Are y'all ready to slay a dragon?

I want to know how you think Harry is gonna do it, I've all but spelled it out for y'all.


Harry Potter, The Maw of the Beast.

It wasn't a Quetzal, far, far from a Quetzal, whatever this dragon was, it looked like it climbed out of the pit of shadow and molten gold. It moved with a predator's grace as it stalked across the arena, Harry could still feel its roar in his bones, the Dragon's mouth opened and its hiss filled the arena.

"Come here, Little Half-Blood, and let's make this quick," the Dragon snarls at Harry, "I was told you would be a rare feast, a Magician, I look forward to seeing how that has flavored you,"and then the Dragon moved, it was fast, much faster than it seemed as it dashes across the field to take a bite out of Harry, and seeing that it's bite could very well split him in half, Harry decided to run. As the clawed hand came down to try to smash or grab him, Harry bolted across the arena in a flash, not daring to look behind him, he could feel the rumble of the earth as the dragon slammed down its hand, the body and wings of the dragon scraping against the ward as it stopped its charge to turn and look for him, Harry could feel the beating of his own heart as he skidded to a stop on the other side to turn back to the dragon, to keep his eyes on his foe.

"Quick little Half-Blood, how annoying," it hisses at Harry as it turns its head to look at him, those molten golden eyes looking at Harry, hungry for his flesh. As the Great Dragon charges again, Harry grips his wand and lashes out with the Ballast Bolt spell, twisting the earth and stone around him into a recreation of Scáthach's spear, and sending four of them flying at the Dragon. The spears shatter against its scales as if they were made from glass, Harry swishes and flicks his wand, muttering a spell under his breath before he has to start to move again to avoid the claws of the dragon as it digs a trench into the earth right where he was standing a moment. Harry dives and rolls out of the way of the rubble that is thrown at him by the Dragon.

"A neat trick, Half-Blood, but unfortunately for you, only one thing can pierce my scales and it won't be whatever pathetic mortal magic you can conjure," The dragon says as it turns to face Harry, its tail grinding against the wards that sealed the arena, sending sparks and molten gold falling to the ground, "Now, accept the inevitable, and give up, I promise to make it quick," it says with a rumbling laugh as it takes its time approaching Harry.

Harry looks wildly around trying to find out why no one was doing anything, all the spectators were still in their seats, and none of the judges have moved to stop the task, not even Zoë even though Harry could see the concern on her face.

"What hell are they doing!?" Harry thought before having to move once again as the dragon charged, Harry transfigured wall after wall, trying to slow the Dragon down, but the beast had just destroyed each wall as it charged through them Heedlessly, "This thing isn't a Quetzal! Why haven't they stopped this?! Are they even watching the same thing!?" Harry thinks to himself before a cry of "Capio Ferrum Funes" as thick wires made of iron burst from the ground, wrapping around the Dragons legs and tying themselves into tangles, before Harry twists his wand with the word "Sentis!" and from the iron cords springs thorns that would normally dig in and rend flesh, but all they do is send sparks flying off the scales of the dragon, but the iron cords do what they were meant to, slow the dragon down to the point where it had to stop and slash through the cords anchoring it to the ground, giving Harry enough time to repeat the spell he had used on the broke spears of stone on the walls.

After the dragon frees himself from the cords it charges again with the grace of a lion, "This is becoming tedious, Half-Blood! Just die already!" it screams at Harry before diving for him; But this time, Harry was ready.

"Saxum Columnae!" Harry yells, quickly snapping his wand in a circle before swinging his arm at an angle, "Tribus!" and as the dragon's back feet leave the earth, three stone pillars erupted from the beast's left, smashing into it, sending it flying off course as Harry starts to feel his core burn, he needed to end this soon, he needed his Spear.


The Judges Box

"Something is wrong" thought Zoë as she watched Harry launch three more stone spears at the underbelly of the Quetzal, two of the spears striking home as the third sailed over the Quetzal. Harry was missing his shots, and if he was any other demi-god or wizard, Zoë wouldn't question it, but the boy was a child of Her Lady and had her blessings ingrained into his very bones, for him to be missing any shot was Ludacris.

Zoë herself never considered herself markswoman by any stretch of the imagination, she preferred her sword to a bow, but even then, she still had the blessing of Artemis as all the others in the hunt did and her skill with a bow was honed over the long millennials she had lived, but even then she was not the best shot in the hunt. In descending order the best markswomen in the hunt were, baring their Lady, Phoebe, Atalanta, Herself, and Sophie. But those with Artemis' blessing were all better shots than most demi-gods and it wasn't a matter of hitting or missing, but how far off the bullseye they were aiming for were they.

Zoë wasn't alone in her thoughts, for thousands of miles away in a cabin on Long Island Sound, a group of hunters and a Goddess were having the same thoughts as they listened to the announcer on the radio.

Zoë leans over in her seat towards the Headmaster, "Albus," she whispered, immediately catching the man's attention, for as long as Zoë had stayed at Hogwarts, he was always "Headmaster" or "Headmaster Dumbledore" out of respect for the man and his position, "There's something wrong here, is there a way for you to check the ward?" Zoë whispers urgently, causing the Headmaster to narrow his eyes, looking between the woman and the ward that was protecting the students.

"Yes," Dumbledore says with a carefully relaxed look on his face, "But not from here Lady Nightshade," he explains as he grips his wand harder.

"From where then?" Zoë asks and watches as Dumbledore's eyes shift to the middle of the arena with a pinched look on his face, "Why can you only do it from the arena!?" Zoë hisses harshly.

"Wards of the magnitude I have set up here needed to be connected to a ward stone buried in a ley line, Lady Nightshade, if I were to try to power it alone, no matter how impressive I may be, it would kill me," The Headmaster explains as his eyes flick back and forth searching for something, "But I confess, I do not see a reason for panic, is there something I'm not seeing or can't?" The Headmaster asks in a hushed voice, not turning away from the arena, watching Harry's display of Battle Magic with a bit of nostalgia in his eyes.

Before Zoë could explain, Kakaroff spoke up, "How is the boy moving that fast? Enhancement charms? Because he isn't Quick-Stepping," The man says with a frown watching Harry zip back and forth, dodging strikes from the Quetzal trying to eat him. Crouch narrows his eyes at the Arena before they flick to Zoë, questions turning in them.

"Why iz he not going for ze egg? It's almost like he wants to fight the Quetzal," Madama Maxine chimes in with a frown, "He waz informed zat he can not kill the dragon, non?" she asks, turning to look over at Zoë with a raised brow.

"I was not made aware of that rule," Zoë says carefully because she wasn't, but as she looks back at the arena, her heart almost stops as the tail of the Quetzal comes far too close to hit Harry, but he was able to jump over it just in the nick of time.

"I doubt the boy could do it anyway, it is more than likely that he won't be able to complete the task," Kakaroff says with a nasty smirk, "What he deserves for trying to sneak into the tournament for his betters," the man says dismissively, Zoë almost leaps out of her seat to assault Kakaroff for his remark, but is stop when she hears a new voice shout at the Headmaster from close by.

"Headmaster Dumbledore!" a familiar voice screams, "Headmaster Dumbledore! You have to stop this! Somethings not right!" Zoë turns to look at the bushy-headed girl who comes running up with a redheaded boy, both their faces painted with concern and fear, but before they could say anything, all their attention turns back to the arena when the crowd roars.

Harry had finally gotten the upper hand, the Quetzal had sunken into the ground as if the earth had been turned to mud and its wings were wrapped up in iron cords, the feathered serpent roared in anger as Harry collapsed to his knees, clutching his sternum, he seemed to be breathing heavily with sweat pouring down his face, he tries to stand but fails too, the spells exhausting him, he raises his hand and Zoë knows he was trying to call for his spear to end the hunt, but his eyes go wide as the Quetzal opens its mouth and breathes out a jet of golden flames, something Quetzals shouldn't be able to do.


The Stadium Stands, six minutes earlier.

When Harry steps out into the Arena, his face set in grim determination, Hermione could help but notice something, and that something was the silver and green scarf that hung around his neck. Her eyes widen and her jaw drops as she slowly turns her head to face the blonde haired purple-eyed girl behind her in surprise, looking at Daphne, Hermione could see the concern in her eyes, her hands gripping the edge of the bench in worry, her eyes on Harry, never leaving him.

"You?!" Hermione says in a shocked tone, catching Daphne's attention, the purple-eyed girl looks at her confused for a moment before smiling at Hermione.

"Me," Daphne says with the same smile before turning back to the arena as Tracey and Astoria giggle.

"Bit of a shock, innit?" Tracey asks with a grin, "We found them snogging outside the tent," she says with a laugh as Astoria nods with the biggest grin on her face.

"Tracey!" Daphne yells as she turns to glare at the girl in the beanie.

"What!?" Tracey says, putting her hands up, "We did!" she says with a goofy grin.

Hermione is still trying to process what she had just learned, Daphne Greengrass was snogging Harry, she had no idea how THAT had happened but resolved herself on learning just how right after she made up with Harry herself. Her attention is drawn back to the arena below as Ron yells "Harry, move it!" Harry was dodging the rapid strikes of a large black-scaled Quetzal before launching transfigured spears at the Dragon, two shattering across the body of the serpent before it moved swiftly to try and wrap itself around Harry. Harry tries to use transfigured walls to slow it down, but the Dragon just barrels through them before Harry is running from it again, before flourishing his wand at the rubble of the wands. Hermione narrows her eyes at the stones as they slowly float upwards and Harry maneuvers the serpent away from the raising stones so it couldn't see them.

"Blimey, he's fast," Tracey says from behind them, and Ron grunts but as Harry launches more spears at the Quetzal's underbelly after he had knocked it over with pillars that burst from the ground, Ron narrows his eyes.

"What the…" Ron mutters as the Dragon gets back up and roars in Anger before charging once more at Harry, "Why is he missing? That's not…" Ron trails off as he watches his best friend transfigure the earth into a wall of iron-tipped spikes before jumping to the side and dodging the Serpent once more before running from it once more, Harry jumps into the air, spinning as he does, sending more rubble airborne.

"Something isn't right," Ron says as Harry launches a few more spears to strike the dragon but misses two of them, and Hermione quickly catches on as well, Harry was missing with his spells, and Harry NEVER missed with a spell, if Harry wanted to hit something, moving target or not, he was going to hit it.

"What isn't right?" Tracey asks, looking between the two talking friends, "Other than a fourth-year trying to fight a big bloody white snake with rainbow wings, that is," she says before turning back to the arena, just in time to see Harry nail the Quetzal in the eye with a transfigured spear, not seeing Hermione's head snapping to her and her face turning white.

"Ron," Hermione whispers as she turns back to the redhead, "What color is the Quetzal?" she asks, grabbing his shoulder.

Ron turns to her confused, "White, why does that…" he trails off once again when he sees the horror on her face, "What? What is it?" He asks, starting to sound worried.

"We need to get to the Headmaster and Miss Nightshade, now," Hermione says, leaping out of her seat and taking off down the stairs, Ron only a few steps behind her.

"Hermione! What is it?!" Ron yells as he follows behind her.

"I don't think Harry is fighting what we see him fighting," Hermione says as she moves quickly to the Judges' box on the other side of the stadium, "You and Tracey see a white Quetzal, but I'm seeing a black one!" she tells Ron, "I think it's the Mist, someone is manipulating what we're seeing, that's why Harry keeps missing! Because whoever's doing doesn't know what he can do and is making it look realistic to anyone else who doesn't already know what Harry can do!" She yells at Ron in panic, Ron curses loudly, not really knowing what the Mist was but it was Hermione, and she rarely was ever wrong about something.


Harry Potter, The edge of the end

Harry had decided that if he survived this, he was going to give everyone who was running this tournament a piece of his mind, a rather angry piece of his mind because the Dragon was charging him again and it was bullshit on how quick it could move in a straight line. Harry runs forward at the Dragon, sliding under it as it opens its jaws to try and swallow him whole, Harry quickly rolls to the side as the dragon drops his whole weight down, trying to crush the boy who lived into jelly. Harry quickly jumps to his feet and takes the opportunity to cast another Saxum Columnae knocking the dragon onto its side as he runs by, jumping over the axe head of its tail, just avoiding being split in two.

"It has to be an illusion or the Mist, something like that, Zoë wouldn't have let this go on for so long if it was something she could see," Harry thinks to himself, for as much as he and Zoë fight, she wouldn't let him die on the base fact they were both children of Artemis in one way or another.

Harry's eyes drift upwards looking at the floating rubble looming over the arena near the top of the ward, and he decides that it was now or never as the dragon picks itself off the ground and turns to Harry. For as fast as the dragon was, its bulk made turning a long task, like a large truck it took time to turn, and Harry could use that.

"This is getting old Half-Blood, you can't win, just give up and I'll make it quick," the dragon growls out as its tail slams into the ground, splitting the earth with its power, "Nothing you can do can harm me, no magic can kill me, no armament you have can pierce my scales, and there is no way for you to stop the inevitable, by claw, fang, or fire, it matters not in the end," it says was it hunches down before leaping at Harry, claws extended, "YOU DIE HERE, HALF-BLOOD!"

Harry then does something incredibly brave, but very stupid. He charges the dragon, leaping into the air just before its massive clawed hand crashes into the earth, he runs up its arm as he points his wand at the earth below with a cry of "Saxum Capio Maximum!" Harry had no idea if the Maximum augmentation was going to work on the ensnaring earth spell, but he was running out of ideas on how to slow down and stop the Dragon, but as he feels his core burn as it pushes a massive amount of magic through it, he knew it would work and jumps from the dragon's body as the beast lands into the softened, mud-like earth, sinking into it as it had just dived into a pool.

Harry aims his jump perfectly, landing on the edge of the arena, away from the wide range of effect his spell has, rolling into his fall before popping up, he quickly turns to see the dragon fighting against the ensnaring earth spell, trying to turn around but it looked like he was swimming through a bog as the thick viscous earth clung to him making it difficult to turn or swim, and as the dragon's body sunk halfway Into the earth it spreads his wings to try and fly out, Harry points his wand to the floating rubble, quickly drawing a large circle in the air before bringing it down and flicking it off to the left he casts one of the higher tier Battle Magic spells McGonagall had shown him.

"Arcam Ex Wolframe aedificabo!" Harry yells and feels the core of his sternum burn to the point he almost vomits, but watches as the rubble floating above falls down on the dragon's wings, wrapping around the front two and encasing them in a metal almost three times more dense than iron, meaning it was three times heavier, and Harry watches with a smile as the wings crash into the bog like earth as the dragon roars in rage.

"YOU DARE!? YOU PATHETIC HALF-BLOOD! YOU WOULD TAKE MY WINGS FROM ME! FROM FÁFNIR THE KING OF GREED! I WILL BURN ALL THAT YOU HOLD DEAR, I WILL TAKE YOUR LIFE, STEAL YOUR RICHES!" The dragon Fáfnir roars just before it fully turns to Harry, having a much harder time moving thanks to its wings weighed down by the Tungsten coffin encasing its front wings.

"Re-Reverte!" Harry cries out, sweeping his wand across the field, he stumbles over his words as he drops to his knees, the burning in his sternum getting much worse, his hands shaking as he tries to stand but can't due to the pain. But his plan had worked, the Dragon Fáfnir was now stuck in the earth, all four limbs under the ground, two wings useless, Harry watches as the great dragon struggles to rip himself free but while the ground splits and shakes, but the dragon remains stuck fast.

Harry raises his free hand, he could feel the tendril of magic that connects him to his spear, he tries to pull on it, to call to it, but his core is on fire refusing to process more magic. He takes a breath trying to smother the fire in his chest, and as he feels the burning slowly subside and was about to try again, Fáfnir raises his head and takes a deep breath, and Harry watches gold light fill his throat before the dragon lets out a roar as the sound of a jet turbine kicking up fill the Arena and Golden fire fills Harry's field of vision.

Harry's eyes widen in fear as he casts the first spell that comes to mind, "Glacius Scutum!" and as eight shields of blue ice twist themselves into existence, Harry does throw up this time as he feels a pop in his sternum and feels his core spill magma into his veins just before the golden fire hits the shield wall and destroys two of the eight shields on contact. Harry could feel the heat and the force behind the dragon's fire, the raw rage, and desperation to kill him behind it, and as the third and fourth shields shatter, Harry knows he can't keep his spell going for long, and as soon as it falls, he is going to die.


The Judges Box

Moontide was drawn before most people could blink, and Zoë was leaping down to the stands below the Judges' box before almost all the Judges could process what was happening.

"Albus!" Zoë screams as she lands on her feet with the grace of a cat, "Open the Champions entrance now!" she screams as she runs to the stairs that lead down into the champions' tent. There is a flicker of movement and Dumbledore was beside her in a Quick-Step, running beside her, Zoë vaguely notes the two children behind her screaming but she doesn't care as she and Albus take the stairs three at a time.

The other three champions jump as the see Albus and Zoë charge into the, and with a sweep of his wand Dumbledore vanishes the thin tent wall separating the Champions and the arena before flicking his wand at the ward, but nothing happens, he tries again, but still nothing.

"Albus, open it!" Zoë orders, Moontide gripped in her hand as he eyes looked past the ward to see the golden flame swallowing Harry's shield, her heart sinking into her gut, "Now Albus!" she yells in panic.

"The ward has been hijacked somehow, everyone stand back, I will have to force our way through," Dumbledore states calmly, betraying the panic he feels growing in his chest.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, what the he-" Angelina tries to ask but is quieted by Zoë yelling at her to stay back as Dumbledore raises his wand, and not a single person in the room didn't flinch at the sheer power that the Headmaster brought to bear as he jabs his wand forward and with a Crack! The smell of ozone floods the room as lightning strikes the ward as if Dumbledore was Zeus himself.


The stadium stands.

"Badb! Have you lost your mind!?" Anand screams at her sister as she stands, her head looking back and forth between the arena and the ancient crone calmly sitting down and watching Harry fight for his life, "If the boy dies, that's it, we lost the best chance we've had in almost two thousand years to release the Queen!" Anand yells.

"We don't even know if the boy is the one," The crone says, unbothered by her sister's screams, "What's the harm with one little test, hmm? You can't see if he's the one or not, and I want to see what the boy can do," the Hag cackles at the end.

"Little test?! How in the bloody hell is Fáfnir a Little Test!?" Macha yells, before pointing at the dragon in the arena, "Or have you forgotten that Fáfnir can't be killed without Gram!?" The maiden's high screech sets the Crone's face into a dark scowl.

"No, you stupid little brat, his scales can't be pierced by anything but Gram, not killed," Badb spits out as she turns to her youngest sister with a glare from her milky white eyes, "There is more than one way that you can kill something and the boy reeks of death," the crone says as Macha begins to scream at her again, while Anand reaches out tugging at the strings of fate, trying to read them, to see if Harry dies, but no matter which thread she follows it always shows her the same thing, a Castle of Crystal and Glass, of a Land of Shadows and Death, and of Blood-Red eyes looking over the boy as he, ...as he,...

"Oh," Anand says, her jaw-dropping and she sits down in shock as her sisters turn and look at her oddly.

"What is it?! What did you see!? Does he die!?" Macha says, demanding answers, but before Anand can say a thing, all three turn their heads at the sound of something impacting the ward, sending cracks running through it, as a red glowing spear begins to push its way through.


Harry Potter, in the golden flames.

The fifth and sixth shields shatter under the blaze of dragon fire, and darkness creeps along the edge of his vision, Harry was sure this was it as he knelt, trying to keep the last two of the icy shields from shattering with stubborn will power alone, but he knows it won't be long till they too fall. He racks his mind trying to think of a way out of this, to survive by the skin of his teeth once again, but he can feel the encroaching heat baking and burning his face and desperately wishes the moon was out, it may be waxing but the full moon was over a week ago, he would still get a boost from it, and he could use it to stop the raging inferno in his sternum.

"a phrase called Lunar-Synchronise," Hermione had said in the woods, sadness, and regret in her eyes.

"You must call it out Graeca, it's in you, all you need to do is tap into it," His Teacher says, lecturing him on how to call out his blessing of swift death.

"We are the Hunt, and the Hunt is us," the girl with amber eyes explains to him on the night of the full moon, when dread descended upon him and the one who had cared for him enough to wrap him in the only hope he had left, the same one he wore now, "And we are prey to nothing and no one!"

And so, Harry closes his eyes, digging deep into his soul, looking for the light of his last blessing.

Past The Hunt that always prowled ever ready in the back of his mind to be fed its due meal.

Past Swift Death, always so quiet and eager to help him when called upon.

Deeper and deeper into himself till it feels like he's drowning in an ocean of shadows, a pinprick of a reflection forever out of reach, dooming him to drown in his own soul or burning to ash by golden fire.

"Hmm?"

"What do we have here?"

"You're not one of mine,"

"Oh! I see, you're HER son,"

"Hmm, it's a surprise to feel you here, I didn't think you would inherit this,"

"Hmm,..."

"Yes, I suppose,"

"From one Moon Goddess to the son of another,"

"I guess I can give you a hint,"

"It doesn't like to be bothered all that much, you're fighting to get to it, and it's gentle in nature, so you're scaring it, just…"

"Relax,"

"Relax, reach serenity, and let the tides take you,"

"It will do the rest,"

And Harry listens, he stops his frantic struggle to break the surface, and his muscles loosen as he feels the tide push and pull him, as it was gently rocking him to sleep, he feels himself tilt up, being pulled, watching the small pinprick coming closer and closer till finally, he breaks the surface of the ocean of fathomless depths floating on his back, gazing at the Moon as the Moon gazes back at him.

Harry's eyes snap back open as the seventh shield shatters in the dragon's fire, no longer emerald green nor was it the golden-yellow of The Hunt, his eyes now reflected the silver of the Moon and he feels the inferno in his sternum get snuffed out as the mystery of the Divine Domain of the Moon reinforced his core.

"Glacius Phalanx Maximum!" Harry cries and the shields of ice are reinforced by a hundred more, as once again Harry thrusts out his free hand, grasping at the thread of magic that connected him to his spear and orders it with all his stubborn willpower to heed his call, to punch through anything and everything to get to him, and the spear answers him. Harry feels it strike the ward, but with a hard yank of his magic, it rips through the ward like wet tissue paper, sending the ward crashing down like a house of cards as he stands back to his feet. Harry doesn't hear the cheers of the crowd turn to horrified screams as they gaze upon Fáfnir's form before they start to rush to the exits, all he sees is the golden flame of the dragon's fire finally dying down as his spear finally jumps to his hand.

No longer silver and sleek, made to enter and exit a prey with precision, to get the cleanest kill possible. No, it now had a reddish sheen to it, and the edges of the blade were serrated, barbed, and hooked with only five inches at the tip still smooth metal, in the middle of the blade, where once sat the image of the full moon was now two triangles meeting at the tip over the circle.

As the Fafnir stops its blazing breath, his eyes widen at the boy still standing, his face set in grim determination, and as the great dragon tilts his head to take another breath to continue its blaze, the boy charges with a war cry.

Harry bends his knees and calls upon The Hunt in its full power, he can hear Zoë screaming his name, telling him to get back, but as the Hunt floods him with power he grits his teeth, He was ending this hunt here and Now! So, with a scream, he pushes forward, running as fast as he could pushing almost to the speed that surpassed Atalanta, and slams his feet into Fáfnir's face, drawing back his spear to plunge into the Dragon's eye, and Fáfnir does the only thing it could think of, the great beast tosses its head back, trying to launch the Demi-God who just used his face as a stepping mat into the air. But at Fáfnir's apex, Harry kicks off the dragon, throwing himself higher into the air, and watches as the dragon wrenches one of its arms free, extending his body and next to swallow Harry whole.

"IT'S OVER HALF-BLOOD! YOU DIE NOW!" Fáfnir roars.

"and you are to remind the Draoidh why they once venerated the Gods," Scáthach says, her blood-red eyes burning with power.

"How am I going to do that?" Harry asks.

Scáthach smiles at him softly before saying, "With a perfect, peerless, strike of a spear, Graeca,"

Gáe! Harry screams at the top of his lungs, and a malevolent red aura bursts from his spear. It surrounds it like a burning flame, before it refines itself, extending out into hungry thorny vines that extend out, seeking the closest mortal life to snuff out.


The Stadium Stands.

It started at the base of the spine, a chill that crawled upwards, even in the blind panic of the students running from the terrifying sight of the Dragon, all felt it, but few knew what it was as it left goosebumps on the arms, leaving the knowledge of a Promised End in the back of their minds.

A bushy-headed girl who clings to a redhead boy watching her best friend flying into the air feels her jaw drop.

Another boy with mismatched eyes stops as he watches in disbelief as the boy in the silver jacket calls out the name of a curse only known to two beings, now three.

A purple-eyed girl covers her mouth and watches with horror as the danger she had gotten entangled with draws back a glowing red spear.

A Maiden and a Crone's eyes widen, as a mother starts to laugh, glad to be able to see the boy raise, just as she had told him he would.

An odd girl who smelt of bubblegum feels her jaw drop and her eyes widen as she feels the pulse of the strongest dark magic she has ever felt pass through her, all coming off from the quiet sad boy with pretty eyes.

Amber eyes widened in shock.

Blood-red eyes sparkle with pride.

{Fathomless Black Eyes} twinkle with a mad glee.


The curse flairs out, digging into Harry's arm, crawling up to his shoulder, seeking his heart, but Harry just grips his spear harder. He was no longer the scared boy hiding in his cupboard, he was no longer a useless waste of space that his Uncle Vernon had called him for years, and he was no longer the broken and unwanted freak that no one had loved.

"I am Harry Potter, The Heir to the Hunt, and I am prey to no one and nothing! Not even some stupid curse!"

BULG!

And the boy who lived let fly the spear that would never fail to strike the heart, right down the maw of Fáfnir.

The spear tears through Fáfnir at incredible speed, Goring, tearing, and rending the insides of the dragon before piercing the beating heart of the beast with enough force to strike his body back down to the earth before injecting the Divine Domain of Death into the heart and delivering it a swift end.

Fáfnir was dead before it even hit the dirt, not even getting a dying gasp.

From Fáfnir's corpse, silver thorns begin to tear it apart, crushing organs, ripping limbs from the body, and wrapping it in a garden of thorns, spilling Fáfnirs golden blood across the earth as the curse consumes the dragon's heart. Harry falls, landing on the growing vines of silver thorns, bending his knees as he lands on the body of his fallen prey just as the buds of flowers bloom across the mutilated corpse, and as Harry stands from his landing, he couldn't keep the grin off his face as the Hunt roared in his head a shiver of pleasure slides down Harry's back and as the Hunt fed well upon the offering, Moon Lilies bloom across the body of the fallen Dragon.


The Chariot

A boy in a silver jacket raises above a dragon made from shadows and gold with a blood-red spear pulled back and ready to be thrown as the full moon hangs in the sky being pulled by a chariot led by twelve golden stags.


Chapter, fucking, done!

Did you have an orgasm, because I had one writing, because holy fuck! It took almost 8 months to get here but Harry FINALLY uses Gáe Bulg!

I have been planning this since Scáthach entered the picture! The foreshadowing was everywhere! Finally, we get to this point!

Harry uses his teacher's ultimate spear technique! Her feat of arms that had killed a god!

Who was that during the moon part? Oh, she'll show up much later on.

Next chapter is the aftermath of all this, im sure I could go on a huge rant, but ill save that for the next chapter, also, there is something special for all my fellow Fate fans at the end of this, enjoy!

Kingsaxcul, Out!


Harry Potter Servant stats:

Name: Harry Potter (The boy who lived, the man who conquered, The heir to the hunt, *Story Locked, *Story Locked.)

Class: Lancer

Alternate classes: Archer, Caster, Assassin.

Parameters :

Strength: E(Plus plus)

Agility: A(Plus plus)~EX)

Luck: E-

Mana: B(Plus)~EX)

Endurance: B(Plus Plus)~EX)

Noble Phantasm: A(~EX)

Class skills:

Magical Resistance: C(~EX)

Cancel spells with a chant below two verses. Cannot defend against magecraft on the level of greater magecraft and Greater Rituals.

Personal skills:

Divinity: E(~EX)

While Harry Potter was born a Demigod, due to events of his childhood led him to reject honoring any gods or forms of prayer which caused the ranking of this personal skill to drop by a great degree. At such a low rank it gives no benefits that it normally would to other demigods.

Riding: B

Most vehicles and animals can be handled with above-average skill, even vehicles that did not exist in the time period one was alive in, for they are no exception. However, cannot ride the likes of Phantasmal Species such as Monstrous Beasts.

Mantling: EX

Being born with both a magical and divine core allows Harry to "Mantle" a Divine spirit, while Harry must be willing to do it, the Divine Spirit can be forced if certain requirements are met, if Harry Mantles his Ranks in Divinity, Mana, Endurance, Agility, and Magical Resistance all increase exponentially.

Affection of the Goddesses: A

During Harry's Life, he had loved and was loved by many close to him, but there are three that stand out the most, however. Those are his Teacher's love for him as her student(Scáthach), his Divine mother's love for him(Artemis), and the love of the being that walked in his shadow{Fathomless Black Eyes}. Due to this, Harry is allowed to wield their power freely, giving him access to personal skills and Noble Phantasms he wouldn't normally be able to use. (Gáe Bolg, Blessings of Artemis, {Fathomless Black Eyes})

Master of Death: -

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The Blessings of Artemis: B~A

This personal skill has been engrained into Harry since his birth and trained to a deadly degree to use throughout Harry's life, this Skill works as (Eye of the Mind(False): B, Mystic Eyes of Death Perception: A, and Mystic-Slayer: B) all rolled into one, along with increasing his parameters in Strength, Agility, and Endurance by two ranks, though it comes with a downside. The longer Harry fights, the harder he will become to control to the point where a master has to use a command seal to either calm him down, make him retreat, or order Harry to kill himself.

Noble Phantasms:

Gáe Bolg(Barbed Spear that Hunts with Death): B(Plus)

Type: Anti-Unit

Range: 2~50 meters

Number of targets: 1

The Barbed Spear that Hunts with a Promised Death) is Harry's ultimate spear technique and feat of arms passed down to him by his teacher Scáthach, while closer to the original technique than the only other student to who Scáthach passes this feat of arms on to, it also differs from it as well. The feat of arms has three effects, first, when the true name is released the curse in the spear pulses out and all magic in the air freezes within 5 meters(16 feet) of Harry, no magic can be cast and causes all already cast spells to stop in midair, but once the curse is active Harry must finish it or else cause the curse to backlash on to him. Second, once the full name is said and the curse is active, Harry chooses one target within range and throws the spear, using his "Blessing of Instant Death" he pinpoints the heart of the target for the spear to track, once released from his hand, the spear will not stop until it claims the heart of Harry's prey, so long as Harry feeds magic to the curse it will punch through walls and shred through any spell to do so. The third effect is, once the spear pierces the heart, it injects the true curse into the body of the prey causing thorns made of silver to sprout in the body and take root, they grow throughout quickly, tearing the body apart, wrapping around and puncturing organs, until they bloom into Moon Liles that sprout from the ruined body.

This is Harry's "one shot one kill" technique and one of the reasons he had earned the nickname *Story Locked.

, The Bow : -

Story locked.

{Fathomless Black Eyes}: -

Story locked.