I in no way own Harry potter, High school DXD or any of the affiliated products. Cool now that is out of the way, this story was inspired by ideas from a whole bunch of other stories that I have read over my time. So if something is similar to another story then that is most likely as I have liked the idea, if I have read the story.
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Chapter 7Harry walked into what was coming to think of as his tent. The seat was missing and had been replaced with what appeared to be a hospital bed. "Mr Potter I would like you to lay down so that we can address your injuries." The medi-witch watched him as he walked over to the bed. "Those things can stay at the entrance to the tent Mr Potter, there will be no need for them." A moment later the nurse was putting drops of a brownish liquid into all of his wounds.
The scrapes burned as they sealed back up leaving no trace of damage. "Now Mr Potter, you will want to take one of these. Otherwise you may run out of magic in the next fight. You were using quite a lot of it back there." Harry was handed a light green vial. Harry uncorked the vial and almost dropped it
"That smells terrible."
"Yes, but it will help." The medi-witch responded quickly. "Now hurry up." Harry gulped down the potion with a look of disgust on his face.
That tastes as good as it smells, harry thought to himself. The medi-witch left Harry alone in the tent.
….
The tent was quite, no sound made it to the inside of the tent. Harry sat there in the silence charging up his shield till it almost glowed then letting it fade back down. It does not take long to discharge Harry thought as he sat there.
Once more there was the rush of incoming noise, "You are up Harry", and the all-consuming silence fell back over the tent. Harry stood and started to walk out, as he approached Victor walked up next to him. Victor help a simple staff, of a dark wood that was covered in what appeared to be runes.
"I hope we have a good match Victor." Harry said, as they walked towards the platform. Victor answered with a grunt, as the stepped up into the plat form.
"Well, we come the final match of the day, with both of the champions running two for two in their matches. So this, will also be the deciding match. After which we will be awarding points how, both the method of their fighting, as well as who won the most. Now on with the."
BANG!
The cannon shot went across the arena, breaking Harry from where he was listening. Harry turned his head towards where Victor had been standing, only to find him swing the staff like a baseball bat at Harry's head. Harry leans out of the way of the blurred piece of wood, bringing up his sword and shield into the ready position. Krum pivots on his front foot, bringing the tip of the staff towards Harry and lunges. Harry stumbles back, lifting his shield up to block the Staff. The end collides with the shield pushing harry back a small amount with the force of the collision."
The staff starts to glow, before pointing the end towards Harry's legs. "Stupefy", the spell from Victor's staff flew out of both ends of the staff. Harry drew his leg back behind him. Just in time for the spell to miss him by less than an inch.
… (Start flashback)
Harry was standing in the class room across from Nevil, Harry was panting with a llght amount of sweat just starting to form. "Well Harry I think that today I have two things that I want you to learn, The first one is really important, but will take years to master, the other is something that you need learn thoroughly. First we will do the hard one. When you are fighting where do you look?"
Harry looked up at Nevil as he stood back up strait, "Well at the sword of course, how else will I know where it is? I don't want to get hit by it, which has happened enough for me thank you."
Nevil smiled, "I thought so, this was something that it took me quite a while to learn. I learnt to look at the hand and shoulder not at the wood itself. The sword moves to fast for most people to be able to keep up with. Well you may just be able too, but your reaction time is amazing. This idea goes hand in hand with another one that is hard, but not anywhere nearly as hard as remembering to look at the hand. That is weapon length, when you are looking at the hand you need to know how long the weapon is. This allows you to know if they can hit you or not. So, take me for example my attack distance is the length of my arm plus about 30 inches. So I have a range of about 5 feet in which I am able to hit you. So if you know where there hand is, and how long the sword is then you know if they can hit you or not. Let us try this, I will go slowly to start with."
Nevil stepped towards harry a little, standing about 6 feet away. He readied himself and swung. Harry lifted his shield and attempted to block the strike. The practice sword swished past the shield not even touching it. Harry looked over the shield at Nevil then down at the shield. "Oh, that makes sense."
"You see Harry, distance. It is important." Nevil stepped closer into about 4 feet away from harry and swung again, his wrist angled slightly differently than normal. The sword swished over his head in a blur, not even Harry could follow. "So Harry did you watch the sword or my hand?"
"Sorry Neil, I still watched you sword, or at least tried too."
"I will do it again, this time watch my hand. I promise that I will not hit you." Nevil took stance and did the exact same thing again. Harry concentrated on Nevil's hand as it moved, the hand moved really slowly compared to the sword it only moving a little bit. "You see Harry?"
Harry slowly nodded his head, "I think I do, it does mean that we are going to have to practice slowly again so that make sure that I can follow it."
"Just remember Harry that not all weapons have the same reach, and not even all swords are the same length."
…. (Return to the present)
Harry focused back onto Krum's Hands as he spun the staff as he took a few steps backwards putting some space between the two of them. "Running away are you Harry?" Krum scoffed as he thrusted the staff towards Harry. Harry watched as Krum's hand moved he moved his shield into the way of where his hand told him the staff should be. A lound smack went through thee shield from where the staff had impacted. The word started to fall away again, as he concentrated. Harry moved the shield into the way of the next few blows as the rained down on him. The staff started to glow a dull blue as he fought.
"Bombarda" Harry ducked behind the shield as the Krum's spell crashed into it, with the glow on the shield increasing in turn. Krum was stunned for a moment as his spell all but fizzled out, leaning only a small scorch make on the shield where it had impacted. Harry swung his sword around towards Krum. Krum twitched his staff blocking the strike, with what appeared to be not effort. Harry stayed on the offensive, swinging as hard as he could with his sword. The tacks of wood on wood was all that was heard throughout the arena.
Krum slammed his staff down into the floor. "Glacius", a wide sheet of ice covered the arena from where he was standing. In a large circle. Harry's shoes were frozen in place, "Give up Harry Potter, you are going to lose this fight, just like the two other champions. Though, you have done better than the other Hogwarts champion." Krum scoffed, "He thought he could actually punch me, ha, he did not even make it 30 seconds." Krum walked over the ice towards him. Harry twisted and pulled at his feet trying to get them free. Krum brought the staff around in a smooth arc, hitting Harry's sword shoulder with a crack sound.
"At least Cedric played fair." Harry spat at Krum. Krum then preceded to bring the staff down onto Harry's other shoulder. Harry lifted the shield and blocked the blow with ease but Krum brought the other end down onto Harry's toes. Shattering the ice that covered his left foot. The blow sounded terrible, the breaking of the bones in Harry's foot could be heard clearly.
Krum stood up strait, "I have had my fun Potter." Krum starts charge his staff, as is get the blue glow around it he reaches for Harry's shield. Grabbing the top edge of the shield, he pulls it back leaving harry open to any attacks.
Harry growls and his magic starts to form around him, sparks hitting the ground all around him. "Enough" Harry bellows as he pulls the shield from Krum's hand, and punches the ground near his still trapped foot. The ice shatters, sending cracks spiralling away from the impact. Harry pulled the shield of the floor where it was stuck. Harry lunges forwards towards Krum, and lashes out with his shield hitting Krum in the chest, sending him skidding backwards across the ice. The shield is glowing, the blue sparks crackling of the edge into the floor of the arena.
"Bombarda" Krum yelled as he jumped back, pointing the staff towards harry. Harry smacks the spell with his shield, batting it away as if it was barely more than a fly. Harry pushes off, running towards Krum in the blink of an eye. Harry swings the shield with all of his might towards Krum punching him with the edge of the shield right into his stomach. Krum folds over, bent double around where the shield is.
Harry's eyes started to glow a bright blue, "I thought that no one would be able to punch you." Harry pulled the shield out of Krum's stomach before back handing him with it. Krum flew a few feet before sliding the rest of the way out of the arena.
Harry started to limp towards the stars out of the ring, his sword dragging behind him in his unused arm. The glow that had been so strong moments ago was already fading, leaving only Harry, a small skinny kid walking with a limp.
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The quite of the tent was a welcome distraction as he walked away from the pressing silence that was present outside. He walked into see the medi-witch who had been there before, "You, lay down now. Using so much magic even though you should have been running on almost empty. What were those organiser thinking, putting all of the fights on the one day? Were they trying to get someone killed, my word!" As the medi-witch continued on her rant harry went land lay down on the hospital bed. "Now, Mr Potter," The medi-witch continued, as she waved her wand over him, it change colours at what seemed like random times. "You seem to have broken a few bones in you left foot, fractured your shoulder and popped it out of the socket. By Merlin what are they trying to do to you poor kids, I will not understand. Now, this is going to hurt." The medi-witch waved her wand over Harry's shoulder that Krum had hit, and there was a clicking sound and a stab of pain. She went on, to wave her wand over his foot a few times. "Now Mr Potter, due to the breaks in your foot being very clean, I was able to move all of the bones back together, and join them mostly back together. You are still going to need to takes this potion so as to help the bones knit back together properly." She handed him a vile of potion. "I will now take my leave."
The Medi-witch walked out of the tent muttering to herself about the stupidity of the tournament. Harry just sat there on the edge of the bed, thinking. He had won all of his fights, he knew that, but something seemed off.
It was as he thought this that the tent flap opened to show the imposing visage of professor McGonagall "Harry can you please come with me?" Harry stood and followed her out among the once again cheering crowd. The rest of the champions were there, with the rest of the champions.
"Sonerus" Ladies, and Gentlemen, We have finished our discussions. The first point we need to make is regarding the fight between Mr Diggory, and Miss Delacour. We are going to continue with our judgement at the time, for the win going to Miss Delacour with her use of her vela allure." Many boos erupted from around the stadium. Most of them coming from the mass of yellow and black in the stands. "Next we have chosen to give the win to Mr Potter in his last fight against Mr Krum, as even though Mr Krum was conscious and wanted to continue, he could not according to medical professionals." Harry looked around to see Victor scowling, and glaring at him with full force. Harry turned back to ludo Bagman as he continued. "Now with that information, last place with zero wins goes to Cedric Diggory. With his fantastic use of enchanted boxing gloves, for this we give 20 points." The crowed sheered as Cedric raised his hands. "In second place, with one win is Miss Delacour. With her fiery use of a flaming fencing foil, we give 29 points." Fleur bowed her head as the crowed once more cheered with the same volume as Cedric's, but this time coming from the mass of blue. "In second place, we have Victor Krum with two win. With his dazzling use of a classical wizard's staff with both magic and martial arts, we give 39 points." The volume of the crowd increased immensely, as they clapped and screamed for Krum. He just stood there morosely. "And finally, in first place with 3 wins, with his amazing use of shield and sword, and what Headmaster Dumbledore says was raw magic. We have our winner, of the day, with forty two points, we have Harry Potter!"
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A few days had passed since Harry had won the tournament, when he was sitting in front of Professor McGonagall. "Before you head out to lunch, I am informing you that there will be dance lessons provided tomorrow evening for all of those that have two left feet. Class dismissed. Potter you stay for a moment please." The class started to shuffle out of the class room, giving Harry a wide birth.
"I will wait outside Harry." Hermione said as she walked past him, Harry nodded to her as she left.
"Mr Potter, I need to inform you that as one of the champions of the tournament, you are required to start the ball with your dance partner. If you need Mr Potter, I am able to provide more dance lessons to you and your partner if you wish, I would not want you to make a fool of yourself. Your father was actually quite the dancer you know, you mother was no slouch either if it came to that. Now, off you go, and make sure that you have a partner for the yule ball."
Harry walked out of the classroom to see Hermione waiting for him. "So hat was that all about?" Hermione turned to follow Harry on the way to the great hall.
"Professor McGonagall was just offering me more lessons in dance so that I don't embarrass Gryffindor."
Hermione nodded "So do you have any idea on how to dance?"
Harry smiled, "No, but I have an idea of someone who does."