Disclaimer: Harry Potter is Property of J.K. Rowling, and publishers and movie studios, not me etc, references to pop culture yeah that too also not mine. Power Rangers and all that Saban stuff from the 90s also not mine its Saban stuff, I should add Tokatsu for good meassures i think are part of their respective copyrigth holders

Honest I wanted to have a different POV thing and try to define most of our main players in this crazy adventure, I think we ll be back to Tokatsu/ Sentai/ Kamen Rider/Mecha shenanigans soon. once again this is done mostly for me if I'm honest, but if you enjoy it I'm glad. thanks for the feedback to my reviewers.

Ch2 Aftermaths , Thoughts and Plans

Well that was an aftermath muggleborns though. There on the center of an arena laid an armored hero out of the most popular TV franchises of the recent years. Harry potter once again had proven he was the stuff of legends some would say, others critically could say his workmanship could be better. But there was no denying. He had beat a Horn tail, with an armor, a shield, and what seemed no enchantments from his wand, clearly armor had to be spelled in some ways considering the abilities- namely the strength, dexterity,and jump capabilities he displayed, to add the reinforcements to his armor to manage to not only withstand the weight of a dragon. To push it back and suffer not an apparent dent.

However that paled in comparison to what he had done, he had walked through dragon fire, that was down right revolutionary… and out of legends, just a shield, the only part of his armor that could seem to have suffered damage in any way, and despite being blackened and little more than carbon, and yet it still stood in one piece He was the boy who lived, a boy whose accomplishments were spoken in whispers, and frankly not quite believed I mean burning an assassin teacher alive as a 11, or facing a basilisk with the sword of Gryffindor as a 12 year old were ridiculous feats for someone who was but a child. This time , however, they had seen it, and even though previous accomplishments seemed myths, this time he did something in front of everyone, that mere fact made people question if those myths were real. especially to those not on the magical world from beginning. Here he had proven something they weren't quite sure it could be accomplished, follow their "stupid dreams" - by pure-blood, and half blood ,and well anyone who believed in limits.- and make them happen. One Dean Thomas, supplier of literature to a Mr Harry Potter on the center of the arena holding a golden egg had a burst of inspiration seeing the feat just accomplished said out loud "Maybe I should aim for space" signifying the beginning of new imaginations and limits being explored, disregarded, broken, and surpassed.| there were no more limits.


One Severus Snape wanted to be proud of one of his students, yet his pride wouldn't allow it. Severus Snape sworn to Protect A Harry Potter as a mean to honor the memory of his one true, and only love: Lily Evans. But her disdain of her husband one Mr James Potter. Wouldn't allow it. All his mistakes, all his horrors, lead to this, he lost Lily, and god forbid if she knew half of what he had done, he would never ever see her again. Harry and his eyes were 3 things: 1 a constant reminder of what he lost. 2 constant reminder of a rival that he allowed to win by being an absolute peasant. And 3 Her eyes staring at him from the grave judging his actions once more.

And yet here we were, in the tribunes of a stadium, a brilliant student at the center holding a golden egg, he wanted to be proud under that helmet and armor, he saw creativity displayed by one Lily Evans, the skills of Lily Evans. He wanted to be proud because for the first time he saw Harry Potter as one with the memory of lily. Not just his bitter rival and enemy one Mr James Potter…yest it was for a moment that his pride refused to acknowledge what he wanted to feel. For he couldn't admit it . Admitting it would be facing himself in yet another crime. Yes Severus Snape was many things. Simple was not one of them. And there was one thing he hated more than James Potter and his memory…

Himself.


Ron Weasley was a simple man, Perhaps too simple for his own good some would say, reality was that he like most humans, most don't see past the skin deep. Ron the last male of his family, but yet not the last child of clan Weasley, he was always overshadowed, always look down. And perhaps his choice of friends didn't help: the brightest witch of a generation, and one Harry "the boy who lived" Potter. He was Jealous,he had been overshadowed for too long. And this was just the straw that broke a Camels back.

He couldn't back down, if he did he would admit to himself once again that he was weaker , or worse a lesser man and yet, Staring at the Abyss now, the trial his so called best friend, just had bested, made him Melancholic, he knew no other wizard or witch harry age would have done what he did. And most if not all would be dead already, and a grave would be fresh probably with not even a body.

No, someone tried to murder his best friend, and what he had done? stay in the sidelines, do nothing, be jealous. Had the tables reversed he reflected, and knew in his heart Harry would have been at his side creating maybe the same thing that had saved his ass. Facing the mirror is one of the hardest trials one proverb Hermione one told him ringed true. He hoped to make up with his best friend. Because damn if he wasn't a shitty friend now. This was a kick in the pants and a wake up call to be better. And well better now than not having a best friend tomorrow.

It was also time to act, being a sidekick doesn't mean you aren't a hero, or cant be a protagonist,maybe it was also time to do his part in the legend that was about to unfold.

But first off he needed to make peace with his brother in all but blood. For he now had something he lacked.

Determination


Draco stood for Dragon, it was a name to be worn with pride, when his father told him Potter would be facing a dragon he was delighted, he expected to have front rows seats to his final demise.

"Oh Bugger" was what he got, there he was at the center of stage basking in glory that he didn't deserve, a mere half blood, but there it was a half blood who did the impossible once more, a Basilisk, Dementors, teachers, and now a Dragon. A Hungarian horn-tail, one of the most dangerous dragons in the history of tournaments, a dragon specifically requested in hopes that potter would face him- courtesy of his father of course.

Oh all had gone wrong, a Hero wearing an Armor stood, A hero had bested a dragon, A hero who WALKED THROUGH DRAGON FIRE.

The Horror was all that registered on his mind now . Potter had bested a dragon. He had bested his name sake. A part of him was afraid, however there was one of thought that made him horrified above all.

The impure blooded heir was , not only a worthy and terrifying opponent, but if he came to blows, this knight could probably end him,with. a. bloody. Shield.|

he was unhappy. Hell it was an understatement. But he also had one emotion.

Fear.


Hermione Granger was proud of her title, the smartest witch of a generation. And she had the marks to prove it. She had seen harry work away in his workshop to an idea that simply proven her wrong, her books said as much, she had tried to make him see the errors of his ways only to see he was more and more closed to her. It made her sad but she wanted to see him survive, there was only one way her books said so.

Boy did it hurt to be wrong. Hermione Stood on her seat afraid for her first friend and yet also ashamed she couldn't save him from himself, because if she had listened to her he would probably at at best be unharmed, at worst out of school for a year…but staring at her, was something that books didn't teach in fact something that defied all she had learned through the years.

Harry stood at center of the arena wearing a suit of armor that was strange the bug like yellow eyes, an armor with what seemed leather , she didn't know about heroes-after all TV rots the mind, and comic books were dumb-But she knew enough from her muggle days, and her summers at home about kids liking heroes in spandex and helmets-particularly a green one- what harry had looked original and only mildly inspired. But that was not what bothered her.

He had proved her words wrong , her ideology, that book had all the answers, here he was doing the impossible, shields that allowed him to walk through dragon fire, armor that allowed him to uppercut a dragon. A DRAGON. Her mind was having trouble reconciling what was happening he had done what many consider the impossible, and worse off something that would go down in history. Part of her was Jealous, one of her goals was develop something that would get her remembered, make a mark on the world. The other was fear, she had belittled his dreams, she had belittled and not appreciated the ideas that now were the awe of the magical world. He had single handily proved that, even if she was the brightest witch she still lacked something, and that terrified her because she was afraid of the rift she had caused. She now was scared, he had created something that would by all means take away her tittle of brightest student of the generation, she had driven him away by assuming she knew best. All this could take away everything that made her "her" now.

What was she gonna do now? she thought bitterly, she remembered all her friends she drove away by being bossy, all the friends she couldn't make by being different. She smiled bitterly at the memory…..academics as her one true sanctuary books and knowledge. She felt her heart Pain she had driven away her first friend, she hoped against hope she could fix everything because if she didn't if she could...or even want to go back to who she was, but there was other issue what was she without her title, who was her in this friendship without being the smartest, what was her without being the smartest witch of a generation… the fear and doubts paralyzed as she tried to take in everything around her but it simply left her

Conflicted


Bartemius Crouch Jr, was unhappy, he had seen his masters prey ignore him, he had a wonderful plan guide him to use a broom, and stop him from that stupid idea of the armor. Instead he had made a shield , and an armor.

Sure, it was nothing compared to his master but he had punched a dragon, and walked through dragon fire, he knew, that Potter was a threat, he had taught him after all. However, this changed the game, he could face a dragon with no magic, their brilliant plan to lure potter to revive his glorious master had done the opposite, instead of weakening him it had made him stronger more powerful, and a formidable opponent even if not at the level of his master.

Plans would need to be tweaked. Maybe steal the armor, but in the end he knew something, his master was to pure to use a toy a mere half blood did. So maybe he wouldn't do that. But he needed to tweak plans now.

If he could face a dragon, he could take on his lord bodyguard while his lord was at his weakest.

He began to furiously think of how to report this. But he knew his master would know anyway, this accomplishment wouldn't be kept quiet. And worse it had made his masters Killer a lot stronger and determined It made him feel one thing he hadn't felt since Azkaban.

Dread


Albus Dumbledore was a man of experience, a defeater of Grindewald, alive for more than hundred years the wielder of the Elder Wand, the death stick, a weapon of legends could rarely be surprised.

He was, and impressed. He knew of the armor, he knew of dragons, he after all co authored, the use of 12 drops of dragon blood, and he knew first hand dragon blood was REALLY HARD to come by, or make a dragon bleed it.

Here Harry had done something just as impressive, a shield to withstand dragon fire, and an armor that could punch a dragon, he smiled inwardly, Harry had once again rose to the occasion, perhaps even more so than anyone including himself expected, yet a small voice in his mind remained afraid, as while he now saw some of the best attributes of his mother, and father, he also saw some of his, the bravado, and knowledge.

No that small voice reminded him of Tom Riddle, the man he saw as a brilliant student, with a goal. Harry now seemed to have a Goal, and to an extent that terrified him, men like himself and by extension Voldemort...and Gelllert just needed a goal before they fell to the darkness. He was afraid of young harry making his mistakes, making the mistakes others did before him. He was afraid too, but as young Harry he basked in glory but his posture was humble and proud of himself a far cry of what he looked at beginning of the task the visage of a Hero. The war was coming, yes, there was no stopping it… but now, he smiled Harry was different, he told himself,he wouldn't be the monster Albus Dumbledore almost became. He had messed with this child past enough and maybe he would again in the future, but for once he saw the man he hoped young harry would become would be and was glad that his plan had worked.

Also hoped that once his machinations were discovered that he hadn't involuntarily doomed the world with good intentions. So he stayed there pondering hoping that he hadn't created a monster.
He allowed himself to smile at the hero of the wizarding world and vowed to continue watching over his ward. He had only one thing holding together his plans at that current moment

Hope


The champions in the tents had different reactions upon hearing the feat of one Mr Harry Potter.

Cedric smiled on hearing what had happened "that kid is gonna be the end of many legends" he said smiling to his parents who remembered the boy who lived, a legend that let them live in peace and that made them grateful to them, their son hoped to one day return the favor to be even with the man who saved him from being the embarrassment of the champions.

Fleur Delacour, was conflicted to say the least, sure she didn't perform as she expected but what annoyed her, was that she was outperformed by a boy, someone who was younger did the impossible and she….she couldn't, even touch what he did, an air of determination hit her, this place was a bit of a retrograde dump, and couldn't allow them to show her up she was a star , and wouldn't let anyone, not a Quiditch star, not the head boy of Hogwarts of a little boy. It was her time and she was gonna prove she was the best.

Krum smiled, a worthy opponent, he had heard of the Boy who lived of course, but he also heard the legend of the youngest Seeker of a century, he was more than what he expected, he was younger, a man also cursed with fame, and with excellent reflex and abilities, he couldn't wait to see what he could bring because, any opponent capable of what he did was worth his attention, he hoped to speak with him soon, after all why make it so they were unknown rivals, nah that wasn't his style, and besides any worthy opponent deserved at least to shake his opponent hand for once.


He walked to the tent were madam Pomfrey looked at his outfit, "take that off please" harry took his helmet off at last. He then followed by activating his "take off spell, everything disappeared to his belt, that he kept on, just in case, it was his it was time to keep his survival suit with him at all time at least. Madam Pomfrey looked a bit impressed and proceeded to look after him. After madam Pomfrey checked he only had a couple bruises mostly where he punched the dragon and where his legs had landed. He briefly pondered, step 1 was not done, but this proved that, step 2 was just as necessary as step 1 he needed something to even odds in size difference, he wanted a giant robot. But everything about him made him want to make planes that transformed in robots, or a bunch of vehicles becoming a robot. Maybe bunch of vehicles to become, a giant robots that would then become a bigger giant robot…..he always liked the f14 maybe he could find something that could work with him, this was the challenge if they threw a dragon at him on the first task god knows what they would throw next. For all he knew next task they would throw him at a kraken, or "Nessie" his armor was fine, but he needed to make more versions, he repeated to himself the mantra he had for the part couple weeks.

Lets survive.

He was distracted by his Rieverie by the entrance of a red head, Ron Weasley appeared, he was tempted to glare but the look of nausea Ron had stopped him dead, he didn't know what it looked like to the stands, but maybe it was scarier than he would think "harry, I….m sorry for not believing ya mate" Harry looked at the eyes of Ron and saw something sincere something new is as if something woke up with him risking his life " took ya long enough" harry said small bitterness on his voice, Ron looked afraid scared that he was gonna lose his best friend only to see a hand reach to him "don't fucking do that again" harry said with a smile "hey I know when I bugger up don't I?" Ron answered. Harry Smiled, he would hold him to that he thought to himself, then Ron smiled, and took his hand but as he took his hand he made the handshake into a hug "I'm sorry , I buggered up everything and I just, I m sorry..." Harry was very surprised by this act but he smiled inwardly, the past 2 weeks he had been fairly alone, and if something out of this god forsaken tournament meant his best friend would be by his side this time , for good hopefully it was a net gain.

Madame Pomfrey came back "I don't know how you managed but you have a 100% bill of health everyone else had at least an injury." he smiled "lady luck is sometimes by my side" he said to himself. "we should go see your scores" as he left the tent he saw the judges give his scores an 8 from Maxime, a 9 from Dumbledore, a 8 from Crouch, a 10 from Bagman("but my shield" "harry don't complain") a 4 from Karakov ("you lousy biased scumbag you gave Krum a 10") he was there but yet Hermione didn't show up and that bothered him. He wasn't sure what to think but assumed with Ron at the very least he could have support, hell for all he knew he would get support from other houses, or perhaps from others his horizons were too narrow now, maybe it was just time to expand them, but for now that didn't matter at all he would survive, that was the end game, however with everything thrown at him, on this the first task he knew that despite what happened today, the next time he needed to be more prepared and ready, and that probably meant, he would need even more metal, and probably a bigger workshop.

"The twins are probably making you a party now" Ron said absent minded at the lost mind of his best friend as if snapped Harry looked at Ron, and then at his stomach, he had tried not to eat afraid of losing his food, food company after the harrowing few weeks…. Yeah he deserved it and smiling taking his egg on his shoulder while keeping the henshin belt on they walked back to common room, the parties for Cedric must have been going on and Ravenclaw, and Slytherin probably remained on sidelines, so they had a rather nice and quiet walk to common room.

As they put the password and he entered a cheer exploded he didn't expect that reaction, he wanted to resent the people who shunned him before, but he couldn't lets be honest here on his time alone thinking he realized he had a hard legend and his adventures were definitively not easily believed. He understood why someone would see him as that and why they would think that he put his name on the goblet, he didn't have to like it but understood I and smiled, it was nice to have your house backing you up, maybe to help him come up with the next plans, and what was to come, and that would come later once again he decided to just enjoy the party as someone thrust a butter beer on his hand and like Ron, followed to the food.

Many wanted him to open his egg, sure it had a clue but he was afraid of what the clue may be. He chose to open it after enough nags I mean it was worth the help of many 6th and 7th years who may help him in this stupidly hard quest. As he opened it, an inhuman screech followed the room, he was terrified, as he closed it "what the hell was that" George said, "maybe they will pit him in cruciatus curse for a while"Neville voice said "Don't be stupid Neville that's illegal" Dean said at that phrase Harry looked around and noticed Hermione wasn't there either, he hoped she was OK and remembered the screech again to him it sounded like a monster, but no monster he heard about ever, he had two possibilities, an air ground and water monster, he knew that for sure phase 2 needed to happen and he needed something that would help him even odds, in water, air or ground, what kind of vehicle would do that….regardless . It was time for phase 2.


In another part of the castle a blonde girl with her wand on her ear walked barefoot looking for some of her things, she had seen the task, and now knew the gargles took time to take her stuff she hoped that her things would be back to her, but it usually required her to find them. Rarely they would come back to her.

The task, was a thought that crossed her mind, and then to the man who impressed everyone: Harry Potter, a Man with a destiny grander than he though the boy who lived and now the knight of light she had a dreamy smile, her only complain was that his suit of armor was very dark knight accounting for all the black leather and what seemed a silver and black helmet, the silver seemed like just highlights, maybe she should talk to him, and convince him to switch to a lighter color who knows he seemed nice, and like her, a bit lonely, who knows maybe they could help each other.

In the end she just went back into her quest with a renewed smile.