Well, here's another chapter. And it comes with a super awesome surprise! I'm gonna write a Naruto/Familiar of Zero cross! It will be different from anything that I've ever seen, so I hope it turns out okay. The first trial chapter will be out hopefully some time in the next month as it's still in the planning stages. it could take longer... Whatever. Please, read the chapter and I hope you like it!

Some people have been messaging me about my portrayal of Hermione, saying she was too dependent on Harry and too clingy. Well... Yeah, she is. This is the flaw I'm giving Harry. He's immortal, invulnerable, ageless, and more powerful than the Lifemaker in his left pinky alone. So he accidentally gives people mental illnesses and personality quirks by teaching them through subtle means and the Socratic Method... Teaching them things he can only tolerate knowing through his invulnerability (which extends to his mental state). In some cases even his mere presence in the immediate area can bend a persons mind.

It's like if God were to decide to whisper the secrets of the universe and life into people's ears. They couldn't handle it. Even in comedy- read, the movie Dogma with Ben Afleck- the voice of God kills everything. So this is a downgrade from that.

In Other News, I Was Asked To Make The Chapters Longer. I Have Done So. In return there are larger skips in which you can assume that Harry is doing school things and building relationships with people that aren't mentioned and formulating inside jokes that I'll reference but not explain.

Also, I rewrote history a bit in this chapter, don't complain, those that catch it, at least they're even in the story.

Any way, I'm done with this A/N, I hate reading long ones myself and this feels too long already. Please, enjoy your reading.

Disclaimer: Kuta-san owns not the series reading of Potter Harry. Nor own does he the makings band of Machine the Rage Against or anime series Negima, hm.

Kuta, out!

The Way to Skin a... Ballroom?:

The summer was winding down and Harry felt it a good idea to reflect upon the havoc he had rained down on Dumbledore whilst remaining completely inconspicuous. Namely every instance of political misfortune he concocted for Dumbledore to fall prey to.

First, Harry had used a mild hypnotic suggestion on a man to make him think rationally for all of five minutes and realize that A.) Pettigrew had been the Potter's secret keeper. B.) Dumbledore, as the one to cast the spell- as was public record at this point- must have known that particular fact. And C.) that meant that the man had knowingly illegally held a man in Azkaban when there was no chance of him being guilty of the crime that he hadn't even been charged with or tried for, which was- again- a matter of public record. And then the man had brought these particularly pertinent facts to the attention of the Wizengamot.

The results had pleased Harry, who had forgotten that impeachment from public office in the country you represented in the ICW also meant dismissal from the ICW. Which meant that the Wizarding half of the Magical world was no longer looking at Dumbledore as some sort of bastion of light. This had also had the pleasant bonus of bringing to Dumbledore's attention that there were actual responsibilities that went along with the position of Headmaster of a school.

And as he'd delegated those very duties to McGonagall years- decades even- prior, he'd no idea how to handle them anymore, leading to a string of decisions made in a political mindset that were extremely ill-favored. Harry didn't honestly remember them because the instant they had been made, the Board of Governors had come down on Dumbledore like an avenging god and put him on probation. One toe out of line and Dumbles lost the only claim to political power he had left.

Dumbledore had tried to finesse his way out of all of this afterward of course, after he'd caught his breath in a manner of speaking. He'd tried back-room politicking, bribery, blackmail, Obliviation, and a whole host of other methods to finagle more power into his grasp again, but Harry'd had him covered through liberal use of a time turner he'd found in the Black vaults. Really, after that first blow, all Harry had had to do was keep him under a close eye and counter all the methods Dumbledore tried to use to secure power. Which was all to easy for an man who had ten-thousand years of experience dealing with issues on a quantum level and solving them.

But those thoughts would have to wait, he was approaching the station now and would have to keep himself from trying new particle acceleration methods until he was at least sixty miles away from anything he didn't want destroyed in the event of an atomic meltdown scenario.

And he had to keep careful watch over Hermione's mental state as she'd begun to go obsessive follower/slave girl on him during the summer, and he'd had to knock her out of it a few times.

Making her give up on books as a source of things right in the world as young as he had had been a mixed blessing at best. Yes, she did have critical thinking skills now, but she had also latched onto him as a new one. Also, as previously mentioned, she'd begun to go Bellatrix LeStrange on him a few time, which was dangerous.

He would have to introduce her to religion soon if this kept up, something inherently peaceful like Hinduism or Buddhism.

Hermione's POV:

She'd been so blissful when Harry had been at her house, but looking back she saw that her obsession was not healthy. She didn't eat right when he was around, and it was worse when he wasn't. Her grades, as good as they'd been, had cut into her sleeping schedule and she was drastically under-weight because of those facts. Harry looked worried when he saw her, and her parents had gotten pamphlets about helping dealing with children in cults and had started looking into getting an exorcist. She knew she was taking it to far, and she was even scaring herself with some of her thoughts when someone was mildly rude to Harry.

So she was going to distance herself from him work out the issues she obviously had with a mind healer before she did anything- even if it meant that the plan she had for this year to catch and keep his attention in a romantic way had to be put on hold. Indefinitely.

Normal POV:

Harry was grinning at Neville and Dean- who he had befriended rather early in this life because he found the child's art inspired, when he used it for art rather than out of a desire to impress people, and his dry wit appealing- while looking out for Hermione. That was when he heard Neville say something that stopped his heart.

"-Yeah I heard from her that she's gonna be seeing a mind healer and-" The rest didn't particularly matter, as he was talking about Hermione. She hadn't been in any traumatic experiences- not even the thing with the troll- that she would need a mind healer to take a look at, he'd made sure of that. Which left one alternative.

He'd forgotten, in his years of hermitage, just why he was a hermit to begin with. His power was to vast to be fully constrained by a physical form, and thus it lashed out at times and affected the minds of those around him with it's presence. If he was in a good mood, it wasn't noticeable and not much happened to those affected except maybe the odd quirk or two.

But the night of what could have been the troll incident, he'd most certainly gotten angry, enraged even, over the callousness of several people regarding Hermione. Ron's blatant bigotry, and stubborn undeserved pride. Lavender and Parvati's lack of care as to Hermione's emotional state. The teachers for their lack of forethought in regards to the Slytherins who were going to be sent to the area the troll was believed to be in before Harry had called them on it.

And he'd spent that whole day at Hermione's side, keeping her then delicate emotional state from being torn to bits and barking angrily enough at anyone who got within twenty feet that even Malfoy had kept his distance, when his rampant emotions had been in danger of rending her mind to irreparable shreds. He was a thrice bloody moron! The only real consolation he could draw form that was that his anger had kept those who might have been affected out of the true danger zone, the most anyone would get at twenty feet when he wasn't in a bloody apocalyptic rage was a slight eating disorder that could be dealt with in a matter of hours.

And that consolation was a good thing. He needed to stay calm or the whole station might succumb to his power.

He looked worried at Neville's statement, though for reasons that Neville couldn't begin to guess at. He walked over and asked after Hermione's reasons for seeing a mind-healer, who might not be capable of healing the damage he had wrought upon the girl who he had planned on marrying once she got to an appropriate age.

"Ah, well, she said something like she had an obsession that was becoming unhealthy and wouldn't tell me any more than that." So he was right, her mind had been affected in one of the worst ways, she was so obsessed the he had started to come before anything, even her own survival instinct had begun to be overridden by her need to please him and be near him. Well, at least she hadn't been so strongly afflicted that she couldn't realize that it was a problem. That was a state from which even his power couldn't rouse her.

Harry switched subjects after that, still visibly worried, to the upcoming school year and what they expected it to be like.

Neville seemed more confident, likely a result of Harry actively being his friend earlier on and not allowing him to harp on himself to hard. Well, that and the fact that Harry also gave him encouragement and help in subjects he was weaker in, which boosted his confidence because he saw that he wasn't useless; he just needed some tutoring because his lack of confidence had slowed him up a bit at first.

The train ride had been fast for Harry, worried as he was, but he put it out of his mind as the Headmaster on Probation announced the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Well, he'd put his name in this time, as he was allowed to. Maybe he'd be the legitimate Hogwarts Champion this time around. Who was he kidding, of course he would be, no one in the world could beat him out in terms of spell knowledge or magical reserve size, which were the requirements that the Cup of Fairy Fire discerned candidates by.

Well, he had about two months until then to wait, and the only thing to do was use his 'genius' to reintroduce- from his perspective anyway- the more useful and tranquil magical discoveries made in the next thirty years. God time travel was a mind-fuck.

The next two months took the Wizarding half of Magical society by storm, the Potter boy was an absolute... Well, wizard, when it came to just about anything he set his mind to! He discovered a new magical plant property or made some useful new tool at least twice a day it seemed! Astounding!

Or at least that was what the magazines and the gossip mills and the teachers and the masters in various fields all said, to Harry he was merely bringing the collective I.Q. of the world up by a few points. It was all rather basic stuff to his mind.

Honestly, who thought that string theory applied with a magic based standpoint was really all that amazing, He'd been at it for nearly fourteen-thousand years after all. Mini worm holes weren't that hard to create, Apparition used them all the time, though they were so small they squeezed you like an old tooth-paste tube.

Still, this society, and even the one he'd left behind-ahead was rather primitive by his standards.

At the end of the two months, Harry stood out on the grounds somewhat near the Black Lake with everyone else awaiting the arrival of the other two schools. As Karkaroff decided to showboat- literally in this case- Harry was telepathically communicating with the giant squid and the merpeople to make sure that they weren't disturbed by the ship. Turns out that it was utilizing his wormhole theory to transport the vessel and that only the very top few feet of water were even moved.

The Durmstrang uniform was as garish and brutish looking as Harry remembered, and he was happy not to have to deal with a broody Krum or a Karkaroff who was obsessed with winning to the point of short changing Harry points in a drastic way because he wanted Krum to bring his school and, vicariously, himself glory.

Waiting for the Beauxbatons girls to show was tedious as it had been the first time- though Harry didn't actually recall that fact- and their entrance was as flashy, which he did. When the half-giant Headmistress stepped out of the carriage, Harry swore he saw Hagrid's eyes pop from their skull in what Harry really wish he didn't recognize as lust and a smidgeon of desperate hope.

Mainly because the look was incredibly pathetic and Harry didn't want to taint his memories of Hagrid with it.

The girls were as posh and well dressed and unprepared for the Scottish winds as the first time which Harry snorted at in amused befuddlement. He didn't comprehend their stupidity. The proclamation before the feast of the rules of the tournament- which Harry influenced for his benefit- and the performances of the foreign students passed quickly, and Harry was glad of it, as he was hungry.

The Beauxbatons contingent, it seemed, had decided to roost outside of the Ravenclaws- as far as meals were concerned- in this reiteration of time. They had instead, by the looks of things, went for looks rather than brains, and seated themselves amongst the Hufflepuffs who, by a rather wide margin, had both better looking and more well mannered people of both genders. It seemed that those girls were, by and large, single and looking for prospects- for the time being- for a quick fling with the brutish but ruggedly handsome Scottish rogues in Hogwarts. Harry's French was impeccable.

The Durmstrang children seated with the Slytherins, same as before.

On Saturday the for which Harry had decided to submit his name, he stood watching as people decided to try and fool the Age Line that he'd forgotten about. Well, it judged by the mind not the body so he was in the clear. Not to mentioned that it had been cast with the wand who recognized Harry as it's master and actually fit him. Seems as though the Elder wand existed outside of time in a manner similar to the wall of Dorchelkand, which viewed the world and was a record of the history of mankind from the instant of it achieving full functionality to the day the world ended.

As he decided to get it over with, and subsequently was walking forward with his submission in his hand, Harry saw someone try to stop him. Steven Horbek, seventh year, Harry's Ancient Runes class. "Harry, there's no way that Dumbledore didn't account for whatever you think will allow you passed that Age Line. You don't even look any different and-" He stopped as Harry jumped over him, which had the entire Hallway staring at him, and proceeded to walk through the Age Line, submit his name and walk out unscathed.

Jaws dropped.

"Harry," Then they snapped shut as one Gilderoy Lockeheart, DADA teacher and bumbler extraordinaire and Dumbledore- the one who had spoken- walked toward them. "How did you trick the Age Line?" Lockeheart nodded.

"Who's to say I did?" Harry replied casually. "You are obviously infallible and if I got through unaffected, then I must obviously be seventeen or older." He put some mild sarcasm into his voice while say this before continuing in a mildly disappointed tone. "If you can't figure out such an obvious answer than I see no need to tell you of it." The students around him gasped at his daring, insulting the Headmaster in such a way.

The Headmaster attempted to stop him with a force field of solid, visible air, which Harry walked through without blinking. Now Dumbledore had his jaw on the floor. Hogwarts students began to lament their chances when up against such an obviously superior candidate.

At the feast that night, which Harry was anticipating, one of the French children tried to butter him up, trying to get her claws into this powerful wizard early so as to have his fame, wealth and home when she divorced him. He politely told her to take her money grubbing hands off of his shoulders, though not in those words. She left in a fit.

He could tell that Dumbledore was now officially wary of him. Seeing him, not as a gifted student and eventual martyr/payday, but as a superior opponent who could best him in the esoteric arts. One who looked down on him as an intellectual inferior. But now his hands were well and truly tied. Harry was about to be well beyond his sphere of influence, and a well trained wizard who could and would fight against the Dark Lord, both of them.

But then Dumbledore didn't know that one had already been fully taken care of and that his own Horcrux had been terminated.

But those thoughts were for another time. He had a tournament to win. As the over-sized, flaming drinking mug's fires turned blue, Harry began to feel a bit of excitement, the tasks were mostly the same this time around. Get egg from dragons, rescue loved one from lake, maze of death. The dragon would be the most challenging fight he'd had in upwards of two-thousand years. He'd get to bust out some real power, let loose a bit instead of pussy footing around with these baby spells.

The Durmstrang boy got selected first this time. A boy named Kevlosky. Then it was the Beauxbatons girl, Sabine Molyneux.

Harry calmed himself for the coming name, his name. And it did come. "Harry Potter." Music to his ears. The hall was silent, and he could practically hear crickets as he calmly walked up to the staff table and walked through the door to the right as the others had. Snape looked livid as he passed and the others disapprovingly worried. They thought him in over his head no doubt. He moved into the room and sat on the chair he'd conjured. The sentient chair. It brought back memories. Of the pain of a black hole swallowing his body. He'd need a wand soon, the Weighing was on it's way. Or perhaps that staff in his hammerspace.

The girl tried to question his presence. The boy tried to intimidate him. He paid neither any mind. He waited for the larger than average children. They came in screaming about his blatant line crossing, figurative and literal, his gall, his audacity and his stupidity. He ignored them until they calmed. Then they stared.

Then he replied. "If you are quite finished?" Even Snape nodded, unnerved by the 'boy's' calm. "I am more prepared than any of you for this, you've no doubt heard of my string of discoveries and inventions?" More blank nods. "Those were side projects to take up the obscene amounts of spare time I have because the course work is too easy. I've yet to really show anyone anything that I find difficult and doubt that I will find this tournament to be much different. Even should I have to face down a dragon or go through Midas' own Labyrinth." The judges seemed nervous at that.


The day of the Weighing dawned bright and early. Harry was entertaining Luna Lovegood with some parlor tricks and glaring at people who tried to make trouble for her. She was a good girl who wouldn't reveal that she knew his secret as she had known it before he had originally and never told him she knew until after he'd realized it. She was like the sister he'd always wanted. He took her with him to the Weighing when the summons arrived. She would do his interview for the Quibler, for which he had a subscription. And he would rub that fact in Rita Skeeter's nose if she was around.

As it turned out she was and he made some subtle threats involving beetle eating ants and jars. She was more cooperative after that. He drew his staff from his pocket dimension, ironically kept in his pocket, and Olivander had kittens, said that no one had the magical core size to power it. Harry transfigured a desk into a living bronze pig and Olivander shut up.


The day of the first task, and he'd drawn the Horntail and the Ironbelly. A switch up and upgrade from the old tournament, because of his comments and obvious advantage he got double the tasks of the other Champions, but hey he could deal. Two gnats weren't much more difficult to deal with than one.

Kevlosky went first, a determined grimace on his face. He was a taciturn fellow. He'd drawn the Welsh Green, the harmless puppy of all the dragon species. As the boy got his thrashing and the crowd cheered and gasped at the appropriate times, Harry made conversation with Sabine who was a delight to talk to and who said that he reminded her of her father. She liked to casually flirt with him and he allowed it as she had a boyfriend in France who she was practicing for, so he wouldn't make her blush so easily.

Harry had used illusions to make himself into a deeper voiced pretty boy so she could flirt without feeling weird about his age. She blushed atomically a lot.

As the boys thrashing wound down and the announcer called for Sabine he dropped the illusion and got up from his seat to wish her luck and kiss the back of her hand. Her thrashing was short, and she managed to not get hurt. He'd been getting bored so that fact was good.

He walked into the arena and gazed at the two mindless, simple creatures who he'd be at least knocking around a bit today. They were intimidating to a normal man perhaps, or the average wizard. But to Harry they barely rated above the threat rating of a puppy, and he felt bad about hurting them, still, they provided a bit of a warm up for Cosmo Entelecheia. Get him in the right mindset to deal with something that to him held the same threat level as a rabid dog did to a normal man with a shotgun.

They started off trying their flaming breath, but that was simple for him he protected his clothes and possessions from the flame and the heat before letting it hit him. The crowd gasped in horror and the judges were about to declare him dead when he walked through the other side of the flames. Then the dragons attempted to crush his with various limbs, which he warded against with the same air shield Dumbledore had tired on him. It was more effective for Harry, needless to say.

After that had proved futile they attempted to eat him. He jumped over their heads and smashed them each in those same heads with a large conjured rock that weighed about four and a half metric tonnes (which are roughly equivalent to US tons) knocking them both out and probably rattling their brains significantly. Grabbing his egg and calmly walking out of the stadium, Harry was met with Gilderoy Lockeheart.

"Harry, you simply must tell me where you learned those spells, I know them already of course, but I don't think tha-umph." Harry stuffed a conjured gym sock into his mouth and walked away. He really was sick of dealing with that fraud.

And then it was time to dust of his dancing shoes apparently. After the ball room dancing was over Harry had arranged for a band of squibs to perform. The band was unknown in the British Wizarding World but in the Non-magical American society- and in a few other countries as well- Rage Against the Machine was quite well known. He'd love to see the look on the Non-magical raised's faces when they heard them. They wouldn't be right on stage, they'd start to play and rise up through the floor like any good rock concert should start.

He'd decided to go with Luna this time, rather than Parvati or Padma, Luna was more fun and she wouldn't want anything more since she was in the loop about him waiting for Hermione. As he danced slowly with her having some light friendly conversation with her, he saw one of the Slytherins trying to aim a jinx at them. he turned after it had been fired and absorbed it before using a colorless jinx to make him trip and tear his partners dress off. The Ravenclaw girl with the fairly well developed chest, who fairly regularly tried to embarrass or humiliate various others so as to feel at least a little bit important, stormed off in tears thinking that the child had done it on purpose to embarrass her.

Luna looked at him appraisingly. "She is often mean to me, as was he... Did you punish them?"

He laughed. "Him, yes. She was collateral that I don't regret." Luna smiled.

Harry had them sit once they'd tired, it was nearing ten o'clock anyway, and Luna didn't want to apart of the mosh pit once he told her what one was and that with the band he'd had hired for the next part of the ball there would likely be one. The music from the string quartet that the school had hired soon stopped and guitar music rang out, rough and hard, shocking the staff- even little Fillius who was announcing them.

"Please ladies and gentleman, put your hands together for the..." He looked at the cue cards skeptically. "Punk/Thrash rock band, Rage Against the Machine!" At least he put enthusiasm into it.

Then the music really pumped up as Zach de la Rocha and Tom Morello started to get into the feel of "Renegades of Funk."

As things started to get a bit crazy amongst the Non-magical raised, some of the so-called 'Half-bloods' got into it. And- like a tide- the whole school presently in attendance started going crazy, with an exception made for Harry, Luna and a few others who had been sitting when the band came on.

It was a good night spent with someone who Harry had always thought of as family.

End~

Right, so this Chapter is now done and it hasn't taken all that long like I thought it would. Did you like it? Was it too fast? If it was, then don't be too alarmed, at least this year is more than one chapter long right?

Anyway, response to the trial chapter for the new story will allow me to review it and improve it, so reviews are a must even from you flamers and anons! I welcome it all with open arms!