Conquer The Champions

A Harry Potter Fanfic.

Written by KiritoTheWolf

The wizarding world and all its inhabitants all belong to J.K Rowling, and Warner Bros. Studios. I wish to only play in the world she brought to life.

AN:/ This story is only a test, I got the idea for it, and I want to know if you all want me to continue it. I'm so glad that you all are enjoying my other story 'Living The Impossible Truth' which is an absolute pleasure to write.

The story will be set just after the events of Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban. (Kind of)

Chapter 1: A Champions Letter

It is raining outside, you can tell by the slight pitter-patter of raindrops lightly hitting the window seal, the tiny room enveloped by the cold, a whisper of pain and a wounded child feel the air, but a sense of power and untapped potential fill the atmosphere. In the tiny bed of this tiny room, is a tiny boy, with tiny dreams. His name? Harry Potter. The-Boy-Who-Lived, if you were smart, you would know that he didn't live, Harry either existed, no one caring about his feelings, thoughts, the trouble he may be going through, or he would be surviving. He would be trying his absolute best to keep himself alive, he never focuses on himself of course, too righteous for that instead he thinks of everyone around him.

Young Harry Potter, in this moment in time, is having a vision. Not a nightmare. Harry has found himself in a tiny dark room, with wet walls and slime and filth everywhere, he wears dirtied rags, the ends of his nails blackened, his jet black hair reaching to his chin, his beard two inches thick, his body aching with every movement, depression and fed up is all he could feel. He stood up in this room, trying to fight the aching pain he felt in all his joints, he looked around the room, taking in all the smells, but all he could smell was damp, darkness and despair.

In this room was a single bed frame, made of wood and rickety to its very core, there were marks on it that could tell anyone that whoever uses the mattress on the bed only uses it to sit and stare at the wall or ponder. Looking on the floor, on the black cobble stones, there were two piles of rags, and small pillows barely big enough to fit a small child's head.

One of which was rising and lowing, and the faint sound of breathing was coming from it. Everything around him seemed to be clear as anything (much to his dismay), so he reached his hands to his face and found that he had his glasses on, but they were not like the ones he was used to, these ones seemed even more cheaper and less capable to last a long time. He felt itchy all over and still couldn't quite guess where he was, he just knew that it was bad. He walked over to the window of this peculiar cell and looked out, hoping to place himself, but he was sadly mistaken.

Outside of the window were roaring waves crashing, a few small islands around him. Everything was either black or grey, the joy of this place was non existent, like all the happiness in the world had gone. Harry looked down at himself, trying to really place who he was, because he knew that he couldn't be Voldemort, he knew he had a nose, his glasses were held up by it, so Harry looked at all of his body his feet, his legs, his stomach, his cock, his arms, everything. All that he could gather was that he was someone extremely fit, in their mid twenties, and was in a prison. On his left arm, just under his wrist, were magical inscriptions "Commander Lord Black, Dark Lord Slayer. 3107812011" So whoever he was, he was a murderer, and this was his designated cell, with someone he doesn't even know. Why was he even here?

Harry wouldn't know for long because he was slowly brought back to his real self, the body he was in collapsing to the ground. The second his head hit the cobble stones, he returned to the tiny bedroom in Surrey. The sound of tapping took his attention, Harry put his glasses back onto his face and looked to the window to see his fluffy white owl Hedwig with some of his summer mail.

Harry opened up the window and let his owl fly in, her singing a small hoot as she soared around his room and dropped his letters onto the bed, and flew into her cage, resting on the perch, her eye scanning Harry. He chuckled at his owls antics and scratched just under her chin, fed her some of her favourite snacks and went to his bed and opened the letters. There was one from Ron, Hermione, Hogwarts and from someones insignia Harry had never seen before. He opened up his Hogwarts letter first, all it was, was detailing him on the requirements of a fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the rules that had been instated for the year, such as no Quidditch which had ruffled Harry's imaginary feathers but he guessed there was good reason for it. Next he opened his letter from Ron, which stated that Harry's been invited to join the Weasley family to watch the Quidditch World Cup, which Harry was very excited for. Harry immediately penned his reply, stating that he would love to go and the times at which he would have to arrive at the Burrow. In the next letter in the pile, it was the strange insignia, it was an old family looking emblem, the muggle union jack except with jagged lines instead of the smooth straight ones. the letter read:

"Dear Heir Potter,

My name is Lord Terra-Anglorum, what I am to tell you is of the upmost importance, and also (sadly) cannot be written on a mere piece of parchment, that even though cost quite the galleon, it can still be tampered with by those that wish to know of such information. I wish to make a contract with you Heir Potter. You and two others (if you so wish) are to meet me on the 26th August 1994, four days after the Quidditch World Cup. This letter will become a portkey at eleven-thirty, so you and if you so choose, two others may arrive at my specific location.

I know that you have no idea as to where and why you would be coming, so I would urge you to research as much as you can on Champions Thunder, there should be efficient enough information released to the public that allows you an understanding on what is to happen. You are to become a competitor.

-Lord Terra-Anglorum

Harry folded the letter up, and gave a questioning glance towards the emblem resting on the folding at the front. The next letter was from his dear friend Hermione, all she wrote about was how excited she was about being able to finally show her knowledge on the fourth year subjects, and that she hopes that Harry doesn't get into any trouble this year and if he had any nightmares. Harry then proceeded to draw a piece of paper from underneath his bed, and wrote a letter, addressed to Hermione Granger, asking her if she knew any information on Champions Thunder, then asking her if she was going to the world cup as well, and if not what kind of souvenir she would like back, he then also told her about his strange dream in someone elses body, he then gave it to Hedwig and off it went, to the Grangers house.

Looking at the alarm clock on the bedside table, Harry saw that it was almost six in the morning, so Harry changed into his workout clothes, grabbed a book full of combat spells and left the Dursley residence to go for a morning run, one he would not return from for another two hours, ready to cook the Dursley's breakfast.

~Granger's House~

Hermione is usually awake around this time of day, for three reasons. She can get a head start on her summer homework, and when she has finished that she can begin memorising the entire lesson plan. Two, so that she may finish reading any book that she may have caught herself reading the previous night; three because this is the time of day that Harry would awake from a nightmare of Voldemort and probably send a letter her way. Plus she is a creature of habit.

It shocked her, whenever she thought of Harry, her entire being just vibrated with familiarity and peace, but sometimes thinking of Harry would make her feel some kind of pain, and instead her mind would turn to Ron, and she would feel confused. Someone she only sees as a brother, and someone she can vent her intelligence to. She has her suspicions that someone has been feeding her love potions, but couldn't quite figure out who, so now, every week, on the same day, when she bathes (She bathes more than once a week, it just takes a week for mail order things to arrive) she bathes in anti-affecting potion, it rejects all potions that would and can tamper with her emotions, mind, or body. She read a few months ago that a defence of your mind is called Occlumency, and is extremely hard to master, and so every night, after reading a rather stimulating book she would clear her mind, and try and build a wall in her mind.

*Tap, tap*

"A tap, why does such an insignificant sound such as a tap have to be so infuriating?!" Hermione thought to herself, she turned in her bed to see a beautiful snowy owl looking rather ticked with Hermione for not answering her. "Oh Hedwig, it's you, sorry girl." Hermione said, closing her book and opened up her window and scratching the ruffle of feathers "You got a letter from Harry there?" She asks, expecting her to give a verbal reply. Instead Hedwig nipped her finger and handed her the letter from harry and flew to rest in the owl cage that Hermione had bought for the owls that stay overnight when she has been given a letter. She charmed it to always refill its water supplies gathered from the sinks, and to transport food from a bag that hides in a cupboard. Hermione had gathered her bearings and opened up the letter addressed to her in Harry's scribbly handwriting.

She would be lying to herself is she said she wasn't surprised that Harry had asked her to research something, this was different than the usual things he asks her in his summer letters, such as, help write a report, or to see if she was okay, or to see how her summer was (Which was in the letter) but she was upset with herself that she had no common knowledge on this 'Champions Thunder'.

Hermione then proceeded to write a reply, detailing that she had no information on Champions Thunder, but that would soon be fixed, that she was going to the Quidditch World Cup with the Weasleys, and that they will talk about it soon, and she had told Harry that her summer was going great, and that Harry had been invited to stay with the Grangers until the Weasleys picked them up, that way they get to spend time together that isn't at the Weasley's or at school, and it also saves Mr. Weasley making two trips. If he could get permission to go, he would be picked up in two days at the end of his road by the Knight Bus.

She ahd decieded in the end to let Hedwig have a nap, so she turned to her book collection (Which just so happened to be her entire room) And mentally searched the books for any sign of information she might recall about Champions Thunder. It then came to her attention that she had read four books with some information talking about this Champions Thunder. She then walked over to her collection and tried to find the books.

By the time she was done searching, Hedwig was awake, and ready to deliver a letter, Hermione had quickly added to her own letter stating that if he can come to hers, she'll tell him all she knows of the Champions Thunder. It seemed like she was blackmailing him, but if it meant she could see Harry before put in a formal situation (Like school or the Burrow), she would take it, and with that, Hedwig was off to give her master her letter.

~The Burrow~

Ronald Weasley knows what people think of him. He knows that he is seen as an unintellectual Gryffindor, who is only known for his relationship with Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived and Hermione Granger 'Smartest Witch of her generation'. Ron had skills, although he may not have had the ability to show them, he knows his weaknesses, he knows his strengths, but knowledge does not mean that he always follows through with his understanding of things. He is a brilliant strategist, but he is very lazy, if he sees it as a way that cannot benefit him in the very close future he sees no need for it, and that is not what should be his attitude, but it is, and he has no choice otherwise. It's what makes him Ronald Weasley of the Gryffindor Golden Trio.

All summer he had been crafting strategies for three different games. Wizards Chess, which is one of his all-time favourite pass times, Quidditch, although he knows he is not a part of the school team, he knows that Harry is on the team and can pass on his strategies. The final game he has been planning for, is life, he has been thinking of different ways to build himself up in the wizarding world. He plans on humiliating Slytherin house by stopping them from having any influence this year amongst the other houses, to allow Gryffindor to have their own fall back if they ever need encouragement or support from the remainder of the school.

To show that he is just as intelligent as Hermione, or maybe even better he plans on getting tutoring from Ravenclaws, in a variety of subjects, just so that he can refrain from becoming knowledgeable in only one subject.

"Ron, stop thinking so hard, you're going to pop a blood vessel." Ron's sister Ginny had stated as she passed him by on her way to the kitchen.

"Oh shut it Ginny, I can think as much as I bloody want to." Ron snapped back.

"Calm down, I was only warning you." Ginny replied taking a bite from an apple.

"Yeah, well. Don't, I am perfectly capable of knowing when I've reached my limits." Ron had said, Ginny had begun getting steadily bitchy over the summer, she had grown a little and started growing into her teenage body, and all of a sudden she's got this attitude that screams 'I can do whatever I want, you're just a stupid boy.' And it has really pissed Ron off.

"Ron, stop pitching a fit, you're going to faint from all the blood going to your head." Ginny left that as her final message and just before leaving she had one last thing to say "Ron, when are Harry and Hermione getting here?"

"The night just before the game."

"Make sure you don't die from thinking too much before then, okay?" she obviously didn't expect a reply and left the room, and made her way up the stairs of the Burrow, and entered her room, she was still wearing her bath robe, for which she put on before leaving her room to get a snack. So now that she was safely in her room, she shrugged her robes off and embraced the freedom of being in her room naked.

She walked over to her mirror and enlarged it, and looked at her maturing body, she turned around and lightly brushed her hands across her ass cheeks, she thought that it was her greatest feature, and she thought that if any guy saw it they would find her butt cute, due to the freckles that were scattered along the surface of her rather round arse.

"Harry will definitely enjoy the view, and hopefully the show." Ginny muttered to herself, nibbling on her bottom lip.

~Malfoy Manor~

His white platinum hair was the only truthful thing his reflection would tell him, Draco stood there looking at himself, he was dressed in his normal smart looking atire, his face looked sullen and he felt alone. His reflection showed a white version of Draco, wearing all black, except he had angel wings coming from his back, and horns from his head, Draco didn't know who he was, he didn't know what he was going to do with himself. His father expects him to do everything, but from the dream he had last night... He wasn't sure what his future would be like.

In his dream, he was laying on the floor, softly breathing, he could feel the cold of the room, smell the damp in the air, and could feel the depression in the atmosphere, he could feel the tingle of his beard brush his body, he knew he was taller, knew he was older. He could feel his hair working as an extra pillow. He felt the eyes of someone on him, so he layed still for a moment, and when he heart the patter of foot steps, he turned around and saw someone else in this room with him.

Draco wasn't stupid, his dad had told him stories. Draco was in a prison cell of Azkaban prison, and his roommate seemed very confused with himself. Looking his body over and looking like he was reading something on his arm, Draco wondered what, then he remembered that prisoners get a number, and that must be what his partner was reading, but then he saw the lips move of his cell mate... was there something written?

That can't be... only the most dangerous of criminals have inscriptions with numbers, so Draco checked his arm, and saw that he had two inscriptions, it seemed to be the basis of his fathers Deatheater tattoo, and the other read "Draco Malfoy, Winged Serpent 0208162011" Draco just stared at his arm, what kind of nightmare was this? but it can't be a nightmare, he was still awake, and he was controlling his actions.

Draco was pulled from his self pity by the sudden gruffling sound from his room mate, who was wearing two rings on his left hand, two very ancient and noble looking houses, but Draco couldn't quite see, but his cell mate was stepping backwards and began to fall onto the ground, Draco turned around and put his arms out and just saved his cell mates head. Draco looked at his face and felt like he recognised the aged and rough looking bespectacled person but couldn't put his finger on it-

But here he was, in Malfoy Manor, in the bathroom looking at himself, trying to figure out what he saw, and who he really was. If he really was anyone that would lead to do anything significant in his life... Or will he follow his father and join that white bastard whenever he returns... A single tear ran down Malfoys face.

"Who am I?!"

End of Chapter 1: A Champions Letter