HP, Tournament, First Task, Dragons

In-Dwellers

The dreams had started after the first task when he had thrown out everyone’s advice on what to do. Especially Professor Moody’s advice that would have gotten him and a lot of innocents killed doing it. But then this was the man who had gotten off doing the three Unforgivables. Literally. Something he noticed the Sadistic Professor was just a bit too much like the other adults he personally knew and that made Harry not trust him at all. No matter what mind spells the other adults in his school tried to cast on him.

Instead, after being asked by his weird friend, Hagrid, to meet out by the forest before the first task, he had noticed he understood each dragon mother’s complaint about her clutch being in danger. And ignoring the danger to himself, had his other friend, the little house-elf, Dobby, switch out their nests for fakes with the mother’s consents.
Something the Firedragon, blessed him for after the fake clutch was damaged beyond care due to the sadistic spells of the brutish champion who would win no matter what.

Harry had just walked out and asked for his task to be finished with the Ridgeback he ended up facing, and the golden egg was gladly given over to him from her fake nest to the boos and hisses of the bread and circuses audience. Who later found out that the sadistic champion who had so delighted them in his actions, had died of his injuries given to him by the dying dragon he had injured so grievously.
Her actual nest hidden by Dobby and the rest of the school’s elves, then carefully ferried back to Scamander to take care of since no one else had cared.

That evening, he dreamed a dream of being next to the dying mother as a companion in her last hours. Before she went Ry’Dah, and joined with her own Within. Her In-Dwellers. All those of her ancestors who had come before her to before her In-Dwellers came to this Earth, oh so long ago.

When he woke up that next morning, his head felt fuller, and all those not human in the Castle were giving him lots of respect. Even the other school’s Veela.
And while he had been warned he could not take another champion to the following ball, she did set him up with a cousin who was also attending the tournament as a representative of their school. Much to those others in his House’s displeasure, especially his past friend, Ronald Weasley. Who made sure to continue the slander he had started when the names for the tournament were first drawn.

The second task was a bust all around as the Mer-people just returned the hostages to the surface near land once they found out he was one of those who would have come into their territory. And told the Headmaster “Never Again.”

And the third task had him just walking through the maze with all the creatures inside giving way to him. Even darker creatures like the giant Spider. Which ran far away from him.
The portkey to the graveyard ended with the giant snake of Riddle’s eating Pettigrew for daring to attack him. And then eating the golem that HAD been giving it orders in babytalk. Before slithering off after bowing, snake like to him.

Harry just went out to the road and summoned the Knight Bus to get back to the school. And found everyone was in full dander over his disappearance, which he put down to a faulty portkey. Though he could have done without the sadist polyjuiced as the Professor trying to, yet again, kill him.
That was when they both found out Harry’s blood was acidic when combined with skin that was contaminated with Polyjuice due to what had happened to him in his second year.
Too bad the faker died from the reaction of the contact, as that meant Harry had taken another teacher out by skin contact.

Albus is soooo disss-apointed. And Fudge is scared shitless in and of him because of what happened. So much so, that he is banished once more to his room at Vernon’s (Never his family’s) house (Never was/is a home).
And dreams of flying each night as he dreams. Sometimes over foreign lands, sometimes waters. And sometimes the seas of the dark skies of the Universe above. All the while getting to finally know his MH ‘Dah. His In-Dwellers. The ones who would now be with him throughout the rest of his life till he, himself, goes Ry’Dah.

They are many while one, and each will teach the other now that they are so. Harry’s “punishment” from and by a man who had no authority over him when out of school, was to be pure isolation from everyone.

New electronic locks on his window and door, and a camper’s tent loo now in his room. A camp stove with boxes of bottled water and campers MREs and a cot with a sheet, are all that is now in the cleared-out room.
Even his owl has been taken from him as being “too noticeable in these trying times my dear boy.” It was MH Dah’s turn to be displeased over this.

There were no blinds or curtains on the window, and he found Peeping Thomasina’s and Toms amongst those sent from Albus’ people to “guard” him. Their getting free shows as he had long since lost his body shame between the twins and the team’s chasers getting it on in the team showers, and his own changes with his In-Dwellers.
That did not stop Harry from having Dobby get his school homework, class-by-class from his locked-up trunk and go buy him notebooks from the alley to do the work in.

All the while his MH ‘Dah taught him what he should have learned if he had not been held back as he had been. Concentrating on mostly theory and non-magical teachings for now while he was being watched.

This included not the divination/arithmacy that was now taught in the magical schools under ICW control, but the math used in ritual and runic spells, of Wreakings of Ancient Magics that were long lost to time. Wreakings that had been used/and were still used by the other races, which opened portals and gateways. Using Earth’s Magic.

These took the ancient magical maths and runes of the old races. As well as complete knowledge and understanding of geometry, which was why the Ancients Guilds of Masons were used to set up the portals. And now those races that specialized in building did so.

So, to better teach him the manipulations needed for Wreakings he was being taught the Magics of carving Stone and Wood of the various kinds. Of manipulation of that which was of the Earth. Metals and Minerals, and even Water. And, yes, even the various types of Glass. Remaking the lenses in his and fixing the damage on the frames. Then fixing the seals on his window by just tracing the window to the frame.
Making the window unbreakable through muggle or magical means. And cantrips against eavesdropping added to the mix. Then he did the same to his walls and door. Totally overriding the electronics.

He waited till the alcoholic thief was on as his guard, and was asleep with his favorite bottle of choice, before removing the “Don’t Notice Me” Charms around the property and amplified his drugged out snoring to the neighbors. Who took one look out their windows and call in vagrant complaints to the local police who came roaring up and arrested the bum. Breaking his stick he was brandishing as a weapon.

During the chaos, Harry has Dooby pop him and his things out to the bank, of which he already had an appointment to use their lower ritual room. As written to them in Formal Dracon. And signed with the last MH ‘Dah name they had on file for the line going through to his name as was proper.
And to prove himself when he shows up facing irritated goblins, he let his new “Dragon Shadow” fully out to fill the room the were in, and with his full Aura.

The goblins cease doubting and escort him to the lowest, biggest, and oldest ritual room they had for his use.
And it was there, in the ancient room, Harry James Potter began his third human Maturation work that he was not supposed to know about his being able to do or be unblocked to do. While the goblin on his family accounts was summarily having to account for every bronze bit of dust in his accounts to the FULL International Goblin Council and before his FULL family Clan and Tribe on both sides of his parents.
All of whom were wiped out to the last embryo when his stupidity to a human wizard was uncovered.
And both the International Goblin Courts, and the World Bank/Court now had warrants out for that wizard human for trafficking in stolen goods/drugs and humans/beings, and child slavery. All his accounts were frozen and traced by these courts. Down to the smallest ones. To be redistributed to the survivors of his schemes.

All the Potter and Associated accounts and goblin held vaults were secured. With the vaults now moved to the lowest levels with the highest security on them. Only access was through the Director’s Office as he personally was taking over those accounts. And the Director of the British Branch of the Swiss Bank was doing the same after making sure Lily’s accounts were moved over.

Needless to say, Harry was granted full asylum by the Goblin Courts by the time he was done, and Dumbledore was on the run. Not only with the Goblins but with most of the Asiatic Communities as well in the name of his MH ‘Dah.
With Fudge’s government suddenly having the World Magical Court and the Crown crawling up their starched robes about exactly what they had been allowing in the realm.

The “Greatest” Magical School in the country was now under audit by the international community to see if they would actually keep ANY ranking. Or just be judged a backwards school in a backwards community. And needing a Conservator Community to get them up and running.
Harry’s Managing Director explained to the new Head of the school that as the winner of a Tournament that had been for those “of age,” his client had no need to get an adult to sign off on his getting tutors to get his classes in for his OWL or NEWT classes. Especially since they taught to the lowest common denominator and he would be taught one-on-one. And would no longer be held by their antiquated rules of learning. And no longer wished to be a pawn in their games of one-upmanship between one gang leader and another. All for the “glory” of each of their Kool-Aid drinking Cult Leaders.

Then, against those self-same leaders, they went and published those same statements in the International Publications so they could not spin them like they had wanted to. Especially when the law firm came out and took those publications that libeled their client during and after the tournament to the international court because he was an international figure. Costing them their publications and their jobs.

Combined, led to the mass exodus of those with the right “blood” to get out and get tutors for the next year. Turning the “Premier” School into what was later called by those blooded families as “The Mudblood” School. And yet, those who called out the loudest could not pass a single test by the auditors at the end of the year. And the “Mudbloods” exceeded them by hefty margins. With the privately schooled Harry breaking records on the number of top rankings International OWLS he placed through the year. And into the next two with his NEWTS. And papers for his applications for the Runes and Warding and Ancient Mathematics tests and dissertations.

Going on to become a Grand-Master in all three subjects and rebuilding the international traveling Gates throughout the world.