Harry Potter and all associated characters, events and people belong to JK Rowling whilst all characters, events and people in Campione belong to Jō Taketsuki.

Chapter 2 - The Mage Association

Magier Festung.

Headquarters of the Mages Association known as the Greenwich Assembly was located deep within the Swiss Alps.

A medieval Castle that had been purchased by the Assembly many years before and turned into the Assembly's base of operations. The Assembly like many of the Mages Associations scattered across the world was founded by the descendants of the legendary Knights Templar as although existing before that time it was the descendants of those great knights which had compiled them into actual functioning organizations.

The Assembly's sphere of influence was larger than most Associations, ruling over most of Europe and the Middle East. They ran numerous business from the shadows throughout the world that funded their operations. It was a system that the Mages Associations had used to maintain their power long ago and they continued to this very day, allowing them to exert a rather large amount of control over the more mundane world.

Even the vaulted International Confederation of Warlocks or ICW that tried to claim authority over all magic users and enforce their 'Statute of Secrecy' on them did not dare to directly go against the true powers of the magic world, the Mage Associations. Knowing that the resources they could bring against them were truly monumental not to mention that the existing Campione worked with the Mage Associations not them and any one of the God Slaying Devil Kings could easily wipe them out if they felt so inclined.

In fact, many of the Associations took advantage of the Warlocks rather isolated existence because whilst most couldn't match the other types of magic users in pure combat ability they were incredibly versatile in their abilities. So the Associations took advantage of their blood-related prejudices and recruited those known as Muggleborns. Warlocks who hadn't completely lost touch with how the real world worked leaving the rest to fester in their little isolated world.

The Greenwich Assembly, although didn't have many contacts in the Warlock World as it was called, also did this and had invited quite a few of them to join their ranks. Through the years the Assembly even though never having a Campione as a patron had managed to do quite well for itself despite never reaching the acclaim of some of the other Associations like the Holy Cult of the Five Mountains, but that was more because apart from the Witenagemot based in Jerusalem, any other Association that didn't have a Campione as a patron was not seen as a true power in the world of magic users. That was what the presence of the Supreme Kings had on the world around them.

A King could rock up on the doorstep of one of the lesser, backwater destitute Associations which barely had more than ten members and it would go from being dismissible, to being centre stage and one of the most important organizations in the world. That was the importance of the Campiones to the world of magic.


Olivia Leonard walked through the halls of the ancient castle through hallways she had walked many times before in the past, so many times, in fact, she could probably navigate them with her eyes closed. She was the Keeper of the Archives for the Assembly. It was her job to interpret and file the information and knowledge that was brought to her by the Knights of the Assembly. Basically a glorified Librarian.

Not that she cared she loved her job and being a powerful Witch, however nowhere near the level of the likes of Lucretia Zola or Princess Alice: the Highest Ranked Witches of Earth and Heaven respectively, she was still capable and respected for her abilities. She kept her beauty like all Witches which is why despite being mid-fifties she looked to be in her late twenties. She wore a somewhat worried look on her face as she made her way to the Roundtable Room. The center of the Assembly's power and where the meeting of its top-ranked members would meet to discuss the overall direction of the Assembly and important decisions that needed to be made for the Assembly's continued existence.

In all honesty, she was worried. It was rare that one of these meetings would be called on such short notice, the nervous tone of the Directors' voice over the phone created a feeling of trepidation in the Keeper of the Archives.

She was dragged out of her internal musings by the sound of the woman walking next to her beginning to speak.

"What do you think this meeting was called for?" The speaker was Sienna Zabani an olive-skinned beauty and the Deputy Keeper of the Archives, Olivia's second in command. She was also one of the only so called 'Pureblood' Warlocks that the Assembly had on their payroll.

She was a sad case of misfortune. When she was younger she had picked up a cursed tablet made by the Heretic God Himeros from Greek Mythology and she was unknowingly cursed to lose all the men she tried to make a life with. The first few husbands had broken her heart every time they passed away or divorced her but by the last one, she was just desperate to prove she could actually keep someone close to her that wasn't her son. In the end, she had gone through seven men before she finally gave up. It was in those dire and dark days that the Assembly had approached her and discovered the existence of the Curse. Even when she had gone to Saint Mungo's they had found no traces of it, unfortunately there was nothing she could do as the Assembly despite all its power was unable to break a Curse created by a Heretic God, it was just beyond mortal means.

In the end, she had become vilified by the 'Pureblood Society' of the Warlocks and they gossiped about her killing her husbands for money behind her backs. This is when the Assembly stepped in once again and offered her a job in their Archives which she had gladly taken in hopes of starting a new life with her son. She had been slowly rising through the ranks ever since and she was promoted to Deputy Keeper, a position she took great pride in.

Olivia looked over at Sienna and said. "I don't know. My gut tells me it's going to be very important."

Sienna nodded in understanding as they passed the last few tapestries on the wall and approached a large pair of oak doors which had large and intricate carvings of different battles between mythical beasts carved into it. Two guards wearing black suits standing at ease on either side of the door. This was the Roundtable Room. One of the suited men moved to open the door allowing the two women through into the room itself before closing the door behind them.

Olivia took a cursory glance around the room. It was like most of the castle with stone walls however the concentration of magic in this room was much greater than almost anywhere else in the castle what with all the spells, seals, talismans and runes that had been built into it. With all this not even a Heretic God would be able to casually Scry the conversations they were having here. They would have to put a rather large amount of effort into breaking the protections and certainly alert the room's occupants of the compromise in security. It was impressive by any mortal magic user's standard.

In the middle of the room was a large wooden table shaped in a circle with chairs around the outside of it. One chair, in particular, was decorated in gold outlines. This was the Director's chair. On the other side of the table was a raised platform in which sat a gold and wooden throne. This was the position a patron Campione would sit however so far in the Assembly's history no one had ever sat on it.

As she walked up to the table and sat down with Sienna sitting next to her she said. "My apologies for my tardiness."

The other people at the table simply accepted her apology and Olivia took advantage at that to take a study her companions in the Assembly. Sat on the other side of her was a slim looking Spanish man who was the head of the Assembly's mundane businesses and the man who kept the organization's books, Treasurer Lucio Estes. Next to him was a broad-shouldered Russian man with a buzz cut and a large sword leaning against his chair. Vikenti Ryzhkov, nicknamed 'The Bear' and the organisations Great Knight. On the far side was Rhodri Carter, Deputy Commander of the Knights, a Daoist Artist of some renown and the man nicknamed 'The Marshall' for his ability to command his troops in battle. Sitting in the Director's chair was the leader of the Assembly, Madame Marie Atkins. An elderly looking woman with regale looking features despite her wrinkled face and long snow white hair tied up in a bun behind her head. She sat proudly in her seat as she surveyed the others in the room with a stern countenance as everyone settled into their chairs.

Madame Atkins opened her mouth and began the meeting. "This meeting has been called by our Great Knight Vikenti Ryzhkov so I shall hand over the report of his discovery to him."

This caused everyone else in the rooms to raise an eyebrow, as far as they could remember 'The Bear' had never called a meeting like this before despite being the Great Knight of the Assembly. The man himself just nodded before rising to his feet.

Looking out over everyone he addressed them. "When I was on an operation in Greece with two subordinates we felt the descent of a Heretic God."

This caused cries of dismay from everyone but the Director. Heretic God's were beyond dangerous and just being near one put you in great peril.

Once the voices had died down Vikenti continued. "We did as we should in such a situation and began to track the God but as we got to the site of the Gods descent we discovered nothing there but a nine-year-old child."

Taking a deep breath he continued. "A child who is now the Seventh Campione."

"A nine-year-old child a King? He must be the youngest in history!" Exclaimed Olivia as she went over the history records in her head and couldn't remember a King who hadn't at least been in his late teens when ascending.

The mutters of shock and disbelief continued until Madame Atkins stood up and roared. "Silence!"

With that everyone got themselves back under control and the Director looked at the Great Knight before continuing. "We can confirm that he is indeed the Seventh Campione he possesses their legendary Magical Resistance. We checked. He is currently residing in one of the master bedrooms here at Magier Festung in a state of unconsciousness."

Ryzhkov pulled out a stack of photos from his jacket and threw them on the table. "This is what the new King looks like."

Olivia took a photo and had a good look at it. It showed a young boy with black hair and Caucasian features. She was distracted by the strangled gasp that came out of Sienna's mouth. Everyone turned to look at the woman who was now pale and trembling slightly.

Olivia said gently to her Deputy. "Sienna what's wrong?"

"Th-That's Harry Potter!" Only the Director, Olivia, and Crater showed surprise at that announcement, Ryzhkov and Estes had looks of confusion on their faces, not understanding the importance of that name.

Madame Atkins leaned forwards her eyes boring into Sienna's. "Are you sure it's him?"

Sienna nodded jerkily. "E-Even though it's fading th-the scar on his forehead, that hair those glasses. Yes, it's him."

Estes frowned before asking. "Harry Potter? Who's that?"

Sienna turned to address both the confused members of the group. "The British Warlock community in the seventies and eighties was being terrorized by a powerful Warlock called Voldemort and his followers the Death Eaters. The Mage's Associations wanted to intervene but the ICW used its limited influence to block any attempts to get involved for some reason calling it an internal Warlock matter. The British Ministry of Magic was on the brink of collapse when they were saved by a young boy who was attacked personally by Voldemort and managed to survive and kill the 'Dark Lord' in the process as such they praised him as a saviour and gave him the moniker, The-Boy-Who-Lived. Though what he was doing in Greece with a Heretic God I have no idea he was supposed to be under the care of Albus Dumbledore."

Estes and Vikenti nodded in understanding but Estes frowned. "That doesn't explain your reaction to hearing his name?"

Sienna nodded. "Most Warlocks are rather isolated and ignorant, the British are perhaps the worst of the lot. They have almost forgotten that they are a part of the wider Magical Community and in their own arrogance it is likely they would ignore the golden rule when dealing with the Supreme Kings and try to manipulate him."

That statement caused the entire room to pale, everyone in the magical world knew better than to even try to manipulate a Godslayer, Pompeii was a good example of why it never ever ended well.

"I vote we ask him to stay here, I really don't want to have genocide on my conscience." Said Este almost shaking at the thought.

Sienna just snorted. "If they find out he is now a Campione it is likely they will just try to take him so he can be brought up by proper members of society."

Madame Atkins just shook her head as she leaned back in her seat. She knew the ringleader of that would be Dumbledore, he had always been subtle about it but it was clear that he thought Warlocks were superior to the other magic users, he also believed himself personally above others and had never come face to face with a Heretic God or one of the Godslayer thus never understanding the true power of the real powers that held the reigns of the magic world which had led to a dangerous sense of hubris in the man. He wouldn't hesitate to try to manipulate and control a Campione although whether he would try out of ignorance of the consequences or out of a sense of arrogance she didn't know. That future though was something that had to be prevented at all costs. She had the beginnings of an idea to prevent a genocide from taking place but it would be better to put it forward after having met the Seventh Campione.

Addressing the group she said. "I have a plan to stop such a thing from occurring however I would like to meet His Majesty first before speaking of it. Now I believe it would be prudent to introduce ourselves to the newest King don't you?"

Getting a round of nods she stood up and left the room the rest following behind her. There was a part of her that found it amusing that veterans of the battlefield and individuals with decades of experience with magic were nervous about meeting young boy but then she remembered that this nine-year-old boy had done the impossible and killed a God and the amusement suddenly disappeared. As she approached the door she morbidly wondered how much of the castle would remain standing if the conversation went south.


Harry groggily woke from the depths of unconsciousness, as lay there in bed he realized that it was far too soft to be his bed in his cupboard. Where am I? Wait what happened before, we went to Greece, a Villa in the mountains, I went into the forest and met a… As the memory of killing the God slammed back into his mind he sat straight up in bed his eyes opened to look around.

He was in a room that he had never seen before. It was large with walls made of large stone blocks that reminded Harry of a castle. The bed he was lying in was a four-poster and as Harry made to get out of bed he froze when he instinctively reached for his glasses. He could see… he wasn't wearing his glasses and he could see! Reaching up he touched his faces where his glasses would have sat, feeling nothing he grinned, he had hated those glasses and it felt like his vision was even sharper without them than it had been with them on. Swinging his legs round to stand up he blinked when he looked down. Was he taller than before? It certainly felt like he had gained at least a few inches since before. Pulling up his shirt he saw that his previously malnourished body had filled out and there were powerful muscles growing where there had previously been none. What the hell happened? Alright, Harry think back… you fled into the woods, the God chased you, got to the cliff, the God turned out to be a massive wolf… we fought and the God died saying something about Ragnarök and being the new Alpha… then I can't remember… something about a purple haired lady and being her son? Ahhh it's all confusing! He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of a knock on the door to the room. Instantly he was on guard. He had no idea where he was and no idea what the people he brought him here wanted.

He heard the voice an elderly voice come through the door. "Your Majesty?" He frowned in confusion at the address and briefly wondered if they had the wrong room. "If we could please enter, we have much to talk about."

The address was confusing him and he thought that the people definitely had the wrong room yet nonetheless he drew himself up as much as his body would allow and put the carefully crafted mask he wore around the Dursley's on.

"Enter." He said, none of his internal nervousness appearing in his voice or face.

As he watched the door warily a small group of people walked into the room. At the head was an elderly looking woman who had a strict aura around her. Next to walk in was a younger woman with long blond hair wearing a pair of glasses remindeding Harry of the strict librarian in Little Whinging, following her was an olive skinned lady wearing a business suit. After the ladies was a large man with a buzz cut hairstyle who was almost as wide as Uncle Vernon but taller and instead of fat it looked like his bulk was all muscle, definitely not a man to anger. Next to him was a young man with brown hair and blue eyes who had a thinner build than the first man but also seemed to be a fighter. Bringing up the rear was a wiry looking man who looked more like an accountant than anything else.

Harry eyed all of them suspiciously as the elderly lady moved forward slightly her face relaxing slightly, she bowed politely to him and said. "It is good that you are finally awake. My name is Madame Marie Atkins, Director of the Greenwich Assembly, to my right is Olivia Leonard, Keeper of the Archives for the Assembly."

The blond haired woman with glasses gave him a curtsy and said. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty."

The now identified Madame Atkins continued her introductions. "The woman next to her is her Deputy Sienna Zabini."

The olive skinned lady gave him a small smile and curtsied to him. "It is good to meet you, My Lord."

"The large man on my right is the Great Knight of the Assembly. Vikenti Ryzhkov along with his deputy Rhodri Carter."

Both men gave him a bow and greeted him similarly to the two women.

"Finally the Treasurer of the Assembly Lucio Estes."

The wiry looking bowed and said. "It is a pleasure to meet a Lord such as yourself."

Harry blinked in surprise. He had never been greeted with even a fraction of the respect these men and women were giving him but the manners his relatives had beaten into him kicked in and he bowed as much as he could from his position on the bed. "Thank you. My name is Harry James Potter."

The Zabani woman showed the most surprise at his name but she masked it well. The Director seemed more resigned than anything else at hearing his name as if it had confirmed something in her head.

The Atkins woman gave him a wry smile as she pulled a chair that had been along the wall forward and placed it in front of him and sat down facing him. "So I'm guessing you have some questions for us then?"

He nodded. "Yes." He replied somewhat dryly. He had no idea where this attitude of superiority was coming from but it seemed to be helping him at the moment so he decided to roll with it. "To start with where am I and how did I get here?"

"Certainly, you are in the Headquarters of the Greenwich Assembly located in the Alps and you were brought here after you fought a God in the mountains of Greece." Replied Madame Atkins.

Harry shivered slightly at the memory especially the pain…

Harry's startled everyone in the room by jumping up out of the bed and running to a mirror located on the wall.

He took a good look at himself. He looked taller than most in his year now and more muscular than any of them. The emaciated and somewhat gaunt look he had before had completely disappeared. Even the ugly scar on his forehead that had always appeared as if it was new was gone. Twisting around he looked at his back. Gone. The scars from Vernon's whipping had disappeared as if they had never occurred but perhaps most importantly the massive defiantly fatal wound on his side was completely gone as if it had never happened at all but he remembered the utter agony it had produced as he lay dying! He remembered the Pain!

The mask of indifference he had worn when they entered had completely shattered as he turned to look at the people in the room.

"What happened to me?" He demanded in a shaky voice.

The Director seemed to hold a look of sympathy on her face. "What do you remember?"

Harry closed his eyes as he thought back. "It was the first holiday Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had bothered to take me on. We live in Surrey you see. It was wonderful, the sights were amazing and they were even forced to give me proper food and I didn't have to cook any of it. I even got a proper bed and didn't have to sleep in the cupboard any more, but then when the snow came Dudley, my cousin wanted to use me as target practice and my Aunt and Uncle who would never disappoint their precious Dudykins threw me out the house so he could use me as target practice. I wasn't even allowed to defend myself. It was really cold and Dudley chased me into the woods. I didn't mind it meant I could get away from my relatives for a while. It wasn't like they would come looking for me or anything. It was a good idea… until I heard this really loud roar and I ran. Whatever was chasing me was really big throwing trees around as it chased me. I ran until I reached a cliff and there was nowhere left to run so I turned around. Out of the woods appeared this massive wolf at least the size of a large truck and it was definitely a God I know that… I don't know how I know, I just do. Anyways it said something about me being prey that made me angry, really angry."

His fists tightened at his sides as he remembered the taunting of the God before continuing.

"It then swiped at me and took a chunk out of me. I definitely remember that. I was bleeding out but I had the knife I had smuggled with me, the one I have just in case Uncle Vernon tries to whip me again and when the wolf attacked me I managed to jump out of the way and for some reason this strange power came out of me and coloured the knife in a strange aura and somehow I managed to hit the wolf's main artery. As it lay dying it said something about me being a new Alpha and how we would fight again when he returned for Ragnarök. Then it died and I collapsed from the pain and passed out."

As Harry finished his explanation he looked up at the group.

Madame Atkins had a look of fury on her elderly face at the thought of the behaviour of the young King's so-called family. A look that was reflected on the Zabini women's face. Vikenti had what looked like miniature fires burning in his eyes at the thought of the life the newest of the Supreme Kings had been forced to live and he had made the connection between the family he had knocked out at the villa and the young Potter. He wished that his method to shut them up had been slightly more permanent. There seemed to be similar thoughts running through both Carter and Estes but there was definitely respect shining in all the eyes of the group looking at him despite their anger towards his relatives. It was feeling he had never been subjected to before and it did weird things to his stomach… weird but definitely good. It was Leonard whose response surprised him the most though. She seemed more thoughtful than anything else.

She seemed to snap out of her revelry before saying clearly to everyone in the room. "Fenrir."

Madame Atkins blinked and turned to her subordinate. "What?"

"Fenrir or Fenrisúlfr. That's who His Majesty fought. The God from Norse Mythology the one who is supposed to kill the King of the Gods, Odin at Ragnarök or the end of the world. It all fits, the wolf-like form and the mention of Ragnarök at the end."

"Are you sure?" Vikenti asked.

Harry interrupted any reply. "She's right… I don't know how I know but she's right it was Fenrir I fought." He was studying his hands intently, it was as if something in his head had clicked the moment he had heard the Norse God's name and he just knew she was right.

"I-I don't understand though, I thought the Gods were just myths?" Harry said in confusion.

Atkins leaned forward and said. "What you did is exceptional and impossible for almost every human on the planet. You see the thing you fought and killed is called a Heretic God, it is made of the thoughts and worship of humanity. They are called 'Heretic' because as their existence is dictated by humanity when they descend out of their normal metaphysical existence and land upon the mortal plane they are going against the fundamental of what they should be in order to become something more as their myth has become a burden to them. When they descend they often if not always cause disasters in their wake."

Harry's eyes widened at the explanation but it was clear to everyone that he was paying very close attention to every word Atkins spoke.

"Mage Associ-"Atkins was interrupted when Harry exclaimed.

"Magic?! But there's no such thing?"

Harry realised he had just interrupted her and hastily said. "I'm sorry Ma'am please continue."

The elderly women didn't look annoyed by the interruption instead she gave him a pleased smile before she frowned in thought. "It's fine Your Majesty but are you telling me that you don't know about magic? Didn't your Aunt tell you anything?"

Now it was Harry's turn to look confused. "Why would Aunt Petunia know anything about magic, she and Uncle Vernon always get angry when it comes up…" Harry now looked very confused. As he trailed off in thought.

Sienna and Madame Atkins exchanged looks before Atkins continued in a gentle voice. "Because your parents were magical."

Harry froze before his gaze snapped up to stare at Atkins. "What!?" He half hissed, half snarled.

Atkins carried on in the same gentle tone even when everyone else backed up in shock and fear at the outburst of the young King. The only one who did not do so was Vikenti but Harry didn't notice any of this as his gaze locked with Atkins. "Your parents James and Lilly Potter were what we refer to as Warlocks a group of magic users who unlike the rest don't have their magic channelled through the Gods. This means that their magic is more versatile than the other five types but it is much harder to control and much more flimsy. They are forced to use wands to focus their power as it is otherwise too uncontrollable and weak without invoking a God to help channel their power. Sienna over there is a Warlock. Anyways in Britain, there was a civil war between the government and a rogue Warlock terrorist called Voldemort and his sycophants the Death Eaters. The British Warlocks were on the brink of defeat when the leader Voldemort attacked a house in the village of Godric's Hollow near Wales. He attacked the Potters killing James and Lilly but somehow little Harry not only managed to survive but defeat the Dark Lord at the tender age of one. He was hailed as the saviour of magical Britain and whisked away by one of the most influential and powerful Warlocks in the world, a Mister Albus Dumbledore to supposedly live a life of luxury though it appears that was a complete and utter lie."

Harry had listened intently to the entire story and snorted at the end. His life had been far from one of decadence and luxury.

"That is why I was confused. I would have thought your Aunt would have at least told you about your heritage."

Harry just snorted. "Oh, she did in a roundabout way. What with all the shouting about having the Freakishness beaten out of me."

Atkins clenched her jaw in anger as her hands balled into fists in her lap. "Don't you worry Your Majesty they will pay I assure you of that."

"Why do you keep calling me that?" Harry asked.

"What?" Atkins tilted her head in confusion.

"Your Majesty you said. Why do you keep calling me that?" Harry asked again.

Atkins opened her mouth to reply. "As I was saying earlier. There is not a lot we can do against Heretic Gods. They are extremely magical and physically resistant and the power they can wield in comparison to a normal Mage or Warlock is so great that it causes everyone in the magical world to pretty much give up in the face of one. Not to mention that most magic users channel their power through the Gods which makes the magic almost ineffective against them. There are of course some exceptions but they usually require great power, skill or sacrifice and the most we can do even then is trap or seal a God away not kill it. We Mage Associations are left mostly with the only option of reasoning with them which rarely ends well for us. That or roll over and die. "

She took a deep breath before continuing. "Yet there are certain very rare individuals… who don't give up. Men and women who fight to the bitter end against imposable odds and manage to through luck, will and skill to conquer their foe and do the impossible and slay a God.

Individuals like you.

These individuals who manage to slay a Heretic God activate an ancient Ritual anchored to the very bedrock of reality. A Ritual created by the Goddess Pandora in ancient times to stop the rampage of the Heretic Gods who were driving humanity to extinction. Through the power of the Ritual, a human who kills a God is able to usurp the power of the fallen God. These individuals go by many names Rakshasa Raja, Supreme Kings, God slaying Devil Kings, Godslayers but most commonly they are known as Campione."

Harry listened in surprise and shock as Atkins drew a piece of paper from a fold in her dress. "There was an Italian Mage in the early nineteenth century who once said this about the Campione:

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!"

Madame Atkins looked up from the paper and said. "That is what it means to be one of the Campione. If you ordered me to cut down my subordinates in this room I would do so with little hesitation and they would not fight back."

Harry looked horrified at the very thought.

Madame Atkins took a deep breath. "You are now one of the Supreme Kings, your orders are absolute and only a Heretic God or another King may challenge your authority. None other possess the right. In return for this subservience to your will, you must slay the Heretic Gods who descend upon the world."

Harry stood there in a daze his mind a whirl of all what such a life would be like. One where decadence, wealth and power went hand in hand with death, battle and pain. That wasn't a life though it was an existence as an attack dog for humanity. Nothing but a chained animal. He wouldn't be a dog any longer, he had been that for the Dursley's for long enough. Fenrir had told him he was the new Alpha that is what he would be! The new Alpha living his life by his own rules, free and unopposed and he would fight any who tried to stop him!

Yet…

One could not be an Alpha without a pack he thought wryly. Looking at the eyes of the people in the room he could see sympathy, comfort and strength in all their eyes, none saw him as a simple weapon.

Looking down at his new body he said quietly. "What are the changes that happen when someone becomes a Campione?"

Atkins nodded in understanding. His Majesty was trying to change the conversation. She decided to oblige him. "When an individual becomes a Campione any injuries, defects or injuries that the individual had before their ascension will be completely healed from severed limbs to terminal cancer. Everything. That is why your eyesight, malnourishment, scar and damaged torso are all repaired as if they never happened.

There are other benefits a Campione will gain, many of which are related to magic including the Godslayers's famed Magical Resistance which makes them immune to any and all mortal magic, everything will just bounce off them and even the magic of a Heretic God will be negated somewhat. This magic resistance occurs because when a Campione ascends they get an increase in magical power that makes them hundreds of times stronger than even the greatest of Mages and it's this sheer amount of power packed so densely into a mortal body that causes a barrier of extremely dense magical power to appear around them cancelling out any incoming magic. Another ability they gain is increased magical senses allowing them to sense the magic within objects. The other benefits are numerous; they gain near unbreakable bones that are tougher than even steel, an enhanced healing factor, night vision equal to that of a nocturnal predator and the ability to create good luck in games of chance even to the point of effecting chance itself through sheer force of will. It is why it is impossible to win a game involving chance with a Campione without resorting to cheating.

Their vitality is also increased to insane levels allowing them lifespans which can be measured in centuries rather than decades like most humans. All this though pales in comparison to the true power of the Campione, their crown and sceptre, the thing that makes them Supreme Rulers and Demons of untold power. They usurp the Authority of the Divine Being they have slain. Authorities are the divine powers, attributes and qualities that make a God a God and it is the ability to usurp and use these Authorities that truly separates normal humans from the Devil Kings and the longer you live the more you will gain."

Harry just leaned back in shock. Apparently, he was nearly immortal and nigh all powerful. It was a lot to take in for a boy who had spent his entire life he was worthless. Then the last sentence filtered into his brain. "Wait did you just say there will be more?"

The Director slumped in her chair before nodding, her eyes shining with sympathy for the young King. "The Heretic Gods will seek you out to challenge you and if you don't answer they will rampage until you are forced to meet them on the field of battle."

Harry nodded shakily the concept both terrified him yet oddly something new within him relished at the chance to fight these new challengers. Shaking off the feeling he got a stubborn look on his face. "So what is it you want? I'm not stupid you know even I can tell you want something."

The old lady in front of him slumped in her chair before nodding. "Your right of course. Firstly you must know that Mage Associations generally seek out the patronage of a Campione for they are the only ones who can truly combat the Divine and I would like or rather request that you become the patron of the Greenwich Assembly here in Switzerland. We have influence over Central and Eastern Europe along with the Middle East though we have Embassies almost all over the world."

Harry blinked. "That's a hell of an area."

Atkins just nodded. "Due to your age which makes you the youngest King in history by the way, we do not expect you to fulfil your duty and hunt down Heretic God instead we would like to offer our assistance in teaching you the necessary skills and knowledge you will need to survive your battles. I can't make you choose Your Majesty I can only tell you what you could do.

Your future is in your hands."

Harry slumped back in his bed in thought, if he took up their offer then he would have not only people looking out for him but a prime location to gain knowledge about the magic world so he would survive any battles in the future against the Heretic God. On the other hand, if he returned to the Dursleys he would have to continue living as their servant and would likely get challenged by a Heretic God and killed before he could fight back.

It wasn't really an option. Taking a look on the faces of all the people in the room he found nothing but sincere hope in their eyes. Nodding to himself he stood up and as formally as he could addressed the Director. "I Harry James Potter, Campione hereby accept the allegiance of the Greenwich Assembly."

Everyone in the room bowed low to him to signal the completion of the pact.

Atkins shifted nervously in her seat an action which appeared somewhat weird for a woman her age. "Your Majesty I have a request."

Frowning Harry tilted his head. "What is it?" He still felt somewhat uncomfortable being addressed like that especially from someone as old and wise as the Director seemed to be but he didn't want to upset her.

"Well, I wondered if when we announced your name and existence to the world we could do it through a pseudonym, at least until you feel you are ready to fight Heretic Gods."

Confused Harry asked. "Why?" It wasn't like he cared all that much but he was confused as to why he was asking him to hide it.

She sighed and some of the others in the room looked a bit nervous for some reason. "Do you remember when I said you were famous in Britain?"

When he nodded she continued. "Well the Warlocks in general because they don't channel magic the same way using the Gods as conduits, they tend to be a bit more isolated than the other magic users and it has given birth to arrogance and ignorance in their society, it is likely that they will forget or ignore the unwritten rule that no one tries to manipulate a Campione and try to drag you back to Britain so you can be brought up in 'Proper Society' and you will, of course, resist which will result in a blood bath that I hope we can avoid by having you take a different name for the time being until you believe you are ready."

Harry blinked. Well he could understand where she was coming from and if these English Warlocks were really as bad as she said then he wouldn't really want to live with them besides he was supposed to be their savior or something and if dumping him at the Dursleys was what they did to their heroes then he wanted to be nowhere near them.

He nodded. "I understand. It makes sense if you think they would really do that and if dumping me at the Dursleys was the thanks I got for saving them then I want to anywhere but near them."

Atkins and a few of the others let out sighs of relief at the thought that there wouldn't be a bloodbath on their watch and they would be able to get a good night of sleep at night.

Atkins clapped her hands and said brightly. "Now onto the good news."

Harry looked confused. "Good news?"

The old lady just nodded. "Good news. Your Majesty as your first command to your subjects your servant humbly asks if she may punish the Dursley family."

The shark-like grins that suddenly appeared on all the adults in the room caused Harry to blink in surprise before the same grin appeared on his own face. Oh yes, revenge was going to be sweet.


Vernon Dursley was sitting on his normal couch in his perfectly normal living room relaxing as he let out a sigh of happiness. The freak was gone. They had been on holiday and unfortunately they had been forced to bring the waste of space with them but whilst they had been in the villa they had rented in the mountains the freak had disappeared into the woods and never reappeared. Then this group turned up in a pickup truck and knocked him and his family out cold. He had awoken expecting all their things to be stolen only when they checked there was nothing missing. Nothing except the freak. Personally Vernon thought that the boy had been mauled by an animal or something but in the end, it didn't matter. That thing was gone.

Vernon was knocked out of his musings when he heard the sound of someone banging hard on the door.

Groaning he shouted through to the kitchen. "Pet, go and get the door!"

"Okay dear!" he heard her reply as she moved through to the hallway to open the door.

He waited for her to shut the door after sending off the hawker only to hear her let out a small yelp. Frowning he heard the sound of boots thudding against the floor as someone walked through the door of the living room. He looked up to see a burly police officer look in his direction and ask. "Are you Mr Vernon Dursley?"

Vernon then nodded before he realised that he was in his house and he was the boss in here, "Now what do you think you're doing com-"

"Good. Now, Mr Dursley, you are under arrest for over twenty accounts of tax evasion. You have the right to remain silent but anything you do say will be used against you in a court of law." Said the police officer interrupting him.

Vernon paled before he shouted. "You can't do this to m-"

"Yes, I can. Now get your fat arse here." Growled the police officer.

In a daze Vernon let the police officer put handcuffs on him and lead him outside where his wife was also in cuffs crying about all the neighbours seeing her. Suddenly he felt the desire to get away and instantly he acted on it and so did his wife as they both hit the officer that had been next to them and tried to escape. Only to be taken down swiftly by a man with brown hair and blue eyes wearing a suit. Then the police tackled them both to the ground and the one Vernon had hit hissed in his ear. "We can add assaulting a police officer to your list of charges." Which caused Vernon to whimper in fear.

As they were hauled to their feet they were unceremoniously thrown in the back of a police van.

Vernon looked over at Petunia who was shaking in her seat. "What just happened dear, why are we being arrested? What's going to happen to Dudders? What's going on?"

Before he could reply a voice rang out from the door of the van. "I think I can answer that."

Vernon's eyes narrowed this man felt dangerous. "And who are you?"

The younger man just waved his hand languidly. "Oh, no one special. Or at least to you two. No, I'm just here to tell you why this has happened to you."

Vernon went purple as he put the pieces of the puzzle together. "You mean this is a setup! What! Why!?"

Petunia meanwhile cried out. "Why would you do this to us?"

The young man's eyes narrowed dangerously as they went cold. Then a predatory smile crept onto his face. "Why. Why. Why oh why indeed. The reason you see is because of a little something or should I say, little someone you forgot in Greece wanted some revenge."

Vernon's entire thought process collapsed as he heard that. This was because of the… Freak! "The Freak! You're doing this to us. Upstanding citizens because of that Freak! Wait are you one of those Freaks too is that how you did this, bewitched everyone to get us arrested!"

The man laughed humorously though it didn't reach his eyes. "Like His Majesty? No. I am not like him, not even close. Even if I was ten times the man I wouldn't be even close to him. As for how we accomplished this that is very simple and something you understand very well Mr Dursley. Power. Our organisation has great influence when we bother to use it and we used it to make sure they lock you up for a very long time."

Vernon felt like his eyes would pop out. His Majesty? Who would refer to the Freak as that? More importantly, he realized he was beaten. An organisation that could not only get him arrested but guarantee a conviction. He couldn't beat that.

Petunia though screeched. "You won't get away with this!"

The just grinned at her. "Oh, but we already have. Enjoy prison Mr and Mrs Dursley."

With that, the man turned around and left the van closing the door behind him leaving the two Dursleys alone with their thoughts.

Rhodri Carter watched with a certain level of satisfaction as the police van containing the Durlsey's drove away. He had used a little bit of hypnosis to make sure they got assault of a police officer added to their sheet of crimes, just to make sure. It had certainly felt good to get revenge on the foul couple for his King. The way they talked about his King made him want to rip them limb from limb. Hell, let alone his King he would have wanted to do it if they talked like that about any child. He had been careful though and made sure to eliminate any trace of Harry from their house. It wouldn't do for the police to know there had been another child there. Luckily the Dursleys kept him away from others and his men had been able to modify the memories of the local school so no one would remember a Harry Potter in Privet Drive, which was good. They wanted it to seem like he had vanished to the Warlocks not dead. The only chink in the plan was the squib Arabella Figg who turned out to be a spy for Dumbledore. She had been reporting the abuse done to Harry the whole time but nothing seemed to change which had cemented the idea that His Majesty had already been manipulated by the old Warlock in the eyes of the Assembly. Probably wanted the boy to grow up away from his fame and make sure he was pliable when he attended Hogwarts School of Warlocks when he turned eleven Carter thought with a sneer. They had spent some time working on Mrs Figg's mind but they had managed to make sure she would go into a trance and report to Dumbledore that nothing was wrong which should give them two years before he caught on.

Carter turned to return to his Land Rover it was time to return to Switzerland, he was sure everyone would want to see the video of the hated Dursley's fall from grace.


Excerpt from Witenagemot report concerning the ascension of new Campione in the 20th Century.

Fenrir also known as Fenrisúlfr was a God that is pictured heavily in Nose Mythology and is still known by many even to this day.

Fenrir was born the son of Loki the Trickster God and the Giantess Angerboda and brother to the World Serpent Jörmungandr and Hel. When the Gods tried to separate the children in fear of the harm they could cause, Fenrir was chained first with the chain, Leyding which broke the moment the wolf stretched, then the Gods made Dromi which was twice as strong but Fenrir was still able to escape his bindings.

It was only through the creation of the Dwarven forged Glepnir were they able to chain the giant wolf who in his rage bit off the God Týr's hand. The chains were made of six supposedly impossible things: The sound of a cat's footfall, the beard of a woman, the roots of a mountain, the sinews of a bear, the breath of a fish and the spittle of a bird.

Fenrir is prophesied to kill the King of the Norse Gods Odin at the event known as Ragnarök or fate of the Gods only to be killed in turn by Víðarr, Odin's son.

Fenrir is also known to have had two sons, Sköll and Hati who are said to swallow the sun and moon at Ragnarök.

As a wolf Fenrir can be considered a God of the Hunt however his defining aspect is his physical prowess in battle which places the God firmly in the Steel category.

It is through the death of this deity that Elias Wolf become the youngest Campione in history at the tender age of nine.


[Report on the newest Campione, Harry Potter] Classified Grade One. Greenwich Archives.

As mentioned in the public report the newest of the Supreme Kings killed the God Fenrir. It was in single combat in the mountains of Greece. Though why the God was so far south is unknown. It is suspected however that the God was sealed away many years ago, though the reason for its awakening at this time is also currently unknown.

Unknown to the public though is that His Majesty is operating under the pseudonym of Elias Wolf, his true name is Harry Potter the young Warlock famous for vanquishing the Dark Lord known as Lord Voldemort and is hailed as Britain's saviour, the Boy-Who-Lived.

Due to the attitude of the British Warlocks, His Majesty has chosen to work for the time being under a pseudonym as it is considered likely that they will try to force His Majesty to return to the UK and bend to their will which will end disastrously for them, likely with large numbers of casualties. So in order to avert such a crisis, His Majesty will be hiding his true identity till he feels he is old enough to deal with them.

The current number of Authorities His Majesty has gained from killing Fenrir is unknown and his young age puts him at a severe disadvantage.

He was also completely unaware of the existence of magic or spells despite his status. There is an ongoing investigation for the reason for this.

As such he is not considered to hold absolute authority.

However.

It must be remembered that whilst his power is still in its infancy, he is still a Campione. Towards Mages such as myself, he is still a power beyond comprehension. He is a boy who will one day stand as a King unquestioned. A cosmic irony. A non-human charged with the protection of humanity. A force of nature that can't be contained.