Hello Everyone. Sorry about the pause in the story. I had a death in the family and couldn't write for a while. I don't have anything new so please enjoy this chapter.

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Harry stood once again in the forest, a thick fog was rolling through. Foljnir was nowhere to be seen, nor was Jormangundr. The tall child sighed as he walked slowly, a distinct ping in his seidr pulling him in a random direction.

"JAMES!"

A female voice pierced through the fog. It tremored with terror. A sickly laugh followed.

"Move Lily. I am not here for you. Just the boy. The prophecy is clear. Only his death is necessary tonight"

Harry froze as the fog cleared. He stood in the corner of a burning house. A red-headed woman stood in front of a crib, wand in front of her, shaking. A tall man stood in the center, black robes with pale skin and red eyes. A soft cry told him that there was a baby in the crib.

"I won't let you touch Harry! Prophecy be damned." the woman shouted. The tall man laughed again.

"I see you have inherited your family's seer abilities. Only Dumbledore and I should know of the Prophecy. If you've seen that, then you know how this ends." he slowly raised his wand and leveled it at her.

"The future is never set. I have seen it, I know how to best it" The redhead said.

Time seemed to slow down a bit for Harry. He saw the man jab forward, a pale green spell shot out of the wand. The woman recognized the spell, and with hardened eyes turned and pointed at a corner of the crib.

There was a moment when time froze for Harry. As soon as the green spell hit the woman she started to fall over and at the same time a rune circle appeared around the crib, a white wall appeared and surrounded the whole room with light and he was blinded.

When the light died down the tall man was nowhere to be seen. The youngest Potter moved around slowly and peered into the crib. He saw a baby with black hair, startling green eyes, and a red lightning-shaped scar that was starting to heal.

Harry blinked as the sun started to peer in the Ravenclaw tower. It had been two weeks since he had gained his new wand and returned to a normal schedule. During that time he had made a new pen pal in Luna, who was set to attend Hogwarts next year. Aside from classes and the far less strenuous training sessions he was used to, life had gone about quietly.

Until now, that was. This had been the first vision he received since his trip to Diagon Alley, and this one was far heavier. This one had burned in his mind. This one was clear. The day his parents had died.

'But what about this prophecy? Only Dumbledore and Voldemort knew it? More mystery.' He thought to himself as he entered the common room. He sat by the fireplace, allowing himself to wake up. He was surprised when he saw the presents under the Christmas tree that had been erected. More surprised to see 6 presents and a few letters float towards him and stack neatly in front of him.

He would hazard a guess that two were from his witch friends, but the rest were a surprise to him. Hermione's gift was a book for advanced wandless techniques, while Daphne's gift was a book on dueling techniques. The third was from Luna, of all people. It was a five-year subscription to the quibbler.

It was the last three gifts that were a mystery to him. On one was a short letter that simply ready, 'I held on to this for your father, its time for it to be passed on to you'.

Inside was a small silvery cloak. His mage sight picked up a very old magic signature, yet for as old as it was, the magic was strong and so was the fabric. He put it aside for now as he looked at his next present, which also had a letter attached to it.

'Dear Cub,

My name is Remus Lupin. You may not remember me, The last time I saw you, you were still in diapers. I was close friends with your Father and Godfather. Both of whom are probably disappointed with my silence.

I have no excuse, other than Dumbledore promised me you would be safe from You-Know-Whose forces. I have a condition that makes life a bit harder than I would like but I have heard through the grapevine that you've become a topic at Hogwarts.

Prongs and Padfoot would be proud of you I'm sure of it, as would your mother, don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

With this letter is some photos of our times at Hogwarts plus a few extra. I can't ask you to forgive me for my silence nor my negligence in looking after you after what happened with your parents and Sirius.

But I do wish to make amends. If you can find it in your heart, please send a letter attached to an owl named Lyon, in the Owlery. He can find me. If not then I understand you might be angry, I am willing to handle that.

Happy Boxing Day Cub,

Remus Lupin.

Harry blinked a few times. He remembered nothing from when he was a child. Opening the gift it had five photos. One was a group shot of Four people, two of who he recognized as his parents, one was a tall man with black hair and a suave smile, and the last was the tallest one there, a man with brown hair and a weathered look on his face. They all appeared to have just graduated from the looks of the pictures.

The next one had a baby Harry being held by the man with black hair and his father. The other three had a mixture of the four, with the fifth having a smaller man in it as well. He would go over the letter with McGonagall.

He opened the last gift, which was a book on pureblood ethics. With it was the last letter.

"Dear Mister Potter,

My name is Lucious Malfoy. I am Draco's Father. I wish to formally invite you to Malfoy Manor during the Spring Holidays. I am aware that you were grown up in a muggle society. You may not know it, but you are set to inherit a very old seat in our Ministry of Magic. Our families have never been friends before, I understand this. But whether you know it or not, the wizarding world will be expecting great things from you. I simply wish to help you prepare for that, and maybe set an alliance with our two families, should you wish to join your peers when they go to the Wizengamot.

If you wish to accept my invitation, please get with my son when he returns to the castle after the Winter Break. I hope to hear from you soon Mister Potter.

Happy Boxing Day,

Lucious Malfoy, Lord of the Noble House Malfoy.

This was perhaps the most surprising of all his gifts. It was no secret to Harry that the Malfoy House was a darker House. They came from France and joined the Pureblood movement when Voldemort started his rise. He would have to think about this for now.

It was at this time when a seventh year came downstairs. Harry packed all of his things, not wanting to draw attention to himself, not that would do him any good later. He had an errand to run, something he had promised to do when he was finally out of the infirmary.

With Draco Malfoy, Malfoy Manor

"How goes your attempt to befriend the Potter boy, Draco?" an older man asked, looking over a bank statement. This was Lucious Malfoy, head of the Noble Family Malfoy. Draco stood in his study, a passive face was the only thing his father allowed. A Malfoy was always in control of their emotions.

"It is slow going Father. Cousin Potter is strong but polite. Morally he stands in the grey crowd. He shows a distrust of the Headmaster, for what reason I do not know. He is confident and near independent. He will make his own choices." Draco reported. The elder Malfoy said nothing as he continued reading.

"And do you know his opinion of you?" he asked.

"Amicable at best, I believe. He spends all his time studying. The Greengrass heiress and a muggle-born are the only people he talks to outside of his house, and that's usually when they are in the library studying." The son dutifully reported.

"Continue to make friends with him. But do not push him away. He will be a strong ally in the future if we play our cards right. I wonder what he thought of my Invitation?" Lucious said to himself.

"Father?"

"I have invited him to our manor for spring break. He may be a half-blood, but the Potter seat is old and powerful. He must be made to know the station he will inherent. But for now, I will solidify the friendship you will make with him. You may go, Happy Boxing Day" the older Malfoy said with a dismissive wave. The younger nodded and turned out of the study. His father had his plans, now it was up to him to make sure they didn't go awry.

Back at Hogwarts.

Harry had made it to the Great Hall in time to meet up with both Hermione and Daphne. With a Merry Christmas, they sat down to eat, talking about a variety of subjects from classes to magic. Both noted that Harry was keeping his eyes on the Great Hall waiting for something.

"Harry? What's wrong?" Hermione asked

"Nothing at the moment. Just waiting for something. While we wait, Daphne? Do you have any idea who my godfather is?" Harry asked. Daphne blinked at the sudden question. "I got a letter from someone named Remus Lupin, he was apparently a friend of my family, in particular, my dad and godfather."

Daphne swallowed her food as she thought for a moment. "The Greengrass family have never been allied with House Potter. I couldn't tell you who."

"I figured- ah there he is" Harry stood up suddenly and started to walk over to the Gryffindor table, specifically to one Ronald Weasley. "Good Boxing Day Miser Weasley."

The youngest redhead looked up for just a moment to see who was talking to him. "Harry? Here to play some wizards chest?" He asked.

"No, I am here for you to apologize," Harry said. Ron furrowed his eyebrows.

"For what? I've not done anything wrong"

"For putting Hermione Granger in danger," Harry said, a small amount of irritation in his voice.

"I did nothing wrong" the redhead snapped, his anger coming to the surface.

"Had it not been for you she would not have been near the danger that was present. She deserves an apology, Ronald." Harry said cooly, hiding his irritation.

"She would have been fine. The troll was going after the filthy snake a whole floor above her. Good riddance to bad rubbish I say." Ron said, unknown to him who exactly heard him. "Besides-" That was all he said as he went flying into the wall behind him. Courtesy of one irate Harry Potter.

"Mister Potter! What are you doing!?" A shrill voice sounded as McGonagall came rushing from the head table. The Great Hall quieted as they saw the 11-year-old Boy-Who-Lived blast, Ron, into the wall, small whisps of green magic rolling off of his form.

"Teaching a bully his lesson Professor," Harry responded, not taking his eyes off the indent that the redhead was resting in.

"You will control yourself Mister Potter and then you will tell me why one of my lions is in a..hole..in the..wall" McGonagall started before she realized that there was indeed a small hole in the wall. Walls that were supposed to be impervious to magic blasts. "Get your magical aura under control mister Potter, please. Then explain."

It was at this time that Harry noticed the state of his magic and started to reign it in. "I came over here to have Ronald apologize to Hermione for his choices words to her on Halloween, and the danger she was put in because of it. He denied the accusation and said that she would have been fine because the troll was targeting a Slytherin" Harry said, anger in his eyes.

That's when a fourth-year beater for the quidditch team, Katie Bell if he recalled correctly, stood up. "It's the truth professor. He was very rude, implying that the Slytherin should have died." two other girls stood up and nodded with her.

McGonagall sighed as she shook her head. "Be that as it may, you can not just blast students into the castle walls, Mister Potter. 25 points from Ravenclaw for magic used against another student, and detention with me on the first-day class after the new year. 25 points from Gryffindor for Mister Weasley's comment and he will serve a detention with me later. I will also contact his mother." She said as she levitated Ron and started to walk towards the Infirmary.

Harry nodded and went to sit back down. "That wasn't necessary Harry. I am perfectly fine with what happened." Hermione said. Harry nodded but frowned.

"All the same, it shouldn't have happened." He said as he began piling his plate.

No one noticed Dumbledore leaving the great hall, and if they did they would have seen a worried look on his face. He quickly made his way into his office and started to pace. Everything was wrong! Harry Potter was not who was supposed to be.

He was supposed to be weak, easily guided by his fascination with this new world. How did he become so strong? Most adults couldn't make their magic visible by force, let alone summon an aura out of it. How did an eleven-year-old boy manage to do it?

And the force! Only the select few who could feel the depths of magic would have felt it. Harry's magic, no his sedir Dumbledore reminded himself, was so potent. Something didn't add up and He didn't know where to find answers.

Albus paced long into the night, trying to find a way to fix his plans.

To Lord Lucious Malfoy, Lord of the Noble House Malfoy.

I am honored by your request and send you my gratitude for it. I have already made plans for the Easter holidays. So I must regretfully decline your invitation. However, I have no plans for the summer. If you wish, I can come with Cousin Draco to your Manor straight from the Platform.

Along with this beautiful hawk is my Snowy Owl, Hedwig. If you will respond please send correspondences through her.

Your's Truly,

Harry Potter,

That was the letter that Harry had given to Draco to send to his father. The Easter Holidays would have been great if not for the U16 Dueling Circuit.

It was now April 5, four months since Harry's blow up against Ron. Not much had happened. He had managed to not get hurt and so had stayed out of the Infirmary. Ron Weasley stayed away from Harry at every possible moment, glaring at him whenever they were in the same room.

Not long after the incident, Harry had received a letter from Author Weasley, head of the Family, apologizing for his youngest son's behavior. Besides training with his new wand and studying with Hermione and Daphne the only new thing was his new friendship with one Luna Lovegood.

Ever since they bumped into each other in Diagon Alley they had become penpals sorta. They wrote ever so often. Harry learned that Luna was an eccentric girl who went out on snipe hunts with her father, though she seemed a bit lonely. The only company she had was a girl named Ginevra Weasley, the youngest of the Weasley brood. Apparently, they both started next year.

And now it was time for the Circuit. Flitwick had managed to keep him a secret from Dumbledore, who was in attendance with the British Ministry of Magic, who was obligated to watch for whatever reason. The only good thing was Luna would be here with Xeno, as they were covering the Circuit for their periodical, called The Quibbler.

They had just arrived at Durmstrang via something called a portkey. Harry decided that he did not like it. "Alright there Harry?" Flitwick asked as he saw Harry's slightly green face. "Don't worry the effects will subside soon. Here take this. It's a language potion. It will help translate."

Harry nodded as he drank the blue potion. It had a sweet taste. They were quickly huddled off the Portkey point into the Schools Quidditch Pitch. "Now keep in mind that you are the youngest one here. I've checked the roaster. You don't have to win, but I do expect a good performance from you. Students from Beauxbatons and Dumstrang, plus some international schools will be competing. There are 32 competitors. They'll be split into 4 cells of four rounds, eight students in each cell."

"So the Four winners of each cell will move to the semi-finals where there will be two matches and the winners of those go to the final match?" Harry asked as he saw the huge field. There were Four Platforms of marble, 6 meters by 6 meters each. (20 ft by 20 ft) a huge amount of people gathered.

"Indeed. Now there are three judges for each cell. Once we reach the Semi-finals then everyone's focus will be on the one. You don't have to win, but I do want to see you either win a cell or place near the top of one. Do you hear me?" Flitwick said as they approached a tall Wizard, taller than Harry. He had white hair and Brown eyes.

"You are here for Circuit? School?" He asked.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, " Flitwick said. The man widened his eyes.

"That means you are… This year will be interesting. My name is Mykew Gregorovitch. I will inspect your wand and give you your cell number." He said. Flitwick nodded and motioned to Harry, who passed over his wand. "My, my, my. I never thought I would see this wand again. I helped create this one with Ollivander. 12 inches, Yggdrasil Bark, heartstring of peculiarly nasty Ironbelly intertwined with the heartstring of a Nundu. Loose and Flexible. I think we will see great things from you." He said as he looked at a scroll in his hands "You will be Number 6 in Cell C."

"Come on then, no need to wait. It starts in thirty minutes." Flitwick said, walking over to one of the Marble platforms. "The Circuit itself won't start until the prominent people arrive, Ministers and what not. Take this time and meditate. Also, you should know you will have to take off your necklace. Absolutely no Glamours can be worn in the ring. I know you would rather not, but you can use your full mage sight to gather some info if you wish. Now you rest here. I will go find Dumbledore if he has arrived yet."

Harry nodded his head. He took off his necklace and the world became brighter. He saw the tattoos form on his hand and heard a hiss in his head. ~Worry not master. You are strong. You have me. Are familiars allowed? I will eat any foe who dares defy us.~ Jormungandr said, confidence in his voice.

'Probably not, but I don't want to reveal you unless I absolutely have to. You are my secret weapon after all.' Harry responded. He felt a weight on his shoulders as Hedwig landed on him. She rubbed her head on his face and gave a soft trill, causing Harry to smile. "I know girl. Wanna fly for a moment?" She gave a screech and took off. The tall boy sat down and concentrated.

He felt a sense of vertigo for a moment before he opened his eyes. This was another thing he had taken too. In his spare moments, he would connect with Hedwig and see the world through her eyes. It was an awesome feeling to Harry, being able to fly. It also helped that he could still use his mage sight. He looked around taking the sight in.

His mage sight saw everything. A multitude of colors and varying strengths. There was one that caught his attention. He swooped down and circled around a blonde girl. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. Her magic was more intriguing to Harry. He swooped down and landed beside her. Her magic was warm, almost like it was on fire. And to his sight, it seemed like it was singing to him, inviting him to love her.

"Why hello. You are a beautiful owl." the Girl said, a french accent tight on her lips. "Now who do you belong to? Hmm?"

Harry smirked as he opened his eyes, disconnected from Hedwig, and whistled. The Snowy Owl took off and landed beside him with another soft trill. The blonde girl was right behind her.

"Bonjour, I do not mean to bother. But you have a beautiful owl." She said "Oh where are my manners. I am Fleur Delacour. You are here for the Circuit yes?"

Harry didn't answer right away, instead choosing to study her magic. He could feel the magic trying to sway his mind, not that it was much effective. "Bonjour Madame. I am indeed in the circuit. And thank you. I think Hedwig was intrigued by your magic." Harry said as his one Goldeneye glowed for a second.

"What is wrong with your eye?" Fleur asked, confused and intrigued.

"I have mage sight through that eye. So I can see the magic around me. Yours is special. It's warm. And it seems like it is singing." Harry commented. Their talk was cut short as a canon blast sounded.

They looked over to see a pudgy man with his wand in his hand. "Attention everyone. I am pleased to announce this year's U16 Dueling Circuit. All contestants, please move to your designated areas. Judes will arrive shortly. Spectators, please enjoy the show. Let the Games begin" He said as he shot off some fireworks from his wand.

Harry gave a short bow to Fleur before he went and joined 7 other students around three individuals. "We will be the judges of Cell C. The rules are simple. Keep to light and grey spells. Nothing more lethal than a stinging hex. You duel until one gives up or you can not keep at it. Duels will last no longer than ten minutes at a time. Any longer and we will vote on who will move forward. Understood?" Said a dark-skinned man with a grey mustache. A woman next to him stepped up.

"Okay, Numbers one and two please step forward. Bow and take positions," she ordered. Two students stepped forward, both females, and bowed slightly. The female judge made a blast with her wands and the two contestants started to fire spells. Harry had to admit it was impressive. Though not a lot of footwork as the two tried to be dominant in the spell exchange. It ended in the Asian witch's favor as she shot two spells in rapid succession. A stinging hex and a stunner.

The next pair weren't bad either an older Bulgarian boy vs someone from Spain. The Russian was the clear victor as he was able to overpower a shield charm with a few curses and jinxes.

Next up it was Harry's turn. And he was up against a male student from Beauxbaton. They took their places and both gave a bow. At the blast, the french boy started to fire a chain of spells. From tripping jinxes to a body bind.

Harry responded by dodging. The French student had started small and slow, obviously trying to conserve energy. But the more Harry dodged, the more intense the spellfire became. What he couldn't avoid he used protego. This went on for maybe five minutes before the french student started to pant.

Harry used the split second of time to fire off a stunner. The student, exhausted from continuous spell use, was unable to pull up a shield in time to protect himself and was out like a light. The judges nodded as a medi witch came and levitated the student out of the ring.

Harry smiled as he walked off the platform and blended in with the students as two fifth years stepped up. He noticed out of his eyes Dumbledore and a man in green robes walking around, momentarily stopping to watch the two students trade spells, before moving on.

The next round was slightly different. The Asian witch from the first round had decided that overpowering the Bulgarian wizard was not the right way to go and had decided to try and dance around his spells while sending small chains his way. This clearly was not working, as the Older student was holding his own, hitting spells with his own, and simply leaning out of the way. A few seconds later, the Asain witch had been tagged with a stunner to her thigh.

Harry's second round was the same as the first. The fourth-year tried to overwhelm him with spells. Harry just dodged and shielded when necessary, letting his opponent tire himself out. Now it was time for the C Block finals.

Harry was allowed a five-minute break period to rest as he stepped back up onto the platform. The Bulgarian boy walked over to him, putting Harry on guard. He noticed this and held his hands up. "No need to worry, I am simply wanting to say hi. You are the mysterious competitor. No one has been able to touch you, and I don't even know your level of magic as you have only used two stunners. It is intriguing." he said as he approached. "My name is Victor Krum"

Harry furrowed his brow, the name rang bells in his heads. "The same Viktor Krum that got invited to the Bulgarian National Quidditch team? Youngest wizard to ever play nationals?" He asked. Viktor smirked and held his head high. "Oh, my name is Harry Potter. It is a pleasure to meet you."

This caused him to blanch slightly and do a double-take. THE Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, just started his magical education this year according to rumors. "But Harry Potter is supposed to be eleven and tiny. Not as tall as a man" he said in disbelief.

"I hit an early growth spurt," he said simply. A blast from a wand signified the start of the next round. "Don't let my age distract you, you better come at me serious, Mister Krum. if you do not I might be slightly disappointed."

"Do not worry, I will crush you, as I have crushed the rest. I do not know how to go easy" He said as he took his place across from Harry, his wand ready. At the sound of the second blast, Viktor let loose a fast chain, far faster than his previous opponents.

He was forced to put up a shield charm. When the volley of spells stopped he went on the offensive. Every spell he could think on the top of his head. Chaining spells was something he had just touched on with Flitwick, and besides a basic disarming and stunning chain, he had no offensive quick spells. So he was just swishing, flicking, and jabbing his wand, his own spell volley flying towards Viktor. The older Bulgarian wizard smirked as he started to dodge and shield, the same tactic Harry used.

The younger boy cursed under his breath as he waved his wand, a small wall of earth rising in between them. Viktor frowned, not knowing what his opponent planned on doing, and started to let loose some blasting curses to tear the wall down.

Meanwhile, Harry was quickly drawing a rune circle on the ground. His attempts at using proper Sedir spells were slow going, as most magic-using sedir used chants and prayer intertwined with some kind of rune circle. Not much study material for half of that.

"Freja, Goddess to the Volva, master of Seidr. I bring to you a sacrifice, my blood for strength. Bring upon my enemies calamity and disaster. Bring forth a weapon of such might that all fall before its sheen." Harry chanted as he felt his wall fall to the blasting curse. As it fell his rune circle expanded below his feet.

He stood up and quickly directed his magic in Viktors general direction. "A weapon befit for you and only you. By Odin's sight, by Thor's strength, and your grace. Vanir blæst " He finished, a ball of lightning and fire in his hands. Viktor's eyes went wide as he saw the concentrated magical power in his hands, and the blood dripping from his palm.

He quickly threw up a shield as the ball of magic left the hands of Harry and streaked through the marble. He felt the impact and then there was a blinding flash of light. The entirety of the U16 Circuit was put on pause as the magical explosion detonated. In the back of Harry's mind, he was cursing, forgetting to put a power limiter on the circle, hoping he didn't get disqualified for his overpowered spell.

When Viktor could see again he faintly noted pain as he was laying on the ground. He had managed to stop the ball of magic from hitting him. But the shockwave from the explosion had sent him flying. One of the judges quickly went to check on him. After a few diagnostic spells, he nodded,

"Mister Potter will be disqualified. On the grounds of excessive spell power, boarding on lethal," he said as helped Viktor.

"No. let him go on. I should have dodged that spell, not tried to block it. The force behind the spells was probably a mistake. Honestly, the fact he can perform a spell at the age of eleven means he's far stronger than I was when I was his age." Viktor said as he stood up. He noticed Circuit officials running over to see the disturbance.

"What seems to be the problem, Marianne?" A voice said. The female judge turned and saw Albus Dumbledore standing there.

"Just an overpowered spell. Mister Krum is fine. The winner of the Block C, Harry Potter, from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." She announced.

Albus nodded as he looked at the Marble platform. "Of course. Mister Potter will- MISTER POTTER?!" He shouted when realized.

"Surprise," Flitwick said in a triumphant voice, right beside him.

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I hope ye enjoyed that chapter. Again I'm sorry for how long it took me to finish it.

Introduced both Fleur and Viktor early. Should make the Tri wizard Tournament a fun chapter.

Please keep supporting, It means a lot,

Thanks to Silver for being a beta the bitch.

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