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(Hogwarts Grounds)

Sitting on a small hill beneath a looming tree by the Black Lake was Harry Potter, staring out across the wide body of water with a look of frustration on his face. It has been two days after his so-called "Ascension", and to call them calm would have been the biggest lie that could have ever been told. He thought he would be used to all the stares and mumbling that the magic school could throw his way, but this was on a whole new level. At least with all the past instances there was always some group that acted as if they were above such gossip, but it seems like this time his new status is too strong to ignore.

Not that he could blame them.

He was sure if someone pointed out to him that a 14 year old boy in front of him had killed a god and absorbed that gods divinity, he would be gob smacked too.

Why? Why was it that he always seemed to learn some hidden knowledge about the wizarding world it was always AFTER he has experience it! Just once he would like some form of clue before it slams into his face. Is it really so hard to ask for? Something like "Hey Harry, did you know talking to snakes makes people jumpy?", or "Guess what Harry, there are these creatures that are going to your school that steal happiness away and suck out your soul!". Or maybe, just maybe that there are gods out there that might just try to get in a pissing match with you! Though he isn't quite sure what he would have done with that knowledge in the arena during the task, but at least he wouldn't have sounded like such an idiot when everyone tried to explain what happened to him.

(Flashback to the Great Hall two days ago)

Harry was at a loss.

How does one respond to two schools bowing down to in front of you asking permission to stay for a deadly tournament? He would have thought it all as one big joke if it weren't for the complete lack of noise surrounding the large hall. Looking up from the kneeling body of foreign students his first inspection was directed towards the Slytherin table, because if this was one bid joke then Malfoy would be laughing his butt off. Searching through the table to find the overly gelled platinum blond hair prat, Harry was momentary surprised to find him not at his usual spot. Malfoy always made sure he was sitting by the older students who were the prefects of his house. If there was one thing that the ferret made sure of during his stay at Hogwarts, it would be to make sure he was always around someone of power. But for some reason, he was not sitting with any of them. Moving his eyes along the table he finally spotting the blond, sitting at the very end of the table. Now that might not have been so strange, but the fact that he looked so removed from the rest of his house was raising some big flags in Harry's mind. And if that was not enough, Malfoy's eyes never left the spot on the table in front of him. It gave the appearance as if he were a child in time-out.

Ok, If Malfoy was not finding any enjoyment out of this situation, then there was really something that he was missing. Because there was no way in hell the prat had a poker face that good.

Moving his attention to the other tables in hopes of finding some kind of explanation to his predicament, his eyes was instantly drawn to a sudden movement from the Hufflepuff table. For some reason one of the students decided to take off his outer robe to use as cover for a large pile of…something. The student in question seemed to be doing his best to avoid looking in Harry's direction and the pile that he was trying to smooth out the robe on to. Even when his fumbling hands retracted from the hidden pile, the Hufflepuff seemed be doing his best of looking anywhere but Harry or the large hill in front of him.

Moving on to the Ravenclaw table nothing of note stood out to Harry, besides the curious looks directed his way. In fact, some of the smaller students seemed to be standing on the benches just so they can get a better look at him.

Seeing nothing of note there, Harry then moved on to his own house.

Out of all four houses, it was Gryffindor that had the most mixture of expression. Harry's eyes moved to the ones who would have the most clues on what in the world was happening. He easily spotted the twins, what with them both give him the thumps-up signal and big grins on their faces, so no help there. But to be fair, Harry did not know that a serious looking Weasley twin looked like. His eyes then spotted Ron sitting by his brothers, with an unreadable expression on his face. Now that was new, for as long as Harry's name had come out of the Goblet Ron has always had a look of frustration on his face. But now it looked as if he traded in the frustration for…resolve? All thought of Ron disappeared once Harry looked at who was sitting across from him. Hermione, the one person Harry knew without a doubt would show if this was a joke or not. There was no way she could school her face to a mean-spirited joke like this. But as he looked at her face, he was at a loss at what he found, nervousness. He could tell by the chewing of her lip, which was made even more prominent with her slightly larger teeth.

This was not a good sign. If Hermione looked even slightly peeved, then Harry could write this off as one be joke.

But nervous? Why was she nervous?

His eyes quickly swept across the hall. He spotted a clunk of flaming metal here and there and some of the adults who stopped moving the moment he walked in. They all froze like a deer in headlights, afraid to move from there spot. Hell, the only one who never stopped moving was that reporter, Rita. It seemed like her self-writing quill wasn't moving fast enough as she herself was writing right along the charmed quill.

A large sounding gulp drew his attention back to the two schools in front of him. It seemed as if his silence so far has made a few of the students quite uncomfortable. Even though Krum and Fleur looked cool and collected, the same can not be said about the ones behind them.

"Mr. Potter."

Harry's head snapped up to the head table where he immediately locked on to Headmaster Dumbledore as he heard a few gasps escape from the people around him, or a squeal of glee from Rita. As if Dumbledore had said something very controversial.

Dumbledore continued without a hitch in his voice. "Perhaps you would be so kind as to let these visiting students have a seat at one of our school tables?" His arms gesturing out to the tables Durmstrang and Beauxbaton were sitting at for the past few months.

Harry just stood there, still not believing what was being said to him. Why would he have any bearing on what these two schools could do? Just what has happened since he fainted from the First Task? The red eyes of a man flying a Pegasus towards him flashed through his mind, causing him to tightly clinch his eyes shut to shake the image away.

"What happened?" Harry softly said to himself as his right hand started to shake. A hand and arm that he lost in the dream that felt so real, that impossible dream.

"Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore's voice shaking Harry out of his thoughts. "Did Miss Alice not talk to you in the infirmary?" The headmaster's eyes looking on with a bit of worry.

Miss Alice? Thinking back the only one in the infirmary that could go with that unfamiliar name would be with that unfamiliar woman on the bed.

Harry wetted his lips before answering out to the bearded Headmaster. "Was she the blonde woman asleep on the bed next to mine?"

It would seem that was the last answer that anyone at the head table wanted to hear, if judging by the groan coming from a select few near the Headmaster. In fact, a very stern looking woman that Harry never seen before in an office suit seemed to be the most distraught. Taking off her glasses to massage the bride of her nose, an action that Harry knew too well.

Seemingly bouncing back from Harry's answer, Dumbledore collected himself and started to move out from behind the head table. "No worries Mr. Potter! All can be explained in my office if you are looking for answers. I'm sure that that the Minister and Miss. Ericson would also like to be part of this conversation, if you would not mind of course." The Headmaster said with his usual enthusiasm as he waved to the Minister who looked to be puffing out his chest in self-importance and the now named woman Miss. Ericson who was putting her glasses back on.

Giving a sigh of relief on having a great excuse to leave the high-tension hall, Harry's posture relaxed a little. "Answers sounds great Sir." All the stares were getting to him, and after the past three years that was saying something. He watched as the Headmaster rounded the head table to make his way out, he noticed that Fudge looked to be budging his way through the other adults to try to get in front of the newly introduced Miss. Ericson. Though he did not need to try so hard since she didn't seem to move an inch.

"You would have to excuse me my Lord, but I believe that Miss. Alice should be in this conversion as well. So, if you would excuse me then I will be going to retrieve her." The stern looking woman proclaimed, looking at Harry the whole time. She didn't move an inch even as Dumbledore and the Minister stopped right beside him, having to step over chunks of metal on the way towards him.

Harry looked up at the Headmaster wondering if he would give him some type of clue on how to respond to being address as "Lord". Only a small smile and a slight nod was all he got. "Um…Do whatever you believe needs to be done?" Harry said loudly hoping to be heard from all the way from the entrance, and inwardly cursing himself for sounding so unsure. The only response she gave back to him was a stiff nod and started to make her way from the table towards the doors, passing him with a walk that demanded authority.

Harry was about to turn as she passed to head to the Headmaster's office, if it wasn't for the small attention grabbing cough from the Headmaster himself. Looking up at the much older gentleman in confusion Dumbledore swept his hands across the hall, or more specifically, the dozens of students still kneeing down in front of him.

"Perhaps we could allow for these visitors to be seated and have dinner with the rest of our fine establishment?" Dumbledore directing the question down to Harry. "And perhaps a meal for us in my office as we wait for our other guest. It seems in all this excitement my stomach has been getting quite in a mood for being ignored. Yes, yes, a meal is an excellent way to put minds at ease. Do you not thank so Mr. Potter?" He finished with his left hand under his chin in a thinking pose, as he looks at the mostly empty tables. What in the world was that pile on the Badgers table?

"A meal sounds wonderful Headmaster." Harry answered back, his hunger coming back from having been forgotten with the surrounding chaos. But then he notices that Dumbledore bringing his gaze back on to him and jerked his head towards the still kneeing students. "Oh… and they can stay for however long they were scheduled to stay for the tournament." Harry quickly added as he caught on to the Headmaster's meaning.

All at once a sigh of relief came from the kneeling bunch as they shakenly stood up, making Harry feel guilty for how long he had then stay there. Not as if it were his fault for that, it seems that some key information did not make it to him that would have let make a quick response to Durmstrang and Beauxbaton. Krum was the first one to straighten himself out and look Harry in the face. "Thank you, your Highness," he stated loudly "by your leave." Krum finished by standing completely still. Even though Harry still could still hear a bit of an accent, Krum's English seemed to be completely perfect. Which was odd, since Harry had a weird feeling that the Bulgarian was not speaking English at all. It just felt like the words and lips were not matching up as they should have.

Harry gave a nod to the Quidditch star, "Go eat…" Harry looked around the group and spotted Fleur about to speak out. "All of you." The sliver haired girl mouth closed with that statement and gave a slow nod. Both schools turned around to head towards the tables, and if Harry didn't know any better, he would think he saw Krum send a smug look towards Fleur who glared back. Harry thought they would go back to the tables they always sat at, but it seemed that the Durmstrang group went straight to the Gryffindor table instead of the house of snakes. Which looked to put a big grin on the Weasley twins face as they stuck their tongues out towards the Slytherin table. The Beauxbaton group looked a bit miffed that Durmstrang started to fill up the Gryffindor seats and went back to the Ravenclaw table, where they have been sitting from the start.

"Oh politics, not even children can escape it." Dumbledore said as he gave off a chuckle. Fudge held his bowler hat in his hands, nervously clinching the rim, as he watched the settling students sit down. Finding the change in seating unsettling for some reason. "Welp, we should be heading towards my office. I'm sure the house elves are aware of our dinning location, the students will be in safe hands with our faculty." Dumbledore said the last part toward the head table as the teachers gave a stiff nod. "Excellent! This way please." And with a swift turn Dumbledore walked out the door with Harry and the Minister shortly behind.

It took no time at all to reach the stone entrance of the Headmaster's office, as through the whole walk Harry's mind was working over time to figure out what just happened. Why was everyone acting as if he had command over the whole school? It was as if he said no to the two visiting schools then they would immediately leave. Not even the Minister had that sort of power, too much red tape would be involved for them to leave that fast.

"Butterfinger" Dumbledore told the statue, disrupting Harry's thoughts. "I need to be extra careful with a castle full of so many visiting schools, ministry employees, and reporters. I had to really reach down in my memory for some new passwords." He explained to them, stopping them from entering. Though going by the look from Fudge, nether one of them was going to even ask that question. "I remember coming across this store that held all sorts of muggle sweets. After browsing through them all I swiftly ran to Gringotts to transfer some galleons to pounds. There is just something so satisfying about eating sweets that does not have some type of a magical gimmick. Do you know how many chocolate frogs have escaped my mouth? If I had a galleon for every time a …."

"Albus." The Minister interrupting the Headmaster's rant with a tired sigh. "The meeting please."

"Ah! Yes, sorry about that," Dumbledore said as he turned around to head up the stairs. "I sometimes get a bit passionate about the struggles of moving sweets. Up we go."

As we made our way into the office we spot three plates of food on the Headmaster's desk, filled to the brim with steak, potatoes, and some greens. Harry's stomach sounded off a large rumble at the sight of the uneaten food.

"Please, sit and eat as we wait for our guests." Dumbledore directed them toward the chairs by the plates of food. Harry wasted no time in digging into the food, eating as if he had never tasted food in is life. Being stuck with the Dursleys has made Harry no stranger to being hungry, but for some reason this felt different. There was an odd silence between the three as they ate, only the scraps of silverware against plates and the sound of chewing filled the office.

After the last few bits of food vanished from there plates a knock on the door interrupted the silence. "Come in, please." Dumbledore addressed from his seat behind his desk, pushing his plate to the side which disappeared after a few seconds.

The door opened to reveal Miss. Ericson and the blonde woman that the Headmaster named as Miss. Alice earlier in the Great Hall.

The blonde-haired woman stepped up behind Miss. Ericson into the office. She looked just as regal here then she did sleeping in the infirmary, even with her wrinkled up blouse from her nap. She looked around sleepily until spotting a chair, which she instantly dragged her feet towards and sat down in. Miss Ericson walked up towards the tired young woman and stood right behind the chair, choosing to stand up even though there was another chair in the corner.

Dumbledore waited for them to get settled before starting, "Welcome to my office, we three just had dinner. Is there anything I can get you ladies?"

Miss Ericson declined the offer, but not her companion.

"Coffee" The blonde woman stated, her tired eyes staring straight at Dumbledore. "I need coffee, with two sugars and three drops of milk added. "Just as soon as she finished her order a green mug popped on to the table right besides her. Quickly snatching it up into her hands, she brought it up to her lips and drank half of its contents in one gulp. Leaning back into her chair with a satisfying sigh, holding up the mug to inspect it. "Oh, house elves, you're too good for this world." Miss Alice said with a look of pure bliss, as Fudge gave her an incredulous look.

Harry, finally getting to the last of his wits end could not hold back anymore. "Can I finally get some answers! What was that in the Great Hall? Who are these women? What happened during my round in the First Task!?" At the end of his questions Harry was standing up from his chair looking around the room, desperately trying to locate the first one who would answer his questions. Something had happened to him; he can feel it. Old tiny scars were gone from his hands from taking care of his relatives rose garden, the thorns being as unforgiving as his aunt. His arm that had to have the bones regrown felt just as good as before that idiot Lockheart vanished them. His arm always felt odd after that. His vision was like night and day, even better then what he saw with his glasses on. But the one thing that really made him question everything was the scar on his forehead.

IT. WAS GONE.

Everyone who he had ask about being able to get rid of it always said it couldn't be done. It was a "curse scar", and those will never go away. But here he was, with out it. He could always feel it on him, like a piece of dirt clinging to his skin. One look at his reflection from one of Dumbledore's many shiny instruments confirmed it for him as they ate. What Happened!

"You killed a Heretic god." Was the calm reply to his left. Harry turned straight to the voice, zeroing in on the blonde slowly sipping on the rest of her coffee. Her green eyes staring into his own different shade of green as she lowered her mug. "Surly you remember him? Perseus. "

Perseus

That name vibrated into his very bones, repeating over and over again. Each time more and more voices started to chant the name, all female, getting louder and louder. Then a set of red eyes stared back at him, down at him. The hundreds of women in the background cheering the strange man on, cheering him on to kill me.

"Breath"

Suddenly he was back inside the office, both of his arms firmly planted on the Headmaster's desk, catching him from falling over.

"Just take a deep breath, it's over." The calming voice of the blonde woman instructed him. I turn my head over to her again, seeing a soft smile on her lips as she brought up the mug to them again.

His mouth felt dry as he stared at her, millions of questions going through his mind. Only one made it out. "Who are you?" Wincing at how weak he sounded.

She calmly sat the mug on to the desk right beside her, bring her now empty hands to her lap. Her posture straighten up as she raised her chin. "My name is Alice Louise, and I'm here as a representative of the Witenagemot." She proudly proclaimed. "The Witenagemot is a section of the magic world who is dedicated to the study and recording of Heretic beings. We are here to answer any questions you may have and assist you for the upcoming future."

Harry slowly stood up from leaning over the desk as she talked. Feeling happy that at least one question had been answered, even if it kind of opened up more lines of questions.

"Ok," Harry started out, trying to find the next words for his next question. "So that strange man was a …god." Seeing Alice nod, Harry continued. "Why was he here? What caused this?" Harry said as he looked around the room, eyes landing on Dumbledore and Fudge.

Fudge started to squirm in his seat, having grabbed his hat again, looking like he was trying to ring water out of the edges. "Well, you see…we are…were still trying to find out…"The Minister's face was starting to get coated with a sheen of sweat. "This has never happened before, so…maybe.." The Minister started to look around the room, looking for someone else to take up the explanation.

Fortunately, Dumbledore took over, be it to save Fudge or the confusion that was settling on Harry's face. "We believe it was the dragons." The Headmaster said, much to the Ministers relief. "That many in such a small location might have been a bit too tempting for a god with a dragon-slaying legend."

Harry started to roll that explanation around in his mind. The fact that there were gods was still a bit of a shock, but he can ask about that later. "Then how come the dragon reserves don't have these gods slaying their dragons?" He asked.

Dumbledore took on a thoughtful look but was drawn out of it when Alice chimed in. "That might be because the reserves don't have any arenas." Everyone turned to look at the blonde to further clarify. "Put one dragon in an arena and a god might feel something, put a second one in and the god starts searching around. A third? The Heretic starts watching with interest. But a fourth? Well…there's only so many times you can wave a stake in front of a dog before they go for a bite." Fudge's face was in his hands at the end of the explanation, groaning at the news. "Don't you worry Minister, the Witenagemot we be writing this down to prevent any more "accidental" rituals." Alice said with a cheery smile, not that he saw it, what with his face still in his hands.

"Where did he go?" Harry asked, retaking his seat for the discussion. Looking towards Dumbledore and then Alice. "Did he go back…home?" The last word sounding odd on his tongue.

Alice and Dumbledore exchanged a look before the older man gave her a nod. Dumbledore leaned back in his seat as Alice leaned forward in hers, looking him straight in the eyes. "Lord Potter, is it alright for me to call you that?" She asks, trying to find something in his eyes. Harry grimaced at the title, having heard the more political type students call each other by those names. It always felt like they were talking to a different person when they started to bring them out, as if they were switching personalities. It all looked a bit…two faced.

"Just Harry will do." As he said that a gleam shone in her eyes accompanied by a smile.

"Harry then, have you ever heard the word "Campione?" It sounded like an innocent question, but Harry could tell that the word sang in the back of his mind. Repeating the word to himself only brought up a field of white and a small girl with purple hair. But the longer he tried to keep that image in his head, it started to fade away. As if it was water escaping through his hands, until all that word did was bring up nothing.

Looking up to the blonde Harry gave a shake of the head to the question. "A Campione is someone who through impossible odds, manage to kill a Heretic being." Taking a pause to take another sip of her coffee, she looked back in Harry's eyes. "And by this act, that person or you in this case, will be blessed with that god's divinity. To give you the power so you may rule over us all."

A/N

So... yeah, not dead!

I will confess, I had no clue on how to write this chapter. I have all these big events planned out for this story, I just don't know how to write the chapters that links them. And trust me, this is a link chapter.

So I have a plan set on how this story will go.

Thank you for all the reviews that kept coming in even after 7 years!