The Daiven Knight

by FlamingThunder

Harry was sent to an orphanage, clueless about magic. But His life changes when he steals a sword, and when he's finally found by Dumbledore. Now, he's the fifth Daiven Knight for the White Cross Organization, Which comes with a whole new set of problems

3. Of Choices and Songs

A/N: Alright, aaah... the deal with the first chapter is that there's a couple ideas in
there I forgot to take out while I was writing it, since I changed my mind halfway.
But once I get a couple more chapters out, and the story's flowing more smoothly
I WILL go back and rewrite it.

This story is also, very obviously, a very AU story.
No Quidditch Cup
sorry

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Chapter 3

-- Of Choices, Crosses, and Songs.

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A week had passed since Harry had arrived at the Weasley's house.

And he hated it.

It was boring, all he had to do was play chess with the yougest Weasley boy, Ron, he had learned.
He learned all of their names, and their personalities, as bored as he was.

He had also learned that Ron was an amazing chess player.
He had learned this after his fourth defeat at the hands of Ron, staring down in shock at the littered chess
pieces.

Hell, he would even welcome a call from the sword, or that White Cross group then play chess with Ron again.

Ginny would talk to him occasionally, but from what he could gather, she had had a slight crush on him when she
was younger.

Disturbing, really.

He also found out most of his electronics didn't work in magical areas.
What the hell kind of bullshit was that?

He had, however, figured out how to wire the devices to feed off of magic, so that was something.

Harry growled in frustration. He liked the family, surprisingly enough, but they seemed to.... open...
That got you killed on the streets.

Harry polished his Colt Couble Eagle one last time, reloaded the bullets into it, and walked down the steps.
He was halfway down when he realized he forgot his clay targets. Cursing, he ran back up and retrieved them.

He didn't notice The Weasley twins following him.

'Why the hell didn't I think of this earlier,' he thought to himself dispassionately. Heading outside, he saw
some gnomes running around. Kicking one trying to bite his ankles, he threw the target up in the air as high as he could.

Taking aim, he pulled back the hammer, and fired.

A resounding Bang! filled the area.

Smirking in satisfaction, Harry grabbed five more clay targets, and threw them up into the air.

The loud gunshots filled the area once more.

This was the sight Hermione came upon as she looked out the window, having just flooed there.

"Mrs. Weasley?" She called out uncertainly, "Yes, dear?" Mrs. Weasley beamed, not looking at all like
she was trying to find the source of the banging.

Hermione gave an uncertain look towards the boy in the garden before answering, "There's a strange boy in the
garden firing a gun."

Mrs. Weasley turned around and gasped as she saw Harry beginning to take out a M16.
Thoughs she didn't know precisely what it was, or the name, she knew in general that it wasn't something you
let a fourteen year old boy handle.

Rushing out to the garden, screaming bloody murder the entire time, the Weasley boys, and girl, followed.

They rushed over to the sight over Harry pointing the M16 at them.

They tensed, he lowered the gun, they relaxed.

"Oh, it's you guys," Harry said cheerfully. "Charlie could you help me pack this thing up? Take it to my room please, thank you."
With that, he handed off all of his guns two him, and cheerfully left the garden, Charlie blinking owlishly at Harry's nonchalant behavior.

Another week passed by, this time, however, with something completely different.

The entire Weasley family bunched up around Harry's door, admittedly, Ron's door, but such details didn't matter.
The entire family had woken up early this morning, with all intents to go to Diagon Alley and get their supplies for the
upcoming school year. However, they had not expected to go so early, and so, everyone was in a rush to grab their
things.

Except for Hermione, because, being Hermione, she was ready to go.
They stood outside and listened as the strange music came from Ron's room.
Hermione covered her ears, as she wasn't a fan of thrash.
She preferred pop, real musicians like the Jonas Brothers, and Taking Back Sunday.

Harry would have had an aneurysm had he known she liked such music.

Exit light,
Enter night,
Take my hand,
off to never never land

With that, the music suddenly ended, and Harry came walking out of the room dressed and ready to go.

Looking at the people gathered before him, he said one thing, "Let's go,"

Harry looked at the bustle of the crowd beore him. People dressed in cloaks, what looked
suspiciously like a hag, and the stores around them. He snorted.

He followed the Weasley's into Gringotts. Walking up to the counter currently open, he had learned
everything about Hogwarts, from Hermione, and in the process, learned how to tune people out.

'Felicia would have my head if I ever tried that shit,' Harry noted to himself in amusement.
He had also learned about the houses, Quidditch, and the "proper way to conduct himself before various people"

Hermione had squawked with rage, along with Mrs. Weasley, when Dumbledore came to visit them and he had fondly addressed him,
as old man.

She had also figured out he was Harry Potter, and he belittled her for believing everything she read.

He liked quidditch.

With these thoughts in his mind, he walked to the Goblin, shoving past the Weasleys and Hermione.

Smirking, he said rather petulantly, "Can I visit my vault please? No, I don't have my key, I've been absent
for the past fourteen years, of course I'm not going to have my key."

The group gathered behind him gasped collectively.

The goblin favored Harry with shockingly sharp teeth. "Very well, Mr. Potter, if you would place three drops of blood into this bowl here,
everything should be in order," With a shrug, Harry did so, and the Goblin examined the results.

"Very well, Mr. Potter, here is your key, and what can I do for you today?" The goblin looked sickened at having to be
polite to a human.

Harry smiled cheerfully, "See, I need to get some money out of my vault, and so do these sad fucks behind me," The "sad fucks" behind
him bristled. Charlie fingered his wand.

The goblin motioned the Weasley's to his desk, and after a couple of seconds, told a goblin to come and take care of them.

They moved into the carts leading down to the vaults below, and Harry, noting the likeness of the system to a roller coaster
asked, "Hey, how fast does this thing go?" The goblin smiled, "Very fast Mr. Potter, one speed only,"

Harry frowned, "So, there's no way to make it go any faster?"

Ron moaned behind him.

The goblin smiled again, "On the contrary Mr. Potter..." With that, he pushed a lever up, and they proceeded to go down
a winding series of loops and turns, Harry hollering and shouting in enjoyment the entire time.

They finally came to a stop outside the Weasley's vault.

Harry stood behind them curiously, hoping to see how much money was in the vault.
However, he tried not to let the pity show up on his face at the meager amount of coins in their vault.

They got into the cart once more and Harry waited outside his vault impatiently, as the goblin opened it.

"About bloody time," he muttered, expecting his to be completely empy, he was surprised when he saw stacks of
gold in his vault. Turning around, he realized the Weasleys had already seen it, he scooped up as much as he could
and made haste to the cart.

"Alright dears," Mrs. Weasley said, after they had all, minus Harry, recovered from the ride.
"We'll go in groups. Fred, George, I don't care which one of you is which, you'll go with Charlie,
Ginny, you'll go with Bill and Percy. Harry, Ron, Hermione, you three stick together and get you lists taken care of.
We'll meet back together at the Leaky Cauldron."

With that, every one got into their respective groups, and they went their seperate ways.

"Alright," Hermione started, but was interrupted by Harry, "NO!"

Harry garnered some curious looks. Ignoring them, he continued, "WE," here, he crossed
his arms, "are going to get me a wand, because I don't have one yet."

Turning around, he left them

Ron and Hermione looked after him in confusion. Seconds later, he came back, looking sheepish.
"I need to know where to go..."

Smirking, Hermione lead the way.

They went inside Ollivanders', and watched as Harry was poked and prodded.

"Hmmm," the old man said. Harry growled, "Listen old man, if you don't stop with this crap, I will
charge you of child molestation."

Ron and Hermione gaped at him. Turning around, he said irritably, "Shut your mouths, I've had enough of
this bull crap! People poking and prodding me, people staring, bunch of assholes asking for autographs,
I'm about to kick everyone's ass out of principle!"

However, Ollivander had disappeared during his tirade, and had returned with a few wands.

"Now child, try hese wands here..."

Picking one up, and feeling very foolish, Harry gave it a wave.

Nothing happened, untill the sword strapped to his back, hidden under a notice-me-not charm,
gave out a wail and the wand exploded.

Harry blinked. "Well it's never done that before either,"

Hermione and Ron gaped at the sudden presence of the sword, while Ollivander looked positively
happy at the prospect of a difficult match.

"Where did that thing come from?!" Hermione shrieked, while Ron nodded in agreement.

Harry merely chose another wand, and watched impatiently as it was blown out of his hand again.

Suddenly becoming aware Hermone was awaiting an answer, he frowned.

"I stole it off some bugger, and now it belongs to me, and I'm a Daiven Knight apparently, now shut up and let me choose a wand,"
Hermione was not to be silenced, however.

"Daiven Knight?! Those people are only a legend! Try again!"

Harry shook his head in amusement.

However, as Ollivander was walking towards him with another set of wands, the sword gave out a hum, and he felt a strange pull to
the very back of the overcrowded store.

Walking towards the back, he felt the attraction cease. Growling in annoyance, he took out the sword.
However, he noticed something new about it. Instead of the usual two markings on the hilt of the sword, meaning, he assumed,
Heaven and Hell respectively, he saw a third one. Blinking, he didn't noticed Ollivanders' look of recognition as he surveyed the sword.

Ollivander smiled wanely, "Ah, Mr. Potter, it seems that only one wand is a match for you, and it seems, that you are very
lucky to have walked into my store," Harry couldn't have disagreed more, but he bit his toungue.

Ollivander went to the back, and pulled off a very dusty box off of a shelf. Opening it, he motioned for Harry to take it.

Harry stared at it. The sword had started humming again.
Taking a hold of it, he felt an immense power fill him. At the same time, the sword gave off an unearthly glow, Harry looked around.

Gone were the people milling around. Gone were Granger and Weasley. Gone was the store.

All he could see, was blank, empty space.

With two glowing orbs in front of him.

He blinked. 'How the hell did I miss those things?'

Harry... Potter....

Harry turned around, he saw nothing, but again the voice called out his name.

Harry Potter, you are... the one...... choose your path...

Harry growled, "What the FUCK is going on!? Show yourself! Who are you?"

The voice didn't respond for a few seconds.

I am...Chaos.....

"What the hell?! THAT DOESN'T GIVE ME ANYTHING!" Harry was almost screaming at this point.

I am the embodiment of Chaos itself.
I am the force between Heaven and Hell.
I am what you humans call, neutrality, I am... Light... yet... I am Dark....

Harry pondered this for a moment, "So basically.... what I choose now, I am restricted to?"

In a way yes... but no...

"Shit!"

Relax, mortal, you control your fate, but what you choose here,
will ultimately influence your powers.

Harry cursed again, then calmed down.

"What are some examples of each choice?" Harry asked.

Instead of getting the answer he wanted however, he was drawn into a vision. He was there, but he wasn't.

He saw two things, he saw the Nazi regime, he saw the wars, he saw rapists, he saw horrific things. He wanted to puke.
At the same time, he saw children laughing, families enjoying their lives without a care in there world.
It made him want to cry.

He stared at the two images, suddenly devoid of all emotion.

Except for a sense of longing towards each to images.

To rule... or to protect......
What is your choice? Tribuo.....Unus....

'Divided One...' Harry thought to himself, unsure of how he understood the language.

The visions stopped. He saw himself this time, in a mirror.

He gazed curiously upon it, but found himself morphing.
The left half turned demonic, while the side on his right turned into a rather angelic version of himself.

The Demonic version of himself grinned, drew the sword, gave it a couple of slashes, and
sheathed it. The Angelic version of himself did the same, albeit grinning in a more calming manner.

Harry was torn. The voice revealed itself again.

You have your options, Harry Potter, you have seen yourself as ruler, and you have seen yourself as protector.
Now CHOOSE

Harry choked, he stared longingly at the mirror, fighting himself.
'You know you want to...' a small voice in his head said.
'You know what's right...' another small voice in his head chimed in.

Shaking his head to clear it. Harry turned to the orbs that were still floating there.

Choose... now...

Harry felt something puling him, he was being ripped apart...

Suddenly, he knew what to do.

"Spirit," he called out, "I choose neither Heaven nor Hell,"
He smirked, "I choose my own fate, I am the captain of my destiny, ruler of my soul,"

The orbs grew brighter.

"I choose Chaos," Harry called out. A power filled him, a power that felt familiar, as if it was missing all these years.
It filled him, and it settled within him, and Harry, suddenly saw the history of the White Cross flashing before his eyes,
From the times of Merlin, to now, he saw it all. He also saw the depths of Magic itself.

He saw it throughout the universe, how it evolved, long lost incantations suddenly filled his mind.
Lost Magics were suddenly open to him.

Light, Dark, it didn't matter, the power was his, his to use as he wished.

Suddenly, everything stopped.

So... Divided you were... divided you will stay...
You are... truly worthy of this sword... Harry Potter...

Be warned... the path you have chosen is not an easy one
You have the powers of both sides, and you will be hunted by both sides...
With the exception of the White Cross, your friends, and the Cados.
you will either kill.... or be killed....

Harry smirked, "So just another group of people to slash down? You're making this too easy-"

ENOUGH!!! Your insolence is amusing, I hope ou do not come to regret it, but nevertheless,
you will need help from both sides if you wish to survive being put into the very depths of hell

Flames roared around Harry, and he took a step back.

I will tell you this.... Harry Potter
You will need the White Cross for help
You will need the Cados for help
You will need your friends for help,
but the lesson here,
is you will not make it alone.

The sword in your hand is a powerful one... it can destroy structures, it can take lives with a single slash,
it can summon up the very demons of hell to do your bidding, it can be a shield, it can heal lives with a single slash,
it can summon the very hand of God, to deliver judgement among those unworthy to walk this Earth.

But it cannot raise the dead, and it is not infallible.
You have the sword,
you also have the wand.

The wand itself, is merely a condutor for your combined energies, as normal wands cannot channel the power of Heaven, nor Hell,
let alone both.

Now, Harry Potter, it is time for the Oath

Harry, having remained silent through all of this as the information was flooded into his head,
but still confused, nodded.

Suddenly, a great light surrounded the sword. Rising from his grasp, the voice spoke out again.

Do you, Harry James Potter,
Resolve to do as you are told to by this sword

He nodded

Do you, Harry James Potter,
Resolve to live, and die by the Old Laws,
Resolve to do by the Old Laws
Do you accept the responsibilty of this sword
Do you accept all of the trials and tribulations that come with it
And are you prepared,
If you do not follow the terms of your agreement,
To be sent to the deepest and darkest depths of Hell?

Harry, not sure what he was getting into, nodded

The sword, aimed down at him, dove, and struck him.

Harry fell to knees.
Gasping, he tried to pull himself up, but found that he couldn't even move.

So mote it be
So mote it BE

With a flash, Harry was filled with the further knowledge of the Old Laws,
and was sent back to Ollivanders.

Harry blinked, he blinked again and looked around.

Everything was the same as he had left it, he was holding the wand, the sword was humming softly, and Ollivander was staring at him,
As if he knew what happened.

Harry blinked, and in a daze, paid for his purchase, and left.

They went through their day, with Hermione badgering Harry, because he was apparently glowing once he touched the wand.
Ron, accepted what happened, and asked about the Daiven Knights.

Hermione huffed, "Honestly Ron, it's a legend, an old one."
Ron frowned, "but who exactly are they?"
Harry took his turn, "They are a part of an organization, known as the White Cross."
Ron nodded, paying more attention then he most likely ever did in class.

Harry closed his eyes, and they walked along for a few more seconds.
They reached Florean Fortescue again and he sat down. Ron and Hermione followed suit.

Harry opened his eyes and took a moment to get used to the way he percievd things now.
His eyes were sharper, he could hear better, and he could... sense things better.
He couldn't explain it, he just knew that he could sense the innate magic inside of everything around him.

He cleared his throat.

"The White Cross organization," he began slowly, "is an organization devoted to hunting down, and destroying, demons
who come into our plane." Ron focused even more, Hermione also looked up in interest.

"But I've never read-" she began, but Harry interrupted her. "Of course you haven't," he said dismissiively,
"they're not a well known organization, aside from the legends and stories, no one really knows anything about them."

Hermione looked miffed at being cut off, but accepted it. Ron frowned, "What's with the stuff about planes though?" he asked.

Harry answered, "Demons, don't just exist in one plane, they exist in many others, Hell, being one of them, and being the main
home of them, but, back to the White Cross."

Ron looked like he was going to interrupt, but he refrained from doing so.

"The White Cross has a select number of people as Daiven Knights, people who are responsible for the removal of these demons.
There is, usually, only four Knights active at a time, but never less than two. There were rumors of a fifth sword, as each sword
has a specific element tied to it, existing. One of these Knights, stumbled across me, four weeks ago..."

Here, he explained everything that had happened,four weeks preivous.

Well, not everything, she still wanted to know where he was and why he wasn't at Hogwarts.
Amaris' death wasn't a subject he was going to touch on either.

With that, they made their way towards the various places they had to go.

They went to a few extra shops as well, Quidditch Shop for Ron and Harry,
Quality Book Supplies for Hermione and Harry.

Ron didn't purchase anything at the Quidditch shop, but he did gaze longingly at the Firebolt still in the window.

Harry however, managed to purchase a broom, and a snitch.
At the bookstore, Hermione got some extra books for some "light" reading,
Harry, however, got books on offensive and defensive spells, occlumeny, legimency,
and various other subjects.

They also went and got Harry an owl.
He named her Hedwig.

He had also found out about himself and the things that had been made up about him.

It was with a weary walk, that they sat down at the Leaky Cauldron a few hours later.

The Weasley family, minus Ron, glanced at the sword on Harry's back, and they started a chat about school and other things.

Harry groaned as he felt the tug of the sword.

'Dammit,' he thought to himself, 'not again.'

Excusing himself, he went outside to Knocturn Alley.
Noting the general darkness of the place, he cautiously entered.

The Weasley family followed.

He walked a few paces, noted the snogging couple, and turned around, unsheathing his sword, humming growing ever more persistant,
and held it to Charlie's neck.

His eyes glinted dangerously. "What the hell are you guys doing here?" Harry growled.

Charlie swallowed, and managed an answer. "I could say the same for you, Potter," he answered coolly, not betraying how
unsure he felt, with a sword at his Adam's Apple.

"This is very dangerous, and I don't need to babysit anyone," Harry hissed. Molly was just about to speak when Harry shushed her.

Glancing around, he turned around and dove forward unexpectedly, cursing his stupidity at not noticing the werewolf about to kill
the woman.

He quickly slashed the sword at the werewolf, causing it to growl and retreat. Having caught sight of the sword, the werewolf growled once more, and dove for Harry's jugular.

Harry ducked under the werewolf, and quickly unleashed a wave of pure, undiluted magic towards the werewolf. However, this was for nought,
as the werewolf quickly jumped to the rooftops and vanished.

Cursing, he ran to look after the woman.

He blinked.

"Felicia?" He said uncertainly.
The Weasleys watched on, unable to take in what had just transpired.

Felicia groaned and sat up. Noticing Harry, she glared at him.

"What the HELL was that Potter!?" she said, as she tried to slap him. Harry grabbed her wrist and tried to calm her down.

The Weasleys watched on in disbelief.

Harry had managed to calm Felicia down, but had to agree to text her every now and then, and to visit from whatever school he was about to attend.

She had also revealed that her parents had been magical, so she knew somewhat about the magical community.

Harry apparated, as he learned it was called, to the Weasley's house, and collapsed on the kitchen chair.

The Weasley family came from the fireplace a few minutes later.

Bill narrowed his eyes at Harry. "Just what the hell was going on there," he finally settled on.

Harry groaned. "That," he said, adopting a voice one would use on the mentally handicapped, "was a werewolf." He paused, and continued.
"Werewolf try to kill Harry and Harry's friend. Harry try to kill werewolf." He paused once more, and continued with the voice.
"Harry need alcohol."

Bill gaped, along with the others. Harry got up and went to the liquor cabinet, otherwise known as apparating up to his room and grabbing

a Sam Adams.

Percy finally managed to find something to say, as Harry had been such an enigma, that he didn't know how to handle it.

"Potter," he drew himself up, "you realize the ministry will have to be informed about this? A muggle? Aware of our world?
A werewolf roaming around? Unauthorized use of magic? You have a lot of things to explain."

Harry threw Percy a dirty look. "Look Weatherby-" Ron, along with Ginny and the twins, snickered, "The ministry are a bunch of dundering
old fools, and the thing about magic is, it can only be tracked if used by a wand. Which explains how I've been able to get away with using magic for the past four weeks."

Percy looked as if Christmas had been canceled.

Harry downed the rest of his liquor, and left with a pop! to Ron's room.

Break --_-_-_-_-_-

So, the month that was left passed by without incident, with the music still blaring, Percy throwing Harry dirty looks, Hermione asking questions
about the White Cross, and Harry disappearing at odd times, cursing before he left.

The only ones who even knew what Harry was getting up to were Ron and Hermione.
They still couldn't believe it.

They did let Harry know though, if they needed any help, he could count on them.

Harry, though he didn't show it, was touched, and merely sent them off by telling them to go snog.

Finally, the day arrived for the Hogwarts Express, and Harry left the house with a slightly forlorn expression.

Break

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in the compartment, with Harry having bought the lot off the candy cart.
They were joined by a boy who introduced himself as Neville Longbottom, and Harry surveyed him with curiousity.

Recalling the information from his time in the Void, as he had come to call it, he remembered what he knew about Neville's parents.

He could also sense the locked power hidden deep inside his body.

He resolved to draw it out as soon as he could.

He also knew, that Voldemort, while he may be gone, was not dead.
Indeed, the scar from those many nights ago also served as a slight sensor for him.

What conused him was the fact that there seemed to be seven pieces of Voldemort across Britain.

Frowning, he resolved to ask the old man about it when the compartment door opened.

He looked up, while the others in the compartment seemed to sigh in resignation. The person who had interrupted
his musing was a blonde boy, accompanied by two cronies, who looked like if they were put together, they would barely be able
to cast a Levitation Charm.

Ron snarled at the boy, "What do you want Malfoy?" Hermione grabbed his shoulder. Ron ignored it.

The boy, Malfoy, smirked. Harry was unimpressed.

'He calls that a smirk?' he thought dispassionately.
'...he needs some lessons,'

Then Malfoy started talking. "Well, Weasel, Mudblood, Pudgey, I just wanted you to know, the Dark Lord's time is almost here.
He'll do away with all of you filth... he might just keep the little Weasellette, though."

Harry stood up. "Run that by me again?" Harry's eyes glinted.

Malfoy smirked, "Oooh what do we have here? A little unsorted transfer student? You should watch yourself, hanging around with
the wrong crown can cause..... problems."

Harry smiled coldly. "I believe, Malfay, that is a very true statement. After all, looking at your cronies here, that must be the effect of hanging around you so much."

Malfoy turned red. "How dare you? My father is-" "Don't run to your father Malfay, if you're gonna do something, do it!" Harry smirked.

The adrenaline was getting him going. Oh, how he longed to see these three smeared across the floor.
He needed to fight, he needed a thrill.

Malfay growled, "Crabbe, Goyle, get him!"

The two cronies moved forward, but with the speed of someone who was obviously used to fighting people larger then them, Harry took them out.

Crabbe made the first punch, Harry ducked under it, and grabbed the extended arm. Using the heavier boy's momentum, he swung the boy from
behind him and layed him out across the floor.

Goyle, having seen this, dove forward, fist cocked.

Harry tutted. "Well, Gayle, you really need to learn how to take a different approach."

Goyle threw his punch, and Harry sidestepped the punch, with the result being that Goyle overextended himself.
Harry then threw a low kick to Goyle's stomach, and while he was gasping for breath, Harry kneed him in the face.

Goyle, holding a bloody nose, grabbed Crabbe and quickly took him from the compartment.

Malfoy, stood there, shocked.

Harry smiled coldly, walked up to him, and punched him across the face.

Malfoy fell to his knees. Harry smirked. "Malfoy, you have just made a new enemy for yourself, and know this," he paused,
"I don't take kindly to people who're my enemies." With that, he closed the door.

He turned around to a shocked compartment.

Ron was the first one to break the silence. "Harry, mate," Ron was grinning uncontrollably, "that was bloody amazing!"

Hermione shot him a dirty look. "Harry, you shouldn't have done that, Malfoy's got some powerful friends. You don't want to be on his
bad side." Neville nodded in agreement.

Harry snorted. "I've met people just like him, they're all talk." He shrugged. "Trust me he won't do anything."
Hermione remained silent.

They soon started up the conversation again, and talked in comfortableness throughout the ride to Hogwarts.

Harry had recieved a shock when he saw the Threstals, but realized that it made sense, havinghad experience with Amaris.
They rode up to the school, where Harry was intercepted by McGonagall, who told him to stay with the first years.

Hermione and Ron hesitated, but he flashed them a quick smile.

As Harry stood with the first years, he couldn't help but wonder how he found himself becoming so familiar with people.

'I guess its because it's no longer a situation where you gotta look out for yourself,' he sumrised in his head.

They were soon called out into the Great Hall.

Dumbledore proceeded to bring out the sorting hat.
Harry was unimpressed.
No, scratch that.
He was REALLY unimpressed.

The hat ripped open and burst into song.

In a time where the Founders lived
Magic itself knew no bounds
Time went by then came the houses
Derived from each four founders
Gryffindor,
the home of the brave, the bold
Slytherin,
For the cunning, the ambitous
Ravenclaw,
For the intelligent ones, the curious
And Hufflepuff
Where loyalty, and honor
reigns true
Now, Interhouse Unity, forever lost
Magic itself, with ink some is blotted
Now Dark times are upon us
The Interhouse Unity something we shall sorely miss
For with out the Divided One's help, we will be destroyed by the abyss
But I am just a mere sorting hat
Why take my word, take my heed?
The matter of the fact,
I'm just an old sorting hat

The hat silenced.

Applause rung out, amidst hushed whispering about the hats' song.

Harry felt a chill crawl up his back.
'How does it know?' he thought, staring at the hat

McGonagall started reading through the list, and Harry, sensing that this was going to take a long time,
broke out his MP3.

Harry had his eyes closed when he realized he was one of the only ones left. Turning off his music, he watche the other first years, pass.

and finally...

"Harry Potter!"

He smirked and strolled up to the hat. It was placed upon his head, and all whispering stopped.

Aaah... Mr. Potter...
Or shall I say.. Tribuos Unus?
Harry jumped slightly
Do not fear Mr. Potter, I mean no harm.
I.... see that you've already chosen your path?
'Yeah, what of it?'
Impressive.. we shall expect great things from you...
Now, to get you sorted...
'Gryffindor'
Ahh... yes... your friends are there, are they not?
Well, I guess there's no other place

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Harry took the hat off his head, and smirked as applause rang out. He was drawn however, to a mark on Snape's arm.
Examining Sanpe's arm closely as he sat down, he jumped as Dumbledore clapped his hands.

"We are here, for one more year," Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling, "to host, the Triwizard Tournament!"

Ignoring the cheers, Harry went over his information about the Tournament.

Opening his eyes, he caught Dumbledore's speech about the rules.

It was soon the end of the Welcoming Feast, and Harry was leaving, when Dumbledore called him to the Head Table.

"Ah, Harry, how are you enjoying yourself so far?" Dumbledore said merrily.
"Eh, you know," Harry said noncommitally, "it smells in here, everyone's all gossipy,
everyone else smells, I'm surrounded by a bunch of idiots, so it's kinda like the orphanage."

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled ever more.

"Harry, there is the issue of how much you know about magic, so if you would come with me to my office?"

Harry nodded.

Together, they went to Dumbledore's office.

END

Well, so... I think this chapter is better and longer then the others.
Some weirdness all around,
Things will clear up soon, I promise.
Next Chapter, we get to see the arrival of Durmstrang, Beaubaxtons, and
The White Cross makes an appearance

Tribuos Unus Means Divided One
And There will be a pairing...
Possibly....
We'll See
If there is it won't be the focus of this story

This is also not a super Harry
He's stronger, due to the sword, but he's NOT infallible
He has character flaws, and he doesn miss things

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Review?
(Please)
(It boosts my selfesteem?)