Previously on The Champions of Chaos

"Know this boy and take heed, for you have been in the presence and seen the very warp itself, this is the moment where everything changes. Learn my name boy for I am the Architect of Fate….the Weaver of Destinies….I am Tzeentch!" with that final booming word reverberating around his head, Harry had finally succumbed to the darkness of his mind and fell unconscious.

"By the way, what's your name? Maybe we'll become friends during this year at Hogwarts, my names Hermione Granger and I'm the first magical in my family" the now named Hermione said proudly while she asked Harry as he invited her to sit in their compartment.

"My name is Harrison Wells, muggleborn as well and this is Ron Weasley" Harry said as he sat down in on his seat and Hermione sat opposite him to talk to him fully.

"Let's do this sorting hat" Harry said as the hat was lowered his head and covered a slight bit of his eyes.

"RAVENCLAW! GO TO RAVENCLAW BOY!" the sorting hat shouted out, making plenty of people look at it in curiosity as it had never said any more than a house name before.

"And my name is Harry Potter, it looks like this will be a start to a good friendship Hermione Granger" Harry smiled as he shook Hermione's hand but as the rest of the first years got sorted and dinner had started, a sudden great surge of power rippled through the warp as if an earthquake started in it but as soon as it happened it went away in a snap.

While Harry was keeping himself upright, Tzeentch was wondering the same thing because no other being besides Harry and himself should be able to access the warp energies but as he left Harry and looked into the warp, what he saw could only be summarised in one word:

"Impossible….."

"Did you really mean what you said about us beings friends and you wanting me here Harry?"

"In all honestly I did mean what I said Hermione, you, me and Neville are all friends. We have been since that transfiguration class when you grabbed Neville and brought him with us."

When Harry had approached the Christmas tree, he noticed that several of them were for him and that included Hermione's and Neville's presents.

"Hmm, never got presents before Hogwarts, plus I didn't exactly have friends back then, a mentor in my head not-withstanding"

"Now what do you say and who could you be from hmm?" Harry questioned the note as he opened it, away from any prying eyes.

"Well it looks like you're beginning to make friends in other houses boy, this is good news and should be celebrated that you're extending your reach beyond ravenclaw and a solitary hufflepuff"

"Erised is desire backwards so looking at the word at the right that looks like 'I show' so going along it would spell out I…show…not…your…face…but…your…hearts…desire, hmm what a peculiar mirror" Harry said to himself.

But when Harry looked at the mirror itself, he saw not himself, but three adults standing next to each other like they were family.

"What's wrong Harry? You look like someone's just kicked a puppy" Hermione was concerned about her friend had just been very animate and upbeat but after his little power build, he came out of it sad.

"I'm sorry Hermione, but it IS the philosopher's stone, and dumbledore has hidden it in the castle on the third floor corridor, it's times like this I wish I didn't want to know what I know but it happens" Harry huffed as he sat back down on the bench with his owls looking over him concerned.

"Oh my young Harry, in time you will forgive me but this must be done, it is for the greater good after all" and with that, the shadowed figure waved his wand over Harry's head while muttering an incantation and watched it as it slowly descended into Harry's head.

"My work here is done, good luck my boy" and with a small chuckle, the figure retreated from the room and wiped away evidence that he was there.

Inside Harry's mind was turmoil as thought fought against thought, free will fought against compulsion. The battle between opposing forces was difficult but with Tzeentch pouring his power of change and manipulation, the people following Harry had walked in front of him and pulled their hoods down, revealing Hermione and Neville, his two truest friends to his face.

"Fight this Harry, be the powerful wizard I know you to be" Hermione whispered softly his left ear.

"Fight this brother, fight this compulsion to save something so petty and win!" Neville whispered vehemently into Harry's right ear.

"Fight Harry, FIGHT THIS MADNESS!" with Tzeentchs booming voice in his head, Harry's thoughts had begun to clear up and the shaking in his left hand had begun to lessen until it had stopped completely.

Harry turned towards the trapdoor and then looked at his friends, "Please don't leave me" Harry whispered.

"Together till the end Harry" Hermione grabbed his right hand and gave him a smile of encouragement.

"Till the very my brother" Neville smiled at Harry and put his hand on Harry's left shoulder.

"To the end we go my brother and sister" and with that Harry jumped down the trapdoor, Hermione and Neville following suit as they jumped into the shadows below.

"I think differently Nev, we're continuing on by use of this" Harry walked towards the door and threw his hands out, warp fire flying forward and burning through the door in front of him.

Harry played the chess game as if he was the master of chess and hadn't even moved them or himself at all during the whole game, only moving those that were needed to be moved until a pawn was in position to checkmate the white king.

Harry drank the potion from the smallest bottle and walked through the purple flames with a confident mind that Hermione had made the right choice.

"Voldemort" Harry said breathlessly in a slightly nervous voice.

"Yes Harry, you see what I've become, what I've done to survive. Unicorn blood can only sustain me for so long but I require a true body for me to live again, and that can only happen if you give me a certain stone that is hiding right there in your pocket" Voldemort's voice had tried to take on a calming voice but it only came out as a raspy voice.

"I read up the history on you you know? You and your followers killed so many people just because they didn't want to follow you, then you came after my family. They did nothing to you! And yet you killed my father and then slaughtered my mother when she begged you not to kill me, to kill her instead. You deserve worse than death, you deserve to BURN!" Harry shouted the last part at Voldemort whose face had turned to anger.

After Harry had thrown up a couple of times in his corner, he morosely walked back to Quirrells skeleton and lied down in a foetal position and started to rock back forth while muttering 'what have I done?' with tears starting to well up in his eyes.

"Promise you won't leave me?" Hermione's heart broke at hearing Harry so frightened and scared and practically begging his friends not to leave him.

"Together till the end Harry" Hermione reiterated what she said before going down the trapdoor and looked at Neville for his support.

"Till the very end my brother" Neville also added his piece as after hearing what his friends had said, Harry's eyes burst into tears and grabbed Hermione into a hug and started to pour everything that happened out onto his friends but they stayed with him throughout it all; hearing how he faced Voldemort, hearing how his parents were murdered and then killing Voldemort's host Quirrell in rage and anger in vengeance for his murdered parents.

"Yes well done Ravenclaw on your landslide victory and may I present the house cup to your head of house: Professor Flitwick" Dumbledore handed the cup over to Flitwick and the entire hall besides Slytherin house erupted into even louder cheers before.

"Harry! You didn't think to leave before giving me your mailing address did you?" Hermione smiled innocently as she quickly grabbed two pieces of parchment and wrote down her own address while handing the other for Harry to write his on.

"Something happened to that boy during his stay at the freaks school Pet, and I don't think it's for the better" Vernon whispered as their gaze turned towards their spare bedroom that the boy was in and shuddered in fear as the familiar power that they had felt before washed over them as if a tidal wave of anger and sadness had just been unleashed from that very room.