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Chapter 6 - Alchemists, Dragons and Demons

The castle of Magier Festung shone brightly in the morning mountainous air, a chill crisp tint to it. The morning light shone off the castle walls illuminating them in the light of the dawn. A light but gentle breeze caressed the faces of the guards of the magical fortress even as the sound of a sleek black car broke the quiet of the morning. As the car approached the gates they swung open with barely a whisper, the car uninhibited by either guards or the other more esoteric defences placed upon the castles' fortifications.

As the car arrived in front of the large doors of the great castle it came to a stop, two people exited the vehicle; a beautiful woman and a young boy; the boy possessed a great resemblance to the women.

Blaise looked up at his home and smiled, Hogwarts had been a great, thrilling and interesting experience but it was good to be home once more. Hogwarts just seemed to lack something that Magier Festung possessed.

"Blaise!" a young masculine voice called out. Blaise felt the smile rise on his face as he looked up at the doors of the castle. One of the two massive doors had been pushed open just enough to allow a human to slip through, an impressive feat considering the doors huge size and the age of the one who pushed open the giant wooden slabs single-handedly.

Blaise smirked, his friend hadn't changed all that much in the time he'd been gone. He'd gotten a bit taller and his muscles were more defined but he was still the same green-eyed raven-haired King he remembered.

The two boys reached out to clasp hands before pulling the other intro a quick embrace before Harry backed off looking at his friend with a smile. "How was Hogwarts then?"

Blaise gave him a look before answering with a drawl. "Cold and wet." His answer was so deadpanned that Harry couldn't help the twitch in his eye at the statement.

He just huffed before smiling. "Well you should probably get your stuff inside, the rest of the higher-ups of the Assembly have gathered to hear your report."

"Don't worry we will be there Harry." Sienna piped up as she gave her son a look that screamed 'or else', nodding frantically he agreed with his mother as Harry and the Zabini pair made their way inside.

Sienna had split from the two boys as they walked back to Blaise's room with the briefcase in hand. The Italian boy had dropped off his trunk and other personal effects and together they walked in the direction of the Roundtable Room.

Blaise had been called to give his report on his time at Hogwarts for the Assembly who had no one else directly on the castle grounds so they used him a spy. It wasn't something Blaise felt bad about. It was for the Assembly, his home.

They approached a corridor, two guards standing outside of the door on the other end of the corridor. They straightened and saluted the moment Harry came in sight of them.

As the two boys arrived in front of the door Harry gave Blaise an amused look, the Italian boy looked nervous in a way he hadn't felt in front of Dumbledore. His response wasn't that strange if you think about it. He rarely ever saw the different people in the room inside in one place.

Standing in front of the door Harry looked at Blaise and asked. "Ready?" Blaise looked at him and nodded.

Together they walked into the room, meeting the leaders of the Greenwich Assembly stood, stood to meet their King. His loyal aid at his side, a boy they had sent to scout the Wand Wavers some called them.

Harry gave his friend a light squeeze on his shoulder before he made his way to his Throne, though he hated the term. The moment he sat, the others sat as well just as Blaise made his way to the centre of the room.

He stood there, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead as the Heads of the Assembly looked at him. He had stared down Albus Dumbledore without even flinching yet something in Director Madame Atkins' gaze made him feel like he was two feet tall.

She was like a scarier McGonagall!

He managed to calm himself somewhat as he saw his mother smiling encouragingly at him, steeling himself he gazed forward as the sharp voice of Madame Atkins rang out through the silence. "Mr Blaise Zabini, you have your report on Warlock school Hogwarts?"

"Yes, Ma'am." He replied before taking a deep breath.

"I arrived at the school with no problems, the only issue being an announcement by the Headmaster Albus Dumbledore that a corridor on the third floor was blocked off to all those who didn't wish for a painful death."

There were some raised eyebrows at that and exchanged looks. Each one of them knew that children, especially magical children were likely to ignore such a warning and go investigate anyway so wondered why he would announce such a thing in the first place.

"The first issue that occurred happened on Halloween. A Troll was lead into the school and attacked a young Warlock, a girl by the name of Hermione Granger. Luckily I was able to reach her in time and rescue her before she could be seriously injured." He stated in a monotone tone, pushing any emotion about the event in question to the side, as he did not wish to colour events with his own opinion unless asked.

All of them let out sighs of relief, none of them liked the idea of a young girl being harmed, even if most of them were no strangers to suffering or hardship. It was still something that shouldn't take place especially in a school of all places!

The Director being the most pragmatic of the people there along with being the most experienced asked a very important question. "Did your actions or the girl compromise you or your mission in anyway?"

He shook his head in negative. "No they did not Director, I only showed my skill with a blade. They seemed to brush over that skill as many Warlocks tend to do. Deeming it irrelevant."

Many in the room nodded at that even as Vikenti snorted in both agreement and amusement. It was well known by the rest of the mystical world that the Warlocks disdained any form of activity if it did not involve their wands. They were all but incapable of performing magic without one and become powerless when it was snapped or taken from them thus they treated the silly things with near reverence.

"There were not many issues after that at least until the events of the 4th June." He said once more gaining the attention of the people in the room again.

"What happened that day?" asked Vikenti in a gruff voice though there was no heat in it.

Blaise licked his lips before he took a deep breath before he began his explanation.

Flashback

Blaise had to think for a moment how the hell he got into positions like this. He was standing in front of a three-headed Cerberus that was fast asleep with his friends Neville, Hermione, Daphne and Tracy next to him as they gathered around a trap door, which it looked like the large three-headed dog had been guarding.

It had all started a few hours earlier, they had long ago discovered that the object that the Headmaster had hidden in the school was the legendary Philosophers Stone created by the Immortal Alchemist Nicolas Flamel! A man of great fame throughout the Magical World and even considerable fame in the Warlock's Society. No one really knew how he had managed to create the Stone, the perfect and final manifestation of the Hermetic study of Alchemy, some people even went as far as to suggest that the man was a Campione due to the fact that it was believed by many that no mortal could ever reach the pinnacle of Alchemy without the heavens defying Authorities of the Campione though this rumour had been denied when one brave soul brought this idea in front of the Ruler of the Martial Realm herself Luo Hao and she stated clearly that Flamel was no Godslayer just a genius amongst genius's at Alchemy.

The man himself was forced to remain in hiding due to the numerous people were driven by greed to hunt his Stone. It was said that everyone from Mages to Heretic Gods had attempted to take the Stone from him but had never been able to find him or it. Its connection to hermetic Magic meant it was probably one of the most sought after creations in the world. Thus it was extremely surprised to learn that it was at Hogwarts away from his protection, not to mention located in a school full of children!

Ignoring that fact, they hadn't done anything with that knowledge apart from Blaise who sent a letter to Harry in secret about the identity of the object which had managed to make the Campione nervous and almost come in person to retrieve it but untimely decided against it, settling for ordering Blaise to give a warning to the others not to speak of it in the open. He was essentially practising security through obscurity. Since no one else knew the Philosophers Stone was at Hogwarts, why draw attention to it?

Blaise had taken a trip to the Third Floor Corridor only once, opening the door to take a peek inside in order to scout out the protections, only to get a face full of Cerberus. He hadn't gone back to explore since.

Then one night Dumbledore had gone off to the Ministry for one reason or another and they had realised it was the perfect time for Snape to steal the Stone. Blaise hadn't initially believed the man to be the one responsible but the bite wound on his leg he had seen on Halloween had suggested that he was in fact the culprit. When they approached the Deputy Headmistress she had brushed them off that had led them here to stop Snape from stealing the Stone themselves if none of the adults could be bothered to do it themselves.

There had been numerous traps protecting the Stone but the group of students had managed to navigate themselves past all of them until they reached the last one, a logic puzzle that would only allow a single individual to pass through a wall of fire. In the end, it had been Blaise who had been the one to make the journey through the fire after solving the riddle.

It felt like he was stepping through a lukewarm shower as he walked through the flames. Emerging on the other side he looked around. He was standing at the top of a staircase that lead downwards. Walking forward he drew his wand as he watched for any traps or any sign of Snape, but seeing nothing, he continued his walk downwards until he reached the bottom of the stairs and came out into the last room. It was smaller than the last two rooms and in the middle of the room was a large ornate mirror but the real surprise was the man standing in front of the mirror.

Blaise had expected to see the greased black hair and billowing black robes of the Master of the Dungeons instead he was looking at the back of a purple turban. A turban he had seen every week since the day he'd started at Hogwarts. Standing there in the centre of the room was the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor Quirinus Quirrell.

As he made his way into his room the Professor sensed him and turned around. His normal nervous and twitchy disposition gone as he stared at Blaise with a sharp look in his eye, though it did contain quite a bit of surprise.

"Professor Quirrell?" Blaise asked tentatively, this man was acting very different from how his Defence teacher usually did and it was rather creepy to not see a skittish look on Quirrell's face.

"Zabini? Well, I wasn't expecting you to be the one to come down here." Answered the Professor, his voice calm and measured.

"But I thought Professor Snape…" Blaise trailed off, rather confused to be flat-footed like this. Internally he groaned, Harry had given him a warning that something seemed up with Quirrell from his letters. This ought to teach him to not ignore the intuition of a Godslayer.

The Defence Professor just got an odd little smile on his face as he answered. "Yes, Severus does seem to fit the bill, doesn't he? I am surprised to see a Slytherin like yourself down here, it's positively Gryffindor of you. I expected better of you Blaise."

If he thought he could rile Blaise up with that, he was wrong. Blaise just scowled back at him. "There's nothing wrong with a little nobility and bravery every so often but I must ask though, you've been faking your stutter then?"

Quirrell just nodded. "Yes after all who would suspect poor little st-stuttering Pr-Professor Quirrell."

"Why?" asked Blaise suddenly, changing the topic completely.

"What?" answered the Professor.

"Why do this, why come here to steal the Stone? What do want it for?" Asked Blaise.

"Sh-Show him." Came a rasping voice that seemed to originate from the professor even though he wasn't speaking.

Suddenly the stuttering and nervous Professor Quirrell he'd had in class all year was back, but this time it seemed to be real fear reflected in his eyes. The professor reached up to his turban and began to unravel it and Blaise got a sudden unsettling feeling in his stomach that he wouldn't like what was underneath all that linen. As the last piece of purple cloth came off Blaise could see reflected in the mirror a sight that made him want to hurl right there and then.

On the back of Quirrell's head was a face. It looked like it had been grafted onto the bald back of his cranium. It wasn't even the face of a normal man, no it was distorted with a slit nose and pale skin. The creepiest thing about it though was its eyes. Red, like the colour of spilt blood.

Blaise could feel the power coming from it as well now that it was uncovered and he took an involuntary step back. It wasn't the overwhelming sense of power that Harry exuded when he didn't keep his aura in check, no it was definitely in the mortal levels but it was more than that, it was the sense of disgust it caused to well up in him that caused him to baulk. He'd sensed magic of a darker nature before, it had come from one of the Sorcerers the Assembly had captured, he'd been able to sense the tainted nature of the magic in the Sorcerer. It had felt like the man was marked with a portion of inhuman darkness, twisting and writhing with pure evil, wishing only for endless destruction and ruin. An echo of the personification of evil incarnate. One that invoked a primal fear in all who sensed it. It had given Blaise nightmares for weeks afterwards. This though… this was a different form of darkness. One that didn't contain any of the otherworldly quality of that magic. No this was purely human darkness. A mortal who had put himself through foul rituals devised solely by humans to twist their body, magic and souls to reach greater power. Blaise couldn't decide which was worse. At least Demons weren't human and never were human, this… thing had twisted itself into something that was impossible to be considered human. It went to show that Warlock Magic could be twisted into almost anything and if used wrong could create horrific results.

The mouth of the face stretched and it began to speak in a rasping voice. "Well, this was unexpected. A Slytherin comes to stop me, how surprising… I would have thought a Gryffindor would be the only one foolish enough to do so. In fact, I suspected it would be the one Gryffindor we all anticipated to appear... but alas he never showed. So young Blaise Zabini son of the Black Widow why would a Pureblood like yourself try to stop me?"

Blaise narrowed his eyes at the twisted Warlock stuck to the back of his Defence Professors head. 'Who was this guy?' That was the only question running through Blaise's head. 'Whoever they are they obviously dislike Gryffindor, so Slytherin alumnus then and what was that reference about a Gryffindor not being here? Wait… No… It can't be!?'

Almost as if he found the very idea impossible Blaise breathed out his name almost as if a whisper. "Voldemort."

The now identified Dark Lord's mouth twisted into a vicious smile. "I see you know of me, and yet I detect no fear in you despite you knowing my name."

Blaise just stared and then he began to laugh. It started off small, like a giggle but it quickly developed into a full-blown belly laugh. He couldn't help it. Voldemort had been like the bogeyman in his early childhood, an unstoppable monster that prayed on innocent Warlocks and if he'd stayed in the insular society that was the Warlock society he probably would be quaking in his boots right about now. But having met a Godslayer and felt their power and knowing just what Harry was now. He couldn't help but laugh, Voldemort was so screwed! He couldn't wait for the look of terror on his face when he finally met Harry!

He had been initially taken aback by the foul nature of Voldemort's magic but when he really thought about it being reduced to being stuck on the back of someone's head to survive was really rather pathetic.

The Dark Lord was now fed up with the young boy who, not only showed no fear towards him but had the audacity to laugh at him. Angrily he hissed out. "And, what is so funny, boy?"

As he got his laughter back under control he kept one eye on the now pissed off Dark Lord. Blaise internally realised it was probably a bad idea to piss off an angry Dark Lord, that was probably something Harry should do, not him. He wasn't a Godslayer, mortal magic actually worked on him, and he was a normal person who died when killed.

Blaise just stared for a moment at the man that had taken his best friend's parents from him before answering snidely. "Nothing you need concern yourself with Voldemort, your time is coming though that I can promise you."

The Dark Lord's red eyes clouded over with anger as they took in the boy who had dared to defy him. Shouting out at Quirrell he snarled. "Make the boy pay for his disrespect and once he has learnt his lesson use him to find the Stone!"

Quirrell whimpered before answering. "Yes, Master." Raising his wand he shouted out. "Crucio!"

For a normal Warlock, they would probably have frozen in terror as the Torture Curse flew towards them, unlike them however Blaise had been trained by Knights of the Greenwich Assembly how to fight and part of that was how to judge an opponent's movements, he was already on the move the moment the Curse left Quirrell's wand. A part of him wondered if it was all their training not to mention his spars with Harry that were allowing him to be calm in the face of Voldemort. One of the most powerful Warlocks of modern times.

As he landed on his side having dived to the floor in order to dodge the Curse, Blaise raised his wand up and slashed it in a sideways V before shouting. "Reducto!"

A pale blue light left his wand and Blaise hoped it would be enough to at least slow Voldemort down. It wasn't, Quirrell's wand came up and the Curse was batted to the side like a minor annoyance.

Another flick of Quirrell's wand had Blaise's wand flying out of his hand and clattering across the floor. Blaise looked up to see the Voldemort possessed Quirrell flying towards him and he was suddenly struck with the realisation that the wraith he'd met in the forest praying on Unicorns was, in fact, the twisted Warlock diving towards him. Before he could react, the possessed Quirrell had him in his grasp, his hands wrapped around his neck in a vice-like grip and Blaise felt himself getting dragged forward towards the mirror in the centre of the room. Pushed until he was standing in front of the ornate mirror he heard the sibylline voice of the Dark Lord ask. "What do you see?"

Blaise turned his attention to the mirror and he took a long look at it. At first, he saw nothing but his reflection but then the mirror seemed to shimmer slightly before changing. Instead of his reflection, a different scene was reflected on the surface of the mirror. He was older looking about nineteen and was standing next to Harry who also looked older. Together they were laughing at some joke even as an older Hermione walked into view, her hair having calmed down and falling down her shoulders and gave the older him a kiss on the cheek. In the background, he could see his mother standing next to a man with black hair that looked similar to Harry with his arm around a woman with flaming red hair and emerald green eyes so similar to Harry's. They were Harry's parents!

As he continued watching he saw older versions of Neville, Daphne and Tracy coming over and giving them all hugs as together they celebrated and laughed, completely carefree. As he felt Quirrell's' grip on his neck his thoughts came back to his present situation and the mirror blurred once more revealing his reflection but no Quirrell. Standing behind him. The mirror version of him reached into his pocket only to pull out a red stone, the Philosophers Stone and wink at him before placing it back into his pocket and suddenly Blaise felt a weight settle in the pocket of his trousers. He had the Philosophers Stone on him and Quirrell was right behind him. Dam how was he supposed to get out of this now? He really wished Harry was here…

He was forced away from his half-baked plans of getting away when he felt Quirrell shake him slightly and ask. "Well, what did you see?"

Blaise knew he had no other choice he couldn't exactly give the Dark Lord and his agent what they wanted could he so he decided to do the Slytherin thing and lie. Reinforcing his Occlumency shields he said as evenly as he could. "I saw myself, I'm Quidditch Captain and Head Boy."

Suddenly he felt a probe slam into his Occlumency shields and he groaned in pain as the Dark Lord tried to break through his defences. The probe was powerful and ruthless and contained no mercy as it tried to smash through his mental barriers. Voldemort obviously detected the truth as he hissed out. "The boy lies!"

Blaise felt the grip on his neck tighten as Quirrell hissed angrily. "Tell me the truth! Where is the Stone?!"

Blaise was trapped, he knew that. He could feel his mental barriers failing and soon Voldemort would know the truth about the Stone and Harry. No! He couldn't allow that, he wouldn't allow that! He remembered one of the pieces of advice Ryzhkov had given him. "If you are trapped with no way to defend yourself properly remember, a good defence can sometimes be a good offence." Remembering that he decided it was time to fight back or die. He didn't have his wand so magic was out but what Voldemort and Quirrell didn't, couldn't know was that he had been trained in martial arts as well and it was time to put those skills to the test.

Relying purely on his training he twisted his way out of the older man's grip and spun around as he lashed out with his foot, connecting with the kneecap of the possessed Quirrell. Now, normally an eleven-year-old boy no matter how physically trained shouldn't be able to do much damage to a fully grown man however most men haven't been suffering under the effects of possession for a full year by a malevolent spirit which has slowly been breaking down and destroying its physical host. So when Blaise's foot connected with Quirrell kneecap it shattered. The deteriorating and already weak bone utterly disintegrating under the strike. Quirrell let out a shriek of pain and Blaise capitalised on his enemy's momentary situational blindness to dive to the side and grab his wand off the floor.

Quirrell seemed to see this through his haze of agony as he tried to raise his own wand to curse him but his aim was shaky and he didn't seem to be able to concentrate enough to fire off a spell. Grabbing his wand off the floor Blaise picked up his own wand and cast the only real offensive magic he knew. "Reducto!"

The pale blue light flew through the air and smashed into Quirrell's torso sending him flying across the room and crashing into the mirror breaking the glass into a million pieces. Blaise watched in a mixture of fascination and horror as Quirrell began to disintegrate in front of his eyes. It started with his torso where the spell had hit and slowly spread outwards. It was as if his body couldn't take any more and was breaking down into dust.

As Quirrell's head turned into dust Voldemort let out one last shriek of rage as he screamed. "You'll pay for this Blaise Zabini!"With that final declaration, Voldemort seemed to detach himself from Quirrell's corpse just as it turned to dust. Voldemort seemed to form into a cloud of darkness which let out a scream as it passed through Blaise before disappearing through one of the walls to make its escape.

As Blaise sat there on the floor he felt the exhaustion of using too much magic and the adrenaline he had used all day catch up to him and he slumped to the ground unconscious. The last thing he heard was a familiar voice call out his name as he fell into darkness.

Meanwhile, in a castle located deep in the mountains of Switzerland, a young boy looked up from the book he had been studying as he lay on the windowsill of one of the large ornate glass windows that formed one of the large rooms in the castle.

His eyes narrowed and sharpened as he looked out of the window. His gaze seeming to transcend the horizon as if looking at something no one else could see. He could feel it deep within his gut, his instincts told him something was wrong with his best friend. His eyes blazed with fire as eldritch power flared within the green orbs and the rune that hid his weapon on his arm pulsed, his weapon eager to be summoned to tear apart its master's enemies as the boy thought of someone hurting his friend.

He took a deep breath to calm himself as the fire in his eyes abated. He'd just have to trust his friend to get through by himself.

Flashback End

Everyone sat there stunned at the explanation and the events, even though they knew Voldemort was back having already received a small report from Blaise about the events of that day.

The most affected was Harry himself who was gripping the chair he was sitting on so hard the wood was creaking from the strain. His anger radiating off of him so greatly everyone else in the room could feel his rage and was looking nervously in his direction hoping that he didn't let his anger lose and hurt them or destroy the castle.

As Harry sat there he saw the looks sent his way he shut his eyes and took a deep breath and the aura he was emitting vanished allowing everyone to slump in relief.

"T-That wasn't the end though." Blaise said stuttering only slightly as he recovered.

"What do you mean?" Carter asked leaning.

"Yeah something really strange happened with Dumbledore after I awoke in the Hospital Wing." Blaise said.

"Odd, how so?" asked Olivia Leonard in curiosity.

"He tried to recruit the Assembly." He responded dryly.

A long silence rang out through the room before a series of snorts came out of the mouths of the different members of the Assembly. As if that would ever happen and they all almost immediately dismissed the very notion none of them would lower them to work for someone like Albus Dumbledore, and it was lower themselves. No matter his age Harry Potter was a Campione, one of the seven most powerful individuals in the entire world and to betray him for someone like Albus Dumbledore would be the utter height of foolishness that none of them would even contemplate.

"How did that go down?" Harry asked, the amusement in his voice clear as day.

"Well." Blaise said as he took a deep breath, and told the Council of what occurred upon his waking from exhaustion.

Flashback

Blaise groaned as his eyes fluttered open. He took a deep breath before he began to examine his surroundings. He was in the, if he remembered correctly, School Infirmary. He groaned slightly from stiff muscles as he sat up in bed only to look up when he heard the sound of someone walking towards him. It was the Infirmary Matron Poppy Pomfrey

"Ah you are up Mister Zabini, good, now here drink this." As she finished her sentence she produced a vile from the folds of her robes and placed it in his hands. Blaise dutifully drank the contents coughing slightly as he finished it. He'd forgotten just how vile Potions could be he asked. "How long have I been out?"

She looked at him and said. "You have been asleep for the last three days."

The old matron just nodded to herself as she said. "That should get you back onto your feet by this afternoon." She then turned around and walked back to her office leaving Blaise in peace. As he closed his eyes and relaxed his body the memories came rushing back. He forced down the shiver, he'd killed a man. Ugh, it didn't make him feel very good even just thinking about it. He would have to send a letter to warn him about the fact his parents killer was still alive, he doubted Harry would be very pleased.

Then his thoughts turned to the Stone. Reaching down he realised he was still wearing the same trousers and he physical sighed in relief, he could feel the bulge of the Stone in his pocket. Dumbledore wouldn't get his grubby mitts on it. Not if he had anything to say about it.

Blaise looked up as he heard the sound of footsteps and almost as if he had been summoned by Blaise's thoughts of the man, Albus Dumbledore stood there in all his garish bright blue-robed glory, his eyes twinkling away merrily.

"Mr Zabini, how are you feeling?" Asked the Headmaster, his grandfatherly persona on at full power.

Blaise nodded amicably as he rushed to reinforce his Occlumency shields before replying. "I'm doing fine thank you, Headmaster."

The Headmaster just nodded as he moved to sit on the next bed over and looked at Blaise over his half-moon. "Now mister Zabini your friends have informed me of much of what went on three nights ago but I would like to know what happened to you."

Blaise juggled his options, he could try lying but he didn't think that was a very good idea. Dumbledore was an extremely shrewd man and would pick up on it if his stories had too many lies mixed into them and he couldn't tell the complete truth because there was no way he was giving the Philosophers Stone over to Albus Dumbledore, no he was going to deliver it to Harry to do with what he wanted. Blaise had no desire to hold onto it. He wasn't completely suicidal, if anyone learnt he had the Stone on him they would hunt him to the ends of the earth to retrieve it. No something of that calibre belonged in the hands of a powerful organisation or a Campione who could safeguard it. Luckily Harry and the Assembly fit the bill for that. So, in the end, he decided he would need to tell mostly the truth mixed in with one or two lies to… redirect the Headmaster.

"Well, sir it went like this…" started Blaise as he begun to spin the headmaster a tale of heroism and bravery as he told him about walking through the flames ready to confront his Head of House only to find himself in the room with Professor Quirrell who had taken his turban off to reveal Voldemort stuck to the back of his head. He told him about taunting the Dark Lord and how he tried to get the drop on him only to fail and get himself captured and how he was able to wrangle his way out of Quirrell's grasp and hit him with a Reductor Curse which smashed him into the mirror breaking it. Then he told the Headmaster about the body of Quirrell disintegrating and the black wraith that disappeared through the wall that he thought was Voldemort. He made no mention of standing in front of the mirror and retrieving the Stone.

As he went through his explanation the Headmaster's expression barely changed as he listened to Blaise' story as if he was recounting the weather. In the end, after Blaise had fallen silent the old man nodded. "Thank you Mr Zabini, it is most worrying to know that Voldemort is still out there." The old man seemed to pause for a moment before he peered down at Blaise with a piercing look in his eyes, their incessant twinkling now completely absent. "Now are you sure that was all that happened?"

Blaise made sure to avoid the Headmasters eyes as he fortified his Occlumency Shields as far as they could go, besides the Headmasters gaze might make most people nervous they had nothing on Harry's when he was angry. Making sure his voice was as normal as possible he answered. "No headmaster I've told you everything I can remember."

Dumbledore seemed to pause for a moment before he sagged slightly and the twinkle returned to his eyes. Not that Blaise would ever look him straight in the eye. "My apologies Mister Zabini I just had to be sure, what with the fact that Voldemort seems to still be around. Now I understand that your mother is a member of the Greenwich Assembly?"

Blaise just stared at him internally wondering what his game was. "Yes, she is." He answered slowly not quite sure where he was going with this.

"Will you be telling her of what has happened here?" he asked.

Blaise just nodded. "Of course."

The Headmaster looked expectantly at Blaise as if expecting him to elaborate… he didn't. Recovering himself Dumbledore asked. "Well, do you know what your mothers and the Greenwich Assembly's view on Voldemort would be should he return?"

Blaise had to stop himself from gawking. The man wanted to… recruit the Assembly. Ha! Ha! Ha! Like any of the Mage's Associations would ever willingly bow to a Warlock, even one of Dumbledore's standard let alone the Assembly which hated the old man for what he did to their Campione.

Instead, Blaise just smiled and said. "I don't know Sir, it depends on how the British Ministry of Magic. They were the ones who refused aid from foreign powers to deal with their Dark Warlock problem. Besides, my mother will probably be curious as to why something like the Philosophers Stone was in Hogwarts a school for children behind protections a group of first years could get past."

Blaise was treated to the sight of Dumbledore actually looking nervous and uncomfortable as he shifted in his seat before he seemed to gather himself and reply "Ah, yes well you see Quirrell broke most of the traps as he went through so you only encountered the easy and noticeable ones."

Blaise felt his eyebrow twitch at the lie but he carried on going as he probed for another question he wanted answering, or more accurately he wanted to know what Dumbledore's response would be. "What happened to the Philosophers Stone then Sir?"

Dumbledore's eyes seemed to brighten up as Blaise changed the topic. "Ah, my boy that is an interesting question, you see the mirror in the centre of the room, the one that was smashed, it contained the Stone hidden within it. That mirror known as the Mirror of Erised shows a man's deepest desire and the mirror was charmed to give the Stone to someone who wanted it but would not use it. However with it now smashed beyond repair the Stone is now lost."

Blaise narrowed his eyes at the man before nodding then he asked another question that had been on his mind. "What about Mister and Miss Flamel then? Hasn't he lost his method of immortality?"

Now Dumbledore took on a more sombre look as he answered gravely. "Nicolas and Perenelle decided they had spent long enough on this Earth and that it was time for them to depart on the next Great Adventure, they decided to give me their Stone for research purposes whilst they put their affairs in order before they pass on."

Blaise just nodded at that response, something about it didn't ring true but he wasn't about to interrogate Dumbledore about it so chose to let it go for the moment and ask Harry about his thoughts on it once he was back at Magier Festung. He was drawn out of his planning by Dumbledore standing up from his place on the neighbouring bead. The old man addressed him as his eyes twinkled away. "Well Mr Zabini I must thank you for your efforts for without you Voldemort may have very well been walking amongst us once more now I must go."

With that, the old man beat a hasty retreat. It seemed he was still nervous about the possibility of Blaise interrogating him about why such a priceless artefact was in a school. Blaise just shrugged, it wasn't like he cared as long as the old coot was far, far, far away from him.

Now how to write a letter to your mother telling them you nearly died stealing a rock that would grant immortality and infinite wealth?


Meanwhile, Albus Dumbledore made his way out of the Infirmary, his thoughts travelling a mile a minute as he created, analysed and discarded different plans. It had been a real shame that the Philosopher's Stone had been lost, he had planned to use it to make sure that the Greater Good never died.

He couldn't understand why Nicholas would spend all his time hiding and observing when he could have spent his long life guiding the Magic World towards the Greater Good, it was why he had needed to take actions into his own hands and taken the Stone from them by force. It had been a difficult fight to say the least Nicholas was far from being a slouch in the area of magical combat, he was just lucky that he had been able to ambush the Immortal Alchemist and escape with relatively little injury. Luckily he was able to suppress any response by either the British or French Ministers and halted any investigations by the Aurors.

His plan had veered quite off course since he had discovered that the Boy-Who-Lived had gone missing, now nothing went according to plan, it was supposed to be young Harry Potter who faced off against Voldemort to save the Stone! Instead, it was some Slytherin brat who'd done it. Though it had its silver linings he supposed, if he could get the Greenwich Assembly on his side he could greatly expand his sphere of influence to even the other types of magic users in the world and if he was very lucky indeed then he may even get a Campione to fight for him and the Greater Good.

Oh, yes perhaps things were really looking up for him.

Though he was still Albus Dumbledore and he hadn't gotten to where he was by being stupid and he knew there was something wrong with Blaise Zabini, perhaps it was the fact that he didn't seem to hold an ounce of fear in his voice as he spoke of Voldemort or the slight supercilious tone the boy used when talking to him almost as if he knew something Dumbledore didn't. Not to mention the fact that the boy refused to look him in the eye at all. Did that mean he knew about his Legilimency? It wasn't unprecedented he supposed, it was rather unlikely an organisation like the Greenwich Assembly didn't know that he used it, not that there was anything they could do about it, none of the Mage's Associations had enough influence amongst the Warlocks to remove him. Blaise Zabini, eh.

He would watch the boy from now on and see how he could be used for the Greater Good.


The shattered soul of the British Dark Lord Tom Marvolo Riddle, more commonly known as Lord Voldemort raged to itself as it was forced to once more inhabit the body of a snake in order to survive. This specific one was lying in a tree located deep in the mountains of Albania. He couldn't help but rage to himself, once more he had been stopped by a child, a child!

He raved and ranted in his mind. He was Lord Voldemort! He was the most powerful Warlock to ever live! He was a man who aimed to challenge the very Godslayer's themselves! He had travelled the world exploring the depths of magic in his youth and heard many a story of the power of the legendary Campione and he converted that power with great envy. He had sworn to himself that he would one day surpass them and become the most powerful being on the planet.

But in the very depths of his malice filled broken soul, he felt fear. The Campione where unassailable behemoths even to a Warlock of his calibre and skill. He couldn't help but have to grudgingly admit that he couldn't hold a candle to the God Slaying Devil Kings. They were monsters he couldn't hope to match in battle. In fact his ability to hide here in Albania was only thanks to the grace of one of the supreme kings. The 'Balkan King' Sasha Dejanstahl Voban allowed anyone and anything in his territory in the hope that one of them would give him a worthy challenge, the man was an insane battle maniac as dangerous to his allies as he was to his enemies. He was a man Voldemort had no intention to challenge, at least in the open. That would be suicidal.

The Dark Lord was left to stew in his own anger and hatred as he bided his time waiting for the day he would return to claim his place once again.

He would wait.

Like the animal his House embodied he would wait, bide his time and when the time was opportune he would strike and nothing would stop him.

He would rule over the Warlocks and bring them to the highest levels of the Magical World.

Flashback End

As Blaise fell silent there were thoughtful looks on everyone's faces as they ingested his explanation.

"What about the Philosophers Stone?" piped up Lucio Estes, the treasure of the Assembly as he focused on what he believed was the most important thing.

Sienna lifted up the briefcase next to her and placed it on the table opening it revealed the red stone nestled in the middle. "Here retrieved by Blaise, the legendary Magnum Opus of Alchemy created by Nicholas Flamel." There was a definite note of ?

Everyone's eyes focused on the stone, it was perhaps one of the rarest objects in all the Magical World and was definitely worth a second glance.

"So what do we do with this knowledge?" Asked Lucio Estes.

The Director looked up in contemplation before looking at everyone and asking. "Can we prove any of this?"

Harry frowned and asked. "What do you mean?"

Atkins answered. "What is conjecture and what can we actually use against him because unless we plan to go to war with the man or His Majesty moves against him personally we need to be able to fight him on the legal front out and we can only do that with an almost overwhelming amount of evidence against the man just to get him in courtroom." She finished with a snort.

It was the truth after all, the Warlocks revered the man and the only way to remove him from power without overwhelming force would be through the legal system and the Warlocks would never accept someone as honoured as Dumbledore standing trial in a court that wasn't a part of their own community. If they wanted to beat the man that way then he would need to stand trial amongst his own people and the only way that was happening was if the Warlocks were presented with an overwhelming amount of evidence against the man doing heinous things, like allowing a Dark Lord to roam his own school whilst students are still there and placing priceless magical artefacts for them as bait. Or leaving their peoples saviour in the hands of magic hating people with full knowledge of what they were like.

Vikenti leaned back and answered her question. "Well, we can extract young Zabini's memories easy enough so proving that Voldemort is still alive should be simple enough though whether they will give us the time of day is debatable as for trying to put the pressure on Dumbledore, I doubt we could even get this through the door of the Ministry without it being shut down on us. Despite the fact that he had Voldemort in his castle for over a years without him noticing I guarantee that he will manage to slip himself free of the blame. I had C.O's like that during my days in the Army, they would use every trick in the book to rid themselves of the blame when a mission went wrong and this Dumbledore guy seems worse than any of them."

"So that means we must wait and bide our time before we remove the man in one single move, correct?" Asked Lucio Estes.

"That is correct, I have a team working full time on building a case on the man but it is slow going, he is an expert at keeping his secrets buried and has had decades to build up his network of informants in the Warlock community. It is only through pure luck that the agents I have infiltrating their society haven't been unearthed investigating his past.

"What do they have on him so far then?" Asked Harry, interested to hear what the operatives of the Assembly had managed to uncover. He had heard much about the man in question, the man who had dumped him on the doorstep of the family he hated and who hated him more than any other. Family were supposed to look after one another that was the unwritten rule of society anyway. The Dursley's had proven that not all families were good for one another, they had abused him for no other reason than he was different and Dumbledore had put him there. Whether either he intended to see him suffer or not he knew not, though his Campione heightened instincts told him that it was very likely that the Warlock had been perfectly aware what the Dursley's would do to him. That had ignited an instant dislike for the man who was seen either as the second coming of Merlin or a 'muggle' loving fool.

Though manipulative arrogant old codger seemed to be a better title, the man had the sheer gall to set himself up as a ruler in the magical community. A title, a position, a right that belonged solely to the Supreme Kings. The sheer arrogance it took to all but proclaim himself one was astounding. Harry's opinion of the man wasn't a positive one, a view shared by the rest of the Assembly.

"Well, not much substantial." Replied Rhodri Carter as he looked down at a brown folder in front of him that contained the information his team had gathered on the 'Leader of the Light', opening it up he began to read the information his team had gathered from the Ministry. "Born with a brother and apparently a sister an Ariana Dumbledore, though information on her is immensely scarce. Why this is so we don't currently know but we suspect it is linked to the reason his father Percival Dumbledore was sent to the prison designated as Azkaban.

After that details are scarce on the ground until he approached Armando Dippet for the position of Transfiguration Professor which he was accepted for, he would maintain this position for a number of years before he left for Europe and according to reports from the time he fought the Warlock Gellert Grindelwald in a spectacular duel, one of the greatest in the history of the Warlocks if the stories are to be believed, though there is no outside sources that can prove this claim. That catapulted him to fame and soon after he took the position of Headmaster of Hogwarts after Dippet retired as well as taking the two other positions he now currently holds. He continued in his position, politicking in the background until the rise of Voldemort when he once again took a much more active role and founded an organization to combat the Death Eaters called the Order of the Phoenix, His Majesty's parents were members of the organization."

"I remember them, they were almost an open secret within the upper echelons of Warlock Society, it wasn't exactly what could be called a secret organization. Many of the members wouldn't know what a secret was if it clobbered them over the head." Snorted Sienna as she replied. Whilst she had not taken part in the war per say she had been on its fringes mixing with many of the Pureblood crowd who had 'questionable' loyalties. Of course, now she looked back on those days and was more than thankful she had been able to escape that isolationist way of life. Whilst decadent it hadn't brought her happiness in a way that her current life did, the idiom of being a frog in a well was never more glaring than at that moment. It had amazed her just how much was out there beyond the closed-off borders of the Warlocks little community. Not only was the Muggle World a place, unlike anything she had ever experienced before, vast in a way she could never describe. It made the Warlock Community that had seemed so grand a lifetime ago seem tiny in comparison.

Then there were her escapades into the larger Magical World, it was amazing how integrated they were with the rest of the normal world. The Warlock Community were the oddity in comparison to the rest of the Magical World.

Rhodri Carter acknowledged her with a nod before he continued reading from his report. "Reports about the Order's activities are sketchy at best, much of the reports from that time were either 'incorrectly filed', 'lost' or filled with so much misdirection or outright lies that discovering the true scope of the organization and its activities is almost impossible without approaching one of their actual former members, something we haven't been able to accomplish without the team blowing their cover." He finished with a note of frustration in his voice, the fact he couldn't bring all the information to the table was… frustrating him but he continued on regardless, vowing in his heart to get that information one way or another.

"After the end of the war, he was present for the trial of many of the Death Eaters who claimed the Imperius Curse for their crimes, escaping through numerous bribes to both the courts and the judges. He was the one who vouched for Severus Snape during those trials and the man was able walk free from without even a trial."

That left everyone with various expressions of shock on their faces as they stared at the man. "He didn't get put in front of a judge?" Oliva asked in disbelief.

"He didn't even get arrested." Replied Carter matter of fatally.

"How?" Olivia couldn't help but ask in disbelief as she looked at him.

"Dumbledore stood up during the proceedings of one of the trials and declared that Snape had been his spy all along and had been working for the 'Light' the entire time," Carter said in a rather bland voice, though the hints of fury and disgust in his voice that seeped through showed just how much he disdained that thought and how hard it was for him to hold in his temper. His sense of Justice disgusted by the actions of the so-called, 'Leader of the Light'.

"That's it?" Asked Olivia once more voicing her opinion.

"That's it," he responded succulently.

"That's insane." She muttered.

"That's Dumbledore." Sienna spoke up as she captured the attention of the room.

"The man with a messiah and god complex high enough to consider himself an equal to a Supreme King. The problem is he has the majority of the Warlock community at least in Britain eating out of his hands and he can afford to treat it like his own little fiefdom." She finished with disdain in her voice.

"His time will come soon enough." Came the voice of the Director as she looked around the room and Harry gave her a savage smile in response.

"Now onto the Philosophers Stone what do we do with it?" Lucio repeated once more, everyone looked at one another before turning to Harry, he was their leader and it would be his decision on what to do with such a valuable artefact.

He closed his eyes and began to think, he could, of course, keep it and use it for himself. Of course, there would be no real need for him to use it, he was all but immortal at this point and he had no need for gold which held no real value to a Campione who could take or demand whatever he liked from anyone in the magical world.

On the other hand, if he gave back the Stone to its rightful owners not only was it the right thing to do form a moral standpoint but it would also put two of the oldest mortals in the world in his debt. A place that was envious to almost anyone who had dipped a toe in the Mystical World. In the end, it wasn't really a hard choice.

"We give it back, and have the Flamel's in our debt." He said with a note of finality in his voice. That had everyone nodding their head in acknowledgement, none willing to challenge their Kings order.

"How will we find them?" Lucio asked, it was a legitimate question. Nicolas and Perenelle Flamel were old and more than a little canny having been able to survive through the different upheavals in both the mundane and mystical worlds as well as the scores of greedy individuals and groups gunning for their prize artefacts so being able to find them should be impossible.

"Well we can try to Scry their location and see if there are any hits though I doubt it will work, they likely have protections up." Olivia said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Sienna as our resident Warlock you got any ways to locate them?" Atkins asked.

Taking out her wand she said to the gathered people. "There are a few spells that can be sued to locate people including the Point Me Charm."

"What's that?" Blaise asked.

"The Point Me Charm acts like a compass but instead of pointing north it points in the direction of the person or item they are trying to locate." Sienna explained as she placed her wand in her hand.

"Point Me Nicolas Flamel." She said clearly and Harry felt the magic stir from within her as her wand raised from the palm of her hand and twisted around before pointing in an eastward direction. Everyone looked impressed by the magic though Sienna looked both surprised and shocked that it was actually working.

"What's wrong?" Vikenti asked with a frown on his face.

"It shouldn't have worked!" Sienna said with a look of panic on her face as she looked worriedly at everyone.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked as he looked sceptically at her.

"Well." She said, licking her lips. "The Charm can be stopped by a simple set of Wards, Unplotable Charms to be exact so it should never have even moved unless they are out from under their wards which is unlikely considering who they are or…" She said trailing off looking grim.

"Or what?" Harry prompted looking serious as he leaned forward. This was important, any levity had left his system and he was in full 'King mode', the aura of authority he exuded far greater than anything anyone his age should possible be able to muster.

"Or their Wards have been breached." She said seriously.

"How would that happen?" Oliva asked.

"Continuous assault on the Ward boundary would do it." She responded promptly.

"They've been attacked?" Olivia asked aghast at the thought.

"Likely." She responded grimly.

Looking around at the different people in the room Harry made a decision, "We will find the location of their home and investigate the state of their Wards whilst handing back the Stone."

"How will we find them though, it will take ages for us to find them using just the Point Me Spell on its own!" Exclaimed Rhodri Carter with a look of annoyance and frustration on his face.

"Oh, I have an idea!" Exclaimed Olivia with a note of excitement in her voice drawing the attention of everyone in the room.

"What is it?" Asked Carter, to be honest, he didn't really know much about the Keeper of the Archives, they were two different departments and he didn't usually require the Keeper herself to help him personally when he needed the information kept in the Archives so didn't really know much about her other than she was highly intelligent, powerful and loyal to the Assembly.

Biting her lip she explained. "Triangulation. It's a technique used to find a location on a map, we already know that the Flamel's are based somewhere in France so if we send three of our Warlocks in three directions towards France then we can find the exact location of their home."

Standing up Harry addressed everyone. "Get three of our men into a plane and have them locate the house immediately and then radio that back, I shall go up and get ready to go as well." Moving around he grabbed the red Philosopher Stone out of the case it was stored in and turned around and left the room.

The Director nodded in acknowledgement before addressing Vikenti. "Get a team of Knights together and go with him."

He nodded and said. "Carter will lead them, I'll get the aircraft running."

With that announcement both Vikenti and Carter left the room with grim looks on their faces as the rest of the Council looked on, Blaise in a strange state of both calm and worry for his friend, logically he knew his best friend would be just fine being a Campion yet he couldn't help that niggling worry.

Not fifteen minutes later a Cessna 208 Caravan took off from the airfield next to the castle, quickly climbing into the sky the plane disappeared into the horizon on its Pratt & Whitney Canada PT6 engine. Once it had reached a sufficient distance from the castle the Warlocks were free of Harry's influence and were able to Apparate away to three different locations across France each armed with parchments with a map of France that were linked together with Protein Charms.

All three Warlocks cloaked in numerous Muggle-Repellent Charms appeared in three different places across France and used Point Me Charms and marked the direction and point on the map.

Harry strapped himself into the seat of the Sikorsky CH-53E Super Stallion helicopter that was roaring to life on the tarmac of the airfield Carter next to him was doing the same even as he held an identical copy of the parchment the three Warlock held.

"You have the location?" Harry asked as he looked over, the eight other people and the two pilots looking at him as well.

"Yes, here it is located here in the south of the country, not far from the border in fact." He said promptly as he showed them the map, three lines intersecting at a point on the south coast of France.

Looking over at the two pilots he handed them the map. "Here, get the coordinates off of this and let's get going."

The pilots nodded and began the start-up procedure flicking switch after switch as the rotor blades began to spin up and the helicopter took off with a roar and flew off.

As they flew out of the Alps Harry glanced out the window at the sight of the land disappearing underneath them.

It was amazing what the Assembly had access to. In fact, many of the Mage Associations right across the world are like that. They are almost as old as the war between the Campione and Heretic Gods themselves and many of the world leaders in the mundane world relied on them to contain the battles between the Gods and the Devil Kings for they could not contain them and therefore relied on the Mage Associations to perform the task of clean up and hiding the Mystical side of the world. This meant that they received quite the leeway in terms of what they could get away with as private organizations that other organizations just couldn't. Like getting a hold of military-grade equipment from the government and the ability to move much easier between countries, ignoring borders and checkpoints.

That was how Harry and his team ignored any problems as they crossed into France and headed towards their target.

Harry ignored the vibration of the engine and the sound of the helicopter travelling through the air as he kept his eyes closed. This would be his first time out joining the Knights on a mission, Atkins had always denied him the right to do so, well denied was a strong word since he was a Campione and could, in the end, do a she pleased. In truth, she had asked politely that he not insist on demanding he join them and out of respect for the women who had been the only real grandmother figure in his life he had backed down from his requests to get out in the field. At some times he really wished a Heretic God would descend so he could stretch his legs and test himself in real combat.

He was drawn out of his thoughts as he felt a tap on his shoulder, opening his eyes he looked over at Carter who said through his mic. "We're two minutes out, we'll be dropping a mile from the target!"

He nodded as the helicopter began its descent and Harry felt his blood begin to boil in his veins, it wasn't to the level his fight with either Doni or the Green Dragon Crescent Blade but he could still feel his Campione sing in delight for the potential battle to come. With quick motions, he and the Knights going with him unbuckled themselves from their seats in preparation to jump out

A scant few moments later he felt the helicopter shudder as it landed on solid ground and Carter leaned over and yanked the hatch open pulling it to the side and all of them jumped out onto solid ground.

It took a fraction of a moment for Harry to spread out his Spiritual Senses, covering nearly a mile and a half in every direction. Nothing within that zone that was magical or spiritual in any way would be able to hide from him, the only exception being a Heretic God whose myth was tied closely to the concepts of stealth or subterfuge. Though he doubted that was the case here or they would no longer be able to use the spell to locate them, no Ward of any kind would be enough to stop a Heretic God of any kind from blowing right through as if they were cardboard and just killing them.

His brows rose in surprise as he received the information back through his senses he could feel a set of Wards, powerful Wards that surpassed the ones around Magier Festung in complexity, the number of spells and enchantments woven together was frankly ridiculous and Harry had no idea how the array was even still active without collapsing, it was a testament to the skill of the Immortal Alchemist and his wife. At the same time, he could also sense the damage inflicted on them, they were on the brink of shattering despite their monstrous strength.

Simultaneously he sensed what was doing the damage to the Wards a large source of magic Divine in nature was prowling the edge of the ward boundary.

His personal guess was that it was a Divine Beast, not a particularly powerful one for it had yet to break through the Wards yet still a terrifying foe for most. But not for him, in fact, he felt his blood beginning to boil in his veins as his body went into fighting mode, his Campione instincts going wild in anticipation for the coming fight. The twin wolves inside him awoke as he felt his Authority stir inside him, a battle was to be had just as he had desired.

Yet for some reason, he could feel something else from the Divine Beasts, foreign magic that he couldn't quite identify and that bothered him.

He could also feel a massive Anti-Apparation and Anti-Portkey Ward in a mile diameter away from the complex barrier and the Divine Beast covering all the area around the Flamel's property and seemed to be blocking their escape.

Though he wouldn't let his caution stop his rising bloodlust, he was a Campione a being hard-wired for battle and he had been standing on the sidelines for far too long.

Turning to the rest of the team standing there scanning the surroundings he said. "There's a Divine Beast outside their ward boundary."

That single sentence cut through the group like a knife and raised the tensions through the roof. These Knights were powerful and dangerous men, all of them. But a Divine Beast would cause all of them to falter.

"We will provide a cordon for you." Stated Carter as he fingered the hilt of his sword on his hip. It was frustrating not being able to fight but he was more than aware that it would be foolish to fight a Divine Beast when they had a Campione amongst their number.

Harry just grunted, the instincts roaring in his ears as he began to break into a run moving between the different trees, over roots and under low lying branches as he felt the breeze flowed through his hair. The knights hot on his trail behind him.

Not a few minutes later he burst out of the treeline and into a clearing not even winded by the mile-long sprint having lost the Knights far behind him. As he broke into the clearing he took a glance around the grassy plain in front of him and he blinked in shock as he saw the creature standing in front of him, he'd never seen anything like it before in his life.

It was a large hulking four-legged beast with large scaled razor sharped feet and its body was covered in green shaggy hair with razor sharp ends to each hair. Twisting around behind it was the massive scaled tail of a snake that was coiling back and forth along the ground. Its eyes were glowing an unnatural, sickly red colour that seemed to radiate twisted malice. His appearance seemed to have drawn its attention as it turned to hiss at him much as a snake would though far louder.

As he got closer to it he could feel the strange cloying magic much clearer, it was vile and seemed to be seeping through the Divine essence of the Beast, it was twisted perverse magic that was invading the creature like a parasite.

Suddenly he felt his arm burn as Crescent came to life. '…That magic?'

'You know what that is?' Harry asked the magic was… unsettling him which was rather a surprising feat, it wasn't exactly easy to unnerve a Campione.

'Demons.' Was the blunt reply from his Divine Weapon.

That single word caused him to freeze for a moment, no wonder he had reacted so badly to the eldritch magic, the magic of Goëtia or better known as the magic of Demons.

The Astral Plane, a separate plane of existence that contained many different realms and dimensions within it including the Netherworld also known as the Idea Realm and the Re, the resting place of all souls after they have died and the location Heretic Gods go to once they have tired of the mortal plane.

Also contained in the Astral Plane was the Fairy Realm the home of the legendary race of Fae and fairy folk. There was also the Realm of Immortality, the home of the True Gods who remained true to their myth kept separate from the mortal plane less their very presence wreaks havoc upon existence.

There was also one other realm of importance within the Astral Plane, the Realm of Demons.

Gods were born out of the worship of figures they venerated. Whether they could be considered 'good' or 'evil' in their myth they are worshipped by their followers. It is what makes them Gods, the veneration of their existence is what brings them into existence within the Realm of Immortality and helps shape their very essence through the legends and myths around them. Some were born out of legends whilst others were men and women whose essence ascended to reach godhood as they were venerated after death for their deeds in life. The power of Heretic Gods was defined by the actions within the legends surrounding them, they could be strong enough to rip continents in half or twist reality and life and death to their whims whilst the powers of other were limited heavily by their myths and their power restricted by their very essence.

Demons, a twisted form of Heretic God brought into existence by humanities veneration of infernal beings ascending them to godhood. Through the truth of their power and the extent of their abilities remains a mystery to all for the Demon Realm is a place that none but a Campione could reach.

Rarely manifesting in the mortal ream they had the habit of fusing with hosts in order to survive, granting humans they had contracted with powerful and volatile magic. There had only been a few occasions when these Demons manifested and only rumours existed of mortal or Campione engaging them in combat.

The truth of the magic of Demons still remained a mystery with only rumours, John Pluto Smith, fighting one in the United States was the most current information in existence on those strange creatures of the Astral Plane.

'What is one doing here?!' Harry asked in confusion with a frown on his face.

'No idea, but it seems to have invaded that Divine Beast and is influencing its mind. What wretched beings Demons are.' Crescent responded with grim undertones through the mental link.

'It doesn't matter, we have to take down the Divine Beast anyway, it looks as if it has been attacking the battier for a long time now, how it hasn't broken through yet I don't know but taking it down first is the priority.' Harry responded.

'What the hell is it anyway?' Harry asked in frustration. Part of his education had included an in-depth look at the different gods and goddesses that made up the different Pantheons across the world yet this creature was unlike anything he had heard of before. If it wasn't for the strange quills that covered its body he would have thought it some kind of Chimera or strange form of European Sphinx.

'I am a blade of Chinese origin I would not know the creatures that inhabit these lands.' Came the bland response from the weapon hidden in his arm.

'Well that's helpful isn't it.' He responded sarcastically.

He was thrown from his mental conversation with his weapon by the movement of the beast in front of him. It had tensed before letting out a screech that sounded like grating steel as the grass in front of its jaw withered and died in front of his eyes. Surprised he had just enough time to jump to the side as a great wave of heat rolled over him, the grass where he had once stood was now blackened and dead.

"Whoa! What the hell!" Cried Harry as he kneeled in the dirt before getting once more to his feet.

Drawing on his magic he forced his power into a physical structure as six glowing swords of raw magic appeared around his body and with a flick of his wrist they were sent flying at the Divine Beast. They shot through the air like arrows before smashing into the hide of the creature only to shatter upon its quill covered body.

He blinked 'What the hell!' he exclaimed in his mind. Even the Subordinate God, his Divine Weapon Green Dragon Crescent Blade's Dragon Avatar had its scales scratched and dented by those magic created blades.

Once more he pulled on his magic and this time fifteen swords appeared around his body and with a single mental command he fired those swords, they arced through the air like miniature falling stars and rained down on the beast. A few missed their targets and smashed into the ground embedding into it hilt deep, their razor sharp edges cutting deep into the soft soil whilst the rest hit the beast's hide and shattered like glass once more much to his consternation.

He scowled as the Divine Beast hissed once more opening its jaw spitting out a large globule of liquid and Harry's instincts screamed at him that the fluid was dangerous.

Pulling on his magic he lifted his hands and the blue shield of a Protego Spell formed in front of him, its surface crackling with magical energy and with a splat the liquid globule hit the shield.

Hiss!

His eyebrows rose as he felt the magic of his shield getting eaten away by what he quickly realised was an incredibly powerful acid. Deciding to do something about it, he backed away as he stopped the flow of magic and the shield vanished causing the acid to fall to the ground and begin to eat away at the soil and stone.

He eyed the beast far more warily now, it didn't seem to be incredibly powerful in terms of raw magic power or physical size and he would admit that he seemed to have underestimated it because of that for it seemed to have quite a few powerful attributes that more than made up for the lack of raw power.

Powerful acid.

Superheated breath.

Invulnerable skin.

He scowled at the creature, though he had its physical appearance and those attributes it had shown he was still drawing blanks on its identity and that was a problem because that meant he didn't know what its weaknesses were. Many myths and legends or terrible beasts often include the methods needed to destroy it.

He took one last look at it before he came to a decision, it had its claws digging into the soft soil beneath it as its snake like tail swished back and forth in agitation as if it was preparing to charge him. It was time to stop playing around and take this creature seriously.

Raising a hand into the air Harry connected with the image of the two different wolves curled deep within his being, bound to his very essence so tightly they had become a part of him, part of what made up Harry Potter he roused them from their slumber and chanted the Spell Words required.

"Oh, great wolf that chases the Moon, the wolf that drives back the darkness, lend me your strength and mighty claws to rip my enemies into pieces!"

Those words, those words that reverberated and echoed with the power of the heavens themselves and white mots of incredibly concentrated magical energy exploded from his body in a massive writhing mass of white energy which congealed and writhed in the air for a single moment before forming into a massive being of flesh and blood.

Glowing blue eyes filled with power glared at the strange Beast before it opened its massive jaw and let out a deafening and powerful roar, sword like teeth glittering in the sunlight from its open maw, the outrush of air from the roar caused grass and trees alike to sway away from the force of displaced air.

It was a mighty wolf of white fur and blue glowing eyes, power and danger radiated from every paw along with an aura of majesty and greatness that defied its species. It was a being beyond the normal comprehension of man, a creature of power that would one day devour an entire heavenly body.

Hati the wolf who chased the Moon and would one day devour it on the day of ending had been manifested and the child of the Wolf King would crush everything in its path in the name of the one who had brought it to heel.

Harry backed off as the two creatures began to circle one another letting out deep growls and hisses. With one last roar, Hati tensed his legs before exploding into a leap cratering the ground under its feet as it flew into the air with its jaw open wide.

The Divine Beast was ready though and opened its mouth releasing a cone of red hot fire straight at Hati who only managed to respond just in time to shut his mouth and twist his body around so he didn't take the fire straight to the face, this caused the massive wolf to smash into the ground a few feet in front of the green beast.

Trying to take advantage of the giant wolfs momentary lapse on concentration the green lizard leapt forward and aimed a clawed limb straight at Hati's flank. However, the green scaled creature had underestimated the son of Fenrir who had in a single move rolled over and launched a massive paw at the smaller reptile like creature.

Bang!

The wolf paw smashed into the flank of the creature and with an explosion of air sent it flying through across the clearing and into the treeline where it smashed through tree after tree eventually smashing into the ground creating a decent size crater in the ground and covered in felled tree trunks and branches.

Hati roared once more in victory before it began to bound towards its fallen prey. The draconic hedgehog like Divine Beast though wasn't out for the count and threw off the trees that covered its body and rose out of the crater once more spitting a cone of fire at the child of Fenrir. This time though it was ready for the attack and dodged nimbly (for a being of its size) to the side before once more bearing down on the creature and throwing it further into the woods, smashing tree after tree as it went flying.

Harry could no longer see the raging battle, the only thing visible was the white furred back of Hati visible above the top of the treeline as it threw the green creature around like a chew toy.

He blinked and turned to look at the ward line as his enhanced Spiritual Senses picked up a new magic signature that had just came through the boundary. Standing there was a man, snow white hair and a trimmed beard, a surprising few wrinkles on his face for a man who looked to be in his sixties. A wand was held in his right hand and was held up ready for magic to be cast in a single moment.

He was wearing a pale blue robe that was flapping softly in the wind as hazel eyes filled with wisdom beyond even his advanced age.

Harry looked at the man who had begun to approach him with interest, the man wasn't that strong, not a Heretic God, a Divine Ancestor or a Divine Beast.

This was a mortal, a man, a Warlock.

Coming from those Wards he knew who that was, there could be no other answer.

"Nicolas Flamel I presume." Harry said as he turned to face the man, the distant sound of hissing and roaring along with the occasional vibration of the ground proved that the battle between the two Divine Beast still raged on in the forest with no victor.

"Indeed Your majesty, you must be Elias Wolf the Campione of the Greenwich Assembly." Flamel said with a small bow. His voice was deep and filled with authority and wisdom and absolutely no fear or awe for being in the presence of one of the Seven. His voice was filled with power and most men would have found themselves obeying it without question.

Harry, however, was not most men and he ignored the man's powerful presence as if it was nothing for whilst the Immortal Alchemist would have been intimidating to most men it was nothing on either a Godslayer or Heretic God.

"Hmm." Harry responded positively without speaking turning back to towards the forest where dull thumps could be heard echoing from the distance, he was monitoring Hati's own essence through his Authority and the Moon devouring Wolf seemed to be going strong.

Frowning Harry turned once more to the Immortal Alchemist and asked. "You know what that thing that's been knocking on your door is?" he suspected the Alchemist probably knew more about the creature attacking him than anyone else would.

"Peluda also known as La Velue. A Draconic beast that terrorized the commune of La Ferté-Bernard in the Pays de la Loire region of France. Supposedly it was a being denied access to the Ark built by Noah but through some miracle perhaps of divine intervention it survived the biblical flood and sought refuge in a cave near the Huisne River. Many years after those floods it emerged from its hiding place and rampaged across the country destroying crops and devouring both humans and livestock alike. It was finally killed by a man whose fiancée was butchered by Peluda, he found it's only weakness and managed to put it down. It wasn't happy with that fate and returned to the mortal plane but it mostly stayed in Pays de la Loire region monitored by agents of the French Ministry and the Mage Associations however six months ago it went missing and two months later it showed up here, ancients know why and it seems fixated on attack us!" He finished his explanation with a scowl on his face as he fingered his wand in his hand looking towards the distant clash between the two Divine Beasts.

"How did you survive?" Harry wondered aloud, a Divine Beast should have been able to bring Wards at this level down in a matter of days. Even a set of 'impregnable' Hogwarts level Wards wouldn't last long against even the weakest of Divine Beats besieging it constantly.

"Kept on spelling objects to fly around similar to Bludgers and distract It." the man grunted in response. "And making

"We couldn't even escape, someone set up a series of Wards that are blocking our methods of escape." The man ranted talking seemingly more to himself than Harry.

Frowning Harry asked. "Didn't anyone notice the Wards or Peluda?" It didn't really make sense, many different organizations monitored the use of magic and he would have thought that someone would have noticed the wards and the massive amount of magic pouring off the Divine Beast.

"They would have if they weren't paid off to ignore any spikes of magic in the area." Flamel spat out with a growl.

That caught Harry by surprise whilst the Wards had to have been set up by someone, a Sorcerer if the presence of the Demon was any indication he didn't really want to believe that the French Ministry had been so heavily infiltrated by Sorcerers.

"Who could do such a thing?" Harry asked hoping the man's answer wasn't Sorcerer's, he didn't seem to know of the Demon that was influencing the now identified Peluda.

"Dumbledore!" spat the enraged Flamel, his eyes burning with his anger.

That caused Harry's thought process to grind to a halt as he turned to look at the Immortal Alchemist in shock. "What?! How!? How would Dumbledore of all people get a hold of a Divine Beast and why would a self-proclaimed Lord of Light work with Demons!"

"Demons?" The man blinked as he stared at the Godslayer in shock.

Harry looked at the man and scowled, they had wasted enough time as it was. "We can talk later, tell me what is the creature's weakness is then you can tell me what the hell Dumbledore has been up to."

The Immortal Alchemist looked like he was going to argue for a moment before he grumbled. "Its tail, its snake like tail is the only weakness it has otherwise its invulnerable to all attacks."

Harry grunted before he took off into the woods leaving the Immortal Alchemist behind standing there as he entered the treeline. The sound of cracking wood and the shaking of the ground become louder as he neared the battle.

His instincts blared at him and he dived to the side as large spear like spikes came flying through the air slamming into trees and embedding themselves deep into different trunks. Blinking in shock he snarled, getting back to his feet he saw a clearing in front of him, it wasn't a natural one. Trees had been uprooted and thrown about creating an open space with only tree stumps left behind.

In this clearing, Hati was towering over Peluda who still looked none the worse despite clearly having been thrown around the forest by the massive wolf. Harry came to stand next to the massive wolf who was still growling at the dragon.

'Ready to go?' Harry asked.

'Of course when I am ever not ready?' Came the rather indignant response from his Divine Weapon. Harry just snorted as he pulled on the power held deep within him as the tattoo on his arm began to glow before golden dust exploded out of it and began to settle on the palm of his hand before it morphed into the shape of a Guandao and took physical form.

It was beautiful, with a rich deep wood for the shaft, a lethal looking metal spike on the bottom end and a red piece of cloth wrapped around the joint between the shaft and blade. The blade was a literal work of art with green jade carved into its centre filled with patterns that were carved with such detail that they had transcended the realm of humanities ability to craft. The blade was made of a metal that couldn't be identified but its silvery texture seemed to glow with an inner light that shone with a radiance of power, unlike anything a mortal's hands could ever obtain. The edge of the blade was sharp it had been sharpened to an impossible edge that was capable of renting the sky and earth in two with a single swing.

As he felt the blade settle into his hands he pulled on the Authority of the blade as its conscious helped guide its Master to the right words.

"Oh Dragon imbued within your Steel grant me your strength! Grant me your speed! Bless my body with the strength and ferocity of the Ruler of the Sky!"

Legend told that the blade used by the general and War God Guan Yu was forged under a soaring Dragon that was killed with its parts embedded into the blade, granting it magic and power beyond any ordinary weapon. With those Spell Words, the power of the Dragon was at his beck and call and he planned to put them to good use.

Harry's body was encased in a golden glow as the image of a great Eastern Dragon appeared behind his head, its maw open wide ready to devour anything that came close, eyes brimming with power.

As the glow settled on his body Harry felt every cell in his body toughen and he was filled with a sense of strength the likes of which he had never felt the likes of which before. The power and strength of the Dragon was now roaring through his veins. He had spent more than a few months training in order to control both Authorities at the same time, it was incredibly taxing on his mind and will but with unbreakable conviction to see it done he was able to succeed and wield both simultaneously.

Looking up at Hati who glanced down at him a look seemed to pass between them before they turned back to look at the Divine Beast in front of them, simultaneously they both opened their mouths and roared.

The ground shook from the force with Harry's voice still managing to be heard over the deafening roar of the massive wolf.

With a bang both man and wolf exploded onto action, the wolfs paws creating paw shaped craters in the ground as Harry caused the ground to crack slightly under his feet as he rushed forward fast enough that he seemed to be a blur.

Peluda had barely enough time to react as Harry reappeared next to it in a rush of wind however it was no order angry creature but a Divine Beast and had already swiped out with one claw but it wasn't fast enough as Harry ducked under the strike with the skill of a gymnast and slammed the butt of the Guandao into the beasts chin. The spiked end of the weapon didn't rip through the scales and flesh but it was more than enough to cause its neck to snap backwards allowing Hati to get close enough to bring its jaws down around its neck and twist it over onto its back.

Holding it down Hati kept its neck in its jaws tight like a vice grip. Harry himself moved quickly around the green beast and hefted his weapon over his head before bringing it down with one large two handed slice downwards, cutting right through the tail and into the ground slicing into it as if it was butter.

He quickly pulled back as the creature roared in pain from the loss of its tail as it began to flail about, its movements erratic but still controlled by Hati who hadn't let go, slowly its movements got slower and slower as it started to die.

Suddenly as the beast ceased its struggle Harry felt a surge in the cloying, strange magic from within the Beast. He tensed and tightened his grip on his weapon as he was able to sense the eldritch magic far more clearly. It was powerful and similar to the magic of Gods he had felt before but somehow it was just different. A reflection, like a mirror image so close and yet fundamentally different.

Yet… he could feel the battle instincts inside him react just as if he was about to come face to face with a Heretic God, numerous plans and scenarios ran through his head. It was decidedly odd because those instincts should only raise their head when he was about to enter combat with the fated enemy of his kind.

He was brought out from his thoughts as a black cloud poured out of the Peluda and flew into the air as Harry felt the magic power peak. He tensed as he spun the blade in his hand creating a small wind pressure as the blade twisted around his nimble fingers.

All of a sudden the black mist began to take solid form and Harry was greeted to the sight of perhaps the strangest being he had ever seen standing in front of his eyes. Or rather it was floating on wisps of black smoke.

It was riding atop a black wolf the size of a hoarse, it paled in majesty and ferocity compared to the massive Hati who dwarfed the black wolf with sickly yellow eyes.

However, it was not the wolf that had drawn his eyes but the creature that was riding atop it. Its body was that of a man, sculpted to perfection, too perfect. The human body could never be streamlined to such a degree, in fact, it looked more like the perfect body of an Angel with each muscle brimming with inhuman power, massive wings were spread out from his back from his shoulder blades the colour of midnight black that seemed to draw in and suffocate the light around them.

He had a sword held in his right hand that was glowing softly as if it had been freshly heated and just pulled from the flame, made of a metal he couldn't identify but it was neither the creature's wings nor its choice of weapon that so caught Harry's attention.

No, it was the head of the creature for attached to the human body was the feathered head of a pitch black raven, burning sickly yellow eyes were staring straight at him with enough twisted malice to drive ordinary men to madness yet also contained within hose burning orbs was a wicked and dangerous level of intelligence and wisdom.

Magic permeated the air now it was out in the open Harry could feel it far more clearly. It was so much like the Magic of Fenrir and his Divine Weapon, yet there was an innate wrongness to it that caused an almost instant disgust for the creature. The magic was so much like that of the God he had fought, suffocating and old, power of a being that had seen the rise and fall of nations and Empires yet there was just something twisted about the cloying magic that was pressing down on the world around it. It was most certainly a Heretic God but there was just something different about it when he compared it to the presences of both Fenrir and Peluda. Something just fundamentally wrong about it that went further than its nature as a rebelling being of Myth and Legend.

The strange creature gazed down at Harry imperiously as if it was a lord standing on high judging all beneath it. Harry's eyes were locked with the monstrous being in a strange version of a staring contest.

Meanwhile, Hati released Peluda's neck as it began to disappear into golden mots of light that filled the surrounding space dying the world in a golden hue. Looking up from its decomposing prey Hati came to stand next to its Alpha and looked up at the floating creature and growling lightly in warning. Of course for a wolf as large as Hati its growl sounded like the rumbling of the engine of a tank but the creature didn't even spear the massive wolf a glance and continued to lock eyes with Harry's almost glowing green eyes.

All of a sudden the raven beak of the creature opened and it spoke, a single word spoken in English.

"Campione." Its voice was strangely cultured for its rather grotesque and brutal appearance and yet there was an arrogance to its tone that spoke of an utter assurance in its own superiority, over what and who he did not know but Harry got the distinct feeling he was being looked down on.

Deciding to try to find more information, for as Carter had drilled into him 'knowledge was power' he decided to try to stall and dig for information on the creatures origin so with slow deliberate movements he began to clap as he drawled out.

"Congratulations, you know what I am, would you like a prize?" he finished by twisting his head forty-five degrees and gave the creature a playful inquisitive look.

An irritated look flashed in the creatures burning eyes as it glared down at him. "You interfere." It hissed at him, a feat rather impressing considering its head was that of a Raven.

"Of course, I'm guessing you are the one that set Peluda on the Flamel's?" Harry stated more than questioned.

"Indeed, you have interfered in our business and we cannot allow that, we cannot accept that. You who are born from those inferior humans, those lesser beings who are lost without guidance." The creature said overbearingly.

"Why do you want with them, is it for the Philosopher's Stone?" Harry asked hoping to get an answer from the creature. If he was lucky he would be able to find out the creature's intention all in order to bring it down.

"We will rise once more, the Pit will no longer hold us, we will rise and see this world awash with blood, the day of our Judgment of the human race soon approaches and we as one will judge those mindless creatures on their worth and they will inevitably be found wanting." The Raven headed creature cackled.

Glaring at it Harry decided to end the niceties and shouted out. "Not if I have anything to say about it!"

With that, his body blurred as he jumped into the air swinging his blade wide putting as much momentum behind the swing as he could even as he simultaneously poured magic into the blade. With an inarticulate cry, he swung out with the guandao releasing a blade of compressed invisible power straight at the creature whose arm blurred in an impressive show of speed to block the strike.

Unfortunately for the creature it had underestimated the power behind Harry's attack and was sent flying backwards from the strike even as the majority of the force was deflected by its blade, the wolf beneath its legs struggling to steady itself in the air.

Harry meanwhile wasn't one to let out as he connected to Hati and gave it a mental command to attack. Hati tensed its leg muscles and with a growl, jumped into the air, maw open ready to swallow the creature whole unfortunately for the Celestial Devourer it wasn't fast enough and the creature righted itself and in a burst of speed, the wolf darted out of the way seeming to be almost dancing in the sky as it manoeuvred around Hati's head and out of the way of its razor sharp god killing teeth. Hati having missed its target smashed back into the ground with a massive thump, shaking the earth as if an earthquake had hit. Leaves fell from shaking trees all around the clearing as the ground shook from the weight of the massive wolf cratering it.

Straightening up the creature was glaring at him through burning yellow eyes having lost its cool composed look. "YOU, YOU, YOU DARE!"

Its voice had twisted and taken an inhuman quality to it as it lost its façade, Harry narrowed his eyes and tensed his body as it continued its ranting ready in the event it lashed out at him.

"You think you can stop us, you human parasite! We who were tricked into chains and have been the catalyst to advance your civilisations! You think you can defy your betters!"

Harry just gave it a sardonic smile and lent his guandao against his shoulder the very picture of insolence. "Doesn't matter what you are planning, I refuse to allow it to come to pass! Whatever you are, whoever you are, whatever plans you have made I will crush them into dust! Your ambitions will be smashed into nothing, your machinations will fail, I swear it!"

The creature seemed slightly unnerved by the strength of conviction in his voice but in the end brushed it off. "You cannot stop us, the true monarchy will rise and humanity will be burnt to cinders for its crime of enslaving us, its imperfection will be wiped from the surface of this world! The Ritual of Demons Ascension will come to pass and humanity will be brought to its end in fire and death!"

With that last declaration, a glyph made of pure dark energy etched itself into the space behind the creature. It was a strange symbol within a circle that had pyramids and twisted lines in it that brought an innate disgust to him as if the very symbol was just wrong. A blight upon the world itself, the manifestation of the warped essence of the creature.

"You will not stop our amalgamation, the monarchy will rise and there is nothing you Campione can do to stop it!" Twisting around it disappeared into the glyph which vanished into nothingness the moment the winged creature and the wolf vanished through it.

Harry stared at the spot the creature had vanished through with a frown on his face. With a thought he cut his connection to his Authority, the [Celestial Devourer] and Hati disappeared into mots of light behind him.

Harry looked down at the weapon in his hand and sent a mental command and banished the weapon back into the form of a tattoo.

'That was fun Master we should do this more often.' His Divine Weapon stated to him with a level of excitement in its voice. The [Steel] God existed for battle, its very essence was ingrained in battle or perhaps it would be better to say that they were the physical manifestation of conflict born from human legend of battle and war throughout all the ages.

'Perhaps.' Harry responded absentmindedly before he blinked as he took in the destruction around him. There were craters everywhere, shattered trees and a path of destruction leading through the forest all the way from the boundary of the Flamel's Wards.

"Fuck!"

He walked back to towards the Flamel's with a twitch in his eyes and a metaphorical rain over his head. It made him feel somewhat depressed. He had long since given up the idea that he would be normal but he rather disliked the idea of being compared to his incredibly destructive brethren. Most of them had no consideration for the majority of human life or bore in mind the concept of collateral damage, it was just not something they really registered. Even the most gentle of their number Madam Aisha was incredibly troublesome due to her lack of temporal awareness and short-sightedness when using her Authority [Fairy Corridor] to travel through time. She was a woman who would help others despite the consequences her actions could have on the future and with ability to time travel anywhere in the past it made her a very dangerous woman even if she didn't mean to be.

He was brought out of his thoughts on the Holy Maiden as he reached the Ward boundary of the Flamel's property and saw both the Immortal Alchemist and Carter standing there with pale looks on their faces though it was more obvious on the less disciplined and experienced Carter.

"What the hell was that?!" Carter shouted having lost most of his composure, for a moment forgetting he was in front of his King as his mind went back to that dreadful feeling that had washed over him a few minutes ago. He hadn't really been able to see it clearly too distant had the battle taken place but there had been a sudden change in the air as if something foul and vile yet descendant had suddenly arrived on this plane of existence, a presence that had chilled him to the very marrow and he had watched along with the Immortal Alchemist as his King engaged a creature sitting atop a flying four legged animal, it had been too far away to actually see it and it had soon retreated into a strange portal in the air after a brief but intense clash that he couldn't actually see due to the combatants sheer speed. He needed to know what that creature was, it had been incredibly unsettling to be in its presence let alone look at it.

"I don't know." Harry said with a scowl on his face, annoyance and frustration clear in his voice. He had done much research into different Gods of Pantheons all across the world yet he couldn't even begin to think where to place that weird being.

Though as Harry's eyes darted between the two men he caught a flash of something in Flamel's eyes that suggested he was beginning to have an idea.

The ancient man looked at Harry and said. "We will discuss this inside. We seem to have much to discuss."

He didn't wait around for a response as the man turned around and waved his wand in front of the barrier which shimmered slightly as it responded to him. Turning back around he addressed Harry. "There you can enter now, I'm sure the wife will want to meet you. It's time we tell you about Albus and just how far that man has fallen and you can tell me about that creature and what the hell has been attacking us."

He didn't wait for Harry's response as he vanished through the ward boundary

Harry looked at Carter and just shrugged. "Stay here and get that Anti-Apparation Ward down, I'll go and get answers."

Carter nodded, it was not like he could force his way onto the property and follow.

Harry turned back and took a step forward through the Wards and he felt them wash over him, no longer acting like a solid barrier they allowed him through. Emerging on the other side of the Wards he took in the sight of the clearing that had been hidden by the Wards.

It was a beautiful and quaint little house all rustic and old yet incredibly maintained. In fact, he would say it looked brand new as if it was only built yesterday. All manner of different magical plants filled the area around the house in a beautiful display of colour.

He followed the Immortal Alchemist up the path towards the front door and entered through the door after the older man.

The inside of the house was just as quaint and beautiful as the outside with ornate wooden furniture and white walls.

"Do we have guests?" The voice of a mature and sophisticated women came out from deeper in the house.

"Indeed we do my dear, someone here to speak to us. He helped us with our little dragon problem."

"Truly?" Was the question asked by the women who emerged from one of the doors off the entrance and Harry took a look at her. She was wearing Warlock robes and looked to be in her fifties with raven black hair falling around her head and a few wrinkles on her face, all laugh lines. She had warm looking gentle brown eyes but Harry could see the intelligence and wisdom hidden behind the gentleness. He knew who this woman was, the wife of the Immortal Alchemist Prenelle Flamel.

Her eyes widened as she looked at him. "Campione." She breathed out in surprise.

Bowing at the waist he smiled in the direction of Prenelle and said. "It is a pleasure to meet you Lady Flamel I am Elias Wolf the Campione of the Greenwich Assembly."

Nicolas cocked an eyebrow as he stared at the young Godslayer and said. "You know you don't need to hide it from us right? We guessed the moment you announced yourself under that ridiculous name that it was nothing but fake you don't have to keep up a pretence it's not like we speak to enough people to spread it around even if we cared to do so."

Harry looked startled for a moment but shrugged, he was not particularly attached to his cover name. It was one he adopted to trick the Warlocks and more specifically Dumbledore. It held little value to him, a Campione who feared nothing, he took the name merely to save him the bother of burning their community to the ground when they would have inevitably come over to the continent and irritated him.

"Harry Potter, my name is Harry Potter." He said as he glanced at the two adults.

Both turned and looked slightly surprised at the announcement though not as much as anyone else would have reacted, especially Nicolas who had a look of understanding in his eyes as if the final piece of a puzzle had slotted into place in his mind.

"So that is why he asked for it this year." The man said aloud though it was clear he was talking to himself.

"What was that dear?" Prenelle asked.

The man shook his head as he addressed them both. "Doesn't matter I shall explain later, we should sit down no need to stand around here all day."

With that announcement, he turned around and wandered further into the house and Prenelle looked at the young Godslayer with a smile on her face, not an ounce of the fear most people felt around him on instinct on her face as she asked him. "Would you like some tea?"

He nodded, he kind of liked it, the utter lack of fear in either of their eyes. It was strange to be looked at by someone who held none of the hidden fear that most people had when they met him and knew what he was. It made sense he supposed, both of them were the oldest living humans, not even the Balkan Devil the oldest of the Campione was older than them.

"Yes please." He said as he followed through into the living room where Nicolas Flamel had sat down on a soft looking sofa and was looking at him curiously.

"So Harry Potter eh? How did you who Albus claimed to be under his care end up fighting a Heretic God?" He asked curiously.

Harry sat down and shrugged his shoulders. "I met Fenrir whilst vacationing in Greece, well my relatives were vacationing anyway and I was attacked by the Wolf King and through some miracle, I managed to kill it and was picked up by members of the Greenwich Assembly."

"Hmm… interesting." Nicolas hummed to himself that explained how he had fallen in with one of the Mage Associations. He may be a bit of a recluse but he made sure to keep up to date with the most prominent news of the Mystical World and a new Campione was more than enough to get anyone's attention.

He glanced to the side when he saw Prenelle walk back in with a floating tray in front of her, wand in hand. She placed the tray in front of them on the table in the middle of the room and sat down next to her husband, looking at the couple asked. "So you said something about Dumbledore?" he asked leadingly.

"I did didn't I?" he said as a scowl came over his features.

"Albus Dumbledore, that brat I graciously took into my home and taught my craft to betrayed us!" he spat with fire in his ancient eyes as he glared at the ceiling, his wife moved and placed a comforting hand on his seemed to calm him down somewhat as he focused on the feeling of his wife's touch.

Slumping he looked at Harry and sighed. "He contacted us during the summer and wanted to visit, not unusual though we usually converse through letters but it wasn't something that brought up any red flags, we trusted the man after all." He said bitterly towards the end.

"Everything was normal, until… until we moved onto the topic of Alchemy and more importantly my Philosopher's Stone. He began to ask questions about it subtly at first until he eventually came out with it and demanded the Stone in the name of his Greater Good, he tried to explain that our Stone was a dangerous object that Voldemort wanted to use to return and he couldn't and wouldn't allow such a thing, the Stone needed to be destroyed and my memory of how to create."

Scoffing he said. "Of course we would never agree for such a thing and he tried to take it by force."

Scowling he sighed to himself. "The man is powerful I shall give you that, one of the strongest Warlocks I have ever encountered in all my years, I put up a hell of a fight, although I managed to escape him whipping my mind he was able to take my Stone from me."

Growling he continued. "It didn't help that somehow the man managed to get a mole into the Ministry here in France in the Magic Monitoring Department which meant that no Auror's came to investigate."

Harry blinked, surprised that the 'Lord of the Light' would actually go so far in order to see his plans come to fruition and just how far his reach seemed to go before he looked down at his pocket and grinned to himself. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a bright red stone and held it in front of the Immortal Alchemist whose eyes widened in surprise along with his wife.

"Is that?" he trailed off as he picked up the Stone from Harry's palm.

"Yes it is, apparently Dumbledore had put it as bait for a trap for Voldemort in his school." Harry explained.

"With the children still there?" Prenelle asked with shock on her face aghast at the thought that the child they had taught would put children at risk.

Harry just shrugged in response causing the women to scowl in anger.

Nicolas looked up at Harry and smiled for the first time since he had met the Immortal Alchemist. "Thank you, I had thought it lost."

He was cradling it in his hands as he examined it before he handed it to his wife and continued with his story.

"It wasn't long after that that our Wards were attacked by Peluda, it just showed up one day and attacked us. We tried to escape but someone had set up Wards and we couldn't escape, we had confided ourselves to the belief that we would be stuck there alone until it finally smashed through our Wards, as strong as they are they wouldn't have survived much longer." He finished with a shiver at just how close they had gotten.

Looking up at Harry he asked. "Now what was that creature from earlier?"

Harry rubbed his nose as he thought how to explain it. "Sigh, I don't know, I could sense the moment we got close but it only appeared when I had Peluda pinned and it tried to attack me. It had the body of a man with pitch black wings and the head of a raven and was riding a wolf. It began to rant about a monarchy and a Ritual of Demons Ascension. My Divine Weapon is sentient and it said that it was a Demon."

The couple looked shocked at that and Nicolas stroked his beard in thought a look of worry on his face. "Even in all my years alive I have never encountered a Demon before, in fact, the only report I can even remember of anyone encountering a Demon in physical form was the Campione John Pluto Smith, what he fought he has remained tight lipped on but he has confirmed that it was a Demon. The points made by the Demon are interesting, the monarchy and the description of it are rather telling though I don't know about the Ritual."

Harry leaned forward in interest. "So you know what that was?"

Nicolas looked thoughtful for a moment as he seemed to be running through different thoughts in his mind, nodding his head he stood up and walked toward a shelf and pulled off a book. Turning around he sat back down and showed Harry the title.

De Praestigiis Daemonum his Campione born prodigious skill with languages shone through as he translated the title On the Tricks of Demons.

"This book was written a few centuries ago and details the Pseudomonarchia Daemonum also known as the False Monarchy of Demons that is who I believe that Demon was referring to, they are also known as the Seventy Two Demons of Solomon, the Goetic Demons and if I am correct then you just encountered the Demon that bears the titles of Great Marquis, the Demon Prince Andras the commander of thirty Legions of Hell and a being renowned for sowing discontent and discord."

Harry looked at the book and mentally made himself a reminder to look further into Andras and other Demons like him, he very much doubted that that was the last he would see of them and he wanted to be ready. He wasn't going to be caught with his pants down and vulnerable.

He looked thoughtfully at the couple for a moment before an idea appeared in his head and he said. "There is the possibility that the Demons will come for you again, why don't you come and set up shop at Magier Festung!?" usually he would just demand their obedience as was his right as a Campione but Nicolas and Prenelle Flamel had more than earned the right to be invited rather than ordered.

The couple was surprised at his question and turned to look at one another a silent conversation running between the two as they stared into each other's eyes. A conversation without words was going on and spoke of the centuries the couple had had together.

They seemed to come to a decision as they turned to look at Harry and Nicolas smiled, "We would be honoured to join you."

Then his face turned grim as he stared at Harry in the eye. "Though I must tell you that if you want us just for the secret on how to make the Stone then you can think again, I have been around for quite some time and I can promise you I can do quite a bit of damage even to a Campione."

Harry just smiled and shook his head. "You have no need to worry anyone who badgers you just send them to me and I'll seek them out personally and deal with them. I have no intention of trying to take that secret form you I have no interest in it. I'll live a very long time anyways."

Campione were beings with monstrous vitality and would maintain their youthful appearance with the more magic that roared through their veins, it was why a woman as old as the Ruler of the Martial Realm still looked like a twenty-year-old supermodel. They could live for hundreds and hundreds of years, in fact, no one was actually sure just how long a Campione could live for none had ever actually died of old age. Every single Campione had died on the battlefield felled either by one of their own or by a Heretic God. It was a fate Harry had grappled with and was still grappling with, he wouldn't get a quite send off into the next life in a bed surrounded by his grandchildren. No, he would die on a battlefield roaring his defiance to the heavens. A scary thought for anyone to know that their death no matter what would not be a peaceful but a violent and bloody one, dying alone on a battlefield no one else could hope to stand on.

The man opposite him relaxed and nodded his head. "Thank you."

Harry just smiled happily, even with the threat of Demons on the horizon he was content, the Immortal Alchemist and his wife were joining him and he had accomplished what he had set out and given back their greatest creation. Yet deep in his heart he readied himself for what was to come, the Demons would not give up whatever machinations they were skulking about trying to accomplish and yet he was stalwart, no matter whether it was Demon, God or Devil he would crush anything that stood in his way!

He was Harry James Potter a God Slaying Devil King, a Supreme Ruler and the Slayer of Fenrir, nothing would block his way!


The Realm of Demons was a place that defied description for no human had ever managed to reach it to document it and the Demons who inhabited it would never describe their home to any outsider. Yet if one was to manage the impossible and manage to make their way into this place they would describe it as an eldritch wasteland.

A place of barren land, rock either stained black or naturally formed that colour made up the landscape with fires flickering up from crevices in the rock that led down to depths unfathomable. The sky itself was stained a permeant grey colour, it wasn't even the dark clouds overheard that were the source of the grey colouration, no it was the very sky and space itself that was stained that colour giving the entire Realm an otherworldly and unsettling feeling to it that seemed to hang over everything like shroud of woe and misery.

In the centre of this desolate landscape was a castle, a rickety and broken one made of the same black rock that made up the landscape, spires stuck out of it and were built in a manner that seemed impossible for human hands to create, it was a construction that seemed to stand tall even in defiance of the law of gravity itself. It was built on a rock formation that jutted out of the relatively flat landscape like a spire which only drew even more attention to it.

Within a courtyard, in this strange castle, a glyph appeared in the air and out of which walked the Great Marquis Andras.

The Demon looked around, its monstrous-looking eyes raking across each shadow of the castle, each one of which could hide any number of unspeakable horror. Its eyes continued to examine every shadow until it settled on one.

All of a sudden a cultured yet malice filled voice rang out seeming to come from everywhere yet nowhere. "Was your mission a success?"

Andras' eyes blazed for a moment before they settled back into those still infernal pools, it shook its raven head. "No, there were added complications that prevented me from obtaining the Stone."

"Hmm, that so? What were these complications?" the voice asked though this time there was a note of inhuman malice in the cultured voice that would send shivers up even the most stalwart of men.

Andras knew that its excuse would have to be a good one, the being in front of him was perhaps the greatest of their number and was, therefore, the most dangerous. Its intellect only rivalled by its disdain and hatred for humanity.

"A Campione," he answered with disgust and fear in his tone as he remembered his short confrontation with the inhuman defenders of Man.

A hiss could be heard from the voice in the shadow before it spoke once more. "I see, yes that would be a complication. If that is the case then we will no longer be able to use the Stone for the Ritual we will have to do it the old fashioned way. Contact those human pets of ours and tell them to prepare the necessary items and sacrifices, the time of our ascension is coming, soon our brethren will join us in the mortal realm, they will be freed from their prison and we shall ascend as one."

"Yes, my King." Andras answered before he took to the sky upon his wolf mount.

As the Marquis disappeared into the sky out of the shadows stepped a cat, normal size with a pitch-black coat its tail waving lazily behind it. In fact, the only thing that differentiated it from a normal tabby was the sickly yellow eyes and the malice filled power radiating off of it in waves.

"Soon, soon we shall be all be one and the End shall be brought to the world. Our ascension to the Throne of Hell is nigh and the title of False Monarch shall be cast aside as we take our rightful place upon the throne in the highest peak of the lowest realm." The cat spoke as it looked up to the sky, Bael the First Demon and bearer of the title of King, commander of sixty Legions of Hell let its feline mouth twist into a mockery of a smile, its eyes burning with anticipation.

The Heretic God let out a travesty of a laugh, both its feline form and demonic nature twisting its voice till it sounded like rusting nails scrapping together echoing against the dark walls of the empty castle.


Wow that was a looooong chapter! 21,500 words!

AN: Just to clarify to everyone that is confused, the Demons included in this story are Heretic Gods, I am not throwing in some new mechanic or species to the established cannon of the Campione story.

Heretic Gods are classified as beings that are drawn from Myth and Legend, this includes Gods from ancient Pantheons, Angels and Demons. Any truly sentient being that is not an animal that is born from myth and legend falls under this category of Heretic God.

The nature of Heretic Gods is defined by their myths and legend so why not their species, Demons in myth and legend are by their very nature on the whole malevolent beings so even creatures such as the 72 who are more ambivalent to humanity than most Demons in mythology are horrifyingly dangerous beings. Most Gods that descend to become Heretic Gods are straightforward and seek only battle, these Demons will be a little more subtle.

To those who aren't aware within my story John Pluto Smith did not kill Count Bifrons like she did in canon.