Of all the classes Harry had been assigned at Hogwarts, Broomflight was the one he'd been most excited for. While every other class was mostly new to him, he'd flown almost as long as he could remember, while his first "flight" if it could be called as such had been the trip to his sister, and hadn't ended in anything that could be regarded as a proper landing, the excitement he'd felt when Miss Ericson gave him the ticket still lingered to this day.

He loved flying, whether it meant getting his swans to carry him, turning into one of his beasts, or turning into a poisonous mist he adored the rush of the wind and the freedom that it gave him.

So when they said he'd be able to learn how to fly a broom he'd been excited, sure his form as a hawk was probably faster, and his avatar of toxic mist more manoeuvrable, but any excuse would work for him. And who knew, maybe with enough money or the right materials a craftsman could make him a broom that was up to his standards. It'd have to wait until his second year, with the ban on first-year brooms, but it'd probably be worth it.

Nodding to himself he made a mental note to look up the craft at a later date.

As Harry looked around himself, he'd been lost in thought while going to the practice field. It seemed the Slytherin's must've arrived before them, Snape's pet-student was bragging about having once flown into a helicopter or something? Either Malfoy was lying or he must've lived shockingly close to an airport for it to happen as often as it did, Harry flew everywhere all the time for years, and he'd barely ever run into anything.

It must've been a couple of minutes of them all standing there listening to Malfoy's "Tall Tales of Tyrannising Teiwaz' Territory", when the teacher finally arrived to start classes. Classes that soon proved disappointingly short, when they ended about 5 minutes in with Neville flying away on an uncontrollable broomstick. And eventually fell from the sky, and had to be taken to the hospital wing.

"look! It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him" Malfoy said, running to pick up Neville's Remembrall, which had clearly fallen out of his pockets in the chaos. And soon found themselves in Malfoy's, clearly intending to keep it.

"Give that back, Malfoy" A silence fell over the crowd as Harry spoke, a forceful tone entering his voice.

Malfoy didn't listen though, "Nah, I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." The boy looked around, suddenly flying up on his broom, "like this tree."

Which put Harry in a dilemma, on the one hand he shouldn't take his broom, they were all supposed to remain on the ground. But on the other, he couldn't allow someone to so brazenly steal his friends property and get away with it.

So Harry wouldn't, Draco was flying high, but no-where near as high as Neville had fallen from. Also Harry knew that the floor here was probably enchanted to lessen any injuries sustained in a fall.

If Neville had only broken a wrist, then Malfoy would survive a fall from his current height.

So Harry decided to experiment, When he'd ordered his new wand, it'd been an expensive creation, but it contained a little bit of everything. Hoping that in giving it such a wide variety of different divinities it might be able to work in conjunction with his authorities, and any he might gain in the future.

It had was crafted of a variety of divinities, varying from the powers of the sun and moon, to the sky, earth, nature, water and even war, had all been incarnated in one or more of his bestial familiars.

Harry had theorised this would allow him to use it as a medium through which to use his authorities, so long as their nature matched even a single familiar.

And it was time to test his hypothesis, so he focussed on his first authority, hoping that the venomous serpent in his wand would co-operate with it, He'd use a paralysing poison, rather then a deadly one.

A deep purple spell shot out of his wand, carrying the might of a god inside it, and flew straight towards the flying ponce. Who was saw Harry draw his wand, and attempted to swerve out of its way.

He failed, getting clipped in the shoulder while his broom continued on it's intended path away from the spell and into the tree. A crunching noise sounded as Malfoy's head collided with a branch and his now limp and paralysed body fell from the sky, hitting a couple of branches on the way down. And landing face-first into the mud.

It took a few seconds after realising his hypothesis correct, before Professor McGonagall arrived to take Malfoy to the hospital.

The paralytic spell had worn off in about an hour, and Malfoy was soon back in classes feeling very much humiliated at the whole "flying headfirst into a tree and knocking oneself unconscious" thing.

And he'd blamed Harry, he'd seen Harry grasp his wand in preparation for the spell, and while the spell itself might've been unseen to their classmates he'd quickly concluded Harry responsible for bruising his fragile ego.

So he'd challenged Harry to a midnight duel, hoping to get humiliate the upstart half-blood, and getting him in trouble with Filch.

But Harry was having none of it, he'd insisted that "only a coward fights their battle in the dead of night, So that I can truly show the splendour of my training". He'd also protested Malfoy's suggested rules "And what is this about no contact? Do you wish only to fight from a distance like a craven coward?"

So Draco had two choices, either accept the changed rules of the duel he'd never intended to fight in the first place, or lose face for the second time that day.

So he'd agreed, and pressured his godfather into opening up a room for a public duel.

Malfoy couldn't risk losing face again, and had spent the whole week leading up to the weekend reading up on curses and spells to teach the upstart half-blood his place in their world. He'd even sent a letter to his father asking for any curses he could use to uphold the honour of his family name. getting a short list of suggestions in return,

Harry spent the same week just running around with Hagrid, interacting with the wide variety of magical creatures, and reading books on the crafting of wands while Ron taught him a handful of spells that he'd thought might come in usefull.

Ron was excited, today was the day his best friend would duel that git Malfoy, He'd been looking forward to it all week giving Harry his admittedly limited advice on how to dodge attacks if he didn't know how to block them. And spending plenty of time with Harry and his bushy-haired friend in the library looking up spells for Harry to use. While Ron might not usually like the library, and Hermione had been quite bossy during their studies, it would all be worth it when that self-absorbed prick lost today.

A single flash of light from the greasy git's wand signalled the start of the duel,

Draco instantly flashed his wand "Impedimenta", A turquoise bolt of magic surging through the air towards Harry, who seemingly vanished into a cloud of smoke, the spell flying on through as the smoke turned back into his best friend standing there completely unaffected.

Harry soon returned spell fire, One of the spells Ron had told him about over the week in an attempt to get his friend to stop lying about with Hagrid's pets and treat this duel a little bit more seriously. He'd remembered seeing it on a documentary on his favourite quidditch team, it'd been used by supporters of the Appleby Arrows. It created arrows that they used to shoot into the air to show support for their team. It'd been banned when a stray shot hit a referee.

Draco leapt to the side, barely dodging the arrow before returning fire with yet another spell, a red bolt that went wide by a wandlength. Harry returned another arrow and at this point Ron would later admit he lost track of any specific spells and incantations.

Because not a single spell successfully hit Harry, he either sidestepped or vanished into smoke, allowing them to slip straight through him before he'd return with even more arrows, no two arrows appeared the same, some where silver others gold, and while Draco successfully dodged most of them, they just ended up hitting the back wall. Some getting stuck down to their feathers, others flying straight on through the wall into the great unknown.

And so the fight went on, Harry shooting arrows with a seeming casual ease, while Draco threw increasingly dark curses and Hexes desperately hoping to get at least a single hit on the fog-formed wizard.

Until eventually a Harry yawned, visibly bored and steeled his resolve, and with a single flick of the wrist summoned a golden arrow through Draco's leg.

"Aaaaurgh!"

A cry resounded through the hall, followed by a loud crumbling noise as the arrow surged through the leg and went on flying the wall behind Draco. Producing a crashing noise as the wall gave up any resistance to gravity. Thick bricks falling onto the floor, as Snape shouted to cancel the duel, announcing Harry's victory. Madam Pomphrey running onto the duelling an enchanted stretcher flying behind her, and left with Malfoy.

Today, Ron decided, had been a good day.

This might be the time for me to address a previous reviewer, I would have responded to them in PM but they reviewed as a guest so I couldn't, I don't know what part of my writing gave the impression that I'd killed off miss Ericson in the plane crash, so let me reiterate: "she found herself with ONE ticket to China" meant that she'd only bought the one, for Harry.

She was never on the plane, I thought I'd made it quite clear that she was willing to do anything she could to get the child-Godslayer as far away from her as possible.

Also, I hoped that my previous statement regarding my own rules and restrictions on the authorities Harry could have were clear on the subtext.

So let me elaborate: Everyone who's important in Campione, will LIVE to see canon. This includes Miss Ericson.

Upon looking into the various spells existing in the Potter Canon, I decided that the one spell that seemed most compatible with Harry's wand was the one that conjured arrows to fire at a target, seeing as his wand was made from the combined divinities of 3 separate archer-deities it'd be a really good vessel to use it through.

Given enough time Harry might learn to impart divine properties to the arrows, using the traces of the divinities it was born from to cast spells capable of wounding even gods. (poison arrows, sunfire arrows, moonlight arrows, Pan's nature domain arrows, Apollo-dragonslayer arrows), but such skills are not currently available to Harry as of yet, it'd take years of training but it's feasible.

Much like canon-wands Harry's the "Wand of the Bowman" as I'll call it (by lack of a better name, if anyone has a suggestion for what to call it I'd gladly take it) is stronger with certain spells then others, specificly spells that tie into the divinities stored in the wand are elevated to the level of the Golgotha spell words, allowing them to harm even gods. And there's a lot of domains stored in there. (Sun, Moon, Earth, Nature, Tracking, Divination, Poison, Dragonslaying steel, Healing, Sky, Sea and War just going from the top of my head).