what exactly the eastern mistress had added to the design.
Alex would have Tau like vessels armed with Imperium technology, Lances and such and that would not be good at all, either.
"Its
true then?"
"The southern lord did indeed send a ship to the
moon, star lord," Confirmed Horus. "If not for the fact the
threat of this Xenos invasion the craft would have been destroyed as
per protocol."
"For now we'll keep Vengeful Spirit our
little ace," The Lord of the North paused for a moment,
"Unification is currently in the asteroid belt?"
The war master acknowledged this with a curt nod, "The building of the Rock, will require at least another six months, and that is because the Dark Angels Fortress monastery is fairly simple, and that is because establishing the asteroid's safety will be easy." He stated in a bit of a snide tone on the subject of the design. "That is to say nothing of finishing the Unification." The Primarch objected, "The completing of the hulls will take time, she may be flight capable but Zero Gravity will insure we can work faster, but after we finish the hull we still must install the hardware and other equipment."
"I
am aware Horus, the organic portions?"
The war master moved
switching projections, "The inner Tyranid and Wraith bone," He
remarked, "Are operating as expected, the second and third hull
grouping portions are sixty percent complete Star Lord. The Necron
crescent however only the initial part is finished, it will take at
least another four month complete the first area of that region of
the ship."
"He is correct," Confirmed Malcolm, "We have two of our four battle barges in the area helping, and that's just to keep us on schedule, since we are boosting production"
Harry had to admit FTL, even FTL at 1.5, had its advantages, in this case inter system transfer of materials. However there was also another factor in keeping up production, a alien race which had some affiliation with the Tau, however the technology was available to all factions.
These Harvesters were proving to be very useful in gathering resources, of course so did the Scythe class in service, which had been modified.
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Harry was presently over looking the burgeoning Cwn Annwn space force none of the Four Major Sorcerous Orders could even Challenge a segmentae fleet… well at least by only using Universe Native Ships.
Currently, of pure Space Craft, Four Battle Barges were complete, A Scythe Class, a Tyranid cruiser and a Kraken, a single Imperium style heavy cruiser, the Vengeful Spirit, a Strike Cruiser, and eight frigates of mixed factions and the as of yet incomplete Unification.
In comparison of numbers Alex had them out numbered nearly four to one.
Design wise the Eastern Order's fleet was comprised of mixed Necron and Space Marine forces. Joao relied more on Imperial Navy and Eldar vessels. With Alex of course primarily using Tau based ships.
Unification was no where near combat read, even if some of the weapons could be used with out blowing the ship to sub atomic particles.
So that effectively eliminated the ship from any real battle, well it wouldn't matter seeing as if the Elder Gods were correct the incursion would not be until after the vessel was completed.
Isaac and Watie were nearby at different tables discussing the current set up of the Strike Cruiser and Heavy Cruiser they were currently out of commission if only temporarily so they could be fitted with a new boarding system, and a few other upgrades.
A spout of blood emerged from the floor and coalesced into a greater Daemon of Khorne.
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"What is going on?" Harry questioned the Daemon as he entered the great hall, more like slammed the doors into the walls, especially considering the powdered mortar falling.
The creature empathized with its master's displeasure. "Apparently your name came out of this goblet," Remarked the Daemon, into his ear.
"Thanks for coming to get me," He murmured. 'So that was the cause of this mess-' he though before being interrupted.
"Harry
Potter,"
"I'm coming I bloody well heard you," He snapped
causing the flames in the whole hall to spike upward, the goblet's
flame singeing Dumbledore's beard.
Isaac glared at the old man and followed the northern lord as he marched past the head table. "For the record, I hope my master disembowels the lot of you for this insult," He snarled after Harry entered the door. "Though if lord Giuse finds about this, your punishment would be perhaps even more justifiably harsh."
Harry shook his head entering the chamber, the portraits looked at him and the fire glowed cheerily.
Krum,
some Hogwarts kid, and a young, rather fetching, lady Harry presumed
was from the French school were grouped around the fire.
The girl
looked around when Harry stalked in and threw back her sheet of long
silvery hair. "What is it?" She asked, "Do zey want us back in
the hall?"
Harry spat a scathing reply in perfect French
combined with his aura all three students, and even the portraits, in
the room recoiled.
Ludo Bagman entered the room. He took Harry by the arm smiling broadly.
The sorcerer lord repressed a scowl as he was pulled forward.
"Extraordinary,"
he murmured, "Absolute extraordinary! Gentlemen… lady," He
added approaching the fire place, "May I introduce – incredible
though it may seem – the fourth tri wizard champion?"
Viktor
Krum straightened up, he had been at the World Cup after all.
As had Cedric.
The French girl however tossed her hair, smiling and said, "Oh vairy funny joke Meester Bagman."
"Joke?" Bagman repeated, bewildered. "No, no, not at all! Harry's name just came out of the Goblet of Fire!"
Fleur frowned.
"But evidently zair'as been a mistake," she said contemptuously to Bagman "'E canot compete. 'E is too young."
Harry loosed his arm and opened his palm flames soared to life.
The door opened and the old man and Durmstrang's new Director, as well as the headmistress of Beauxbatons, and the greasy potions master of Hogwarts came in.
"Madame Maxime," so that was her name, said the girl at once striding over to her headmistress. "Zey are saying that zis little boy is to compete also!"
'Little boy,'
"Madame Maxime had drawn herself up to her full, and considerable, height. The top of her head brushed the candle filled chandelier, and her gigantic black satin bosom swelled.
"What is ze mean of zis Dumbly-dorr?" she demanded. "Ogwarts can't have two champions"
"Mikhail," Harry greeted.
"Welcome Excellency," greeted the Russian, and director of Durmstrang. "Should I kill them both now?" He inquired in his native tongue, as he smiled broadly.
"Nyet," Harry replied, "We leave them be," the sorcerer lord responded and turned. "You are mistaken, I do not attend this school nor do I attend Durmstrang, or your school." He snarked, "IF you can call it that," he remarked in French eyes glimmering smugly.
Isaac bowed, "Master, if I may," He began, "Due to recent changes in English law why not exploit the situation," He stated in a foreign tongue, an old gaelic language. "take the National Examination at the end of this year while completing your last year at University,"
Harry nodded, "I suppose, informal introductions since I will be enduring your company I am Harry Potter Star Lord of the Northern Sorcerous Order the Cwn Annwn, this man behind me is Commander Isaac and you're of course familiar Director Mikhail. Don't feel bad when I stomp you all into ground, yes?"
Cedric blinked he had scene Isaac in action with Reactionary Home Guard.
Krum on the other hand had been in the Quidditch players' camp ground, raining fire blasts did tend to leave an impression.
Mikhail glanced at the other champions, this was going to be wonderful year, he thought, "Enough, Durmstrang has no objection to this as Hogwarts has only one champion, Beauxbatons has one champion, we have one champion, admittedly I believe this will affect proceedings Durmstrang will be second," he drawled, "Instead of taking first." The bear like man rumbled. "But that is how things play out, I'm sure you can play out who takes third."
The peg legged man entered, bringing up the 'conspiracy' theory. That continued for a few minutes.
"This is absurd," Hissed the grease man,
The red haired sorcerer fingered his weapon with a smirk, "Do shut up, no one asked your opinion." Remarked Isaac.
"Why
you," Snape reached for his wand.
"Isaac if he pushes you, gut
him like a fish," Harry stated in an annoyed tone, "I have had
enough. I have operations in Chechnya to oversea, lets finish this
meeting, I have a Colonel General in Russia waiting for me to
coordinate troop movements with,"
"Yes," Crouch nodded, "Instructions yes… the first task…"
He moved toward the firelight. The man looked worn, and gaunt.
"The first task is designed to test your daring," He told them, "so we are not going to be telling you what it is. Courage in the face of the unknown is an important quality in a wizard very important, the first task will take place on November the twenty fourth in front of the other students and the panel of judges." He paused "The champions are not permitted to ask for or accept help of any kind from their teachers to complete the tasks in the tournament. The champions will face the first challenge armed only with their wands. They will receive information about the second task when the first is over. Owing to the demanding and time consuming nature of the tournament the champions are exempted from end of year tests."
Mr. Crouch turned to look at Dumbledore.
"I think that's all is it Albus?"
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Harry sat down, so far University was going well, and as for Chechnya the Russians weren't doing so hot but neither were the Chechens.
The unification of the outfits was proceeding smoothly, to the great misfortune of INTERPOL, and any one else opposing the objective.
On other matters things were proceeding smoothly, the Russians were adapting more capitalist tendencies, and the Mob, and the Cwn Annwn were capitalizing, no pun intended, on the opportunity as the reforms continued.
Mikolev was flourishing, and had humiliated MiG in the process of the last test.
Armee 21 was currently operating in Southern Sudan handling peace keeping, more like keeping a general with political aspirations on top of his area, after all he had a small problem of some minister who was a bit more favored by the US Government.
So far all bases were safe and secure though as of late expansion had slowed so there weren't any such projects in the early stages of construction that could be attacked readily by an enemy.
Though there was one in the Pyrenees that was under construction, as well as the second citadel model facility, there was of course a certain fortress monastery, but according to the treaty space conflict was forbidden, besides the Tower of Angels was securely cloaked.
Harry was quite sure as it stood now they could finish in time before the threat arrived. If things were according to schedule the ships should be able to match threats, the Elder Gods tended to be very picky about letting things interfere in their games; the most powerful civilizations would not be able to interfere, at least in theory.
The wizards in England were really proving to be more trouble than they were worth, and were of course informed when they had attempted to summon him for the weighing of the wands to ah… get lost, then knocked out of Little Whinning via the zenith net array, which had actually been rather amusing.
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Harry scowled, Fleur Delacour was sitting in a corner on a low wooden stool, in fact to the sorcerer lord's amusement she looked pale and clammy.
Viktor appeared to surlier than ever, and as for the Hogwarts's champion was pacing up and down.
"Harry! Good-o!" Said Bagman happily, looking around at him. "Come in, come in, make yourself at home!"
Bagman looked somehow like a slightly overblown Cartoon figure in comparison to the champions' serious faces. He was wearing the quidditch robes again.
"Well we are all here now so time to fill you all in." Said Bagman brightly. "When the audience has assembled, I'm going to be offering each of you this bag" he held up a small sack of purple silk and shook it at the assembled champions. "From which you will each select a small model of the thing you are about to face! There are different - err – varieties, you see. And I have to tell you something else too… ah, yes… your task is to collect the golden egg!"
Only Cedric nodded.
It could be heard the soon to be spectators walking past the tent, they were all talking in an exited manner, laughing, joking. Bagman opened the neck of the bag.
"Ladies first," He said offering it to Fleur Delacour.
She put a shaking hand inside the bag and drew out a tiny perfect model of a dragon – a welsh green. It had a number two around its neck.
'So she was expecting this so much for me being the only one to spy, well besides Mikhail giving Krum the information'
The same held true for Krum he pulled out the scarlet Chinese Fireball. It had a number three around its neck. He didn't blink just sat back down and stared at the ground.
Cedric put his hand into the bag, and out came the bulueish gray Swedish short snout, the number one tied around its neck.
Harry smirked as he withdrew a Hungarian Horntail looking down as it barred its minuscule fangs, and stretched its wings.
Good thing it was Saturday it was time for a barbecue.
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Chapter conclusion
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Helltanz's notes: Harry's information freebies, why cause remember Harry isn't all knowing he assumes people in power will know more than they actually do its his flaw.
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