A/N Firstly, I do not own anything here except potentially any OC's that I introduce. Even then, it is only the basic idea and I do not hold anything to be my sole property.

Secondly, I have seen only a couple of good Harry Potter / Campione Xover fics and the idea really intrigues me. So as with my other story, I am writing one.

Thirdly, This is a Harry/Multi fic. The pairing has been decided. Check at the end for the basic pairing overview. I have tried to keep it reasonable, I will not have harry with a harem of 30 girls or more.

Fourthly, Characters are going to be a cross between trying to be somewhat true to the originals, but also a good mix of OOC, as it goes with the story and the situations. However, Harry will not be dark, or evil, or a manipulative bastard.

Fifthly, This is the opening chapter and Idea write. I will be making future chapters longer, and with more info, though I am trying to keep info dumping to a minimum.

Finally, I have not forgotten The Arch, however, I had this idea in my head and had to write it down and it went from there.

Prologue and Opening

Harry Potter stood before the remains of the Hungarian Horntail. It had just been about to breath out its incredible flame breath, that was until some dude in, admittedly, impressive looking armor and a large blade in his hand. The blade was impressive to look at. It seemed to be made of steel, but radiated a soft golden light from it. His armor was what he assumed the knights of old wore, and the dragon was lying in two pieces. The head, having been removed, just lay there with its tongue hanging out, as the body was slumped to the side.

"Was this your beast to slay young man?" The knight's voice boomed across the arena. Harry just nodded, slowly. Sure he didn't have to slay it but well, he wasn't going to complain. "I apologize. I am Arthur, King of the Britons. It seems only fair then, that since I have taken your query, that I offer you a duel with one such as myself." He raised his sword and seemed to wait for Harry to take a stance. "However, I should warn you young man, as you seem to be this lands champion, judging by you being here, and all others out there, I shall take my due after I have won and slain you as well." With that he seemed to wave in a general direction, though Harry noticed he also caught Hermione in his wave.

No one moved, or perhaps it was that they couldn't move. It didn't matter. Harry knew that whoever this was, was going to kill him. He hadn't even registered what the man had said his name was. Well, he had a wand, but that wasn't going to do him any good he figured. He needed something else. Raising his hand he spoke out, though soft it was able to easily cross the distance in the quiet. "Allow me a moment then to summon a blade." Sure, he was stalling, but every second alive, right.

"Accio, Sword of Gryffindor." he shouted, pointing his wand at the castle. He waited a moment to see if it would even respond. Hearing a slight crash, he saw something glinting as it flew towards him. The Sword of Gryffindor landed at his feet, and as soon as he picked it up, idly noting it wasn't as big as last time he had held it, or maybe that was just he was bigger, the armored man attacked.

Block, Block, Parry, Dodge. It was all he could do to not let that blade connect with him. It made sense to him. He wasn't the biggest or strongest out there, but he knew he was agile. With adrenaline running high he kept dodging and blocking. His arms where quickly getting tired and he was starting to pant. Geez, if I somehow survive this, I'm going to start exercising.

The crowd staired, some having an idea or realizing this was in fact a Heretic God. The moment he had waved his hand over the crowd, they had all frozen, none could move. Some where simply wanting to run, others wanted to watch for various reasons. Draco Malfoy was hoping to see Potter die. It would be a good day. He hadn't figured out how he would escape, but he was sure his pureblood lineage would help him somehow. Hermione Granger, on the other hand, had no idea what a heretic god was. She didn't care. Her best friend, and secret crush that only her mother knew, was fighting a knight of all things, WITH A SWORD. Needless to say, she was exceptionally worried, angry, and scared all at the same time.

Ron Weasley had quickly figured out it was a Heretic God. He had even heard it's name. King Arthur, one of the greatest swordsmen to live, a king, a hero to them all, and yet here he was, trying to kill Harry. If we somehow make it out of this, I am going to apologize, make it up to him, and hope for everything important that he will let me continue to be his best friend. He had a few ideas, he just hoped he could use them.

Block, block, block, side step. Harry continued to keep moving. He had seen that sword hit the dragon, and then hit the ground when he had dodged once. A line had raced across the ground, a line of what seemed to be pure energy. The dirt and ground had been gouged out and Harry did NOT want to get hit by that. Was it just him, or was this guy speeding up? "I look forward to sampling the women. A king should have his choices after all." He heard. A part of his mind just understood what he meant. And that made up his mind. He was going to die, but he would take out this bastard first.

He remembered what Dumbledore had told him about the sword one day after the basilisk, he had been asking questions. Let's see if you can stand Basilisk venom. It was his only thought.

Side step, side step, dodge, there it was, his moment came. Heedless of the danger, heedless of what he knew would happen to him, he dived forward. Sword up, the last of his strength propelling him forward. He felt a deep pain in his gut and on his side. He didn't have the energy to look, but he knew it was bad. But he had managed it. The Sword of Gryffindor had penetrated straight into this bastard's chest, through the armor.

"What, what sorcery is this?" The man said. Harry fell to the ground realizing he couldn't feel his arm on his left side, and it was incredibly hard to breathe. Looking slowly to his side, he saw why. There, no more than a foot away was his left arm, along with what looked like a piece of his chest. Looking back up at the wannabe knight, Ok, actual knight or whatever. He did kill a dragon in one hit. He saw him drop to his knees, meeting each other's eyes. And then, Harry's vision faded into black.

Albus Dumbledore was in the hospital wing with several others. Harry Potter was in a bed, unconscious, and in one piece. Not surprising really. If I remember correctly, after ascending, they are given a one time full body recovery. Brought to the peak of health, perfect eyesight, and more. Politically, he is untouchable now. This should also emancipate him, though if it doesn't, I should see about pushing that through. The last thing we need is someone trying to control a hormonal teenage campione. Though I should see about any contracts he might have as well. Some might be beneficial.

"Albus" Cornelius Fudge, the minister for magic softly spoke. "Is he really…." "Yes Minister, he is a campione. Though if you will remember, I was against this competition in the first place, though for different reasons." Fudge simply nodded, wringing his bowler hat.

"Yes Albus, I remember. But, what do we do? A heretic god, one that claimed to be King Arthur, and Harry Potter kills him, and becomes a Campione. The old families will.." "Do nothing Cornelius, lest they set him onto the warpath. By rights, his is now the King of Magical Britain. Do you truly wish to test him in battle?" Cornelius simply wrung his bowler tighter. He knew the laws, he knew the rules. He also knew that the Witenagemot would be sending people. He really didn't want to bring them in, but all matters divine where to be dealt with by them.

They looked on as a team of healers, unspeakables, researchers, and others crowded the young man. None could get a reading, and Albus certainly wasn't going to tell them how to do so. It is quite rude to simply cast into one's mouth without permission. Yes, this would be interesting to say the least. And how does this affect the prophecy? One thing that was known from time immemorial was that Campione did not care for prophecy, oh no. They would simply go at it with the stubbornness of their kind until prophecy, the world really, gave in. Interesting times indeed.

Severus Snape was standing in the Slytherin common room. All the houses had been taken back to their commons for a house meeting after the headmaster had given them the basic information. "We find ourselves in a situation." he started. His voice was its normal deep, soft, yet full of volume standard that all had come to associate with him. A tone that screamed listen or else. "Over the years, some of us here…" at this point he looked at Draco Malfoy and his group, "have taken to confronting Potter and his friends, with abandon."

He looked around at all of his snakes. He was hoping that they would take this little talk to heart. "Let me be blunt. I have no desire to inform any of your parents or guardians that you chose to anger a Campione in some childish manner and ended up as a stain upon the wall. Gryffindor he may be, and I will be the first to tell you that most Gryffindors are heedless of consequences. However, he now is everyone's social, political, and most likely economical superior. The ministry will be, due to oaths given due to the last Campione who claimed Britain, doing everything they can to stay in his good graces." Taking a moment to breathe, he took a mental tally of his snakes.

Malfoy and Nott would be the biggest issues. Crabbe and Goyle were idiots who went where they were told. Parkinson was a Malfoy sycophant who would simply agree with him in hopes of securing the betrothal between their two families. Greengrass, Davis, and Zabini all were neutral, and all three ladies would do well to attach themselves to Potter. Can I even punish him now? He wondered. "I strongly suggest each and everyone of you consider your actions before poking the proverbial dragon."

The same speech was being held in each of the common rooms, though they did go longer than in slytherin. Many had muggleborns or Muggle raised Half-Bloods who had to be explained to what had happened. Hufflepuffs were terrified, Gryffindors were scared, and Ravenclaws were reevaluating everything.

Chapter End

Notes

Main pairing

Harry - (Potter)Hermione - (Black)Daphne Greengrass - (Peverell)OFC Knight (to be named)

Potential Consorts

(Potter) Susan Bones - (Black)Parvati Patil - (Peverell)Padma Patil

Again this is a multi story and the basic premise I am going on is that since each house is either extinct or near extinct, it is encouraged that he takes a wife and a consort for each to increase its members and the next generation. Some of these will be political in origin, others are romantic, and finally, one of these is from his parents.

In the next chapter

*Harry wakes up

*Hermione explains to Harry what is going on

*We meet his knights and the Witenagemot representative

*Various reactions towards the end by certain characters