Prologue – The Seventh Champion
Harry didn't know why he did it, he didn't have any reason nor logic for his actions but deep below within the confidence of his own conscious he could at most say that he knew that going up with Fawkes, Ron, Ginny and Lockhart was a bad idea. Not for him, but for others. Whatever gave him the Wisdom or the Luck necessary to decide to stay alone in the Chamber of Secrets was both a blessing and a curse in disguise, for not a moment after Fawkes took the others away a voice resounded from the center of the Chamber.
"I must admit thou art more honorable than what thine origin may portray, young serpent" The man who spoke was tall and had brown hair, he was neither handsome nor ugly but still gave a sense of peace and regality that was beyond what Pureblood children could portray. "But thou still art a witch and a fiendish serpent so I will apologize for I must end thine life under my blade" He held what seemed like the cross between a spear and a sword. Judging by what little he knew about Christianity it almost seemed like a silver cross "Thou soul may still be saved though as you have successfully killed mine prey, even surviving its retaliatory strike"
Harry, who had since the moment the man spoke raised his wand, stared nervously at this new enemy. He was tired and his body still ached from barely surviving against a combination of Voldemort and a Basilisk, he didn't know if his body could hold against another enemy, but he would certainly try.
"Why do you want to kill me?" Harry had to lick his dry lips as he wrenched the words out of his throat "Who are you?"
The man, covered in armor and stern faced, looked at him and opened his mouth to answer before he turned to look at the now opening mouth of the statue of Salazar Slytherin from where a snake with twenty heads slithered out "I shall kill you for slaying the most loyal of my followers, snakelet" The twenty heads told at the same time, its voice almost melodic, indicating that this was not a decision made in anger "I'm sorry but my follower's death cannot go unpunished for he prayed to me for one thousand years, and if it is any consolation, should you not resist I will personally make it quick and painless"
"So it is you, Shesha. It seems that this Witch Serpent has brought forth a greater prey before me." Spoke the man drawing the attention of the now named Shesha.
"Saint George, it seems that this Snakelet sought protection from a dangerous place" Spoke Shesha, surprising Harry with the revelations it brought.
Even Harry had heard of Saint George, he was the man who created the common image of the knight slaying the dragon and saving the princess, there was a Holiday about him!. Nonetheless Harry now knew that he was standing in front of a legend, a legend that was trying to kill him alongside the being that now stood glaring at the man.
Neither of the participants moved but the echo of a falling rock, an explosion of action occurred, Harry the weakest of the three ran for cover as he held both his wand and the sword in his hands, Saint George literally exploded from his position, destroying the ground with his footsteps as he raced to the Shesha, Shesha hissed and hundreds if not thousands of snakes appeared on the Saint's path, undeterred the Saint twirled and beautifully moved the spear with the head of a sword and skillfully decapitated each and every single one of them, then in an absolute demonstration of power the space around the Shesha twisted and the Saint jumped back just in time for only part of his armor to be destroyed.
While this happened Harry was quickly thinking about his chances of survival in this situation, if he ran up to the castle somehow, there was the possibility of taking those two beings of power to fight within the castle, and getting the other students into the fray. Harry had never discarded a thought so fast in his life, he would have to fight to survive here, in the chamber. Thinking to the spells he knew, maybe only Expelliarmus would help in this situation.
The Saint moved and then spoke "Stallion that has once followed me, return to me and prepare for battle" Suddely with a crack a Horse that cracked the ground with its every step ran up to the Saint and barely slowed to allow the man upon his back before running to the Shesha who stared at the coming saint, both of them barely noticing a red spell flying and hitting the Saint on the back, before fizzling out uselessly on it.
Harry stared in surprise as the spell did nothing and stared even more as falling stars came down from the Shesha's crows "What can I do? §What can I do?§" He was scared but still searched for that light of hope that would lead him to leaving this place alive "§You can do nothing, for you stand in front of gods§" spoke one of the snake heads statues that covered the chamber walls "§On one side is Saint George, a man of virtue and Christianity that ascended to the likes of a legend and thus a god. He would kill you for being a Wizard, but being a Parsel on top, makes it so that he will not leave this place without taking your life§" Spoke another "§On the other is Shesha one of the primordial beings of the universe, holder of secrets and King of all Snakes§" Spoke the first snake head
"§Who are you? §" Asked Harry still watching as the beings now identified as Gods tore the chamber apart as they fought with powers beyond mere mortals "§We are not beings, so we have no name, but we are Slytherins Library, We hold the knowledge of all his Spells and potions, although it seems most of it is outdated now§" Harry had many questions but one is the most important right now "§Do you know of a spell that can get me near quickly and can you tell me where…§" Harry doubted for a second before focusing once more "§Where would the heart of Shesha be?§" The snake heads showed no emotion and then answered "§If that is your will then it shall be done, The spell would be Carpe Retractum and it would create a rope that will either pull an object to you or pull you towards something affixed or heavier than you§" One head stopped and the other continued "§As for the heart, a snake's heart is lightly mobile but when not eating it is on the upper third portion on the left side of the body§". The beginnings of a plan began to form up on Harry's head as he also remembered the basics of his Second Year class, before he turned his back to the stone snake heads "Thank you" and finally walked out into the fray.
The Boy barely knew anything about the current situation, Gods, talking statues, basilisks, memories of diaries… there were many things he couldn't understand, not yet, but there were two things he knew with absolute certainty, the first was that he couldn't run away, that would bring harm to his friends up in the castle; the second was that he couldn't wait for this to solve itself, for the survivor of this fight would immediately kill him. He had to fight and incapacitate or kill them both before they focused on him. Harry grimaced at the line of thought that was only possible due to his instinctual, almost primal, need to survive but didn't cower away from it.
Both fighters were staring at each other, the area around decimated. The Stallion of the Saint had some parts of its muscle showing and Saint himself had most of his armor destroyed, the twenty headed snake however was not without its own wounds as slashes covered its frame. "I must admit to mine confusion, Shesha. I know for a fact that the Gods of Hinduism are some of the most cosmically powerful, not even near mine own God, but powerful enough to be recognized by anyone who knows their legends"
Shesha just stared at him for a moment before answering "There are children on top of us, as much as I would like to defeat you and kill the one my follower summoned me for, for as much as I hate having to do that as well, I will not lower myself to killing innocents, I will not take any other life than those of the people who threaten to take mine or those that have to pay by the pleas of those faithful to me" Grudging admiration shined in Saint George's eyes "Thou art indeed honorable, Shesha. I will make sure to tell stories of thine honor."
The two of them rushed to each other once more, but neither expected what came next "Lumos Solem!" Harry as taught in his classes held his magic at the tip of his wand and gathered as much as he could before shooting off one of the Lumos variants that they were taught this year. Both Gods were blinded by the spell, the magic not being thrown at them but instead creating a natural phenomenon. Then another spell resounded through the chamber "Carpe Retractum" Unseen to them a line of magic extended from harry's wand and with him frantically holding to it and pointing the blade forwards he was pulled full speed forwards, his control of the spell non-existent as it was, Harry felt that his arm was about to be pulled off and was instead rewarded with the sound of his shoulder moving out of its socket. The next set of events could only be described as the Will of a Fool against Fate. Harry activated one of Shesha's defenses just as Saint George finally recovered and was about to kill him mid-air, Harry's leg got torn off as space twisted but Ascalon was deviated from its path and failed to cut him down, the blood from Harry's leg almost hit the Saint's eyes slowing him down enough for harry to stab, by sheer luck, the heart of the snake god. The enchanted blade, covered in the essence and poison of a great snake and unconsciously filled with the magic of the boy, and hitting a piece of skin that had its scales destroyed by Ascalon, this alone let the blade pierce, the fact the heart was right there was just incredibly fortunate.
Saint George could only stare in surprise as the young boy slayed a god, before he broke out of it and rushed the one who had now become a Devil. Harry, his body in so much pain that he was only moving by sheer instinct and a will to survive, looked at Saint George through his blurry sight due to the loss of his glasses and with the ability gained by playing Quidditch calculated the trajectory of the Saint's stab barely managed to move enough so that the Saint didn't run him through but it seemed that Fate had declared his end as one of his arms was dislocated while the other was broken due to speed he stabbed shisha with "Impressive indeed, Witch Serpent, but now that thou hath become a devil this one shall slay thou" Harry had decided to gamble against fate one last time and bit the Sword of Gryffidor's handle, his jaw so tightly clenched that Harry could hear his teeth cracking, and attempted to stab the Saint.
Only for the saint to swing his right arm from left to right parrying the blade while at the same time pulling it out of harry's mouth due to his arm strength, this time destroying parts of harry's teeth "Don't Under– " the Saint never got to finish as Harry wasn't dissuaded by the humiliatingly easy destruction of his supposed last survival attempt and immediately used his broken teeth to tear through the saint's throat in a single savagely monstrous bite, his eyes strangely red. 'So thou revealed thine true skin at the last breath'
And Harry blacked out.
At this moment unknown to Harry six people raised their eyes and looked at the area of Scotland.
Harry Potter: Campione
"This is interesting!" Harry heard the voice of a woman say "Normally, you shouldn't gain the authorities due to the fact that both gods debilitated each other… but you were debilitated yourself, and on top of that most of your magic was being used to defend from that leech on your head using that barrier of your mother's love"
Harry wanted to sleep but he didn't think it would be polite to stay asleep on someone that speaks to you "Hmm, then I will do this! From now on, no matter what, you shall only gain one authority from a God, no matter their power, nor their incarnations. You shall also only get those that most represent you! This is the penalty that I will give you, I will only lift it if you overwhelm a God without the use of Authorities. Yeah!"
"W-who are you?" Harry stared at her for some reason feeling extremely tired. He watched as a young girl with lavender hair spoke to him.
"Why, your new mom, of course!" Then she turned to look at the blank void they were in "I am the witch who brought forth all disasters and a piece of hope, the wife of Epimetheus and the mother of Godslayers, Pandora, and as such I declare this boy as one of my sons. May you bless him, May you hate him, He is now the Seventh Campione, the First Born of Wizards, the youngest and last member of the End Prophecy." Cheers and Roars of Pleasure and Displeasure resounded through the void
Harry though was only focused on one thing, the only thing that his tired mind could focus, his greatest desire "Mom? W- Will you hug me?" he could feel himself falling asleep, and whether this was a dream or not, as he died, he wanted to experience a mother's hug, a father's encouragement and a family's warmth.
"Kyaaaaaa! You are so cuuuute! Don't worry, I will do so! And just because you are cute I will also take away the leech, OK!"
Harry could only smile as warm arms hugged him and the woman hummed him a lullaby that left him sleep peacefully.
"Hmm, although without the leech, that barrier of his will strengthen a lot… Bah! It doesn't matter!"
Harry Potter: Campione
"Gah!" Harry woke up being pecked by Fawkes in the head "Huh? I'm not dead?"
Harry watched himself, idly noticing that his left bottom hem was only a few centimeters down from his knee. He watched everything around with wonder as everything seemed… focused… clear… as if his glasses suddenly were a thousand times better and the world was finally clear to him. It was then that he noticed that he didn't have his glasses on, and that they were broken on the floor. Focusing on Fawkes the phoenix was staring at him before he turned presenting his tail feathers.
Harry smiled at the thought of finally getting out of there "Thanks, let me grab some things first" He grabbed the Sword off the floor, idly noticing that the corpses of Shesha and Saint George weren't there anymore, before he set to look for Riddle's Diary. It took a bit of time and moving some rubble, something that Harry noticed was easier than it should be, before he found the slightly beaten and dark material covered Diary, nodding to himself, he put the Sorting Hat on his pocket and the diary on another before he grabbed his wand, putting it on his back pocket and then the sword, before he grabbed onto Fawkes and finally exited the Chamber.
Harry Potter: Campione
Magical Cabals around the world had appeared as independent research or peacekeeping organizations that work outside the common rules of government. Being organizations made up of people and beings who could use "Magic" some of them had Goblins, Wizards, Witches, House Elves, Veela, Vampires, Werewolves, Leprechauns, Shamans, Onmyoji, Youkai, Cultivators and Mages. For most of the Wizarding Governments, these people were barely above beasts, or were even considered dark creatures, but in these groups they were valued members. Between these members there was a subtype of Mage or as Wizards generally called them, Haughty Muggles, that were the most valued for these organizations, Priestess, Hime-Miko or Oracles, these permitted these organizations the ability to get the hell out of dodge when a Heretic God descended and then helping them contain exposure of the magical world. The more racist of these organizations, however used items made of the bones of these girls to detect them.
The Society of the Skye, the top Cabal within Scotland for the study of Heretic Gods had received less than 15 minutes earlier the warnings from their Oracle that both Shesha and Saint George were about to descend in Scotland… but not where. No matter how much focus the Oracle put she couldn't see the place, only repeating the image of a Chamber filled with snakes and green eyes. After 15 minutes passed the Oracle entered in trance and announced "The Seventh Champion has been found, the youngest and last member now exists and as prophesied the Prophecy of the End is now in effect."
This confused them as nowhere within Scotland a disaster was reported.