Chapter 03: Enter Harry Potter, Return to Britain

The past six years had been almost like heaven for Harry James Potter.

Although the next bombshell he discovered after finding out he was magical was that the blood wards that were around his relatives' home were the real reason as to why they had treated him so poorly.

Magical Britain's ignorance towards non-magicals was proven once more for anyone with competent knowledge in dealing with runes and wards would know that Blood Wards did protect those within so long as a direct blood relative lived there. But the side effects affected non-magicals in a way that causes them to either go insane over time or inhibits their strongest fear. And since the Dursleys feared magic, the Blood Wards made that fear worse, thus why Harry had been abused and neglected. So the first thing Geoffrey did before leaving with Harry was tearing down the damn wards and replacing them with those that actually did their job and even added some extras to keep annoyances like Legillmen users out of the minds of non-magicals.

Geoffrey then introduced Harry to the new school he and eight other friends had set up on an uncharted island in the ocean space between Austrilia and South America. There, Harry received not only a non-magical, but full magical education.

Now age fourteen, Harry James Potter wandered down the halls of his modern school. Unlike those in Europe, this schools in North America, South America, and Asia didn't care much for the Statute of Secrecy. In fact, they encouraged that magic be slowly revealed to the non-magical population at the same rate non-magical technoologies were being intergrated into the magical world. But since Europe was infamous for producing practically all of the worlds Dark Lords, those countries were kept in the dark of these changes even in the International Confederation of Wizards.

It didn't take long to find who he wanted. Though it was night time, Geoffrey was easy to locate due to his silver hair standing out in the moonlight like a sore thumb.

But before he could even utter a single word to his friend and vise versa, Harry was surrounded in bright golden light. In an effort to stop whatever magic was going on, Geoffrey grabbed onto Harry's arm in an effort to pull him out of the light. That didn't work as both wer enveloped by the light. And when the light died down, they found themselves in the middle of a huge hall that was packed to the brim with people.

Harry was the first to state his shock. "What the hell?! How did we get here?!"

Geoffrey matched his volume pitch for pitch. "How should I know?! Weren't you the one being pulled by some unknown force? Cut the damn connection off already and let's go!"

"Don't you think i would have if I could? There's something binding about it!"

"For God's sake, or you a Mage or not? Just cut through it and be done with it!"

"If you're so good, why don't you do it?!"

"Maybe I will!"

"You wanna have a go?!"

"Bring it!"

With that battle cry, Harry and Geoffrey leaped at one another and began firing off spells at one another in rapid succession.

"Firaga!" "Thundaga!" "Blizzaga!"

"Waterga!" Aeroga!" "Zero Graviga!"

Both teens ignored their surroundings, opting to fly into the air above the four long tables to continue their spell fire as each kept sending off Level 3 Black Magic at one another without rest. Any and all debris from the magic was also sent away by their own magic subconsciously so not to cause harm to innocent bystanders.

Once their 'warm-up' was done, they went into more magical dueling detail. Switching to non-verbal spell combat, both Harry and Geoffrey took to long distance spell fire as each did their best to knock the other out of the air in the same fashion a Beater whacks a Bludger during Quidditch. It got to the point the two were battling one another with projection spell like Patronuses, fire dragons, wind manipulation, and other advanced magical arts.

After about five minutes of their quick but somewhat brutal match, an old man down at what appeared to be the main table had pulled out his wand and shot out a loud BANG from his wand and shouted at the fighting pair, "ENOUGH!"

As the dust settled, everyone in the hall could now make out what Geoffrey and Harry looked like. Soon after observing them and how well-developed they were they had many of the female population drooling at them.

The old man who had stopped them walked up to them and spoke up, "Harry my boy, welcome to Hogwarts. We have been waiting for you to arrive for years now."

Both Harry and Geoffrey glanced at one another. Giving each other discreet nods, they affirmed to go with Plan A.

Plan A was made in the event Harry ever met Albus Dumbledore, the man they discovered was the reason Harry's childhood had been a literal living hell. So as part of a payback plan, Plan A was to irritate the hell out of Bumblebore.

"Hey, Harry."

"Yes, Geoffrey?"

"Who's the Merlin wannabe?"

"Don't know. Looks pretty similar to old man Merlin though, doesn't he?"

"Are you kidding? Merlin Didn't wear gaddy robes or glasses like those. I say the imitation comes from the long beard. Seriously, what old man that old would want to have a long goatee like that?"

"Well, as you said, he IS an old goat."

"Touche my good friend. Touche."

By now, the play-by-play had many of the muggle-borns and half-bloods who were muggle raised in the Hall finding it very difficult to hold their laughter restrained. While most found it appalling that these two newcomers were disrepecting one of their most famous wizards, others found the fact that the two were doing so without so much as a care even more hilarious. A twin pair of redheads for example, had already fallen off the bench they had been sitting on, roaring with laughter that was soon joined by a majority of the Hall.

Dumbledore was shocked speechless. He had never been disrespected in such a way that made him quite red in the face. Behind him, many of his staff either looked outraged at the two teens' behavior, were neutral, or were hiding smirks at seeing the 'Great Albus Dumbledore' being somewhat humbled in a humiliating way. It was poetic justice to them.

Before the Hogwarts Headmaster could attempt to say more, Geoffrey opened up the watch he had on his left wrist, pressed a side button and said, "Hey Eva, it seems Harry and I have been forcefully summoned to Hogwarts in Scotland for some reason. Any ideas why?"

A somewhat cold female voice answered back, shocking those muggle-born as to how the watch seemed to acting like a cell phone, "Well, if you actually paid attention to international news you would know those idiots in Europe are trying to bring back the Triwizard tournament to bring up their reputation and standing with the rest of the magical world."

Harry snorted at that. "Fat good they're doing, espcially after the disaster at the Quidditch World Cup." While they hadn't been there, their group had heard how Death Eaters had attacked the after-party at the World Cup for unknown reasons. And somehow, the blame for summoning the Dark Mark was placed on a house elf. The rest of the international community ignored the rest after that, not wanting to know more of Britain's stupidity in fear it was contagious.

A male voice spoke up next from the other side of the line, "Looks like things are finally in motion then. I take it Plan A is already underway?"

"Yup." Geoffrey confirmed with a wide grin. "Are the others with you?"

"All clear on this end!" a new male voice spoke up.

Geoffrey and Harry nodded at each other. They jumped the long length of the Great Hall in a single bound (much to everyone's shock) and landed in front of the big double doors. Geoffrey then faced them all, non-verbally cast Sonorus on himself and projected out to all to hear him say, "Students and teachers of Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons! Since it seems there is a fourth champion present-" he smirked at Dumbledore's shocked expression having read that piece of brief info from the old man's mind, "-it is only fair for us to have our own representatives present. Allow us to present them to you now!"

He then pressed another side button on his watch and pointed it at the space in front of him. This was set up to a like a Summoning Technique or Teleportation in a way only that it worked on the magical signatures of those registered ahead of time. In this case, he and Harry were calling upon their eight allies, the eight whom had joined them in their quest of world domination (at te request of one of their members).

In the next second, a total of ten people stood in a single file row across the back of the Great Hall with Geoffrey and Harry in the center.

A tall Asian teen with black hair tied in a pigtail started the introductions. "Master of Anything Goes Martial Arts, I am the Ki and Dueling expert of our school: Ranma Saotome at your service."

To Ranma's left, a teenage blonde whose hair was tied in a ponytail on the right side spoke up. "Guardian of the Celestial Spirits, I am our resident History teacher: Lucy Heartfilia. Nice to meet you."

On Lucy's left was another girl with short brown hair. "Mistress of the Cards, I am the Astronomy and Potions mistress: Sakura Kinomoto. Good evening to you all." she bowed to the Hall.

To Sakura' left stood another blonde, this one male whose long locks were tied in a pigtail not unlike Ranma's. "Second creator of the Philosopher's Stone, I am our Alchemy as well as another Dueling expert. Name's Edward Elric and don't you forget it!"

Skipping over Geoffrey and Harry, on the far left was another Asain girl with long red hair tied to the side in a ponytail. "I am our Magical Weapons and Physical Education teacher: Nanoha Takamachi. Hello to you." Like Sakura, she bowed to the Hall.

On Nanoha's right stood a girl with long blonde hair who looked absolutely bored. "I'm the Wandless and Rapid Spellfire Magics genius: Evangeline A.K. McDowell. The pleasure's not mine."

Another teenage girl was next to Eva, this one's red hair tied in a twintail fashion. "Mistress of Elemental Magic and Magical Enhancement, I'm Princess Mint of the East Heaven Kingdom of Japan and don't forget it unless you want me to pound you to dust." Many gasps went out from the purebloods at that. While they didn't care for foreigners much, even they knew of the powerfully famous magical kingdom of East Heaven.

Finally, the tenth member of their group on Mint's right was a teenage boy with spiky blond hair and strange whisker birthmarks on his cheeks. "Hiya! I'm our Chakra and resident Seals expert: Naruto Uzumaki-Namikaze -ttebayo! Believe it!"

Harry was next, his green eyes sparkling mischievously. "I'm our school's top Magical Defense student as well as a practitioner in Dueling, Magical Weapons, and Seals. Harry James Potter-Black; Head of the Ancient and Most Noble Houses of Potter, Peverelle, Gryffindor, and Slytherin has returned to Britain!" That announcement received gasps all across the Hall.

Last but not least, Geoffrey spoke up. "I'm well-versed in all fields previously mentioned, but I prefer Magical Weapons, Ki, Rapid Spellfire. I am Geoffrey Yuri Vermillon, Head of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Vermillion and founder of the Fairy Tail Academy of Lost Magics. And together, the ten of us are..."

All ten teenagers struck a pose formation and spoke as one, "-The Ten Wizard Saints of True Magics!"

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End of Chapter 03
Author's Notes & Disclaimer:
Yeah, I've been rather slow on updating this one. Frankly, I wasn't sure how I would proceed with this story. I don't own anything used here, but any ideas for how I could proceed are more than welcome. Leave a review with your thoughts and I'll let you know in the next chapter if I used your ideas. Thanks! :)