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.

AN: Thank you everyone for the reviews, many have complained about the Blaise only chapter and using him as a MC. I have already long since written around 50,000 words of this story and the next chapter does include Blasie heavily, I have plans to tapper off the focus on him and focus once more on Harry after that however all that hasn't been written yet and is still in the stage of planning at the time of posting this chapter.

Chapter 5 - Trolls and Goblins

Blaise groaned as he sat at the Slytherin Table after his second week at Hogwarts, it was an… interesting experience to say the least. The lessons were rather interesting though he thought that History of Magic was a complete waste of time seeing as the fact that the Professor was not only dead but dull enough to put the entire class to sleep! Transfiguration and Charms were very interesting though, McGonagall was an excellent teacher through incredibly strict. Flitwick, on the other hand, was just such a bundle of energy that he seemed to lift the mood in the class not to mention it was clear that the man knew his subject inside out. The Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, on the other hand, was an utter disappointment, he seemed to spend the entire stuttering and was afraid of his own shadow. It seemed like his encounter with the Vampires had scared him witless, Blaise had no idea why the man was even teaching when he could barely even finish a sentence.

Finally Snape. The man was great at his craft there was no doubt about that but he had absolutely no patience to teach children that and the man was so biased towards his own House that he made the House Cup seem almost pointless. That and his behaviour towards the Gryffindors was so unprofessional that he had even caused a disgusted look to cross even Greengrass otherwise cool exterior mask. The day of their first lesson of Potions had cemented Blaise's view on the man when with undisguised glee on his face he had been able to cross Harry Potter's name off his register, the act only going to cement how unprofessional the man was. It truly angered Blaise that a man like that was allowed to teach.

Shaking himself from his musing he looked as his white regal looking owl Archimedes flew down onto the Table landing in front of him and holding her foot out which had a letter tied to it. Blaise rolled his eyes as the bird glared at him with an impatient look as she snuck glances at the bacon just slightly further down the Table next to Tracy. Reaching forward he untied the letter from her leg as she gave out a small bark of thanks before hopping over to the tray of bacon and began to devour it. Opening up the letter inside he began to read it discreetly so no one could see it.

Hello Blaise

I hope Hogwarts is treating you well, I look forward to hearing what the school is like! The way you described Dumbledore's surprised face had all of us in tears of laughter. Not much is going on at Magier Festung I am afraid although I did get a good prank on Olivia though I don't think she was amused to find the flock of ducks in her office.

It's rather boring and lonely without you being here and Vikenti is being as much of a slave driver as usual so my schedule is filled with work. Ugh!

Anyways send me an Owl (still think those idiots should learn to use phones) if you need me.

You're Friend

Harry

Blaise just shook his head, looked like Harry was up to his old games again. He missed the assembly and his friend as well. Hogwarts was great and all but it just wasn't the same. He missed home.

Looking over at his new acquaintances at the same table and those sitting with the House of the Brave he hid a small smile. Whilst he didn't have Harry to hang out with anymore he did have new people to get to know. Granger and Longbottom had proven interesting as where Weasley had been disgusted they had been sorted into the House of 'slimy' snakes they didn't seem to care. Neville had been more surprising having been brought up with the prejudice of how Dark Slytherin was and how much they hated Muggleborn's though Blasie was delighted to see that his new friend could look past such stereotyping, it said something about the boy that Blasie really liked to see. Honestly, Blaise thought that belief was as stupid as the concept of blood purity, how could all eleven-year-olds sorted into the House of Cunning suddenly become evil. Absurd!

Apparently a few of the Lions led by that boy Ronald where making trouble for his two new… friends? A problem he would have to solve soon, though it was probably better to do in a low key manner, the Weasley's were famous allies of Dumbledore after all and it would be bad to enter the old Headmaster's crosshairs too early and lead him to Harry, it would only end their little charade too early and that wouldn't do. It was likely that Dumbledore now knew he was associated with the Campione Elias Wolf from Ronald but he seemed too hung up over finding Harry Potter to concentrate on trying to manipulate him. Something Blaise was immensely thankful for, as although his Occlumency shields were strong he would rather not confront the Headmaster at all, lest he slip up somehow. The man was scary good at twisting people's words and getting information out of people that he wanted.

A few Weeks Later

Blaise sat in his Charms class next to Theodore Nott a boy he was rather pointedly trying to ignore. Nott had gotten it into his head that he could show Blaise the 'truth' and help in attaining his rightful place in the world as one of the pure of blood should. Bleh! If he had to hear that one more time he was going to shove his wand up his arse so far he'd be forced to cast all his spells out his backside.

Flitwick was standing at his lectern with a pile of books on the chair beneath him so he could see over the side of the lectern and watch his class. He held his wand loosely in his hand as he addressed the class. "Alright everyone today we are going to work on the Levitation Charm, it is cast by waving your wand like this and saying the spell Wingardium Leviosa!" As the small Charm's professor spoke he flicked his wand at the feather in front of him which began to rise into the air as he cast the spell. Many of the students looked on in wonder at the sight of magic being performed but Blaise just felt his eyebrow twitch. Floating a feather, really? Although he had to stop and think for a moment if he'd been somewhat desensitised to amazing feats of magic by being around Harry too long.

Shaking his head to remove that thought he continued to watch as the Charms teacher looked around the class. "Alright everyone there is a feather in front of you, I want you to attempt the same spell I did. Remember to say the words of the spell accurately if you want to be able to cast it."

With that announcement, Flitwick let the class loose as they tried to perform the spell. No one could cast it as they tried to say the incantation though those like Goyle and Weasley seemed to be just waving their wands around rather than attempting to cast anything.

Blaise could, of course, do it, his mother had taught him before using her wand but he refrained from doing it as he wanted to stay under the radar. He watched with interest as Granger looked at her partner Weasley who was flicking his wand around in over exaggerated flicks as he tried to cast the spell nearly poking out Finnegan's eye out next to him.

It seemed like Granger couldn't stand it anymore going by the irritated look on her face as she turned to Weasley and said. "Stop it, Ronald, it is Leviosa, not Leviosah and for god's sake stop waving your wand everywhere before you poke someone's eye out!"

Weasley went red as he glared at the girl next to him before he gritted out. "Why don't you do it then?" His tone was biting and challenging.

Granger just swished her wand and said clearly. "Wingardium Leviosa." The feather on her desk slowly but surely floated into the air attracting the attention of the Professor who cried out. "Oh look Miss Granger's done it!" he clapped as Granger got a smug look on her face as she looked over at Weasley who was glaring at her whilst grumbling under his breath.

Blaise narrowed his eyes. 'Interesting, Granger seems to feel an immense amount of pride in her academics and enjoys showing it off, a bit of a teacher's pet but she seems honest enough I suppose. Loyal if you have her on your side and honesty their isn't really anything wrong with being prideful of your academic skills along as you can back them up with results. Weasley, on the other hand, seems like pretty much a lost cause at this point. Easily manipulated, lazy, stupid, jealous and bigoted whilst not even realising he is any of those things. It will take something pretty major to change him in any way I think.'

The class continued with no other interruption as almost everyone getting the Charm apart from a few like Weasley, Crabbe and Goyle. However as they were leaving he heard Weasley say to both Finnegan and Thomas. "Its Leviosa she said. No wonder she has no friends!"

He looked around as he heard a sob as the very girl they were talking about barged past them and Blaise could see the tears streaking down her face from here. His eyes narrowed as he glared at the youngest Weasley. If there was something he did not like it was a girl crying.

Tracy Davis next to him glared at the red haired preteen her normal bubbly attitude nowhere to be seen as she hissed out. "That boy really has no manors at all does he?"

Blaise just shook his head. "No, he doesn't, he seems to be the dumb one of the Weasley brood."

Davis just shook her head. "Come on let's get to our next class."

Davis headed off with Greengrass following her in silence as he brought up the rear. He didn't like the fact that Granger was crying it was something his mother had instilled in him to never let a girl cry and always behave like a gentleman around them no matter what. He decided he would go find her later that day and offer her some words of comfort. There honestly wasn't much else he could do.

As Blaise sat at his seat at the Slytherin Table he began to get somewhat worried. No one seemed to have seen Granger all day. Something that was extremely out of character for the academics orientated girl, he decided he was going to go look for her once the Halloween Feast was finished. His thoughts drifted back to his friend Harry who was probably privately mourning his parents, something he did every year on Halloween night, the boy would make a small shrine for them and silently mourn their passing.

He was drawn out of his private thoughts as the doors of the Great Hall were shoved open and a panicked looking Professor Quirrell stumbled in causing the Hall to go silent as he shouted out. "Troll in the Dungeon! Troll in the Dungeon! Thought you ought to know." With that, he collapsed onto his side in a dead faint.

Bedlam erupted as many of the students screamed out in shock and fear but everyone's attention was brought to the front of the Hall as Dumbledore roared out. "Silence!"

Blaise raised an eyebrow at the angry look on the normally slightly dotty professor. Dumbledore seemed to regain control of his anger as he said. "All students are to return to their Dormitories at once. All professors please follow me to the Dungeon."

Blaise's eye twitched slightly as he followed the Slytherin prefects out the Hall. Didn't the man remember that the Slytherin's Dormitories were in the Dungeon's? Then he stopped dead as a shiver of dreads went up his spine.

Hermione Granger.

She wasn't in the Hall she wouldn't know about the Troll. Looking up at the Head Table he saw that all the staff had already gone looking for the troll

Dammit! What should he do? His innate sense of self-preservation warred with his desire to do the right thing. He internally groaned, Harry would kill him if he didn't go looking for her and he didn't think he could live with himself if she was hurt and he did nothing.

Looking around he began to move towards the Gryffindor contingent when Greengrass called out to him. "Zabini!"

Turning around he saw the blond looking at him critically. "Where are you going?"

He looked back 'dam the Gryff's are getting away' before turning back to Greengrass he said. "Granger hasn't been seen all day I'm going to go tell her about the Troll."

She blinked in surprise and couldn't help but ask. "That's' a rather noble thing to do but not very Slytherin, why would you risk yourself when you barely know her?"

He just shrugged as he moved off saying over his shoulder. "If I don't help her who will?" Leaving behind a thoughtful Slytherin to make her way to the Dungeon.

Blaise moved quickly through the castle till he caught up to the Gryffindor's finding two nervous looking first years, Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil if he remembered correctly looking around for someone. Moving over to them he said. "Have either of you two seen, Granger?"

Both girls seemed surprised that not only was a Slytherin had followed them in the direction of the Gryffindor Tower but were asking about a missing Lion Cub. Both girls exchanged glances before Brown said. "After what Ron said to her after Charms she's been crying in the First Floor Bathroom. I heard she locked herself in one of the stalls and refused to come out."

He just nodded as he turned away. "Thanks' for telling me I'll go make sure she's okay." They just nodded, though they looked confused as to why a Slytherin of all people was going to go and help a Gryffindor but mostly they were just thankful that someone was going to go and look for her.

Meanwhile, Blaise ran through the corridors cursing Harry for corrupting him into doing noble and impulsive actions. Oh, why couldn't he go back to being a cold heartless bastard!?

Luckily he still had enough thought to grab a sword off one of the statues along the walls, he was currently far more skilled with a blade than his wand after all he had been using one for nearly two years at Magier Festung under the Knights watchful eyes so he wasn't exactly an incompetent amateur with one. Always better to use the weapon your most familiar with in order to maximize his chances against a stronger enemy, like a Troll for instance.

Sprinting through hallways and jumping down stairwells sword gripped in his hand Blaise felt his blood freeze as he approached the first year bathroom only to hear a bloodcurdling scream sounding like it originated from a young girl. Snarling he ran forward and burst into the girl's lavatory only to stop as he took in the scene in front of him.

A Troll, covered in grey skin standing at least twelve feet tall wielding a large wooden club was trying to crush the shaking form of Hermione Granger as she dived out of the way of the Troll's strikes whilst she hid between the stalls.

Blaise was probably lucky he'd been around someone like Harry as he felt much less fear from the beast than most of his classmates would have, having been desensitized to large creatures after having been shown Harry's Authority, and the Troll had nothing on the likes of Sköll or Hati. This allowed him to focus on his training from the Knights as the skills that had been drilled into him kicked in and began to analyse the enemies' weak points. He picked out his target as he ran forward swinging his blade towards the undefended back of the Trolls leg, specifically its knee. Blaise's blade slashed through the air striking true, digging into the back of the Trolls knee and tendons unfortunately, the blade hadn't been sharpened in years and despite his much better than average physique he was still a child and weak in comparison to the Knights of the Assembly, so the blade dug only a quarter of the way into the Troll's knee rather than severing the entire limb as any of the competent Knights would have done.

Luckily this seemed to be more than enough to take its attention off of Granger as the beast let out a roar of pain as it turned around blood gushing from its wounded knee, the sword in its knee clattering to the floor as it tried to smash him with its large club. Fortunately, even when angry Trolls were slow beings and Blaise had plenty of time to jump back as the Troll smashed its club into the tiled floor cracking it slightly with the strike.

Blaise rolled out of the way of another clumsy swing as the Troll continued to bellow madly in pain and rage.

Blaise drew his wand from his robes as he shouted out the only powerful spell he knew. "Reducto!"

The ball of blue light spat out his wand and flew towards the Troll. Mountain Troll's such as the beast in front of him possessed an innate magical resistance on their skin however their open wounds did not possess the same protection and the Reductor Curse's aim was true as it hit the wound on its knee causing blood, muscle and bone to explode outwards as its knee shattered.

Blaise physically slumped where he stood as the powerful Curse drained nearly all the magic he had left. Forcing his protesting body to move Blaise ran towards the sword on the floor skidding under the Troll's flailing arm as it tried to swat him with its club even as it hoped around on one foot roaring in agony before it toppled over with a loud bang that shook the entire room.

Grabbing the sword off the floor Blaise moved sluggishly round the Troll till he had a clear shot at its neck. Twisting the sword round he moved forward and shoved the tip of the sword into the Troll's unprotected neck causing it to convulse as the sword pierced its brain. He staggered back panting from exhaustion as the Troll let out one last bellow before collapsing. Dead, its brain impaled by Blaise's sword.

Turning around Blaise saw Hermione looking at him slightly dazed and in shock. Moving over to her he bent down and said. "Hermione are you okay?"

She seemed to shake herself out of her shock before gazing up at him, trying to find something in his facial expression. "You saved me."

He just blinked before nodding. "Yes, I did."

She seemed to tear up as moisture gathered in her chocolate brown eyes before she lunged at him gathering him up in a great hug as she cried out. "Thank you. Thank you. Oh, thank you, if you hadn't been there… I don't know what would have happened!"

Blaise just patted her back, girls hugging him that weren't his mother wasn't exactly a regular occurrence. Just as he was thinking what to do next the Professors burst into the bathroom their wands drawn. Albus Dumbledore stood at the head with a limping Professors Snape who had a gash on his leg, Quirrell and McGonagall standing behind him. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow as he took in the dead troll whilst Snape got a thoughtful look on his face. Quirrell fainted… again. Real brave that one and McGonagall was just gaping at them in shock.

McGonagall seemed to come alive first and nearly shrieked. "Mr Zabini, Miss Granger just… just what in Merlin's name is going on here!?"

Blaise blinked then looked up. "Well… I saw that Hermione wasn't in the Hall for the Feast so when Professor Quirrell came in I went to go look for her and then I found her in here with the Troll trying to attack her and so I attacked it and managed to kill it. Now here we are."

McGonagall just nodded numbly as Dumbledore's eyes twinkled merrily. "Well, I think we should make sure you two are all okay so why don't you go to Poppy in the Infirmary to give you a check-up."

Blaise just nodded. "Okay, Sir."

Getting to his feet he put his hand out to Hermione who took it firmly and he pulled her up off the floor as McGonagall stepped forward. "Miss Granger why weren't you in the Hall for the Halloween Feast?"

Hermione suddenly looked panicked like she didn't know what to answer. It was clear she didn't want to rat on what Weasley had said and yet she also wanted to and it was warring away inside her. "Well I… er.-"

"Weasley." Blaise drawled interrupting her. "He insulted her badly in Charms when she was trying to help him and she came here to cry. It's why she wasn't at the Feast."

Hermione blushed that he'd told anyone and McGonagall frowned and said. "I shall look into it and make sure he's punished but first. 20 Points to Slytherin I think, for saving a fellow students life. Now off you pop to the Infirmary so Madame Pomfrey can have a look at you."

Blaise nodded as he led Hermione from the room as the teachers went to examine the body of the troll. As they walked through the castle together Hermione's curiosity returned and she had to ask. "Why did you save me? I mean a Slytherin saving a Gryffindor, I barely know you."

He stopped and sighed as she turned to look at him with curiosity. "Honestly for two reasons. One of my best friends would have been mightily pissed at me if I hadn't at least tried to save you and the other well… I think we could be good friends."

Hermione's eyes widened. "F-Friends. No one wants to be friends with me, I mean I'm Miss Know-It-All."

Blaise just stared at her blankly and said. "After that, you don't think we weren't going to be friends. You do know the idea that the greatest bonds are created in the jaws of death right?"

"Huh?" Was Hermione's blank reply.

Blaise just shook his head. "It doesn't matter, anyways. Friends?"

Hermione just smiled beautifully at him her brown eyes sparkling. "Friends!"

He just chuckled as he continued onwards to the Infirmary whilst Hermione had a small smile plastered on her face as she rushed to catch up to him. She felt something deep inside her flutter with happiness despite the danger she had just been in. she had a friend. A true friend who didn't want to just use her for her academics and for the first time since the first night at the castle she was truly happy.


Grimclaw, Goblin warrior of the English Goblin Clans stood at his post on the steps of Gringotts London. He was rather happy with how his life was going f he was honest with himself. He was the Guard Captain for the entrance of the bank, a well-respected position despite the fact that he had to interact with many of the so-called Pureblood Warlocks his people so despised, disgusting the lot of them what with their overinflated sense of self-importance and vile outlook on everyone being 'lesser' than them, barely any Warlocks had any honour these days. He did enjoy his job despite dealing with them though, it meant he was trusted to be the first line of defence of the bank a job he took with great dedication and pride.

He was minding his own business standing rigidly at attention at the great wooden doors at the front of the Banks entrance on the surface that leads out into Diagon Alley when he, along with his team all felt a shiver run down their spines as an enormous magical presence settled on their bodies.

Something powerful, no, extremely powerful was in the Alley. He hadn't even sensed it before, despite the sheer magical aura it created, his superior Goblin senses which had heightened sensitivity to magic should have picked up an aura of this level miles away. It made the powerful Warlocks he'd met like Albus Dumbledore seem like insignificant ants in comparison for Gold's sake! Whatever it was it was clearly capable of cloaking its aura, which made sense since all the Warlocks in the Alley were carrying on completely oblivious to the powerful being walking amongst them. He debated going into the Bank and raising the alarm but two things stopped him. First, the magical aura didn't seem to contain any harmful intent and two… he couldn't move. It seemed like the same had happened to the other guards who were all struck dumb by the sheer power they could sense.

As Grimclaw watched the Alley he saw the origin of the power make their way through the crowd. His eyes widened in shock as he took them in.

It was a human, a boy wearing a pair of black trousers and what looked like a white mundane polo shirt with a black coat over the top. The boy had a head of midnight black hair that went down to below his shoulders and was tied back behind his head into a ponytail. He had sharp chiselled aristocratic features which would would make him a very handsome man by human standards when he grew up. The most striking thing about the boy though was his eyes. Both the colour of deep emerald green that to the well trained Goblin's eye pulsed with barely suppressed power that was both primal and ancient, it called to a part deep in the Goblin's soul telling him to submit and as he watched the boy approach he swore up and down that he saw the image of a massive salivating wolf, jaw wide open snarling at him from behind the boy though as he blinked the image was gone leaving Grimclaw to wonder if it was nothing but an illusion or not.

The boy moved with a self-assurance that was completely at odds with his age and Grimclaw could tell that whoever this was, was an incredibly capable warrior, for Gaia's sake the boy walked like an alpha predator, he was practically prowling!

The boy walked towards him till he had mounted the stairs of the bank then he turned and faced Grimclaw as his subordinates watched on in a mixture of awe and horror. Bowing his head slightly the boy said in perfectly accented Gobbledegook. "Greetings Master Goblin."

That was enough to knock Grimclaw out of his frozen state since that was supposed to be impossible, humans quite literally didn't have the right shaped mouths or vocal cords to speak the language properly so how did-... You know what? This was so high above his pay grade it wasn't even funny. Time to foist this impossible boy onto someone else, but first.

Grimclaw was rather proud of himself that he didn't stutter when he said. "Greeting my name is Grimcalw how can Gringotts help you today?"

The young boy stared at him for a moment before replying. "I would like to speak to one of your kind about the current Vaults I hold with your people."

Grimclaw nodded and asked. "What Vaults would those be?"

The boy just flashed him an amused smile before answering. "The Potter Vaults."

Grimclaw strangled the cry that almost erupted from his throat. The Potter vaults! That would make this boy Harry Potter! A name even Goblin kind knew well. Yeah… this was most certianly way above his pay grade.

Grimclaw swallowed before saying. "Then I will take you to Lord Ragnok."

That caused a mumble to go out from the Goblins around him, no human had met Ragnok in years, not even the Ministers of Magic or Assembly Leaders had ever done so! The now identified Harry Potter merely ignored this as Grimclaw barked orders at his underlings. "Stay here and guard the entrance, I will take the guest inside." With that, he turned around only long enough to make sure the human was following him.


Meanwhile, Harry Potter let the amusement show on his face as he walked into the entrance of the bank. It was certainly rather opulent with gold decorating nearly every surface of the Main Hall with granite covering the entire floor every inch of it as the Goblins showed off their wealth to what they viewed as upstart Warlocks. He shook his head as he saw that as he walked through the room all the Tellers were sending him discreet glances, their senses highly attuned to magic, a skill that helped them first on the battlefield and now in spotting thieves and con artists. He could hide the truth of his existence from the Warlocks by using the skills he had learned from the Knights to mask his enormous magic aura. It helped that the Warlocks shared a lesser connection to the Divine meaning it was far more difficult for them to sense his Divinity. That and he just changed his posture so he didn't release the innate aura of a ruler that all Campione naturally exuded.

He continued to walk behind the Goblin named Grimclaw as he followed him through a side door and into a long corridor. As Grimclaw took him down a series of winding corridors Harry's thoughts turned to his best friend and he had to force himself to not chuckle in amusement. It seemed like Blaise had been up to some rather amusing things.

It was a real shame he had decided to stay at Hogwarts for the Christmas holiday but it seemed like he was having fun anyways, I mean saving a girl from a Troll of all things. Ha! It sounded like something right out of a storybook, saving the damsel in distress from the big bad monster and to make it more cliché he did it with a sword as well! Not to mention the description of Dumbledore's face at the sorting, had him and Sienna cracking up for hours afterwards.

Though his description of this Professor Quirinus Quirrell for some reason unsettled him though for reasons he couldn't quite understand, it made his instincts go wild not in challenge from an equal but just unsettled him. It was more of a hunch than anything. Ah well, at least his report on Severus Snape was correct. Dark, brooding and hateful of anything Potter. He was honestly looking forward to seeing the look on the man's face when he returned to the realm of the Warlocks.

'Well, you seem to be in a good mood Master.' Said a disembodied voice which sounded distinctively male.

Harry blinked before responding back mentally. 'Thanks for that.' Alright, it was a rather biting response but whatever. 'I am in a rather good mood, it is always nice to hear what Blaise's up to. I mean do you remember the letter he sent us about meeting the groundskeeper who was trying to hatch a Lesser Dragon in a wooden hut then being forced to smuggle it out of the castle to a Dragon reserve. Focus on the wooden hut and fire breathing reptile part, how do those ever go well together! How stupid can you get! Honestly, you'd think Warlocks had no common sense.'

'Well some say that magic erodes common sense but I think that judging by the letters this groundskeeper must be just stupid Master.' Came the reply from his trusted weapon. After the battle in the sealing room in the depths of Magier Festung where he had managed to subdue the legendary Divine Weapon Green Dragon Crescent Blade, he had absorbed the weapon inside himself in order to allow it to heal itself. The blade had recovered slowly but surely both physically and mentally as it fuelled its healing process through his near inexhaustible reserves of magic. Once reawakened and brought back to full consciousness they had completed the bond fully, forming a master and subordinate relationship together that was pretty much unbreakable and the Guandao was accepted as his Subordinate God. He'd decided to refer to the weapon as Crescent ever since.

Harry had been amazed by the power and ability he had been able to utilize when wielding the blade and just how great the difference between wielding a normal weapon and one with Divine origins was. Crescent cut through literally everything. Spells, magical defences, steel and even diamond were cut apart like butter! Not to mention the sheer durability of the weapon meant he could use it in a battle against other Campione and Heretic Gods without the risk of it getting snapped like a twig like a more conventional weapon would be. Though being able to have a mental conversation with a weapon was a weird experience, but it was certainly amusing, for a weapon it had a surprisingly large range of opinion on all soughts of topics.

The most amazing thing about Crescent though was the jump in skill he had when using the weapon in comparison to before. It seemed like the bond between him and the blade meant he was able to almost instinctively weld it. A phenomenon which had fascinated not only him but the other high-level members of the Assembly who were privy to the knowledge of his trip under the castle that made up their headquarters. He hadn't had the opportunity to test Crescent out at full power against an opponent of equal ability. Doni hadn't appeared at the castle recently and using it against the Knights would probably be considered some form of bullying.

Harry hummed in thought before he sent a thought towards his partner. 'Yes, I agree and certainly sending them into an area of the school grounds that are considered out of bounds for punishment is certainly foolish to the extreme but that mention of a Wraith drinking the blood of Unicorns has me somewhat worried. Only those like the Sorcerers would do something as heinous as that.'

Crescent replied with a somewhat nonchalant air. 'I don't see why you're worried, it's not like any Sorcerer could stand up to you anyways.'

He just hissed back. 'That may be so, but it doesn't mean that Blaise and his friends can take on one yet.'

Harry got the distinct impression Crescent made a sound that was suspiciously like a snort as he replied. 'So what? He's a pathetic little mortal, not someone you should care about and besides you're the one who told me that the Wards around Hogwarts will detect anyone who is corrupted by the Demonic Magic of Sorcerers.'

Harry almost growled out loud as he replied, his mental speech now containing a distinct note of steel in it. 'That pathetic little mortal is my best friend. Don't insult him. Ever.'

Crescent seemed to backpedal as he realised he'd overstepped a boundary he shouldn't have crossed and had now truly made his Master angry. 'My apologies Master, I just… I just don't understand why you care about someone so weak in comparison to you. His life will be so short and he will leave almost nothing behind that will truly affect the world as you will. I just don't understand why you bother with him.'

Harry had to stop himself from sighing as his anger ebbed away. He'd been having this argument with Crescent seemed the weapon had awakened. The blade seemed to believe Harry and by extension, it, were high above humanity and that Harry should not concern himself with their issues and problems a view Harry had vehemently disagreed with. 'You must remember Crescent, even I was a normal human before I killed Fenrir. It wasn't any great power that allowed me to kill him, I just refused to die there, and I refused to bow in submission to that bastard. Never discount humans Crescent, because they will always surprise you. All Godslayers were once humans who were faced with the choice of bowing to the inevitable or rising above that innate fear and did the impossible and became something more.'

Crescent was left to stew on that thought as his mind went back to the memories of when he'd been sealed under the castle by that mortal who'd managed to fight and seal him, something he'd always considered impossible no matter how injured he was. Perhaps his new Master was right maybe there was more to mortals, he'd sit back and watch, and maybe he'd be surprised.

As Harry felt the thoughts of Crescent turn more thoughtful he had to stop himself from smirking, perhaps he'd finally gotten through to the weapon. But his thoughts quickly went back to his friend at Hogwarts. If the Wraith didn't have anything to do with Sorcerers then what was it?

He was forced to stop that line of thought as Grimclaw stopped in front of a room at the end of a corridor. The door had two Goblins in full armour standing to attention on either side of it watching him with wariness and not a little fear despite their professional exteriors. It was a testament to their discipline and race as a whole that they were even capable of meeting his eyes when they were able to sense his full power. If there was one thing Harry's inner Alpha Wolf loved it was meeting true warriors. Individuals who were unyielding and remained disciplined in the face of death just as he was when he met Fenrir and the Goblin Race seemed to be full of those individuals. If these two and Grimclaw were any testament to their race then they were truly a warrior like people.

Knocking on the door Grimclaw waited until he heard a gruff "Come in." From the other side. Opening the door he led Harry into an opulent looking office which had a large ornate looking desk at the other end piled high with stacks of parchment. Sitting behind the desk was a large looking Goblin which had its eyes locked with Harry's as he made his way into the room.

The two stared at one another for a few movements but the Goblin broke eye contact with Harry first and looked at Grimcalw who was standing off to the side looking decidedly uncomfortable before his attention returned to the human yet too powerful to be human being standing in front of him. "How may Gringotts help you Mr…?"

Harry got a small mischievous smile on his face as if he was about to prank someone before he changed his posture slightly causing a sense of majesty to exude from him as he replied with a small bow. "I am Harry James Potter also known as Elias Wolf, Campione of the Greenwich Assembly."

Both Goblins had their eyes widen in surprise, Grimclaw even had his mouth drop open in shock. Harry just chuckled in amusement whilst Ragnok being the leader of the British Goblin Clans was more worldly than Grimclaw and able to marshal his emotions quicker as he replied. "I-It is an honour to meet you, Your Majesty, how may Gringotts assist you this day?"

He did not fear this young man to be lying, no one was insane enough even amongst the Warlocks who rarely interacted with them to pretend to be a Godslayer less they fear the wrath of the one they impersonated falling upon them in retaliation, not to mention the power radiating off him in waves as more than enough to prove his identity.

Harry just smiled as he sat in the chair in front of Ragnok's desk. "I heard that I have money here at Gringotts and I wanted to know more about that, so what can you tell me?"

Ragnok nodded before rifling through a pile of parchment on his desk. He pulled out a few pieces from it a moment later and looked through them. "Yes, Gringotts has a couple of your Vaults. Now let's see… mmm, interesting. You have a trust Vault designed to last you through your schooling then you have the main Potter Vault which normally you would only have access to once you reach your majority however when the bank was founded it was decided that no matter the circumstances a Campione would be able to have full control over any accounts they have with our bank if they had any. This means that despite you being a minor you have full rights to the Potter Family Vaults which are substantial in size."

Reaching down into a draw the Goblin pulled out two keys and placed them on the desk in front of Harry. "These are your Vault Keys, one for your trust vault the other for your Family vault we will make sure to have any other copies of the Keys destroyed should someone present them to us."

Harry just nodded. "Thank you Lord Ragnok I appreciate this greatly, I wish to have access to an Inventory of those vaults."

Ragnok just bowed in reply before a pensive look crossed his face before he said. "There is something you must know, we have had a problem with a Mr Dumbledore attempting to access your vaults over the years saying that he was acting in your stead. We have of course denied him any access since he had no legal right to take money from your Vaults."

Harry gripped the arms of the seat so hard that they actually looked like they were about to splinter as he let out an almost inhuman snarl. Both Goblins looked at him in distinct fear as he snarled out. "So he thinks he can steal from me does he?"

"Ye-yes Your Majesty he attempted it but I can assure you that Gringotts never once accepted his requests!" Ragnok had never actually met a Godslayer before, most tried to stay away from the reclusive Warlocks who proved to be more trouble than they were worth to the powerful Devil Kings. The Warlocks had an innate sense of superiority that gave them the belief that they were above the Rakshasa Raja, so none of the seven could be bothered to get involved with what they viewed as incompetent, spineless idiots who were too dumb to see who held the true power in the word.

It was why someone like Voban who was battle crazy never went after Voldemort. He simply wasn't worthy of the [Devil of the Balkans] getting on a plane all the way to England to crush the man. In his view, Voldemort was simply too weak and too big for his boots to warrant his personal involvement. It wasn't like he cared if the self-proclaimed 'Dark Lord' killed innocents after all. Such worries were for mortals and the Devil was far above those.

So Ragnok was unsurprisingly terrified of someone who could treat the likes of the Dark Lord as an errant child getting angry in his office. Hell, the boy could probably bring down Gringotts itself if he wanted to with minimal effort.

Harry struggled to bring his emotions under control. He couldn't wait for the day he returned to the Warlocks only so he could tell that bastard Albus Dumbledore where to shove his Greater Good. Shaking his head Harry looked at the two Goblins who were staring at him in abstract terror. He groaned before bowing slightly to Ragnok. "My apologies Lord Ragnok for losing my temper. It won't happen again."

Ragnok just nodded as he calmed his beating heart down. If any Warlock had done that he would have demanded their head but he wasn't quite suicidal enough to go after a Godslayer, that would be the height of foolishness not to mention having a Campione associated with the Goblins and his branch specifically would be a great boon that would see him great personal acclaim from the Goblin ruling Council. He decided to just forget about it. It was worthless to hold onto some sought of grudge that served absolutely no purpose but could lose him money in the future if he kept it. Not to mention even he personally was angry about the attempted theft especially after someone had managed to break into the bank a few months previously.

"It's okay Your Majesty I was just taken by surprise. I have never met someone of your rank before and your power can be rather intimidating at times." Said Ragnok in a hopefully soothing response. At least for a Goblin anyway.

Harry just nodded before shaking his head. "My apologies Lord Ragnok, I will ensure I keep my temper in check in the future. If you ever need to contact me send an Owl to Magier Festung in Switzerland."

The Crescent Blade piped up with a distinct tone of anger in its voice. 'Master you shouldn't need to apologise to these creatures, they are beneath you!'

Harry just shook his head mentally before replying with a sigh. 'I must apologise to them it was me who was in the wrong after all. One should be responsible for their own mistakes after all. That's what Sienna taught me.' The Crescent Blade stayed silent after that.

Once everything had calmed down they got back on track as Ragnok stood up from his chair and walked over to a small muggle style filling cabinet. Reaching out he ran a gnarled hand over the front of the cabinet causing a series of runes on the front to flare a blue colour with magical energy. once the flux of energy had died down he reached out and pulled out the draw. It extended far further than the size of the cabinet, a few meters at least and held nearly four or five times the amount of files a normal filing cabinet would. Despite its rather conspicuous look it was perhaps one of the most secured locations in the entire bank.

It held the up to date inventories of all the vaults in the bank and therefore only Ragnok alone could access it. Any attempt to tamper with it or put Ragnok under any form of mind control would result in the cabinets Wards locking up and sealing even him out.

Flicking through the different files he pulled out a folder before pushing the draw back in and sealing it back up with a touch. Sitting back at his desk he opened the folder which revealed a piece of parchment with gold leaf around the edges with the Gringotts crest on it.

Pulling a knife out of a draw he twisted it around and presented it handle first to Harry. "Here please make a cut on your hand and drip it onto the parchment to reveal your inventory."

Harry looked at the Goblin for a moment before looking at the parchment, he could feel the magic coming off of the parchment with his heightened Spiritual Senses and he didn't sense any deceit coming from the Goblin so he grabbed the knife and in one quick motion sliced open his palm allowing blood to drip down onto the paper which glowed brightly for a moment as the blood was absorbed into it. The moment the glow died down words appeared on the parchment and Harry picked it up to read it.

Vault Identification and Inventory

Harry James Potter

Age: 11

Born: July 31st 1980

Father: James Potter. (Warlock)

Mother: Lily J Potter nee Evans. (Warlock)

Adopted Mother: Pandora (True God).

Godfather: Sirius Orion Black. (Warlock)

Status: Halfblood Warlock (former), Ascended Being.

Campione, Godslaying Devil King

The House of Potter

Patron of the Greenwich Assembly

The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black (Heir)

The Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Slytherin (Right of Conquest)

Vaults

Potter Heir Trust Vault: Active

Potter Family Vault: 98,000 Galleons

Slytherin Family Vault: Heirlooms and Treasures: 3,000 Galleons

Propertys

Godric Hollows, West Country, England

Harry looked down the piece of parchment before asking Ragnok. "What is left in the Slytherin Vault?"

Ragnok frowned as he looked down at a piece of parchment. "Not a lot, there is only a few rare books on Sorcerers that were not cleaned out by the last owner of the Slytherin Vault Lord Voldemort."

Harry nodded as he looked down in thought, Voldemort had never walked the road of a Sorcerer even when it would give him a boost of power though why he refused to do so was a mystery. Perhaps because it would attract the attention of the Mage Associations of Europe or perhaps even a Godslayer. In the end it didn't matter, the man had stayed far way from those Demon worshipers.

"I shall take this then Lord Ragnok thank you for your assistance.

Ragnok bit back a retort, he wasn't supposed to let those parchments go but it wasn't like he could stop him so in the end he nodded before bowing. "It has been a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty. I look forward to seeing you again in the future."

Harry nodded with a smile in his face as he left the room. "I look forward to our next meeting."

Ragnok sunk back into his chair as he released a deep breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. For mead's sake, he hadn't realised that Godslayer's would be that scary. I mean sure he'd heard the rumours and stories of their power and legendary battles between the Devil Kings and the Heretic Gods but to see it, in person…

It was both exhilarating and terrifying. Ragnok was by no means a coward by anyone's standard but even he had been struck dumb by the sheer aura radiating from the young boy, especially when he was angry. The old Goblin looked over his desk and winced when he saw the spider web of small cracks in the reinforced stone. The boy had an iron will and great control over his immense power especially for someone of his age that was clear and yet he'd still managed to damage his floor. Ragnok suddenly understood why even the greatest of the Goblin warriors of the past had never once tried to challenge one of the Campione.

It wasn't that the Goblins were weak in courage or mental fortitude. It was just that it was a pointless endeavour. No matter how skilled a Goblin was or how strong a weapon one forged it simply wouldn't be enough. He'd seen only a smidgen of a Campione's full power and he had already decided that he'd rather have his Clan start another Rebellion than face the wrath of a God Slaying Devil King. Looking over at Grimclaw he actually saw the other Goblin was still staring at the cracks in the floor, completely lost to the world. He couldn't blame him, it wasn't like meeting a Campione was a common occurrence after all.

He was forced to stifle a chuckle as he realised just what a mess this would create when the Warlocks found out. Their vaulted hero and saviour was one of the ones they secretly declared to be Dark Lords.

Hell Ragnok had even heard a rumour a drunk Pureblood Warlock was spreading that the Campione were the ones that trained the Dark Lord Voldemort in order to cause havoc in their 'perfect' community because they were jealous of them. Ha!

How stupid could you get to come up with something like that? He briefly thought about the faces Dumbledore and that idiot Fudge would make when they realised the truth that not only was Harry Potter The-Boy-Who-Lived, a Godslayer but had the control of the most influential organisation of magic users in Northern Europe. He couldn't quite keep the cackle in as that thought ran through his mind as he dissolved into a full-blown fit of laughter right there in his chair as Grimclaw who had managed to pull himself back together stood there watching his always serious boss laugh himself silly and wondered not only if this day had all been a dream but if he needed to call a healer to check on Lord Ragnok's mental health.


Meanwhile, Harry walked out of the doors of Gringotts and made his way through Diagon Alley completely unaware of all the chaos he'd left behind in the office of the leader of the Goblins.

As he stood there in the middle of Diagon Alley he wondered what his life would have been like had he not become a Campione. Would he have looked wide eyed at this place as he entered a brand new world of magic and wonder still innocent to the world and the terrifying beings that stalked the corners of this Mystical side of the world.

He would only admit it in the privacy of his own mind but he was lonely, ironic wasn't it? For the first time in his life adults paid attention to what he had to say, his words were important and he was no longer pushed to the side and ignored like yesterdays rubbish, but like everything it came at a cost.

Rather than ignored he was feared, they tried to hide it but with his heightened senses and almost supernatural instincts he could see their fear as clear as day, apart from a very few most who had encountered him and knew what he truly was looked at him with fear and terror in their eyes as if they feared that he would wipe them from existence just by breathing too loudly. It was an emotion that he had been wholly unprepared to deal with having always been the one on the receiving end rather than being on the other end.

It had bothered him, seriously bothered him but just like everything else that troubled him he buried it under the facade, the image that there was nothing wrong, he never knew if he was a good King but he was good at appearing as one at least. It was an almost natural state of a Campione to dominate and fight for dominance, not made any easier by the instincts of the Alpha Wolf he had fought all those years ago.

He was feared even by those he called friend and had equals only amounting to six others in the entire world. Men and women who like him had done the impossible though it wasn't like he could just walk up to them and try to make friends, every instinct in their body would call for them to fight. Godslayers were naturally territorial, like wolves they protected and guarded their territories jealously and any infringement would bring them into instant conflict with one another.

Those heightened dominating instincts, the expectations of those who had sworn their service to him, it had nearly overwhelmed him and crushed him. He hid behind the same walls he had erected to live with the Durselys and refused to allow anyone in behind those walls and stayed quiet, observing everything like a wounded animal, wary and constantly alert for the other shoe to drop when he inevitability failed to live up to their expectations.

He hadn't wanted it initially, the attention, the admiration that was given to him by those who surrounded him, he just wanted to be normal, he wanted to be like everyone else. Not lesser, not greater just someone who blended into the background. He just wanted to be free from those who shackled him. That had always been his dream, to be free of those who tried to shackle him, belittle him, push him down. He had just wanted to be normal.

He had not realized just how twisted that logic was until Blasie Zabini had pointed it out with a simple question.

Isn't being normal what the Dursleys wanted to be?

That single sentence had caused him to freeze as every higher function in his head shutdown. Then he began to think, why would he want to be normal? That was the obsession of his relatives why by all the Gods would he want to be anything like them!

It had been an epiphany.

He wasn't ever going to be normal, not since he decided to defy common sense and stand against a God in battle.

Or perhaps it went back even further with a Prophecy he didn't know anything about and a Dark Lord that tried to tear a country apart in civil war.

In the end it didn't matter, he would never be normal and he needed to stop pretending that he was in anyway like everyone else. He wasn't, he was a King, a Lord that stood above all others in this world unchecked and unrivaled, and finally free as he had always wanted. He was still growing into his power but he would never be normal and he would spit in the face of everything the Dursley's stood for if only to spite them from his place of freedom, a place they had denied him with every breath they took.

Incidentally it had also solidified the friendship between Harry and the Italian boy.

With a smile on his face at that last thought he began to walk down the street away from the bank leaving some very relived Goblins, happy their bank was still intact after encountering a Campione.

Harry meanwhile had wasted enough time on this little trip. He was going back to the Castle, he still had many more research projects and learning to do, Atkins was teaching him about the Netherworld and what scarce information the Assembly had managed to collect on it.

With that last thought he strode out of the Leaky Cauldron and into a waiting black suburban car which swiftly drove away, disappearing into traffic with most of the Warlocks none the wiser of his presence there, completely unaware of their missing saviour having just walked in their midst.

Only a single pair of dreamy pale silvery eyes had watched his progress down the street, the young girls pale blond hair swaying in the wind as she hummed a tune to herself. She watched him until he had reached the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron and disappeared before she turned to follow her father down the road in the opposite direction all the while still humming.


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