Author's Note: Azaira is a genius that has given me a system to limit the Gamer's potential to create random skills on the fly. Each system technique, i.e Angel's Breath and Dimensional Bridge, require a certain stat requirement to acquire. In addition each subsequent skill that he asks the system for will cost 5 more points from his saved points.

So

0 for Angel's Breath

5 for Dimensional Bridge

10 for X and so on and so forth with a cap at 20

This does not affect skills that he creates himself like the wind rasengan. If he puts the time and the effort into creating it then he will not have to pay any additional skill points for it although he will still have to meet any stat requirements.

~Interlude Harry Potter~

I stalked out of the antechamber in a foul mood. Every year. EVERY SINGLE YEAR it was always something on Halloween. The day must be cursed or the maybe the universe just loves to pile more shit on me during this day. Who knows, it could either or both. My teeth ground together as I impatiently waited for one of the moving staircases to connect to the proper landing so I could get to the Gryffindor common room. As soon as I heard the Triwizard Tournament would be returning this year I just knew my name would come out of the blasted cup.

I had taken my concerns to the twinkly eyed bastard and he had just assured me that it would be perfectly safe, after all this is the safest place on Earth. I held back a snort at the ludicrous notion that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was in any way safe. If it wasn't Dark Lord possessed teachers, 60 foot long snakes that kill at a glance or soul sucking abominations it was a bloody magic cup that bound you against your will to compete in a death tournament for the amusement of others.

The stupid staircase finally moved and I stomped up it quickly before it could change again. Then there was the love hate relationship I had with the rest of the school. One minute I'm the Golden Saviour who can do no wrong and then the next minute everyone is whispering that I'm the next Dark Lord. It's infuriating and now the pendulum has swung towards the future Dark Lord again. Not one of the people in charge of the tournament had believed me when I said I hadn't put my bloody name in the stupid cup nor had anyone else in the antechamber believed me either.

Oh sure, twinkly toes had made some platitude about me not putting my name into the cup but his tone of voice sure made it sound like I was guilty as charged. The portrait of the Fat Lady was in sight and I spat out the password to her.

"Sorry, no can do." For a brief moment all I saw was red. As my vision cleared I found my wand placed firmly in my hand and vaguely pointed towards her in a threatening manner. Not wanting to be found shouting at a painting I took a deep breath and counted to ten before I spoke.

"What do you mean no can do?" Oops. Judging by her expression that came out with a bit more hiss than I meant to have it. She kept looking between me and my wand as she scooted towards the edge of the painting.

"The Gryffindor house is currently debating whether to censor or expel you for conduct unbecoming of the house. You can't enter until they're finished."

I swear I actually felt something within me snap at her words and my rage became a burning inferno that just as quickly burned itself out leaving nothing but a simmering indifference. "Listen," I said in a tone reserved for someone who plays at politics or a psychopath about to stab you with a knife 37 times in a row. "I have had a very, very long day. I'm a Gryffindor and you are blocking the way to my room. Now you either have the option of opening up or I will cheerfully burn you to cinders and piss on the ashes to put you out." I gave her my best smile which made her flinch for some reason. "So. What'll it be?"

The Fat Lady made to speak but then stopped as her head tilted to the side. "Hmph. They've made their choice anyways. I hope they kick you out you uncouth cur." The portrait swung open allowing me access to the common room.

"Bugger off you tub of lard." I muttered as I passed her by. As I entered the common room proper I saw what must be the entire house gathered around the central fireplace with Angelina Johnson standing on one of the footrests at the center of the half circle.

She was one of the first to see me and her acidic tone brought the attention of the rest of the room upon me. "Potter! How kind of you to show your face here after we've come to a decision regarding your position in Gryffindor house." I could see the spark of jealousy in the eyes of many of my housemates and I couldn't help but wonder why they would ever be jealous of me. If I could trade my fame and fortune away for a loving family I would do it all in a heartbeat yet all everyone saw was the fame.

"Mate!" Ron's voice drew my attention away from Angelina's glare to my red haired friend. He looked disgruntled and the fact that his arms were crossed over his chest didn't help the matter. "All this stuff with censoring and expelling can go away if you just admit you put your name in the goblet and tell us how you did it."

I bit back a sharp retort. 'Why doesn't he believe that I didn't do it? I faced a bloody basilisk to rescue his sister and he won't believe that I don't want to have another near death experience.'

"That would be impossible Ronald because I bloody well didn't put my name in the cup. If you can't see that I'm telling the truth then I don't know what to say." His face started to match the color of his hair at my words and I knew a Weasley famous temper tantrum was coming.

"Fine!" He shouted. "I hope you like the result of our house meeting then. Twat!"

I think I tasted blood as I bit down on my lower lip and searched the room for Hermione, while ignoring the rest of Ron's rant. I found her off to the side and as our eyes met she looked away with a small frown and a disappointed expression on her face. 'You too Hermione.' I thought as the friendship I thought we had burned and shattered to pieces before me.

"Well then." With an effort of will I focused back on Angelina who was holding a large parchment. "We, the members of Gryffindor house, find Harry Potter's actions to be below the standard at which members of our house should conduct themselves. By a majority vote we have decided to expel said Harry Potter from the house of the Brave." She unfurled the parchment and I could see the long list of names on it. "Do you have anything to say for yourself before I enact this?"

"Yes, I do." I glared at the assembled crowd. Several of them couldn't even match my glare and had to look away. So much for the house of the Brave. "When it comes out that I was an unwilling participant in this farce of a tournament I won't come back to this cesspool no matter how much you beg and plead." If they wanted to burn bridges then so would I.

She sniffed and waved her hand in a dismissive manner. "That won't happen. By a majority vote we hereby expel Harry Potter from Gryffindor. He is no longer welcome here and has no right to our house colors." The red and gold trim on my uniform disappeared and was replaced by the standard black it came in. "You have five minutes to pack your things and get out."

I gave everyone one last glare and then turned on my heels to march up the stairs to my dorm where I began throwing things into my trunk haphazardly. It didn't take as long as I thought it would and with one last glance around to see that I didn't miss anything I hit my trunk with a feather weight charm. I could hear the muttering as I descended back towards the common area with my trunk in hand and as soon as I was in view the muttering stopped. Not wanting to let them see any weakness I held my head high as I walked past them and if one or two of them made a snarky comment, well bugger them.

I made it past the Fat Lady's farewell consisting of a shouted, "And don't come back," and all the way to an empty classroom where I locked the door and threw up as many silencing charms I knew before I let it all out. I screamed at the unfairness of it all, at how my supposed friends had abandoned me and at the deadly tournament I found myself embroiled in. I screamed until all that was left was fat choking sobs and I collapsed onto my trunk as I buried my face in my hands. I sat there for who knows how long as I emotionally spent myself away from prying eyes.

"Anyone?" I begged to the world. "Anyone at all? Please, I need help." I expected my desperate plea to go unanswered especially in a soundproofed room of my own making. That was probably the reason why I nearly had a heart attack and gained 2 feet of air when, with a pop, Dobby appeared right in front of me.

"Great Master Harry Potter is asking for help?"

"Dobby!?" I clutched at my chest where I could feel my heart beating wildly. I always knew he would be the death of me one day. "What are you doing here?"

"Dobby has heard Master Harry Potter asking for help. Did Dobby mishear?" He had grabbed his floppy ears as he finished speaking and I knew I had to reassure him before he started to hurt himself.

"No, no." I said quickly. "I was asking for help. Thank you for coming so quickly Dobby." As soon as I said that I paused. Dobby had… odd ideas on what was helpful and I remembered all the trouble he had caused me trying to help. In fact his help had landed me in the hospital wing having to regrow all the bones in my arm although that was only partially his fault. I gulped and looked on as Dobby gushed about how wonderful I was to thank him. Clamping down on any misgivings I had about this I interjected when he took a breath, beggars can't be choosers after all.

"That's great Dobby but I need…" I trailed off. What did I really need? My thoughts wandered for a bit before it came to me. I need someone who could help me survive long enough to graduate this deathtrap of a school. I need a real teacher. "I need to find someone who can train me to survive, but with my luck I'll never find them." I gave a rueful chuckle while Dobby looked pensive and then excited as though he found a solution which frightened me a bit.

"Dobby knows what to do." He said hyperactively and popped away before I could stop him. I could only hope that whatever he's up to doesn't kill me or anyone else. Just as I was getting anxious Dobby returned with a small vial the size of my pinky finger that seemed to have liquid gold within it. "Dobby has found it sir."

"Err, that's great Dobby, but what is it?" I gently took the vial from him and held it closer so I could study it.

"Tis a potion of luck sir." I turned my gaze back to him and raised an eyebrow. My luck is horrible. Why would I want anything that could worsen it?

"Luck? How does that help me and where did you get this anyways?" Hopefully he didn't steal it from someone.

"Yes sir. Tis said that drinking it makes the drinker succeed in all their endeavors." He looked a little bashful. "Dobby found it in the greasy haired one's potion cabinet."

It took a moment to settle in before a smile spread on my face and then I was helpless to stop the chuckles that bubbled up. The greasy haired one indeed. "That's wonderful Dobby." I said between my chuckles. "So all I have to do is drink this and it'll solve all my problems." I gave the potion a little wave. "How long would the luck last?"

"Yes sir. Think about what you want to succeed in before you drink it and Dobby thinks it will last for an hour."

'That's good enough for me.' I thought as I looked back at the golden liquid. 'It's not like I really have very many other options.' "Right then, even if this doesn't work you're still the best Dobby." He seemed to go into miniature spasms of happiness at that or something more. I don't know and I really didn't want to look close enough to find out. "Bottoms up." I slipped off the cork and drained the vial all the while thinking of finding someone to help me survive the coming year.

I knew the moment that the potion was working when a warm fuzzy feeling spread throughout my body making me feel almost giddy. I quickly bent down and retrieved my invisibility cloak from my trunk as my confidence soared to new untold heights. I wrapped the cloak around me and picked up my trunk before I turned to leave the room. At the door I paused for a second and turned back to face Dobby.

"Dobby I just want to thank you once more for your help. You are a true friend." I didn't hear his response as I slipped out of the room and almost skipped through the castle. Feeling a nudge from the potion I turned down a side hall to see Draco skulking about and my grin threatened to break my face. Somehow knowing it would be a good thing I floated the used vial into his cloak pocket and then skipped away towards where the potion was directing me next.

Not a minute later I found Mrs. Norris on the prowl and sent a stinging hex at its butt sending the cat yowling towards Draco. 'Served them both right.' I thought as I continued to skip along invisible to all, passing Filch as he ran after his demon cat. For some reason I was directed to the antechamber where the champions were gathered earlier today but as soon as I saw the large book laying on the table I knew I needed it. Why I didn't know, but I knew it was important so I stuffed the thick book called The Rules and Regulations of the Triwizard Tournament into my trunk.

As soon as that was done the potion was urgently tugging me out of the castle and down to the lake shore near the Forbidden forest. I actually ran for a portion of the journey as though I would miss whatever was going to happen if I didn't hurry. The odd thing was that as I sat down on my trunk at the water's edge nothing happened. The adage hurry up and wait came to mind as I sat there for the next five minutes as the potion induced confidence told me this would work.

At the end of five minutes the warm feeling from the potion began to increase until it was almost uncomfortable. Just before it became painful the sensation went away as a perfectly flat black circle formed above the water and seeming spat out a boy who landed on top of the water with nary a ripple. I couldn't contain my shock and my leg jerked moving the small stones underneath me.

In an instant the young boy focused all his attention right towards me and even with my invisibility cloak I knew he knew exactly where I was. His next words confirmed it. "Whomever is hiding near the lake shore reveal yourself or I shall take action." His voice had a strange accent to it that I couldn't place and his attire wouldn't look out of place on a battlefield with what looked like a sword strapped to his back.

"This is your final warning. Show yourself and I will not attack unless you strike first. Otherwise I will consider you an enemy and respond accordingly." I blinked at the sound of his voice again and it took a second or two for his meaning to come through. At the potions urging I removed the cloak and rose to greet him. Even if he looked like a child I believed he was the one who could help me and the potion urged me to never tell him about taking it or my chance would be lost forever.

"Err, sorry about that. It's just that I've never seen someone stand on water before. My name's Harry, Harry Potter."

~Interlude End~

I studied the boy in front of me. Everything about him screamed confidence yet I saw clear evidence of recent crying. I did not know why he was both brimming with confidence whilst also barely holding it together and that made me cautious. He felt normal enough, more energy than a civilian and about a low genin, but he had a second source of chakra in his head and that cloak. I felt a shiver run up my spine. Whatever that cloak was it was not natural and for him to use it so casually was either the height of foolishness or sheer ignorance. I did not know which it was and I didn't want to find out.

"If you don't mind me asking what's your name?" His accent was British which was odd but then I realized that he was actually speaking English. Was I back on Earth or a possible variation of it?

"I don't mind." I said slowly as I pondered whether or not to actually give him my name. Half-forgotten memories of my former life told me of stories where Names have power, but Shiro wasn't my true name was it? "My name is Shiro." I decided to just go with it. Being polite didn't hurt and I could more easily gain information on where I was by just playing nice for now.

"I don't suppose you could tell me where I am? I seem to have gotten a little lost on the road of life." I'm sure Kakashi would start crying manly tears of joy if he ever found out I used his favorite line.

"You're really not from around here are you?" I was going to shake my head but he just continued on without letting me answer. "We'll I suspected as much when you fell out of that black portal thingy and the fact that you're still standing on water like it's nothing."

I grimaced internally at the thought of him seeing how I arrived but he was correct about me still standing on water. A casual jump saw me land on solid ground and I saw Harry's face light up like Christmas came early. "Bloody hell that was amazing. You must have jumped 15 feet from a standstill."

"It was nothing." I said modestly. Maybe the light show of strength would ward off any attempts of attack if he had any plans for it. "You still haven't told me where this is though."

"Err, right. Can you see the castle on the hilltop?"

"Yes."

"Is it in ruins?" I blinked heavily at his question. Of course it wasn't in ruins.

"No, it seems fully functional to me."

"Oh great, I just had to make sure you were a wizard or not. Have to keep the secret of magic from muggles you know." He waved his hand dismissively. "I thought you had magic because of what you just did but the castle is charmed to prevent muggles from seeing anything but ruins or at least that's what my ex-friend told me." He slouched at the last part and I could see a great deal of hurt in his eyes before he seemed to rally himself. "Anyways that right there is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

'A school for witchcraft and wizardry?' I thought to myself as I took a glance up at the large imposing castle. The idea seemed odd to me but the thought of such a large source of potential skills almost made me salivate. If they had everything written down it would be even better. "A school you say? I assume you're a student there."

He glumly nodded which seemed odd to me but he expounded on it before I could ask. "Unfortunately yes, but this will probably be my last year here because I'll probably be dead by the end of it. You see there is a tournament going on this year and I'm going to be forced to participate even though it's for people 17 years or older." He let out a bitter laugh and my eyes narrowed slightly. Unless he was a master of concealing his body language he was telling the truth.

"How can they force you to do that?" I asked curiously as I started drawing plans with this new information.

"Wait, you believe me?" He blurted out and then looked embarrassed when I raised an eyebrow at him. "Err, sorry it's just my house kicked me out because they thought I cheated my way into the tournament. It's why I was out here with all my stuff. Oh, but I didn't answer your question. The champions were picked by the Goblet of Fire and apparently it binds your magic and life to compete in the tournament otherwise you die if you refuse. There were only supposed to be three champions but my name came out as a fourth champion."

This tournament sounds like a Roman gladiatorial match and my plans began to finalize with that information. "For what it's worth I don't believe that you are a willing participant in this tournament. That being said do you want to make a deal?"

"A deal?"

"Yes. I'm currently lacking in funds at the moment and not to brag or anything, but I am quite strong. Perhaps we can come to an accommodation where I mentor you and you pay me an appropriate sum. In fact, is there anything in the rules of the tournament that allows for that?" This seemed perfect. While I had no compunction against simply stealing every single magical textbook they had it would be easier and less likely to have any retribution if I simply paid for them.

"I don't know," Harry said with a thoughtful expression on his face. "Let me check." He bent down and most of his upper body went into his trunk as he searched for something. 'They have dimensional magic. This could speed up my return tremendously. Also mental note to self, try reverse summoning myself and throwing Minato's kunai later.'

"Aha," I heard Harry exclaim as he found what he was looking for. His upper body reappear from the depths of his trunk and he held a rather large book in his hands called The Rules and Regulations of the Triwizard Tournament. Although it felt like forever since I had last seen written English it was definitely in English which was a blessing otherwise it would take time to actually be able to read their writing. "Here it is. I, um, found this on my way down here."

'He stole it,' I instantly concluded but I didn't begrudge him that at all. If I was involuntarily forced to compete in a magical tournament I would definitely want to know all the rules. "Let's see here." He opened the book and then let out a laugh. "Well isn't that lucky. It would seem that I opened it to just the right page. Okay, it says here that each champion is entitled to a magical mentor for the duration of the tournament as long as that mentor has no affiliation with the organizers of said tournament or teaching staff at each competing school of magic." He snapped the book closed and tossed it to me. I caught it easily enough and raised an eyebrow at him for his action.

He just shrugged unrepentantly. "I figure my mentor should know all the rules first so he can get me out of trouble." The cheeky brat was pawning off all the reading to me. Even if I wanted to read the rules first so I knew what I was getting into it was the principle of the matter. I vowed to increase my price as I stored the book in my inventory.

"There's still the matter of price for my instruction."

He paused and then nodded decisively. "I know something that is worth quite a bit of money but you'll have to do some work."

"I'm not afraid of a little work but I want to see it first."

"Great, follow me then." Harry cheerfully picked up his trunk and almost skipped towards the castle as I followed along. We didn't talk until we got close to the entrance and he turned to face me. "So we're going to need to sneak for the next part. Can you go invisible or do you want to use my cloak with me?" The thought of covering myself in something so strongly drenched in Death revolted me and I shook my head.

"Don't worry about me," I activated my invisibility skill and got to see Harry's startled face. "Just lead on."

"Err, are you sure you can follow me when I'm invisible?"

"Yes." I said simply and while he looked skeptical he tossed his cloak over himself disappearing from view but not from my other senses. The sound of his breathing, his footsteps and even his scent all told me right where he was even if I couldn't see him. Apparently he took my word that I could follow him and set off into the school as I trailed along behind him silently.

The school itself was fascinating to me. The paintings moved, although they seemed to be sleeping at the moment, the stairs moved, hell it felt like everything was in motion almost like the school itself was alive. The air was also saturated with spiritual energy and it clung to every single surface. I had already suspected that these wizards used more spiritual energy than physical energy just based on what I felt from Harry but the school confirmed it. Witches and wizards were spiritual manipulators and with a bit of luck I could imitate them.

Our walk ended in a bathroom? I looked around a bit more. Yep, a bathroom or more specifically a girl's bathroom. Before I could ask why we were here Harry took off his cloak looking almost sheepish so I deactivated my jutsu as well. "I know this looks weird but welcome to the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets." He waved his hand at the pillar in the center of the room with sinks attached to it.

I gave him an unimpressed look. "Why do we want to go to a sex dungeon?"

Him sputtering and turning beat red was therapeutic enough, but the real reason was because I just couldn't let a setup like this go. I mean really, we're in a girl's bathroom trying to go to the Chamber of Secrets. Is there a snake involved? That would make this even better. "No! It's not a s-sex dungeon. It's where Salazar Slytherin kept his giant snake." My grin widened. So much better.

"It's just- argh- please don't freak out." He bent down to and whispered, "Open." I felt shocked as the pillar unfolded revealing a tunnel that was covered in grime. To my senses it felt like there was nothing but sinks there until now and the magic moving the stone was fascinating to feel. Harry looked back from the tunnel with a look of worry on his face. "You're not going to label me as a Dark wizard now are you?"

Shaking off the minor shock I answered him. "No, why would I do that?"

He looked strangely optimistic at my answer. "Well I just spoke Parseltongue. It's the language of snakes and a lot of people consider those who can speak it evil."

"That is one of the stupidest things I've ever heard. Being able to speak another language simply makes you bilingual or any type of lingual depending on how many languages you speak." By the end of my answer he was smiling and nodding.

"Thank you! I saved a student's life by stopping a snake from attacking him and then everyone called me Dark just because I could speak to it."

"Then they're idiots and the one you saved is a special kind of idiot if he never thanked you." I gestured towards the still open sink. "So are we going in there?"

"Oh, yeah just give me a tick." He stuffed his cloak into his trunk and pulled out a broom which he mounted. I really wanted to make a comment about stereotypical witches but it was just too easy. "Meet you at the bottom." He kicked his trunk over the edge and then soared into the air before dive bombing into the hole with a small whoop of joy.

'Adrenaline junky,' I thought as he disappeared. Before I jumped down the hole I created a clone to scout out the school and the surrounding area. It saluted and turned invisible as I jumped down the hole. Of course I ran down the side of it instead of sliding down as it really was caked with all sorts of grime. At the bottom of the long tunnel I found Harry waiting with a stick that was glowing at one end. 'Is that a magic wand or is it a foci? Possibly a weak point if they need it to use magic. If I destroy any opponent's wand they could be helpless.'

Regardless of that I took a look around the cavern to see a collapsed portion further ahead along with numerous small skeletons and what appeared to be a shedding for a fairly large snake. I would say it would be about a small to medium sized summon for Orochimaru but I would reserve judgement until I saw the entire thing. "Nice place." I commented dryly.

"Hehe, yeah. It collapsed the first time I was down here and the roof almost fell on my head. We'll have to crawl through the opening up near the top." I studied the small hole up top and shook my head. No way was I going to go spelunking without reinforcing the cave.

"Let me try something." I said as I moved towards the collapsed portion and then activated the simple skill Moving Ground causing a groaning noise as the rubble shifted. I heard Harry say something behind me but I paid it no mind and soon enough there was an archway through the rubble along with some hidden supports so nothing would collapse. I would make it even sturdier later but for now this was enough.

"Bloody hell!" Harry exclaimed from behind me. "Could you teach me how to do that?"

"Perhaps. It'll depend on how quickly you learn." It would also depend on his elemental affinities and a host of other things like if he could even learn jutsu but I didn't need to dash his hopes just yet. "Shall we continue?"

"Right." He walked past me, trunk in hand, until we came upon a large metallic door with snakes overlaid on its surface. The door was already open and as I walked past it I saw the large snake laying in the chamber which bore scars of its death throes along with the lit sconces along each wall. My thoughts that it was about a medium sized summon were correct and besides the destroyed eyes the corpse was intact. "Well here it is. I killed this thing nearly two years ago but you could still make quite a profit selling it."

Oddly enough I couldn't smell any hint of decay even though the beast was killed almost two years before. Perhaps its magic kept it intact or maybe it was the chamber itself. I did feel some interesting things going on here. "If it's so profitable why haven't you sold it?"

"Well, anyone I brought here could label me as Dark and secondly I really just didn't need the money."

'Oh you poor fool. You never say you don't need money when you're trying to hire someone. It's like throwing yourself into a pool filled with hungry crocodiles.' Luckily for him I wouldn't charge him through the roof like I could. I had a feeling that this corpse would sell for a pretty penny and I didn't require much. Worst comes to worst I create a few diamonds using crystal release and sell them. "Hmm, let me read through the rule book to make sure that I can be your mentor and that there are no snares that require something I'm not comfortable with. If everything agrees with me I'll be your mentor for the tournament."

He actually looked joyful for the first time I've seen him before he suddenly slumped and let out a loud yawn. "Brilliant." He yawned again. "Sorry, but I think all the stress has finally caught up to me. Do you mind at all if I go to sleep?"

"Nah, go ahead. Do you need any blankets or would you prefer a sleeping bag?"

"You have a sleeping bag?" I tossed him one as I sat down to read the rule book. There was some shuffling and I heard him muttering spells, cleaning the area around where he laid down the sleeping bag, before he crawled into it and soon enough his breathing indicated that he was asleep.

Age: 10 years - 4 months

Title: Root Shinobi, Son of a Kage

LVL: 31 - 3% to next LVL

HP: 1,750/1,750

Chakra: 97,287/97,287

Elemental Affinity: Water, Earth

Bloodline: Crystal Release

STR: 180(234)

VIT: 175

END: 167

DEX: 189(208)

INT: 200(214)

WIS: 150(160)

LCK: 50

Points: 18

Money: 921,402