Welcome one and welcome all, to the final chapter of "The Heir and the Champions" and I've got to say, it's been a wild ass ride. We broke 1k each of likes, follows, and comments and I can't believe that you guys have enjoyed my story so much so far. So, I want to thank each and every single one of you for following along.

Can you guys believe that it's almost been a year since I started writing this story and writing in general?

Anyway, in this chapter we will be seeing Harry talking to a few people, learning about his destiny, saying goodbye one more time before going to a home that finally wants him.

On with the show!


Harry Potter.

"The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches, born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies, …" the spectral form of Professor Trelawney says in the same flat tone she had spoken to Harry almost a year ago.

"This prophecy was given to me a few months before your birth when I was interviewing for the divination position here at Hogwarts Almost fifteen years ago," Dumbledore says as Harry looks up at him, he was seated at his desk with a large stone bowl placed on it, a Pensieve, the Headmaster had called it, "I had hoped to keep this from you for many more years, for this is nothing more than a burden, and a heavy one at that, to put on the shoulders of a child," he says with a sigh.

"But with Voldemort's return and the reminder that no matter how you look, you are not a child, I have relented to your mother's Council," Dumbledore says, nodding over to Artemis standing by the window and looking out over the grounds in the early morning light, not saying a word.

"It speaks of a child that was born at the end of July that would have the power to defeat Voldemort, and that child would be born to those who had defied him three times," Dumbledore says, looking at the frozen image of Trelawney in the Pensieve.

"Me," Harry says from his seat across from the Headmaster, "With my mom and dad being the ones to defy him," he says sadly.

"Not exactly, Harry," Dumbledore says, causing Harry to look up at him confused, "When this Prophecy was given there were two sets of parents that were expecting a child at the end of July that had each defied him three times, one being yourself, Lily, and James, the others would be your dorm mate Neville Longbottom, and his parents, Alice and Frank," he tells Harry, much to the boy's shock.


"So, you believe me?" Harry asks, sounding nervous and unsure if should have even asked, but as he looks down at the head of blond hair resting on his chest, he sees it nod.

"I do," Daphne says softly without looking up at him, "I know you wouldn't lie about something like this," she says as Harry feels her arms wrapped around him and grip him harder. They were in one of the unused classrooms that they had met up in time and time again, Harry had transferred a few of the desks in the room together to make a comfortable couch they could sit and lay on.

"Are you going to be okay?" Harry asks, once again unsure of the answer Daphne may give him, because he didn't even know what he meant by it. Would she be okay in the Slytherin dorms? Would she still be okay dating him knowing he's going to be a target? Would her parents and little sister be okay?

"I don't know," Daphne admits, finally looking at him as they snuggled on the couch, "My mother was a target in the last war thanks to her being muggleborn, they tried to persuade my father to join them because of his gold and connections, he didn't of course," she says biting her lip in worry, "But last time he didn't have me, my mother, and Astoria to lose," she admits before laying her head back down on his chest. Harry begins to stroke her hair absentmindedly in thought with a frown forming on his face.

"Sirius said he won't be active yet, that more than likely he'll be busy gathering followers and dark creatures to rebuild his power base," Harry says, thinking of his Godfather, who had left right after breakfast to head to Gringotts to cut off access to the Black Family Vault from Narcissa, she would be able to withdraw any more Galleons from it, and to also disinherit Bellatrix Lestrange just to be sure, "So we have some time before he makes his first move, Dumbledore has this group that fought against him in the last war and they'll be using this time to do the same," Harry tells Daphne, and he feels her nod against his chest.

"And what about you?" Daphne asks in a small, scared voice and Harry frowns. He knew what she was asking, would he fight as well? The answer from Harry would have been an immediate yes a few days ago, but after his talk in the Headmaster's office and how badly he was beaten in the graveyard, it had put things into perspective for him.

"I won't be fighting," Harry says and hears a sigh of relief from Daphne, "The Headmaster wants me to finish school before I do anything that involves the war, he knows that I'm a part of it, but he's hoping to keep me away from it all for at least a few more years," Harry tells her and feels Daphne nod again, he doesn't tell her how much he disliked it, or how much he hated that Sirius agreed with Dumbledore with keeping him away from the front lines.

"That's good," Daphne whispers as Harry continues to stroke her hair, "What are you doing during the summer?" She asks, hoping to change the subject.

"Nothing much," Harry says, taking a deep breath, "Going to America for a few weeks at the very least," he informs her.

"America?" Daphne asks, looking up at him with a confused look, "Why America?" she asks.

"Well, ah, the-the Hunters are from America, and the leader wants me to go over there for a few weeks to help out with them," Harry explains, hoping not to get into details.

"And Sirius is letting you?" Daphne asks, and Harry nods.

"Yeah, he and Remus are planning for a small vacation afterwards, a week or two in Florida," Harry says with a shrug, he was looking forward to it, the only downside was the possibility of monster attacks, but between him, Sirius, Remus, and Atalanta, who was going with them, Harry was sure they could handle it.

"What about-" Daphne begins to ask, but stops short before putting her head back down on his chest as she murmurs "Nevermind".

"What about what?" Harry asks curiously. It wasn't like Daphne to stop a question short, she was always so calculated when it came to what she wanted to ask.

Daphne is quiet for a moment, "What about your family that you were staying with before?" she asks in a whisper, "Won't they miss you?"

Harry freezes, his heart skipping a beat as a bolt of fear shoots through his mind and down his spine at the mention of the Dursleys, he closes his eyes as he balls his hands and reminds himself that he wasn't going back, that he was Never going back again.

Harry lets out a breath, shaking a bit as he does, "They won't miss me," he says stiffly.

"I'm sorry, Gra-Hermione told me not to pry into your home life," Daphne says, and Harry nods, that sounded like something Hermione would do. Harry is quiet for a long moment, looking at the ceiling above them, his eyes looking into the past that he wished he couldn't remember before taking a deep breath as he decides on what to do.

"For as long as I could remember, and until my eleventh birthday, I was forced to sleep in a cupboard under the stairs by the people I used to live with," Harry tells Daphne, finally ready to open up to someone.


"...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not…" The ghostly image of Professor Trelawney says before the Headmaster freezes the image once more with a wave of his wand before looking over at Harry.

"Voldemort has only heard the first part of the prophecy thanks to a death eater being in the right place at the wrong time, and in his desire to never have his power questioned he acted on it," Dumbledore says, leaning back in his chair, steepling his hands in front of him, "What he never realize is that by acting upon it, he created a self-fulfilling prophecy by giving you that scar, my boy," he tells Harry with a frown.

"So, if he had never acted on it, he would have won?" Harry asks and watches Dumbledore nod his head, but it was Artemis that spoke.

"Most mortals when they hear about their doom, will try to stop the events they believe that will come to pass by removing that which they believe threatens them, and more often or not, cause the prophecy to come to pass with those actions," Artemis says, not looking back towards her son or the Headmaster, "Atalanta was one such person, she was told by the Oracle of Delphi that marriage would lead to her downfall, so she had sworn herself to me and in doing so scorned Aphrodite, and, well you know how that story ends," she tells Harry who was looking over to her before nodding and turning back to the Headmaster.

"And I'm guessing the "Power the Dark Lord knows not" is the whole Demigod thing?" Harry asks the Headmaster.

"It could be, yes," Dumbledore says with a nod of his head, "For the longest time I had turned that particular detail around in my head and I am now more sure than before that the power it spoke about, is your mothers love, Lily's love for you, to be specific," The Headmaster says with a small smile.

Harry and Artemis both looked at him gobsmacked, unsure if they had both heard him say that, "Really?" Harry asked, "My mother's love?" he says, not sounding as if he believed it himself.

"Yes," Dumbledore says, reaffirming his belief, "Was it not Lily's sacrifice that night, one made out of love, that left you with that scar while Voldemort was torn from his body?" He asks, tilting his head back, "Was it not her love that continued in your first year here and protected you from Voldemort once more?" Dumbledore asks.

"But it doesn't matter anymore, He can touch me now, he found a bypass," Harry tells the Headmaster, who merely chuckles at Harry's words.

"And was it not Lily's wand that had awaked when you needed it the most?" the Headmaster asks, stopping Harry short, because, to a point, he was right, "But do not take my theory and conjecture for a fact, my boy, I have been wrong about a great many things in my life, and this may be one of them," he says to Harry with a nod.


Harry was on the hunt, which would normally be a very dangerous situation for anyone on the other end, but in this case, Harry was only looking to talk. Thanks to the Marauder's map he was able to find his prey quickly, he turns around the corner of one of the bookshelves in the Library to find them, standing with their arms crossed and a pitched look of frustration on their face as his mismatched eyes travel across the spines of each of the books.

"Theodore," Harry says, causing the boy to turn to him, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Harry," Theodore says back in greeting, "How are you doing?" he asks in a polite tone of voice.

"I'm Fine," Harry answers automatically, before sighing and rubbing his forehead, "Okay, not-not that fine, but, ah, I was hoping to, ah, talk to you about something," Harry tells him, causing Theodore to raise a brow at him in question.

"Sure," Theodore says, uncrossing his arms and slipping his hands into his trouser pockets, "What's up?" he asks.

Harry looks around for a moment seeing the other students wandering the stacks and shelves of the library before looking back to Theodore, "Let's go somewhere no one else can hear us," Harry tells him, causing Theodore to blink in surprise.

"Do you have any idea how off-putting the idea of going anywhere alone with you is?" Theodore says with a half smile as Harry just looks at him confused, seeing this Theodore rolls his eyes before gesturing Harry to lead on. Harry leads him out of the library and down the hall before getting to an empty classroom and shutting the door behind the two before casting a silencing charm on the door just in case.

Harry turns to Theodore as he stows his wand and the other boy sits on a desk, "So, what's up, Harry?" the mismatched eye boy asks, sounding a bit curious.

"Okay, so you know about what happened at the end of the third task, right?" Harry asks, and Theodore slowly nods.

"I know what you said had happened," Theodore says, looking at Harry cautiously.

"What? Don't believe me?" Harry asks, a bit of an edge to his tone, but Theodore holds up a hand to stop Harry from going on a mad rant.

"It's not that Harry, I may have faith, but I still like to see evidence to your claim before I hope on board of that express," he tells the Boy who lived.

"What? Was me showing up beaten half to death not convincing enough?" Harry asks, his tone getting harder as he speaks.

"Harry," Theodore says with a sigh before rubbing his temple, "Let's be honest here, you getting hurt at the end of the year and spending a few nights in the hospital wing isn't exactly out of the ordinary by now," he says in a flat voice before looking back at Harry, who paused, because Theodore did have a point with that, "And I'm also not saying I don't believe you, I'm saying as soon as I see evidence of your claim, I'll jump aboard because if what you said is true, I'm sure one of my dad's old friends is going to show up at my home asking me to help back Voldemort sooner or later," Theodore says, watching Harry's face set into a grim, hard, and angry look that Theodore didn't want to be on the receiving end of on his best day.

Harry sighs before rubbing his face with both hands and looking back at Theodore, "Okay, whatever, that's not what I want to talk to you about anyway," Harry says, irritation coloring his tone, "That night, it wasn't just Voldemort that came back," Harry says, causing Theodore to raise a brow at the boy, "Does the name The Morrígan or The Dagda, mean anything to you?" Harry asks, watching as Theodore's eyes grow wide and he begins to turn pale.

"Yeah, thought so," Harry mumbles, "So, it started last summer when I was out in London with someone, …" Harry begins and recites the tale of meeting Anand, and Macha in the Hedge, how they and Badb showed up at the graveyard to unsealed The Morrígan and how she, in turn, showed up to help her unseal the Dagda. By the end of the story, Theodore was looking at the floor with a distant look on his face, but before long he spoke.

"When I was young," he begins, his tone soft and full of melancholy, "My mother used to sit under the wych-elm in our keep with me and tell me stories of the gods, how they came to the isles, the battles they fought, and the heroes of them," he says softly, "From the first king of the Tuatha Dé, Nuada Airgetlám, to the last known one in Lugh the Long-Arm, she told me we were the last descendants of them and it was up to us to keep the isles until the day they returned," he lets out a small laugh, "And it seems that that time has come at last," he says under his breath with a small smile.

"You believe me about this, but not Voldemort?" Harry asks, a little put out by it until Theodore looks up at him.

"It's because you have proof of them, Harry," Theodore says, "You carry the Gaé Bolg, and there's only one person you could have got that from," he says with a knowing look at Harry as he grips Serpent-hunter in his jacket pocket, "I'm honestly surprised she hasn't returned yet," Theodore says giving Harry a look of expectations.

Harry looks back, his face set in cold determination, "She will come back, if she isn't out by September, I'll release her myself," he says with conviction to Theodore's surprise.

"I'm a bit shocked to hear that, you do know what would happen if you do that, what would happen to Dumbledore?" Theodore asks Harry, and the boy who lived just nods once.

"Don't get me wrong, I like Dumbledore, as crazy as he is, but I refuse to let my Teacher be stuck beyond the gate any longer," Harry says in a hard voice that spoke the experience of how much he understood her pain, "I gave her hope for freedom, and I will see that hope come true," he tells Theodore because he knows what it was like to be locked away in the dark, in a place where you never wanted to be, that had only caused suffering for those locked within, "I am her Herald after all," Harry says with a smile.


"...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…The one with the power to Vanquish the Dark Lord is born as the seventh month dies…" The ghost locked in the memory of the past says once before flickering and fading back into the bowl on the desk as Dumbledore looks at Harry with sad eyes.

"So it does come down to me or him, huh?" Harry asks, looking up at the Headmaster who nods grimly.

"I'm afraid it does, Harry," the old man says sadly, "This part of the prophecy speaks of you and him locked in battle until one of you succeeds in killing the other," He says with a sigh, "As I said, I had hoped to keep this from you, to let you have a childhood and to enjoy the carefree and peaceful days of your youth until after you graduated, where I would have shared this with you and offered you an apprenticeship under me," He tells Harry, causing the boy to blink at him in surprised.

"Ah, thank you?" Harry says, feeling a bit overwhelmed to be offered an apprenticeship under one of the greatest wizards to ever lived, "Does that mean you'll be offering it earlier than planned?" Harry asks.

But Dumbledore shakes his head, "No, Harry, for much I have and want to teach you needs a basic understanding of magic one can only get from a full seven years at Hogwarts," Dumbledore tells him, "But if the upcoming war last that long, then yes, the offer will be on the table," he tells Harry with a nod of his head.

"Do you think it will last that long?" Harry asks the Headmaster.

"I am, at the time, unsure how long it will last," Dumbledore tells him truthfully, "With the Ministry denying Voldemort's return, and Voldemort free for the moment to recruit and build up his power and influence once more and for as long as he wishes, I do not know how long before he makes his first move in the public eye unless we drag him from the shadows he is so fond of," he tells Harry with a frown.

Harry frowns as well, problems seem to keep stacking up with Voldemort and the Dé Danann so much so that Dumbledore doesn't seem sure of what to tackle first.

"There is also the matter of the-" Artemis begins to say but stops short as both the Headmaster and Harry turn to look at her, her eyes widened and her mouth opening and closing as she tried to speak but no words were coming out. A brief flash of anger crosses her face before she takes a deep breath through her nose and her face goes blank once more, "There is also the matter of my hunters I will be leaving here to help, Albus," she says looking to the elderly Headmaster who's eyes were narrowed at her.

"I believe…" Dumbledore says slowly, "That Sirius had left word of helping out with that," he says, the curious look on his face never leaving, "To quote him, Any sister of Harry's is already an honorary goddaughter of his and he would be more than happy to have them over at his home," he tells Artemis who just shakes her head at the Guard dogs words.


Harry Potter found himself sitting outside with Ron watching over Krum and Hermione saying goodbye to one another in some semblance of privacy a little ways off, Hermione was doing the thing where she was speaking with her hands animatedly and Krum was nodding along with a fond smile on his face.

Ron, sitting on the low stone wall next to Harry, leans over and whispers, "If she starts crying, we're gonna kick his arse, right?" he asks, making Harry grin.

"Oh, yes, will bury him in the woods if we need to," Harry says before looking over to Ron who had a matching grin, both nodding to each other completely serious. As they wait for their friend, another person joins them, leaning over the wall on the other side of Harry.

"Oi, you two are not planning a murder are ya?" Angelina asks, looking at the two younger boys with a grin.

"I don't think we should answer that one, Mate," Ron says with a grin and looks at Harry who was busy stroking his chin in thought.

"Maybe not bury him, we could feed him to the Giant Squid," Harry says out loud causing the other two Gryffindors to laugh loudly before Harry turns to his Captain, "What's up Angelina?" he asks as she calms herself down.

"Nothing much, Harry, just wanted to turn something over to you," She says with a knowing smirk before handing Harry something heavy and bound up in silk and leather, "The Sword of Peleus, wrapped and ready to be sent off," she says with a smile as Harry looks back at her oddly.

"Are you sure?" Harry asks, taking the wrapped blade, "Could come in Handy in the future," he tells her with a raised brow, Angeline was one of the first who believed him when he told them Voldemort had returned.

"I'm sure Harry," Angelina says with a nod, "That thing is dangerous and highly addictive, to be honest, it was like riding a rampaging hippogriff when I was using it," she admits with a small frown, "Don't know how you do it honestly,"

Harry frowns as well, both Atalanta and Artemis had told him about his eyes, whatever he had done in the graveyard had bypassed Artemis' blessing and drawn out the Hunt in its purest form and he had somehow come out the other end with his mind in tacked and not foaming at the mouth Hunt-mad maniac as he should have been. Harry quickly shrugs when he looks back at his captain, "Used to it I guess," he tells her, but Angelina still frowns at him before moving her head as Hermione and Krum begin to walk back over to them.

As they make it to Harry, Ron, and Angelina, the Captain hops down from the wall and sticks out her hand to Krum, "Pleasure meeting and beating, Victor," she says with a genuine smile as Krum takes her hand.

"Da, the pleasure is also mine," he says with a smile as he shakes her hand before they broke apart, and Krum turns to Harry, putting his hand out, "I hope to see you in the air another time, Harry," he says before Harry takes his hand and shakes it.

"You guys gonna be okay taking the ship back without Kakaroff?" Harry asks, the Drumstrange Headmaster had all but vanished the night of the third task, Dragging Delphini with him for some odd reason. Harry was worried about the strange girl who smelt like bubblegum and hoped she was okay.

"Da, we did all the sailing on the way here, he stayed in the cabin, we will be fine," Krum said with a shrug and Harry nodded at his words as they let go of each other's hands.

"I just hope Delphini is okay," Harry tells the older boy before watching him frown at him and raising his brow.

"I did not know you were, how you say, friendly, with Delphini," Krum says inquisitively while crossing his arms, the frown never leaving his face.

"Something wrong with that?" Harry asks, slipping his hands into his pockets.

"No, I just find it odd, She never told you her last name, did she?" Krum asks, and when Harry frowns and thinks about it he realizes she never did, so he shakes his head, "Delphini's last name is Lastrange, and she is considered the darkest witch at Drumstrange by the rest of the students, including me," Krum says, causing Ron and Hermione to gasp as Harry's eyes widen.

But before Harry could say another word, he hears the Hunt growl in his mind as something heavy lands on his back, he hears the voice of a little girl yell, "Du sang pour le dieu du sang!" right before something jabs him in the side, trying to Pierce his dragonhide leather jacket, but only making him grunt in pain.

"oft! Hello Gabbie," Harry groans out as the weight settles on his back and humps in disappointment as another voice giggles and everyone turns to see Fleur Delacour occupying the spot where Angelina once sat.

"Hopefully, you all weren't saying goodbye without little old me," Fleur says with a smile as sweet as Honey, as Hermione, Ron, and Angelina glare at the wily half-fae.

"We were trying too," Angelina mumbles as Fleur just grins at her.

"Well, pardon me for intruding on such a heartfelt goodbye, but I felt the need to do the same with my fellow champions," Fleur says with a grin as she hops off the low wall and walks over to pick Gabriella off of Harry and sets her on the ground before turning back to them, "It was a pleasure and an honor to compete against you all, especially you, little 'arry," she says with a grin as she turns to Harry.

Harry scoffs, "Is that what you call trying to kill each other and failing?" Harry says with a small grin of his own.

"The best sport is a blood sport, little hunter," she says with a mad twinkle in her eye, Harry just huffs out a laugh before shaking his head at her and sighing and steeling himself for what he was about to do.

"Hey, Fleur, can you lean forward a bit?" He asks her, Fleur blinks, looking confused but does what Harry had asked. Harry, as swiftly as he could leaned forward before planting a quick kiss on her cheek and pulling back just as fast, the look of shock on Fleur's face was almost worth it, "Thanks for showing me that spell, saved my ass later on," he says with a small blush as everyone else looks at him in shock and Gabriella giggles.

Fleur just laughs, "And it is such a fine ass to save," she says with a grin, "But I don't think this will be the last we see of each other little 'arry, after all, a Queen has returned and a war right around the corner, I feel like England is going to get a lot more exciting soon," she says with a grin as she moves swiftly as well to kiss Harry on his cheek before stepping back and taking Gabriella by the hand to speak swiftly to her in French and turning to the group one last time, " c'est la vie, my fellow champions," she tells them as she pulls her hat off and her and her little sister both curtsy to them before both sisters step into the mist and vanish.

"Show off!" Angelina yells before shaking her head and looking back at everyone, "But I should get going as well, finish packing and all that," Angelina says before reminding Harry about tryouts next year and telling them all goodbye.

Krum turns to Hermione before hugging her quickly and pulling back, holding her hands in his own, "I need to go as well, I vill write to you," he says with a smile.

"I look forward to it, Victor," Hermione tells him with a smile, "And good luck next season," she finishes before standing on her tiptoes and kissing him on the cheek which makes him smile, and right before Krum turns and walks away.

"Can I have your autograph!?" Ron blurts out, causing Harry, Hermione, and Krum to look at him before all three start laughing, Krum nodding to him once.


"I will be leaving Atalanta and Cecilla for now until I can send one or two more," Artemis tells Dumbledore as the man nods to her.

"Thank you, Lady Artemis, I will make sure any hunter you send our way will be well looked after, just make sure you send them to Hogwarts with the directions to either find me or one of the other members of the staff," Dumbledore informs her, and Artemis nods to him as well, and just before she opens her mouth another voice speaks up.

"Or, and this is me just throwing it out there, you take your Greek ass and all your hunters, and get the fuck off our Queens Isles?" a high child-like voice says as Artemis, Harry, and Dumbledore all turn to see who spoke.

Standing at the door that leads into the waiting room to Dumbledore's office, stood Macha, her hood was down with a merciless grin on her face, "You!?" growled out Artemis before her hand was filled with her bow.

"Oh, please," Macha scoffs at the sight of the bow before she skips into the room, "We both know you can't do anything against me with that so just put it away," she says with a roll of her eyes before making her way other to Harry with a gleeful smile, "Harry, don't move from the chair until I'm no longer in the room," she tells him as she sees Harry quickly about to stand and Harry drops back down in the seat with a growl of his own, "Oh, and you can't hurt me as long as I'm here," she says with a grin before crawling into Harry's lap and sitting on it with a giggle as Artemis glares at the little monster dressed up like a tiny girl.

"By order of the Queen, you are to take yourself and all of your hunters off the Isles by dusk tonight, or else you will be treated as invaders," Macha informs Artemis with a grin, which turns bloodthirsty as she speaks the next part, "And we all know what happens to invaders, don't we, Greek?"

"Cernunnos gave me till-" Artemis tries to say, but is cut off by Macha speaking again.

"Irrelevant," She says, never looking away from Artemis, "Cernunnos no longer holds the crown, the Queen does, and she is revoking your gust rights at dusk today, it gives you a little over seven hours and that is her being generous," Macha says with a hard look before she turns to Dumbledore who was grimed face and had an angry look in his eyes, "As for you Headmaster, the Queen has sent me with a simple message," she tells him before Dumbledore nods once, "You have all that you need and you will find no greater protector for your school, so get on with it," Macha tells Dumbledore as the old man frowns.


Harry sighs as he sits down in the last compartment on the left-hand side of the Hogwarts Express with Ron and Hermione. Daphne was going to spend a little time with her fellow Slytherins before joining them, which was fine with Harry as he relaxed into his seat. The trio's trunks were packed and put on top of the racks above, Ron had his chessboard out and Hermione had her legs tucked under her reading a large tome she got from gods know whereas Harry was looking out the window, lost in his own thoughts.

That was until the door to the compartment slammed open with the yell of "Potter!" making Ron and Hermione jump and their wands find their way into their hands as Harry slowly turns his head to the compartment door with a frown.

"Who are you?" Harry asks the older boy standing in some fancy robes giving him a death glare.

"Don't act like you don't know," the boy spits at him, Harry sees the older boy's wand in a death grip, and Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle stand behind him looking unsure about what was happening.

"I really don't," Harry says with a shrug, "And I'm really not in the mood to deal with people, so do you mind leaving?" he asks, watching the boy's face twist into a rage.

"You killed my father," the boy snaps at him, and Harry blinks at him, lost for a moment because whoever this guy was, he wasn't Theodore, and then it hit him.

"Oh, Selwyn!" Harry exclaims, "I didn't actually kill him you know, Voldemort did," he tells the boy and watches him and the rest of the Slytherins in the hallway flinch at the name and Harry felt disgusted by them.

"Yes, you did," Selwyn snaps before pointing his wand at him, causing Hermione and Ron to level their wands at the boy, but Harry turns away from the boy to look out the window, still watching Selwyn's reflection in it.

"I don't care what you think you know, just go away," Harry tells him, giving him one last warning.

"I don't think so, I'm calling in the blood debt-" Selwyn begins to say, but Harry had heard enough as he reached into himself and grabbed the tap in the back of his mind before wrenching it open. Harry was across the compartment and sinking his fist into Selwyn's stomach and lifting in the air before he could even get his first spell off, he then grabs the front of Selwyn's robes before headbutting the older boy, crushing his nose flat. As the older boy reals back grasping at his nose, Harry jumps up grabbing the bar just above the compartment door before swinging forward and kicking the boy in the chest, sending him flying into the compartment across the way much to the fright of the group of students within.

Harry lands, his face twisted in anger and rage before stalking forward and into the compartment, the sound of the rattling of broken chains following him. Malfoy and his goons draw their wands and the cry of spells and the flurry of spell fire fill the corridor, Harry ignores it as he leans down and grabs the collar of Selwyn's robes, and pulls him face to face with him.

"Listen here you thick-headed fuck," Harry growls out as he sees the fear of the Hunt fill Selwyn's eyes, "Voldemort killed your dad with the killing curse to the chest, I only cut off his arm, so your blood debt is with his snake-faced ass, so bring it up with him next time you see him and leave me the fuck out of it mate," Harry tells the older boy, "Or I will feed you your teeth because I don't care about your dumbass customs or honor when you try and pull bullshit like this," he says before dropping the boy to the ground, "And if I see you anywhere near Daphne or her little sister I will kill you, Do you understand me?" he growls out as he stood over the boy who was too petrified by the Hunt to do anything but shake like a leaf in the wind.

Harry turns around to deal with the other Slytherins but sees that problem was already dealt with as Fred, George, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione standing over the unconscious bodies of Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. The twins were smiling at him as Ginny was busy kicking the body of Crabbe out of her way, Harry had given his winnings to the twins telling them to buy Ron some new dress robes or Ginny a new wand and he was a bit surprised to see the rest of the Weasleys there helping out.

"Why'd you stop?" Ask one of the twins before the other spoke up.

"Yeah, a little more and you could probably get him to wet his pants,"

"More like brown them,"

"He really should have worn his brown pants today," the twins say back and forth before they chuckle at each other.

"That's disgusting you two," Ginny says with a glare and a smile before stepping around them and into the compartment as the twins turn back to Harry.

"Now, if the oh-so-mighty lion is done scaring the second years-,"

"-We were wondering if you want to play a few quick games of exploding snap?"

The twins say, before Harry looks around the compartment he was standing in, seeing a mix of second-year students from all the houses huddled together looking at him with wide and fearful eyes, Harry quickly reaches for the tap and closes it, and chokes back the groan of pain.

As the second years begin to relax a bit, Harry quickly apologizes before tossing Selwyn out, watching him run away down the corridor before fixing the compartment door with a wave of his wand and apologizing one more time for good measure and closing the door. He heads back to his compartment with a sigh, quickly sitting down across from Ginny and next to the twins and leaning back to look out of the window.

At least this summer, he was actually looking forward to going home.

And with that thought, Harry Potter smiled.


Theodore Nott

"Durin is sorry sir, but he, he, he couldn't ignore her orders, she wanted to know where be the wych-elm was sir," Was the first thing the Nott family house elf said to him when Theodore steps through the floo and into the ancient fortress Brí Léith that the Nott family had held from time immemorial. That was all the old house elf had to say before, with wand in hand, Theodore ran through the halls of Brí Léith to the courtyard in the middle of the fortress where the Wych-Elm had sat as long as the Nott family held the seat of the fortress.

The door to the courtyard was already open as Theodore ran out into it, raising his wand at the figure that stood before the two-thousand-year-old tree.

"Get the hell away from my tree," Theodore snaps at the woman, one of her long pale hands was lovingly caressing the tree as they inspected the images, knot work, and spells carved into it. Her black dress moved like smoke as the turned to look at Theodore, her long dark hair was like a river of ink but neither had anything on her eyes, they were as dark as the night sky between the stars and as deep as a bottomless pit as she looked at the boy pointing his wand at her as he takes a step back.

"Well, Hello," She says, "Theodore Nott," The Morrígan says the boy's name in a song-like voice and with a heartbreaking smile.


The World.

Depicted on the last card in a hall of thrones standing tall, proud, and empty in a polished slate hall. Standing in the middle of the hall before the thrones stood a boy in a silver jacket, his arms chained and blotted to the floor.

However, when you turn the card just so,..


Chapter, Done!

That's it folks, the Heir and the Champions is officially over!

I'm sure I had a rant prepared for this but I'm tired, so I've got nothing, if y'all have a question about the story leave it in the comments and I'll send you a PM about it.

Stay tuned in to this story, for the announcement for the next story will pop up here, but for now, I have another Serpent to skin.

Kingsaxcul, out!