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.

This chapter is a little different and instead focus on Harry and instead is a the story of his friend Blaise Zabini and his introduction to Hogwarts. He will take the place of Harry at Hogwarts and will got through some of the events of the original Harry Potter timeline. I wanted to include the main cast of Hogwarts even without Harry being there and this the way I have done that. It will be a little while until Harry faces his next God in combat and in fact I have Harry confronting another Campione before that occurs. I wanted to spread out the timeline a bit in order to get the best of both the Harry Potter verse and the Campione verse.

I also haven't decided if I should add Godou into the story or not, it is still up in the air. Though if I do he will still usurp Verethragna.

Chapter 4 - Blaise off to Hogwarts

At the same time far off in castle in Scotland, Albus Dumbledore was in a state of panic whilst trying to pretend everything was alright. The most famous Warlock in the world sat at his desk as he forced himself to stop biting his fingernails to calm his nerves. His Deputy was walking back and forth in front of his desk in a state of panic certainly wasn't helping him clam his nerves. "How did this happen, Albus?!"

Dumbledore just rubbed his forehead. "I don't know, none of my Tracking Charms are working, I have no way to locate him and the memories of even Arabella who was watching the boy have been tampered with to report that there was nothing wrong."

Dumbledore was worried, he'd been in his office when his Deputy had burst in holding the letter that should have gone to Harry Potter but for some reason, the letter had no address which should be impossible and the Owl's refused to carry it.

The letter ready to invite the young impressionable boy back to his true home and away from his abusive relatives where he could guide the young boy along the right path, all for the Greater Good of course. He couldn't tell his Deputy that she wouldn't understand the sacrifices that must be made to stop future Dark Lords from rising but… if Harry was no longer at Privet Drive put all his plans in jeopardy.

Once his Deputy had told him the problem he had taken a look at his instruments designed to monitor the Wards around Number Four Privet Drive only to discover they were all inactive. McGonagall had asked him when the last time he checked them and he had been forced to lie not wanting to tell the women that he couldn't actually remember the last time he bothered checking on the boy.

Together they had used his fireplace to go to Arabella's house using the Floo connection to find out what had happened. It had not ended well.

Flashback

Dumbledore raised himself up out of his chair and made his way to the fireplace, in a rush of bright robes.

"Come Minerva, we shall go to Arabella's hopefully she will have the answers we are looking for, if not we will go directly to young Harry to find out the truth, perhaps he will know the answer to this riddle." he said to his Deputy, he also really needed some blood from the boy to create new trackers, it wouldn't do for him to lose complete control of his pawn after all.

"Alright Albus, I just hope the wee lad is okay, he's been through so much what with losing James and Lily." Replied Minerva McGonagall the Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts. A woman who genuinely cared about the young boy they were going to go see. His parents had been students and later friends to the elderly Witch and she cared deeply for the boy despite not having seen him in ten years.

Dumbledore grabbed a handful of Floo Powder and threw it into the flames as he said clearly. "Arabella Figg's House!" Before stepping into the fireplace as green flame enveloped him.

He emerged in a rather dingy room that reeked of unwashed cats. Looking around he could see a mixture of regular cats and Kneazle's lying about everywhere in the room. From the couch to the shelves on the wall, the entire room was covered in felines.

An old woman's voice rang out from a different part of the house. "Albus is that you?!"

Dumbledore moved out of the way as his Deputy stepped out of the Floo and he looked up to see a kindly old woman standing in the doorway. "Hello Arabella, it's good to see you are well."

The owner of the house smiled at her two guests. "So I'm sure you are here about Harry?"

Albus inclined he head whilst Minerva looked slightly agitated as if she wanted to tear off to Number Four right that instant. "How is the boy?"

Arabella got a slightly glazed look in her eyes as she said. "He's doing fine, no problems to report."

Albus nodded and asked. "Has anyone odd appeared on privet Dive recently? Or have there been any siting's of any other magic users in the area?"

Arabella just shook her head, the glaze in her eye still present. "He's doing fine, no problems to report."

Dumbledore paused as he looked confused at his spy in Privet Drive. Then a tingle of dread ran down his spine. Reaching out with Legilimency he brushed against her mind as he searched for something. His heart fell further as he discovered what he was looking for. Her mind had been tampered with. Whoever had done it was seemingly very good if the mental manipulations were any indications. It seemed like she had been programmed to give a certain response whenever he checked up on young Harry.

His spy had been utterly compromised and for a good while if the age of the manipulations on her mind were any indication.

Withdrawing from her mind he shook himself as he addressed Arabella with a grim look on his face. "You're mind has been tampered with."

Arabella looked taken aback as McGonagall screeched. "What?!"

Dumbledore turned to address his Deputy. "Try asking her what Harry is like."

McGonagall looked confused before she nodded and addressed the cat-loving squib. "Arabella, how is Harry?"

The glazed look in her eyes returned. "He's doing fine, no problems to report."

Now McGonagall was looking at her in surprise and shock. Arabella just shook her head before seeing both magicals looking at her with grim looks. "What's wrong?"

Dumbledore shook his head as he began to make his way to the front door in a hurry. "We have to go check on Harry now!"

Dumbledore burst out of Arabella's house and ran down the road with speed defying his old age as McGonagall rushed after him. Arriving in front of Number Four Privet Drive he made his way up the path and banged on the front door as his Deputy somewhat out of breath arrived behind him. He had one hand in his robes on his wand just in case he needed it, not knowing who was on the other side.

He tensed as he heard the sound of footsteps approaching the door. The door was pulled open to reveal a young looking woman. She had blond hair and hazel coloured eyes. She wasn't Petunia Dursley.

Dumbledore blinked as the woman looked curiously and slightly wary at the two strangely dressed people in front of her. "Can I help you, sir?"

Dumbledore got over his surprise. "Sorry to bother you young lady but do you know where the Dursley family live, I was under the impression this was their address?"

The woman looked thoughtful for a moment. "Dursley? Ah, now I remember they were arrested a few years ago, we got the house after they were sentenced.

Dumbledore looked worried. "They had children do you know what happened to them?"

The woman looked surprised. "Children? No, they only had one child a Dudley Dursley if I recall. A rather large child he was a bit spoilt too if what the neighbours say is true."

"Are you sure? There wasn't a black haired boy with green eyes and a scar on his forehead was there?" His tone was now bordering on panicked.

The woman now looked suspiciously and slightly angry at him. "I do not like being called a lier by a man dressed in a dress with stars on it."

Dumbledore now on the edge of a full-blown panic probed the women's thought, she had never even heard the name, Harry Potter. She was also going to call the police about two strange people on her front door… Perhaps it was time to leave.

Smiling a very strained smile at the woman he said. "Thank you for your help miss we shall be on our way."

She just grunted and slammed the door in his face.

Albus turned around as he walked away his smile gone as thunder seemed to cloud his face causing McGonagall to step back in surprise. "Harry has gone, someone has modified everyone's memories. In the eyes of Little Whinging Harry Potter no longer exists."

"Oh my!" Was McGonagall's only response as she trailed after her boss.

Neither noticed two people in the house opposite standing at the window on the top floor watching them with a camera, taking pictures as they walked down the street. One of them raised a mobile phone to his ear as he turned away from the window. He had a report to give to his Bosses back in Switzerland.

End Flashback

As his flustered Deputy left his office now sworn to secrecy. He held his head in his hands as he thought about where everything had gone so utterly wrong, it seemed like the memory modifications had occurred a few years ago meaning Harry could be anywhere in the world by now with almost no hope of finding him. He'd lost his best chance of taking out Voldemort and couldn't manipulate his little martyr to die for the Greater Good. The only thing he could hope for was that the boy would turn up on the train when September came around. This was on top of everything else that had been going wrong in the last two years. A new Campione had emerged in Europe and allied himself to the Greenwich Assembly, tipping the already precarious balance between the I.C.W and the Mage Associations but more than that he'd ascended to the position at age nine!

Nine!

How does one kill a God at nine years of age!?

Anyways because of the emergence of a new King, the influence of the ICW of which he was Supreme Mugwump (A perfectly respectable title thank you very much!) had begun to decrease in Europe and for some reason ever since Elias Wolf had joined them the relationship between the Greenwich Assembly and the ICW had greatly deteriorated. If the glares their representative sent him every time he looked at Albus where any indication it didn't look to be a situation that would change anytime soon.

That was a problem. He'd hoped he would be able to invite the young boy to speak with him in his office in the I.C.W Headquarters help guide him to support the Warlocks rather than than the other Magic users, hoping his young age would make him an impressionable soul but when he'd put forward the idea to the Assembly's representative the man looked like he was trying to stop himself from punching him in the face. Him the great Albus Dumbledore! In the end, the man had just stalked off without a word.

Their had long since been tension between the Mage Associations and members of the I.C.W and the various Ministries. Many Ministry and I.C.W officials believed that they were a higher authority in the magical community than the various Mage Associations and many were loud in their complaints to any willing to listen. Albus found himself amongst these numbers even though the majority of those with this set of opinions were those who supported the Pureblood movement. It was one of the only times that Dumbledore's opinion coincided with theirs.

Of course that argument eventually led to the proverbial Nundu in the room. The God Slaying Devil Kings, those Rakshasa Raja, those Kings on high who loom over all in the Magical World like proverbial Swords of Damocles. Each keeping the powerful movers and shakers of the Magical World under their boots like servants. He hated them with a burning passion that the 'Lord of Light' felt for little other, Dumbledore despite his advanced age and high position had never stood in the presence of one of the Kings of the Mystical World and had never seen the power behind their vaunted stature. Perhaps that was why despite the rest of the Magical World believing otherwise he viewed those monstrous Kings no greater than him. Of course the 'Leader of the Light' never voiced that opinion out loud to the world, whilst he did not fear the Godslayers he was not foolish enough to challenge the Mage Associations that stood behind them, he believed they were the more powerful force than the Campione's themselves. Of course this view was a complete fallacy, whilst many of the Associations were powerful in their own right they were no greater than the different Ministries of the Warlock community in terms of power and scale, no it was the Campione that had chosen to ally with them that truly shifted the scales in their favor. Those powerful tyrants shattered the balance between the different schools of magic without even trying.

Dumbledore shook his head as he focused back onto the real problem. Harry was his focus he'd just have to wait for September first and if Harry didn't show… well, he had no idea what he would do.


Blaise Zabini stood on the normal side of King's Cross Station with a trolley in front of him which contained a large trunk and a beautiful white owl in a cage looking around curiously from between its bars. His mother stood next to him along with two Knights of the Assembly that had been sent to guard the Deputy Director of the Archives. Sienna Zabini had a cool sophisticated aura around her as she ignored the many men who ogled her as they walked past, though none attempted to approach her with the two menacing looking bodyguards stood on each side of her.

"Are you ready to go Blaise?" Said Sienna as she looked down at her young son.

Blaise nodded. "Yes, mother I am. I have everything I need."

She nodded at her son but was side-tracked as both she and her son's attention were drawn to the loud voices of a gaggle of redheads wearing robes walking down the platform. "Number nine and three-quarters Ginny, don't forget!"

There was a plump looking woman along with a pair of identical twins and a pompous looking boy who all looked like they were of age to go to Hogwarts. Along with them was a boy with food stains on his front who looked like he was of a first year and a young girl with pigtails who looked like the youngest of the group.

"Yes, mum." Said the only girl in the group. She was looking around and so was the mother as if looking for someone, thought hey were doing so somewhat discretely.

"Those are the Weasleys aren't they?" Asked Blaise as he looked up at his mother.

"Yes, they are and they are talking about magic in such a public place, it's like they want to be caught or something." Huffed Sienna as she gazed at the red haired family.

As Molly Weasley disappeared into the gate to Platform Nine and Three Quarters she had made one last comment about Hogwarts and taken a cursory look around before disappearing into the wall.

Blaise looked up at his mother and said. "What was one of the so-called 'Pureblood' families doing on this side of the platform?"

Sienna hummed. "They are famous for being puppets for Dumbledore so it is likely they were here to guide Harry onto the platform just in case he turned up. It would be a good way to keep His Majesty under the Headmasters control. He would be able to integrate himself and gain the trust of His Majesty through the Weasleys who are diehard supports of his. How ingenious. Of cause, since His Majesty isn't even attending Hogwarts the whole thing is pointless."

Blaise nodded though he had to suppress a shiver at how callous the Headmaster was. Any friendship made with the Weasleys would have been built entirely on a lie though the rumors he had heard about the Twins Fred and George had been rather amusing and gave him a measure of hope for the family, they seemed to have pranking in common so who knows, perhaps they could end up friends. Stranger things had happened, like becoming friends with a Godslayer.

"Now I have a message from Harry, he says to 'keep pranking people and make sure to have fun.'" Sienna said with some amusement as she looked down at her son. Harry and Blaise had become pranksters for a time and terrorised the Assembly until the Director had put her foot down after they got her covered in purple paint and she told them to stop… though not before pranking them back.

He hadn't been able to look at a rubber duck the same way since.

Basie just grinned as he gave his mother one last hug. "Goodbye, mother."

"Have fun, my son." Sienna responded as she returned the hug.

With that Blaise made his way across the station taking one last look back to see his mother waving. Smiling he waved back before walking straight into the barrier and into the world of Warlocks.

He came out of the portal onto a platform filled with parents and children moving about and saying their goodbyes. Many of them were wearing Warlock robes and some were dressed in an assortment of normal clothes in an effort to fit in with the the more mundane world but the clothes they were wearing were at least a few decades out of fashion.

He gasped as he looked at the large red steam engine. It was an old model, looked like it had been made at the beginning of the twentieth century if not earlier but it was still a masterpiece of engineering that Blaise couldn't help admire.

Shaking himself from his revelry he took his trunk off his trolley and grabbed it with one hand. With the other hand, he took the cage his bird was in and opened the latch allowing her to hop out. She looked around before hooting at him.

"Hello, Hedwig. You can make our way to Hogwarts if you want. No reason to keep you in the cage." Blaise said as he addressed the bird.

Archimedes, the beautiful Owl who had been named by Harry hooted and nuzzled his cheek before taking to the sky as she began the trip to Scotland.

Grabbing the empty cage with his other hand Blaise made his way onto the train moving out of the way of students in the older years, some of whom sneered at him for his normal clothes. Stupid inbred Warlocks.

Most of them didn't even know what a car was, who were they to judge him!

He found an empty compartment and with strength defying his young age he swung his heavy trunk up onto the rack above the seats. He sat down on one of the seats and made himself comfortable by the window.

As he sat there his mind drifted back as he thought about how his life had changed over the years.

He closed his eyes as he rested against the wall getting lost in his thoughts as he remembered the early years when his mother had been distraught at the loss of his father and all the lovers she took afterwards. She had looked like a walking zombie and the only thing she could concentrate on for any period of time was him.

It had been made worse by the gossiping of the Pureblood 'Elite' who accused his mother of murdering the men for their fortunes because she was a foreigner. The insensitive children who would make fun of him for not having a father certainly made it worse and he remembered crying himself to sleep numerous times.

He had hated every minute of it but then the problem had been found by a member of the Greenwich Assembly who had taken them to Magier Festung and identified the problem. It had been upsetting for his mother to learn she would be single the rest of her life but at least she now knew that it wasn't her fault that they died but the Curses.

He, on the other hand, was relieved that they had left the cesspool that was Warlock Britain. It had meant he could learn all about the so-called 'muggles' who once he had actually sat down and studied he found fascinating, whilst they were individually weaker than any magic user of any discipline they had managed to adapt and create amazing pieces of technology that assisted them in their own way. They weren't inferior to the poit of being no better than cattle as some ex Death Eaters had called them when he had been in Britain. They were just different. Whilst they were not individually powerful in the same way the Warlocks were they had created wondrous things on a scale that beggared belief. That and learning about the other groups of magic users, the Mage Associations and the Heretic Gods had all been amazing.

He'd been living at the castle for a few years when he had heard rumours that the new Campione had joined the Assembly. He knew all about the Supreme Kings, the Warlocks portrayed them to be Dark Lords though none dared to say that to their faces, the Associations view on them had been completely different, more of a necessary evil. The better option than unopposed rampaging Heretic Gods.

He still remembered the first time he had met Harry Potter also known to the wider magical community as Elias Wolf, the boy who had turned his life on its head. He had woken up, had breakfast and sat down for his daily tutoring session with his mother in a room off the central section of the Archives. It was a day like any other but his mother had come in with a boy about his age who had black hair and green eyes. The two had instantly made friends and Blaise found himself surprised that he had so easily made friends with someone when he was usually far quieter and reserved but their had been something almost magnetic about the green eyed boy. A bone deep charisma that he seemed to exude form every pour.

It had been on their second day of tutoring when he had realised who he was sitting next to. Harry Potter or Elias Wolf, whichever name he chose to think about made him feel dizzy. He had been sitting next to one of the seven most powerful individuals in the world learning Geography for an entire afternoon, and he hadn't even realised!

There next meeting had been slightly awkward what with the starry-eyed look he'd given Harry the next tutoring session. He'd gotten over it… eventually. Then Harry had spent a good few weeks ribbing him about it.

In all honesty, he hadn't truly realised the sheer gulf in ability between them until he'd seen the aftermath of his battle with Lord Salvatore of Italy. The forest had been utterly destroyed as if someone had taken a massive clever to it and ripped the trees to pieces. There were massive cracks and craters in the forest floor and the air… there was so much magic it felt as if he was suffocating in it. As he saw the two Campione sitting together amid all the chaos as if nothing was wrong with the world he'd seen the power that made them King's unquestioned.

Only one thought permeated his brain at the sight, the Dark Lord was nothing! He'd been forced to spend time with the children of the Dark Family's in Britain and listen to how great and powerful the Dark Lord was but… upon gazing on that battlefield he came to the realisation that no matter how strong the Dark Lord had been he had nothing on a Campione! No wonder he lost to Harry.

It had been that day seeing the aftermath of the true power of the God Slaying Devil Kings that he'd made the vow to Harry to serve him, the unconscious aura of majesty he released was awe-inspiring. As long as he was with Harry he knew life would be interesting and he wasn't about to abandon his best friend and the only person he had ever truly admired.

That was why even here whilst he was away from Harry who was probably still experimenting with the Green Dragon Crescent Blade. He would gather allies to assist his King in the Warlock World should he ever need them. It was one of the things Blaise had sworn to do for his King whilst he was no longer at his side.

He was dragged out of his musing when he saw a young girl with bushy brown hair and chocolate coloured eyes open the door and look inside another figure standing nervously behind her. "Can we come in?"

Blaise looked at the girl, obviously judging by her clothes she was a Muggleborn, that was good, in his experience they were always better to deal with than the Purebloods though that just might be his personal bias against Purebloods getting in the way. "Sure come on in."

She nodded and lugged her trunk in as another boy walked timidly in behind her. He had brown hair and if Blaise remembered correctly he was Neville Longbottom son of the Aurors Frank and Alice Longbottom. A couple that had been tortured into near insanity by the insane Bellatrix Lestrange.

Blasie, ever the gentlemen stood up and said. "Here let me help you."

Grabbing the girl's trunk which seemed even heavier than his he pulled it up and onto the rack then he took Neville's and did the same. The girl looked rather impressed. "You picked them up as if they were nothing."

Blaise just shrugged, the benefits of having a near invincible sparring partner and the goal of fighting alongside the pinnacle of the magic world meant he'd pushed himself far more than most his age. Both physically and mentally he was a step above most of his pears.

Sitting back in his seat he said. "So I'm Blaise Zabini and a first year, who are you two?"

Neville looked somewhat startled at hearing his name and looked at him with a mixture of fear and wariness though the girl didn't seem to notice it and happily introduced herself. "Oh I'm sorry, my name is Hermione Granger and this is Neville Longbottom we are first years like you."

"Non-Warlock parents?" He asked as he looked at her.

She blinked before giving him a guarded and slightly angry look. "There were some people earlier who had a problem with my parents not being magical, is that going to be an issue?"

Raising an eyebrow he shook his head. "No despite being what they call a Pureblood I couldn't care less and in fact, I spent half of my childhood in the mundane world."

She brightened up as Neville now looked confused though he seemed too afraid to ask anything. "That's great… oh, I can't wait to go to Hogwarts, I had no idea what was wrong with me. It was such a relief to learn that I had magic. Then it all made sense!"

Blaise felt the corners of his mouth twitch in amusement. This girl seemed just full of energy and she appeared to be rather intelligent.

He was distracted from his thoughts as the door opened again. Standing in the doorway were two girls one had blond hair and blue eyes with an indifferent look on her face whilst the other had brown hair and grey eyes and looked to be rather excited. "May we come in, we didn't want to share with Malfoy, and we couldn't stomach being in his presence any longer." The blond asked, her voice monotone the entire time.

Blaise suppressed a grimace at hearing the blond ponce's name, he still remembered the boy's sneering face from his childhood. It seemed their guess had been correct he really was going to Hogwarts.

"Sure I can't imagine sharing with him would be a good experience for your first trip to Hogwarts." Blaise said with a smile.

The girls sat down as Blaise put their trunks away just as the train began to set off for Scotland. As they made themselves comfortable they introduced themselves "It is a pleasure to meet you all, my name is Daphne Greengrass and this is Tracy Davis."

Blaise nodded he could; vaguely remember her from his memories back when he'd been in England and if he remembered correctly she had never been a very big fan of Malfoy or the whole Pureblood nonsense. "I'm Blaise Zabini this is Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Greengrass raised her manicured eyebrow. "Zabini? That's a name I haven't heard in a while, most thought you and your mother had died."

Blaise just grunted. "We left the Warlock community and joined a Mage Association."

Daphne nodded in understanding though she seemed surprised from the knowledge though she hid it well. "That would explain it."

Hermione looked confused and Neville looked scared at what he thought were three members of Dark Family's sharing a compartment with him. Unable to keep her curiosity at bay Hermione asked. "What is a Ma-"

She was interrupted by the sound of the door being roughly opened and in walked one of the Weasley boys Blaise had seen earlier. If Blaise was right it was the youngest son. He looked exhausted like he'd run up and down the train more than once.

"Is there a spare seat here? There weren't any spare compartments." He didn't even stop to hear an answer as the boy found a seat and plopped down in it. "I'm Ron Weasley. Nice to meet you."

Everyone in the compartment raised their eyebrow at his lack of manners. Blaise ignored it and drawled. "Pleasure. My name is Blaise Zabini, this is Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Tracy Davis and Daphne Greengrass. Now, why do you look so tired?"

Weasley just groaned. "Looking for Harry Potter, mum said to befriend him. Wait, Zabini, Davis and Greengrass are Dark Families! What are Death Eater spawn doing in my compartment?!"

Blaise had to stop himself from snorting in amusement, there was no way he'd ever find Harry since he wasn't even on the train though the connotations of what he was saying were certainly disturbing.

Ron was now looking around the compartment glaring at the three so-called evil children whilst Hermione looked confused and scandalised at his behaviour and Neville was agreeing with Ron though he didn't seem to like the way Ron had said it.

Greengrass just hissed at him. "Shut up Weasley! None of our families were Death Eaters now stop going around and pointing fingers at others without proof!"

Ron had gone red in anger whilst Neville spoke up in the silence before Ron could explode. "W-What do you mean not Dark? I-I thought your families were Dark? Especially Zabini's, h-his mother killed all seven of her husbands for their money."

Ron nodded along whilst Hermione now looked slightly frightened. Blaise just groaned. "No Longbottom that's not what happened. My mother was cursed so that any man she fell in love with would die or leave her. She still has the Curse so she can't fall in love anyone without losing the man she loves. It's actually rather sad if you think about it."

Ron looked like he didn't quite believe his story whilst Tracy looked at him with sympathy, even Daphne who didn't seem the type to show her emotions showed pity towards his mother. Neville looked extremely apologetic and pale, he more than most knew what a life-damaging Curse could do to a person. Hermione looked horrified. "Who would Curse her like that?!"

Blaise looked down and spoke bitterly. "She picked up a cursed tablet made by the God Himeros."

Daphne, Tracy, Neville looked horrified. They had heard the rumours of the power of Heretic Gods. But only rumours and records it wasn't something Warlock's liked to talk about after all. Ron and Hermione looked confused though judging by Ron's behaviour so far it looked like it was more out of stupidity than ignorance like Hermione who asked "God? But Gods don't exist!"

Blaise just raised an eyebrow. "How much of the Magic World do you know about?"

Hermione looked confused. "Well, I know that the people who can use magic are called Warlocks? Beyond that, there are magical creatures and races like Mermaids and Goblins. What else is there?"

Blaise snorted causing Granger to glare at him. She really didn't seem to not like knowing something. Everyone else in the room was surprised at her ignorance but had left Blaise to explain to her. "Warlocks are just one group who use magic there are others like Daoist Artists and Mages who utilise magic but they are governed under separate organisations known as Mage Associations, each Association having authority over a given area. Warlocks don't mix with the others as they believe that since their power doesn't derive from the Gods like the other five types of magic they are above the others, a thought that is only made worse by the concept of blood purity. So the Ministry tries to suppress knowledge of their existence which is why you haven't heard of this before in any introduction booklets about magic."

Granger blinked in surprise then she looked excited. "So Zeus, Poseidon and Athena they're all real!? Does that mean they created humans? Can people speak to them?"

Blaise nodded. "Yes, all the gods from every mythology exist except none of them are friendly. You see Gods are created by the thoughts and dreams of humans as we create their myths. Sometimes when they feel constrained by their Myth they descend onto the world and become what is referred to as a Heretic God. They run rampage indiscriminately attacking everything in sight until one of the seven Supreme Kings can kill them. Their rampages are often covered up as natural disasters in order to keep the magical world a secret."

Hermione looked aghast at the thought of a being as powerful as a God going on a rampage. Then a thought permeated her brain. "Wait, you said King? There are Kings in the Magic World? You mean there are people capable of killing Gods?"

Blaise nodded excitedly whilst everyone else exchanged nervous looks. No one who grew up as a Warlock in Britain knew much about the Campione's only that they were extremely dangerous, they were the stuff of superposition and nightmare. Not that that was a wholly surprising view on them nor one taken only by the Warlocks, even the rest of the Magical Community that interacted with them far more often than the Warlocks viewed them as despots and tyrants, the only difference is that Mage Associations recognized the fact that they were a far better alternative to rampaging Heretic Gods and so chose to subordinate themselves to these Kings in order to seek protection from them. Most of the people in the compartment though who had grown up around magic could still remember the stories their mothers had read to them before they went to bed about the Devil Kings. Their unmatched power and their terrifying battles with the Heretic Gods.

"Dark Lords the lot of them! Anyone who can kill a God has to be Dark!" Spat Weasley as his ears went red in anger.

"R-Ron's right you know, my Gran says that they are m-monsters." Stuttered Longbottom.

Blaise scowled at them as Hermione asked. "What is everyone talking about?!"

Greengrass looked at the muggleborn girl before replying. "The story goes that long ago the Gods ran rampage across the world, terrorising humanity unopposed until the Goddess Pandora created a Black Ritual through the sacrifice of a God's death to grant the power of that Deity upon the human who managed to do the impossible and slay them. Those who succeed in doing the impossible and defying fate to slay a God in single combat are known as Campione."

Granger looked shocked at that news. "Wow! Then why does Weasley over there say that they're Dark Lords?"

Daphne snorted. "There is a reason Campione are also known as Devil Kings. They rule through power and fear because there are literally no mortal magic users who can match them in battle. Even the vaulted Albus Dumbledore who is considered the strongest Warlock alive wouldn't be able to take more than a single serious hit from a Godslayer. So if a Campione went on a rampage short of another Campione or Heretic God none can stop them. That is why they are so feared."

Granger seemed slightly afraid but Greengrass looked inquisitively at Blaise. "You seem to disagree with that Zabini?"

Everyone looked at Blaise who had balled his hands into fists at Ron's remarks about his best friend and King. "You're wrong about them. Campione are… rulers. Sure they aren't all perfect… a few far from it but they should be respected for doing their job. Trust me they are nothing like weak men like Voldemort."

Those who grew up with magic made strangled noises at hearing Voldemort's name whilst Blaise looked on impassively.

"Y-You said Yo-You-Know-Who's name!" Squeaked out Weasley his face now pale.

Blaise just glared at him. "Once you have seen the aftermath of a 'friendly' spar between Campione you realise just how weak in comparison Warlocks like Voldemort are."

Everyone in the compartment looked surprised at that and Greengrass voiced what everyone was thinking. "You've met a Campione?"

Weasley now looked triumphant. "I knew you were Dark, Zabini!"

Daphne stared imperiously at him. "Shut up Weasley. No one here wants to hear your jumped up one-sided opinions. If you want to stay in this compartment keep your mouth shut. Now Zabini are you telling you have met one of the Kings?"

Blaise had a feral smile on his face. "Yes. My mother went to the Greenwich Assembly and became a member, I met Elias Wolf two years ago."

Everyone but Hermione gasped. Granger now somewhat annoyed at not knowing anything asked. "Elias Wolf, who's that?"

Greengrass swallowed nervously. "Lord Elias Wolf, youngest to ever become a Campione. At the age of nine. He joined the Greenwich Assembly Mage Association back then and has been there ever since. He is one of the three Campione residing in Europe. The other two being the Campione of Italy, the [King of Swords], Lord Doni Salvatore and the [Balkan Devil], Marquis Sasha Dejanstahl Voban."

Granger turned to Blaise and said. "And you met him?!"

Everyone listened in as Blaise shrugged. "You forget, despite being a Campione they still have emotions. They are incredibly willful and refuse any attempt to control them with great displays of violence and destruction but as long as you don't anger one they will on the whole leave you alone"

Everyone just stared at him. He just shook his head, he got why they were so afraid, Campione did not exactly have good reputations, quite the opposite in fact and it was a deserving one in many cases. Many were like great beasts, wild and untameable that if angered would prove fatal to whoever or whatever had managed to enrage them so and if one got into a fight with a Heretic God it was best to be as far away as humanly possible less a stray attack destroy you in any one of the many creative ways a Godslayer could do battle.

Not even his best friend was immune to those bloodthirsty instincts though he controlled them better than almost any of his other brothers and sisters, he still had his moments and it was when he was angry that Blaise knew just how different he and the boy he called King and best friend were. When Harry got angry, everyone felt it. It was like an almost physical pressure weighing down on your shoulders and caused anyone who caught his eyes to tremble in fear, Harry wasn't human. he was something greater, higher that he could ever reach.

Greengrass just shook her head. "That's insane you know. Most people are terrified of them."

Blaise just shrugged before he said. "Don't mention it to anyone else, I'm not supposed to tell anyone I've met him and I'm sure Lord Wolf wouldn't be pleased if news reached him that I had discussed him with you lot." He finished the sentence with a pointed look at Weasley and everyone quickly agreed, none liking the idea of a Godslayer being upset with them.

As they settled into silence Greengrass and Davis were now looking at him with appraising looks, Weasley meanwhile looked disgusted by him and in the end couldn't stand being around 'Dark Scum' as he called them and stalked out the compartment.

Longbottom looked thoughtful and Granger looked excited that she'd learnt new things about the magic world especially about other magic users.

He along with everyone else in the compartment looked up when someone else opened the door to the compartment, and standing there in all his greased back blond haired glory was Draco Malfoy. Behind him were if Blaise remembered correctly, Vincent Crabbe and Greggory Goyle.

Malfoy looked around the room as he frowned when he saw Tracy and Daphne but sneered at Neville, Weasley and Hermione. His eyes turned to Blaise and he frowned as if he couldn't recognise who he was. Moving on, he sneered at Daphne and Tracy. "So Greengrass, Davis decided to hang out with those of lesser standing have you?"

Daphne looked coldly at him. "What we do is none of your business Malfoy now get out of here."

He just sneered. "It doesn't matter, anyways I'm looking for Harry Potter have you seen him. Not that he would hang out with something like her." He said a she pointed at a hurt looking Hermione.

Blaise looked at him coldly as he inwardly laughed. Harry wouldn't hang out with Malfoy if he was the last person on earth. "Get out of here Malfoy nobody wants you here and if Potter is even here I doubt he would want to be friends with an idiot like you that believes in something as ridicules as 'blood purity'.

Malfoy went pink as he glared imperiously at Blaise. "Who do think you are to judge someone of such upstanding stock like me?"

Blaise raised an eyebrow. "Blaise Zabini I wonder if you remember me?"

Draco blinked and then said. "The Zabini's? Aren't they a pureblood family, so why are you hanging out with mudbloods?"

Blaise froze in his seat as he looked at the curious Malfoy. He hadn't heard anyone say that word for a long time, Harry hated it after hearing what it meant and how many of the different Warlocks would call his mother that when she was still alive and since then he had forbidden the use of it by any within the Assembly, that rule was one he enforced with steel and Divinity and his beliefs had rubbed off on Blasie.

"Don't call her that." He responded slowly much to Draco's surprise. Usually most people don't come out and oppose him, not even the Purebloods, the only ones who ever did were Susan Bones and Daphne Greengrass though the second one was considerably more intelligent and underhanded about it.

Malfoy just smirked. "Or what?"

Blaise went still as he glared at Malfoy as he tried to mimic the look Harry got when he was angry. His voice now low and dangerous he said. "I would leave here now Malfoy whilst you can. You won't like the consequences if you stay and continue to insult others."

Malfoy had gone pale as he looked at the boy he hadn't seen in many years. He was much taller, lean and the look in his eyes was downright terrifying. Raising his head up like a peacock he said whilst trying to maintain as much pride as possible. "Come, Crabbe, Goyle we shall leave before the stench of mud and traitors causes us to throw up."

With that he left the compartment, his bookends following dumbly behind him. Blaise just shook his head, one day that boy was going to piss off someone he shouldn't and it was going to cost him.

As everyone else in the compartment settled down after the entertainment they began to get to know one another and Blaise thought to himself. 'Perhaps Hogwarts wouldn't be so bad after all.'


He stood in front of the large doors to the Great Hall of Hogwarts he looked around at the others standing idly around him. Granger was looking nervous as she recited spell after spell under her breath. Greengrass and Davis were standing stoically but Blasie could see the nervousness hidden under their masks. Weasley was being ignored as he moved between muttering something about a Troll and glaring at him, Malfoy was standing there looking around for someone, Blaise guessed that he was looking for Harry, not that the idiotic ferret would find him.

The trip to Hogwarts on the Express had been rather enjoyable, everyone in the compartment was intelligent and seemed to get on together, they had discussed the benefits and drawbacks of each of the Houses and all but Weasley had agreed to stay friends no matter what House they got into. Weasley had grumbled that he would never be friends with a filthy snake but his opinion had been summarily ignored. The trip using animated boats had been a novel experience and had certainly been an interesting way to arrive at the school but the view of the castle from the lake was certainly worth it. In his opinion, it wasn't quite as beautiful as Magier Festung but it was damn close and the way the lights had reflected the castle in the water had been beautiful.

The Deputy Headmistress of the school a Professor Minerva McGonagall had greeted them at the entrance to the castle, taking them off the hands of the half-giant Groundskeeper Rubeus Hagrid who had brought them up from the train and given them a speech about their Houses being their new family. She looked like a rather intimidating woman, what with her hair done up in a bun as she peered down at them over her glasses. Blaise would have been afraid but then once you have seen an angry Campione, not much else can scare you anymore. She spoke up after having quelled the growing argument between Malfoy and Weasley with but a stern look. "Alright everyone follow me in a nice and orderly fashion."

With that, she turned around and the massive doors opened wide revealing Hogwarts Great Hall in all its glory. Blaise walked in along with the rest of the first years and he had to actually physically stop himself from gaping along with the rest of the first years as he saw the enchanted ceiling. There were four long ornate tables filled with students in different coloured robes. Red for the Gryffindor's, blue for the Ravenclaw's, yellow for the Hufflepuff's and finally green for the Slytherin's. As they walked into the large hall Blaise saw all the students watching them as they made their way up to the front.

As they gathered at the front of the Hall McGonagall put a three-legged chair down at the front and pulled out an old tattered looking hat and placed it on the stool. Then she took out a roll of parchment and she peered down at it. "When I call your name come up here and sit on the stool and wait until your house is called out."

Reading out the first name she called out in a loud clear voice. "Hannah Abbot."

A young looking girl with pigtails walked nervously to the front and McGonagall placed the hat on her head. It seemed to come alive before shouting out in a male voice. "HUFFLEPUFF!"

As the names began to get called out Blaise took a chance to have a look at the teachers sitting up at the Head Table. He could see the massive form of Rubeus Hagrid sat next to the Astronomy Professor Aurora Sinistra if Blaise remembered correctly. Next to her was an empty seat which must have been the Deputy's for next to her was the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Warlocks himself Albus Dumbledore.

Blaise narrowed his eyes at the man who was reputed to be the greatest Warlock alive. He was smiling at the new first years and clapped every time one was sorted. With the twinkle in his eye, he looked like the perfect grandfatherly figure he liked to pretend he was. Blaise could feel the aura the man exerted on his surroundings seemingly unconsciously, it was calming like he was a pillar of strength in a storm.

He probably would have been impressed if he hadn't met Harry. Dumbledore produced an aura of hidden strength but it was utterly feeble in the face of the near-overwhelming aura of majesty and power that his King could produce when he wanted to.

Dumbledore had nothing on Harry, which was clear to see to his eyes and made Dumbledore seem almost pathetic in comparison. However, Blaise was no fool and knew it wasn't his power that made Dumbledore dangerous, no, it was his mind.

There had been many discussions about the man between the upper echelons of the Assembly and the had concluded that the man was a politician and Machiavellian manipulator through and through who had most of the Warlocks in Britain believing the sun shone out his wrinkly old arse. The influence he wielded over a section of the magical world, excluding the Supreme Kings was something only rivalled by the venerable Princess Alice and unlike him, she was too busy trying to reign in the different Kings to let the power go to her head as it had done with him. He was a man who truly believed that only he could see the Greater Good for the Warlocks and it was his duty to guide them there.

He acted in many ways like the Supreme Kings, expecting everyone to bow to his whims and obey him without question. The only problem is whilst the man was a powerful Warlock, there was no denying that fact, the man had nothing on a Devil King so in the eyes of the magic users outside of Britain most saw him as a fake king wannabe ruling over his little ignorant patch in Britain.

Blaise shook his head of those thoughts as he continued looking at the others sitting at the table. On the other side of the Headmaster was a small man, the Half-Goblin Charms professor and Duelling Champion Filius Flitwick. Blaise had heard nothing but good things about the man form his mother and the other Hogwarts graduates at the Assembly. Polar opposite to the small man's constant smile was the dour look on the man next to him.

Wearing pitch black robes which fitted perfectly with his greasy black hair was the Potions Master Severus Snape. A former Death Eater who supposedly spied for the Light at the end of the war. Though whether that is true or not remains to be seen. The man was notorious though for his pettiness and bias towards his house, making a mockery of the House Cup by doing so.

Finally sitting on the end of the table was a man wearing a purple turban. He looked rather nervous and jittery as he looked around the room. That was Professor Quirinus Quirrell this year's teacher for the Defence Against the Dark Arts. According to the Assembly's research, the man had just returned from a failed trip to Albania after he had been attacked by Vampires. Now that had been an interesting fact to learn, Albania was part of Marquis Voban's territory, he gave sanctuary to many of the more dangerous beings in the magical world in the hopes that they might attack him and fight him in battle and was the reason so many Dark Creatures infested the area. One did not go near the area alone lightly unless you were under the express protection of the Marquis himself or in the company of another Godslayer. Though he didn't look impressive or imposing, not like his old instructors at the Assembly though he was beginning to doubt the authenticity of the reports if the nervous tick the man had was any indication.

He turned his attention back to the sorting. Granger and Longbottom had been sorted into Gryffindor whilst Tracy and Daphne had been sorted into Slytherin. Unfortunately, they were joined by the new Hogwarts bigot who was sorted into the Vipers den alongside them although how Crabbe and Goyle managed to get into the house of the cunning and ambition he had no idea. He was drawn out his thoughts as they reached His name.

Oh, he was going to enjoy this.

McGonagall looked down nervously at the parchment before taking a look at the incoming first years. It was clear she was looking for someone.

"Ha-Harry Potter." It seemed even McGonagall couldn't keep the hope of seeing him standing there out of her voice. Everyone at the surrounding tables began to examine the clump of first years with excitement as even they turned to look at each other trying to find the lightning bolt scar and green eyes of the famous Boy-Who-Lived. Blaise could hear the loud whispering as they spoke to each other.

"Where is he?"

"What do you think he will be like?"

"Oh, I hope he's handsome!"

Blaise chose to ignore that last one, especially since the one who said it looked to be in her sixth year. Honestly, that was just creepy!

It became evident rather quickly that Harry Potter wasn't amongst the incoming first years as no one walked to the front. This caused many of the students to whisper to each other and Blaise noticed the look of disappointment and panic that went through Dumbledore's calm façade. The old Warlock stood up and clapped his hands together to get everyone's attention causing the hall to calm down surprisingly quickly. 'He does have a presence about himself, though it is isn't quite worth his reputation' Blaise thought to himself as the man addressed the now quite hall.

"I know many of you were looking forward to young Harry attending Hogwarts however I am afraid to inform you he will not be able to attend." His face looked suitably sorrowful and Blaise had to stop himself from either scowling or cracking up in amusement. The man had no idea what had happened to Harry and it left him having to make bare-faced lies to everyone.

He watched as the hall seemed to wilt in disappointment but they got over it after the 'great' Albus Dumbledore had reassured them that their saviour was fine.

The sorting continued and Weasley was sorted predictably into Gryffindor, not that boy would have settled for anything else. Malfoy, on the other hand, was sorted into Slytherin, likely on pure ambition and ego rather than the meagre amount of cunning he possessed. Honestly, that boy behaved more like a Gryffindor than most of the lions!

Eventually the last of the first years were sorted leaving him standing there until McGonagall called out his name. "Blaise Zabini."

He walked forward and sat on the stool and looked out over all the students. Many of them were looking bored waiting for the Welcome Feast to begin, he was unable to examine the students more as his world went black as the hat dropped over his head.

'Hmm what do we have here' Said a male voice in Blaise's head.

'Who are you?' Blaise asked.

'I am the Sorting Hat. It is my job to sort you in the correct house by examining your memories.' Replied the Sorting Hat.

Blaise visibly paled causing some in the Hall to give him worried looks. If the hat could go through his memories then that would mean the Hat could tell Dumbledore all about Harry. That would be a disaster!

'Calm down Mr Zabini, due to the enchantments that were placed on me by the Founders I am unable to inform anyone about what I discover during the sorting.' Said the Hat as it tried to alleviate Blaise's fears.

Blaise sagged in his seat from relief. 'Thank you, err... Mr Hat, I appreciate it. I… I have secrets I would rather not share.'

The Hat did a mental equivalent of a shrug and said 'as do many, rare is the day I sit on the head of someone who doesn't'.

The Hat then began to delve into his memories. 'Now shall we have a look? Hmm… interesting. Left the Warlock community did you? Joined a Mage Assembly? A good lot those Mages, no stupid blood prejudices. Hmm, what's this? …HARRY POTTER'S A WHAT!... dear lord… that's… no wonder you want to keep THAT a secret. Even if I had no enchantments on me I wouldn't spread the secret of a Devil King. A good way to wind up dead that is.'

Blaise chuckled to himself as the Hat tried to get control of itself. 'Surprising isn't it?'

The Hat laughed. 'Oh, the old man's going to have kittens when he finds out!'

Sensing an opportunity to fish for information Blaise asked. 'Is he really that interested in Harry?'

The hat actually snorted. 'Interested? You should have seen the fit he had after he discovered Potter was gone from the house the Headmaster had placed him! It was a sight to behold!'

Blaise nodded, it didn't seem the Hat could tell him much more. 'Well, shall we get on with the sorting?'

'Right. Right. Enough giving an old hat a heart attack… can I even have a heart attack? Anyways let's have a look at you, shall we? Hmm. Plenty of courage I see, yes it takes great bravery to stand by a King. What else is there… Oh my! How great loyalty you show to your best friend, yet you would not fit in in Hufflepuff your loyalty is to one person, not a house. Hmm… intelligent yet it does not define you. So no not Ravenclaw. Now, this is interesting. Yes, ambition in spades and… great cunning. The house of snakes is rather lacking in that department this year. I know just where to put you! It had better be' "SLYTHERIN!"

The last word was shouted out loud as the Hat was pulled off his head. He stood up and calmly made his way to his new house as the trim on his robes turned to green and the snake crest of Slytherin House appeared on his breast.

Sitting down next to Daphne he ignored the glare the Malfoy Scion was sending him. He looked up at the Head Table as Dumbledore stood from his seat and said. "Without further ado, let the feast begin!"

As he waved his arms in the air food appeared on all the tables. Everyone looked at in wonder before they began to dig in and Blaise was no exception, taking bits and pieces from different dishes he pilled food onto his plate. He hadn't had a good meal since breakfast after all.


Daphne Greengrass sat in her seat eating small bites of food from her plate as she was lost in thought whilst taking small glances every so often at the boy sitting next to her. She was the Heiress of the Greengrass fortune and as such had been taught young to be observant, cunning and ambitious.

She was the quintessential Slytherin.

Her family had needed it in the last war. They had managed to stay neutral in the conflict between the Dark Lord and the Light by selling Potions and Potion ingredients to both sides effectively paying them both off. This meant they weren't targeted and could maintain a certain level of independence. They had rejoiced when the Dark Lord had been slain by Harry Potter unfortunately many of his high ranked followers including Lucius Malfoy managed to escape justice by paying off the courts and threatening the judges. This meant that she had been forced to grow up with the children of Death Eaters including the utterly insufferable Draco Malfoy. A boy that made her want to be sick just by opening his mouth and spewing forth his brand of utter bigotry. Only her training from her father stopped her from lashing out and landing her fist in his pompous face, it was difficult but somehow she had managed it.

She had prepared to end up in Slytherin when she was admitted to Hogwarts. Unfortunately that would mean she would be subjected to more of the Malfoy scion as there would be no way the boy would stand to be placed anywhere else, despite the utter lack of cunning he possessed, in fact, the only thing that was Slytherin about the boy was his near overwhelming ambition or more accurately labelled, greed. Her expectations for Hogwarts overall had not been great. Get sorted into Slytherin House, dodge the Death Eater children if she could, learn all she could from the Professors and perhaps meet Harry Potter if she was lucky. However, her expectations for life at Hogwarts were rather quickly overturned before she had even reached its gates.

She had met up with her longtime best friend Tracy Davis before getting on the train. Finding a compartment hadn't been all that difficult though she had been in for a surprise when she had been introduced to the occupants. One had obviously been a so-called 'muggleborn' whilst the other two she had been acquainted with in the past. One was Neville Longbottom the grandson of the battle-axe Augusta Longbottom, famous for her ability to terrorise the Ministry all on her own.

The other was far stranger. Blaise Zabini was not a boy she had seen in quite a few years. He was the son of the infamous Black Widow Sienna Zabini, he was as close to a childhood friend she had apart from Tracy and the only other person her age she had met she could stand although she remembered that he would get extremely defensive of any mention towards her suspected practice of murdering her husbands. She and her son had disappeared from the Warlock World with almost no explanation after her seventh husband's death. No one could explain where they had gone and many suspected them dead. Though her father had said that unlike many Purebloods Mrs Zabini was familiar with the Muggle World so it was likely she had disappeared there. Despite the fact that she had thought that she would never see the silent and brooding Italian ever again yet here he was sitting, looking older and stronger than before. The boy in front of her seemed more open than the near silent boy she'd met all those years before. He behaved more open, bolder, more Gryffindor. Yet she could see the hidden cunning snake hidden underneath. Then he'd gone on to tell an amazing tale of joining a Mage Assembly and meeting a Campione of all people!

The Greengrass family weren't a part of the so-called 'Pureblood Supremacy' movement, far from it. They were well aware that in the Magical World at large the Warlocks weren't the top dog. They were very aware of the open secret of the Warlock Community, that the ICW, the international body of Warlocks was in a position of almost subservience to the Mage Associations due tot he existinece of the Devil Kings who ruled over them like despots. These organisations were rather difficult for Warlocks to join mainly due to the fact that they all operated with Muggle or mundane technology and many who grew up as Warlocks were utterly ignorant of such things and therefore couldn't operate in the normal world, making them useless to the Mage Associations who often had to take excursions into the Muggle wWorld to clean up and cover up the battle of Godslayers and Heretic Gods. That and the arrogance of many of the Purebloods greatly annoyed them. That was why she had been surprised that a Pureblood like Sienna Zabini had managed to earn herself an invitation to the Greenwich Assembly, one of the most powerful Mage Associations in all of Europe. Then he had told them he had met a Campione! One of the Seven Supreme Rulers. The men and women who tear apart armies and sunder the landscape with a wave of their hand, rend the sky with a stomp of their feet and rip through the immortal as if they were dogs. Wielding magic beyond the ability of any mortal. Monsters who hold power unmatched and despite what many 'Purebloods' denied in whispered conversations behind the heavily warded walls of their manors, the true and rightful Kings of the Magic World.

Even meeting one was rare and not getting swatted like a fly for annoying one was even rarer. She could only conclude that it was joining the Assembly and being in close proximity to a King caused the change in personality to her old acquaintance. Elias Wolf, the name of the young ruler of the Greenwich Assembly, not much was known about him other than he had managed to kill a Heretic God at a ridiculously young age. The God Fenrir from Norse Mythology. His exact age and appearance were not widely known and the Authorities he had obtained from the Norse God were also completely unknown. It was thought he was being taught by the Assembly in hiding until he was ready to stand against his half-brothers and sisters on equal footing.

If Zabini had gotten the friendship of a Campione then it made him powerful politically just by association. Heaven forbid anyone who went after Zabini, the wrath of a Campione was not something any mortal could withstand. Not even Dumbledore or the Dark Lord would willingly anger one of the seven. She forced herself to move away from that thought, there was no proof he had anything more than a passing acquaintance with the King anyways but either way he would certainly be one to look out for.


Blaise sat there as the food disappeared from the table, looking up at the Head Table he saw Dumbledore stand up and approach the podium. The students began to quiet down as the Headmaster began his announcements.

"I hope all of you enjoyed your food, I have a few announcements to make. The list of banned items is hanging on the door of our Caretaker Filch's office for all who want to see it. As always I must remind you that the Forbidden Forest is out of bounds to all students. And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death." The headmaster finished looking gravely at the students though his blue eyes were still twinkling merrily away.

Blaise blinked in surprise. Announcing that to inquisitive students was like asking them to go and explore it. The old man was either going senile or he wanted people to go to the corridor and judging by the expression on some of the older years in the hall including the twin Weasley's he had seen earlier there were going to be quite a few who were going exploring in the near future. Blaise shook his head, he would make sure to tell Harry about the third corridor that was out of bounds when he sent his letter to him later.

As he stood up with everyone else and in an orderly fashion made his way out the hall he saw a worried looking McGonagall talking to the Headmaster in whispers. 'Probably talking about Harry not being at the sorting' he thought to himself with amusement. The Warlocks and Dumbledore, in particular, were going to be in for a shock and a rather large kick up the posterior when Harry finally revealed himself to them. Blaise almost couldn't wait.

The castle was… confusing. At least that was one way to describe it. In Blaise's personal opinion he thought that the castle was just utterly frustrating. I mean moving staircases! How the hell were people supposed to get anywhere if the staircases decided to move on their own! Not to mention none of the first years had been given a map of the castle so Blaise tried to memorize the route from the Hall to the dungeons.

They eventually came to a corridor which had two statues of snakes outside it. The fifth-year prefect leading them cleared his throat and said. "Alright everyone this is the entrance to the Slytherin Dormitories, you are not to mention the password or the location to anyone, not of our House is that understood? Good." Happy the young first years were properly listening he turned to the statue and said. "Pureblood." The statue suddenly came to life and hopped out the way revelling an entrance behind it. The Prefect walked in as the first years led by Malfoy walked in after him.

Blaise thought the Slytherin common room was rather gloomy looking what with all the dark sofas and grey lifeless walls. Though it may just have been because it was located in a fricken Dungeon! Many of the older Slytherin had already made themselves comfortable as they watched the new first years.

The first yeas stood off to the side as the Potion Master Severus Snape stalked into the room, his robes flowing behind him. His dark eyes gazed over the gathered crowd but settled on the nervous looking first years. He stepped forward and in his silky voice said. "My name is Severus Snape, I am your Potions Master and head of House. We of the House of the Cunning and Ambition hold ourselves to a higher standard than the rest of the riff-raff in the school, therefore, there are a few rules in Slytherin that all members must adhere to."

He glared balefully over the entire group before carrying on. "The first rule is that there will be no disagreements between members of this House outside of the common rooms. Many of your peers and especially the Gryffindors will not miss the chance to strike at us if they find out we are fighting each other. So all Slytherin's will stand together. The second rule is that if you are going to break the rules of the school, then you must not get caught!" He roared out the last part causing some of the first years including Malfoy to flinch. The man carried on as if he hadn't seen their discomfort whilst Blaise could see that many of the older years were smirking at the first year snakes. "I will be most displeased if I am forced to take points to form this House, you are the House of the cunning therefore use it."

Snape seemed to be judging the first years as he gazed at them before he nodded to the Prefect and with a swish of his robes disappeared out of the common room.

Blaise and the rest of the first years looked at the Prefect who smirked at the shaken looking first years. "Alright first, girls dorms are on the left and boys are on the right, you will be sharing rooms together so I will leave you lot to get acquainted and get yourselves in bed. It is your curfew time after all. Well? Get going!"

As he sat in his bed with the finished letter he would send to Harry in the morning he thought about how his first evening at Hogwarts went. Blaise found that he was sharing with Malfoy and a boy called Theodore Nott, another son of a Death Eater however he seemed less fanatical about the beliefs than Malfoy he was still glaring at him with a look of utter loathing. Blaise honestly didn't care, Malfoy was an ant at the end of the day, his father was wealthy and powerful but Draco had gained none of Lucius's cunning or power, he was just all hot air. It was rather pathetic in the end.

Blaise banished the thoughts of the blond ponce from his head as he lay down on his pillow. It was best to get a good nights sleep, he had much too look forward to int he coming days. He was finally at Hogwarts the school his mother had attended in her youth and he was going to make sure he got as much out of it as possible.


Something that has always struck me about the Campione Universe is the power levels. It is a verse filled with hax abilities and broken characters capable of monstrous feats of power and destruction but this is my attempt to try to scale them.

1 - Rama The-King-of-the-End, Bearer of Fate.

2- The majority of Heretic Gods and Godslayers.(With the number of broken abilities and haxes along with their sheer power means categorising them is almost impossible.)

3 - High Level Divine Beasts, some Divine Beasts when summoned by a Heretic God or Campione can go toe to toe with them whilst others can easily be swept aside, putting them in a rather ambiguous position.

4 - Divine Ancestors, fallen Goddesses still possessing more power than most mortals could ever fathom.

5 - Lucretia Zola, Princess Alice, Saint Raffaello, Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Voldemort (Full Form), Vikenti Ryzhkov, Paolo Blandelli and the majority of Grand Knights of the different Mage Associations.

6 - Erica Blandelli, Liliana Kranjcar, Severus Snape, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Amelia Bones, Bellatrix Lestrange.

7 - The majority of Death Eaters and Aurors, Voldemort (Wraith form).

8 - Most adult Warlocks.

9 - Other Magic Users.

10 - Blaise Zabini (eleven years old).

11 - Students of Hogwarts.

12 - Non-magical unarmed civilians.

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Updated 17/02/2020

Some changes to the power scaling as well as the interaction between different characters.