Singular fate Chapter 1, a harry potter fanfic

A/N Inspired by Irreversible Destiny by SheWolfe7. Which has unfortunately been abandoned it seems but is an amazing concept. Only parts are going to be used specifically from the first chapter. From there it will change.

Pairings: Barty Crouch Jr./Harry

Black's POV

Sirius Black could barely restrain the lopsided grin that stole over his face; his Godson was finally coming home! It had been over two years since he'd last seen Harry and he was eager to have a look at the teen. Now a freed man thanks to the capture of Peter Pettigrew Sirius now had every intention of bringing Harry to live with him and Moony at number 12 Grimmauld Place in London.

He may have hated the townhouse that housed the Most Noble House of Black but it was his and Harry would need to be somewhere close to all the action not to mention someplace well warded. They were waiting in the Headmaster's Office as Harry was due to arrive within moments. 'They' ended up being Albus Dumbledore, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Mr. And Mrs. Weasely and family, Hermione Granger and several miscellaneous Order Members including Sirius's hated enemy, Severus Snape.

Dumbledore glanced at his watch. "Any moment now, if you will all move from the center of the room please."

Not two minutes later a tall, tanned dark-haired young man appeared in the center of the room. Sirius felt his jaw drop open in shock. This was his Godson?! When Harry had departed, he had been a short, scrawny fourteen-year-old and this man was a tall, muscled...man! Everyone was shocked silent, staring at the man who could only be Harry Potter with those emerald eyes.

Harry glanced around the room, expressionless. "I do believe I am expected am I not?"

That was all it took Ron and Hermione both rushed forward together. "Harry!"

Unfortunately, they managed to get about two feet away from Harry before they ran smack into a ward and bounced off, falling painfully on the ground.

"I wouldn't recommend approaching me quite like that; I always have wards up for security I'm sure you'll understand. I would have warned you but I wasn't quite expecting to be mobbed so quickly." Harry explained, looking faintly amused.

Remus gazed at the young man as if he was trying to figure him out.

"You've...changed."

Harry looked cold for a moment. "What were you expecting? I was trained at Nightingale for two years, there's no way I'd come out of that place the same boy you all knew."

Dumbledore looked old and tired. "It was for the best."

"I'm sure it was you can't fight a war without a weapon now could you?" Harry said positively frigid.

Mr. Weasley stepped forward. "That's not how it is, Harry."

Harry snorted. "Please don't insult my intelligence, I was instructed in Combat Tactics by the best Aurors in the World I know what I'm talking about. It wasn't your desire that I return it was that the Wizarding World demanded their Savior. If Nightingale has taught me anything, it is that few things or actions are without a price."

"Harry-" Hermione began.

"Save it, I haven't the time to listen to whatever propaganda you've come to believe about the war and my place in it. I've haven't spent the last two years being molded to be the ultimate weapon just to come back and listen to this drivel. If I'm back to risk my neck for the sake of a world full of cowards who can't even say a name, then I want statistics and the latest intelligence on Voldemort." Harry said cutting her off.

Dumbledore sighed, how had he changed so much? "There is an Order Meeting tonight, and I'll explain everything then."

Harry looked like he was going to argue for a moment but frowned instead and nodded. "I can wait I suppose." Harry glanced over to the window. "Just what time is it here?"

Ron glanced at his wristwatch. "12:10 in the afternoon."

Sirius smiled. "You'll be staying with me and Moony at Grimmauld Place."

Harry stared at him for a long moment before nodding.

"Sounds good, why don't we head over now? I've got to sort through my things and then I'm off to Diagon Alley." Harry suggested.

The adults all blinked. "Why do you need to go to Diagon Alley?"

"I have an appointment with Mr. Ollivander."

Dumbledore frowned. "Why are you meeting with Mr. Ollivander?"

"I can't tell you that, it's a Nightingale secret. Headmaster Durant would have my head on a pike if I spoke about it to anyone. Not that it's any matter of yours, Diagon Alley is the safest place in Great Britain as I recall. Unless Voldemort or you have found a way to circumvent an Anima corona promitto, I doubt that there's any objection you could voice to what business I conduct within the boundaries of Diagon, Knockturn and Leisure Alleys." Harry said simply.

Snape sneered. "Have you forgotten who exactly the adults are here, Mr. Potter? Not everyone will cater to your every whim."

"I'm not asking anyone to cater to my whims I am demanding what is within my rights, Professor. You may not be among the mass of people that believe I am their only hope of surviving this War but the vast majority of the Wizarding World believes that I am the only one who can save them. They are not the ones gambling with their life and I have no obligation to save anyone, especially a world of fickle backstabbers. I may have been Sorted in Gryffindor but that hardly means that my first choice is to rush out and martyr myself." Harry spat.

Snape flushed before baring his teeth, ready to snap back at Harry. Dumbledore however intervened.

"Mr. Potter is correct, he is not a child and will have as much privacy as is prudent. We will not ask what you do or purchase within the Triad Alleys but at the least, you should inform an Order member of when you are planning on departing and returning from the Triad Alleys." Dumbledore said diplomatically.

Harry nodded. "That's fine. Now, shall we get going? I must arrive promptly for my appointment with Mr. Ollivander."

Harrison's POV

Ollivander's shop had not changed in the last six years. It still had wand boxes everywhere and the man tried to surprise him as usual. He moved into the shop and cast locking and privacy charms.

It was only a moment later that Ollivander appeared. The old man gave him a warm smile as he greeted, "Mr. Potter it has been a long time since you've graced my shop. Headmaster Durant mentioned that your wand no longer worked for you since last September."

Harrison returned the smile as he replied, "Unfortunately as soon as I began creating new magical circles it stopped working for me. It's as if every time I pick it up my hand is being burned. My master's in technomagic he said when I got the chance I should have a custom wand be made for me."

"It sounds like your core and magic itself have changed in your time away. It means nothing about your old wand will be useable now. Your master has been good to you then. Very few would have suggested such a thing nowadays," praised the man, "Let's go in the back so that you can get a new wand."

With that, he followed Ollivander into the back. Olivevander said drawing the boy's attention, "Okay Mr. Potter we are going to start with you running your hands over the wood. Pick up any that call to you. Focus on how your magic feels."

Focusing on his magic a talent that had come naturally to him he ran his hand over the woods laid out before him. At first, he felt nothing with the woods but near the end, a grey wood pulled at his magic and he picked it up.

"Ashwood. It clings to its one true master and ought not to be passed on or gifted from the original owner because it will lose power and skill. You will have a very loyal wand with this one Mr. Potter. Now we will do the same with the cores. Focus your magic."

He was led to another table with cores from magical creatures on it. Closing his eyes he focused on his magic and trailed his hand above the cores. He waited for any reaction from his magic.

Then came a pull at his magic and he picked up the core. It was a feather but not a phoenix feather as he had seen in books. Instead of being red and gold, it was golden but if he turned it to the side it looked almost white.

Olivevander said with an appreciative tone, "That Mr. Potter is a Thunderbird feather. A young magizoologist gave it to me as a gift many years ago. He said that it was gifted to him by a Thunderbird he had rescued. And he thought it would come in handy one day. powerful but difficult to master, and are good for transfiguration work. Thunderbird tail feather cores have been known to fire curses pre-emptively when supernatural dangers are present."

Olivevander broke through his thoughts when he ordered, "Out with you three. I need to make your wand. Be back at five to test it."

Great while he was waiting he could get new books at Flourish and Botts. He paused for a moment looking at his attire scratch that. He needed new clothes before anything else. The mark on his wrist needed to stay covered. Even his professors at Nightingale weren't sure what exactly it meant. So for protection when it appeared two weeks before his birthday after he arrived he was told to keep it covered.

The band was an orange and black color that almost looked like flames. When he was in training flames would flare along with his temper. They considered the possibility that he was an elemental but the last confirmed elemental died with Salazar Slytherin.

It was all but confirmed the longer he spent in Nightingale. As a member of the House of Lupus the Hufflepuffs of the school, he was under the supervision of Matthew Keller. Matthew Keller the Deputy Headmaster and his master in technomagic took over most of his teachings. A little known fact about the man was that he was at least a gold level adept in all the basics of light and neutral magics. Keller had mastery level knowledge in Battle Magics, Technomagic, Mind Magic, Warding, Cursebreaking, Arithimacy, Runes, and Alchemy.

Due to this Harrison's schedule had him mostly in the man's office or training rooms. In three months he had gained and mastered his animagus form, fixed his issues with potions, and began Occlumency training. In six he had mastered Occlumency.

While he could have learned only from Keller in Battle Magics that path would not have allowed him to master it. So he actually went to class with his fellow year mates. Where he met XIII Hunter who was his sworn blood brother.

What most wizards didnt consider when they asked for Battle Mages was that if you want one you will need places for two more at a minimum. Battle Mages are grouped into groups of three or more. As such battle magic students were grouped into three or more.

Harrison, XIII, and Kavar became the Black Hawks battle mage group. The original Black Hawks never won a single battle. They were later disbanded because of this. When Harrison took over he was laughed at for he was an outsider. As a student who was accepted after the age of 11, he was looked down upon. It didnt help that he was chosen by the House of Lupus who when he first joined he was the weakest of the four houses.

By the right of challenge, Harrison had changed the views on the House of Lupus. He defeated the King of Nightingale who had been a member of the House of Leo. They were essentially the same as Gryffindors in Hogwarts. To his horror, they were little more than bullies. Something that changed in the last year.

Shaking his head he moved towards Leisure Alley. There was a robe shop that would be best for him to buy his new wardrobe. It was unlikely that he would get in an argument with the Dark Lord's Death Eaters. Then again he was Harry Potter and they might push their luck.