AN: Some of the characters that live in Britain in the Campione Universe will be moved to other parts of the world. For example, Alec won't be the Campione over Britain and the Witenagemot will be moved to a different country as trying to sort out the mess of having bigoted purebloods mixed with the Witenagemot would just give me a headache along with removing the confusion between the Harry Potter Wizenagmot and the Campione's Mage Association known as the Witenagmot.

Another thing that will be changing is the Witches and Wizards in the Harry Potter Universe will be referred to as Warlocks in order to merge the different magic users in the two universes. This was the only way I could put the two Magic Systems together sorry if this annoys anyone.

I have received feedback about the issues with the timeline. There is no actual timeline and date for when Campione takes place but my plan is to push back the time when Alec, Smith and Doni become Campione and create a large gap between when Harry becomes a Campione and the start of the actual Campione series.

Harry Potter and all associated characters, events and people belong to JK Rowling whilst all characters, events and people in Campione belong to Jō Taketsuki.

Chapter 1 – The Encounter in Greece

The untouched snow was disturbed by a nine-year-old child running through the once pristine landscape breaking the serenity of the quiet forest. He was wearing an old, battered coat that was a few sizes too big for him and he looked somewhat malnourished with raven black hair and the most beautiful pair of green eyes shining out of a pair of old tattered, broken taped up glasses.

The boy ran between the trees weaving in and out as his breath condensed in the cold winter air. His face was flushed and he was out of breath yet he didn't stop even for a moment to rest. As he ran an ear-piercing roar rang out from behind him as an uprooted tree sailed through the air and smashed into the ground to the left of the young boy who let out a startled yelp as he fell down sprawling in the snow. He didn't even pause as he tried to stagger back to his feet taking only a cursory glance behind him, seeing only a pair of massive red eyes moving towards him he began to run again, moving forward with all his might.

As he ran through the snow, a deep, inhuman voice rang out from behind the young boy. "You cannot run from me, my prey. None may escape me on my hunt!"

The young boy's name was Harry James Potter or to his relatives 'Freak' or 'Boy', and for the first time in his life, his relatives had taken him on holiday. Aunt Petunia had said that they were going too far to leave the 'Freak' behind, people would get suspicious and she didn't want the local Bridge group to gossip about her. So all the residents of Number Four Privet Drive had headed on holiday to Greece for the winter holiday. They had travelled on the plane which had been one hell of an experience for the untraveled young boy. Uncle Vernon had gotten angry at all the gawking he did and shouted at him which hadn't been pleasant but he didn't care.

They had landed at Aktio International Airport and rented a car to travel to the villa that had been rented high up in the mountains. It had been amazing for the young boy who had barely ever left Privet Drive in Surrey to see all the beautiful sites of Greece. Delphi had been beautiful and Harry found himself in awe of all the sites he visited.

They had been there for a few days before the snow front began to set in. The snow covered the ground like a blanket and Harry had been forced to be Dudley's target practice for snowballs which had ended up with him shivering in the cold. Dudley had chased him into the woods around the Villa and Harry had taken it as a chance to explore without his relatives getting in the way. It had seemed like a good idea until an earth-shaking howl reverberated out over the mountains.

That is what had led to him being chased through the wooded mountains running from whatever manner of being was chasing him. He ducked under a low lying branch as he continued to run. The rhythmic pounding of the large creature's feet behind him getting closer and closer.

He was forced to skid to a halt as he burst out of the tree line and found himself in front of a sheer cliff face. There was no way he would make the drop to the bottom of the cliff. With nowhere to run his fight or flight response switched from one to the other, it was fight or die.

Turning around he stood at the edge of the cliff waiting for the being to come out of the woods. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small switchblade he had managed to buy off a vendor back in Britain, he had it in case Uncle Vernon tried once again to truly hurt him like he did when he had been tied to the bannister and whipped with the belt for getting higher grades than Dudley. Harry had promised himself after that that he would never allow such a thing to occur again. He had been honestly surprised that he hadn't been arrested at Border Control for having it in his suitcase but for some reason it had gotten past them.

He didn't have to wait long as trees were uprooted and flew about as the monster broke out of the forest. Harry's eyes widened in surprise and horror as he took in the great beast in front of him. It was massive, at least the size of a large truck if not bigger. An enormous black fur covered Wolf, its body shining softly in the reflection of the moonlight. Its every movement rippled the muscles hidden under the beast's skin as it radiated majesty and destruction. Its red eyes glowed with immense amounts of power and as it bared its huge teeth at him Harry felt as if just looking at those impossibly sharp row of teeth they would tear him apart. It was instinctive, somehow deep within him, Harry knew that this Beast was not a mortal or natural being. It wasn't even magical, its very aura screamed of something far greater, far more exalted than a mere wolf containing magic.

A God.

Every pour of the enormous Wolf in front of him screamed of untold power beyond any mortal's comprehension. Its very presence suffocated the air around it as if the world around it was subservient to its will. The power and presence only a being of Divine origin could produce.

Harry watched with a strange sense of detachment as the Wolf opened its massive maw and spoke in a gravelled old voice. "So little mortal you have nowhere else to go. Nowhere to hide. You have given this One a rather good hunt. Thou should feel proud. I had hoped that you would provide a little entertainment for this One before this One went hunting the Devil Kings who roam the lands but you have evaded this One for far longer than this One expected. I would know thou's name."

The God was speaking to him, demanding his name, it wasn't a question. It was enough to awake the young boy from his shock and despite the fact that he should be a quivering mess on the floor he straightened his shoulders and looked the God dead in the eye and answered in a clear voice. "Harry Potter."

He had been told all his life that his parents were drunks, wastes of society who died and abandoned him. Yet deep within his heart, Harry knew that these were lies. Deep within him, Harry knew they would be proud of him standing fearless even in the face of a being beyond humanity. He got a strange sense of deja vu from that thought and a long forgotten memory of a scream, a flash of green and an insane cackle flittered across his mind before he was dragged back to the present.

"Harry Potter." The Wolf God ran the words over his tongue as if savouring them before looking back at him. "I will remember it, now die!"

With that announcement, the massive Wolf slashed one of its massive paws out towards Harry, the razor-sharp meter long claws singing through the air as Harry attempted to jump out of the way but he had been too slow and the God far too fast.

The edge of the God's claw that was capable of ripping through even the strongest of metal with contemptuous ease caught Harry in the side and despite it only being a glancing blow the claw shredded through skin and bone easier than paper. Harry let out a shriek of pain as blood poured out of the wound that had shredded a good portion of his torso.

However, as Harry staggered backwards and steadied himself as he tried to push through the pain. He looked up at the God in front of him which looked more amused by his struggle than anything. The thought that he was nothing but amusement to this God made him angry.

How dare he!

Unlike nearly all of humanity who would have curled up and whimpered in fear and pain, willing to succumb to the pain and the overwhelming power standing in front of them, to lay down and die like sheep, Harry gripped the knife in his hand completely aware at how small and weak his weapon was in comparison to his enemy but uncaring and through the agonizing pain that was running through his whole body he let out a savage almost inhuman snarl.

"Good. There is steel in you young one, how impressive." There was now just a hint of respect in the Deity's eye. "You are most intriguing young one. This One would give you my blessing but alas you will not survive your wounds. Do not fret though this One will put you out of your misery."

With that, the Beast lunged forward its massive jaw opened wide to tear the young boy into pieces, but this time Harry was ready. Moving to the side with speed faster than he should have possibly been capable of with the enormous wound he had suffered was barely able to get out of the way of the mouth of the beast. Raising the knife in his hand he was filled with but one desire. To inflict just some pain on the monster who had hurt him so badly before he finally succumbed to his wounds.

As adrenaline flooded his body a power deep within him welled up and as he was filled with a single desire to harm the Divine in front of him the power he did not or could not know was that magic answered his will. As his wish to tear into this Deity in front of him filled him like nothing else all the magic in his body even the magic contained within the shard of soul embedded in his skull and the protection his mother's sacrifice had given him, answered his call and his small blade was flooded with every ounce of power Harry James Potter could bring to bear. Sharpening it beyond any blade created by the hands of normal men and as the magic and sheer will Harry exerted onto the blade did the impossible and pushed the enchanted knife into the edge of the Divine, temporarily giving the blade that wouldn't even pierce the God's skin the ability to harm it.

With all the strength his malnourished body could muster Harry brought his blade downwards towards the gigantic wolf's neck. The tiny six-inch blade which dimly glowing with energy near that of a Divine Weapon cut into the massive neck of the wolf and through Fate defying luck Harry's blade, a defected model for the high amount of silver contained within it strengthening the blade cut into the main artery of the giant wolf's neck. Turning what should have been nought but a scratch or flesh wound into a fatal attack.

The wolf God let out a roar of pain and rage as it skidded past Harry losing balance it toppled over creating a localized earthquake as its massive body displaced snow, earth, and soil when it slammed into the ground at high speed.

As Harry watched the God, the steel and silver blade of the switch knife in his hand cracked before breaking apart into shards that landed in the snow as the ordinary steel was destroyed by the divine energy channelled through it.

The massive wolf tried to stand from the crater its body had made as blood gushed down its neck. "You! How!?"

As it tried to stand the wolf collapsed back to the ground. Blood pouring faster and faster from its neck. The wolf raised its head from its prone position and Harry saw amusement mixed into the pain that shone from the glowing red eyes of the wolf. "So this is how it ends. Defeated at the hands of a young pup but… you are more than that aren't you young pup. You will be an Alpha now."

Letting out a bark which sounded more like laughter than anything else the God looked Harry straight in the eye and in that moment with blood pooling around its head and crimson matting its fur the God had never looked more majestic. "Very good… yes, very good Harry Potter. Get stronger new Alpha. Strong enough that when I return for Ragnarök our battle will be one of Legend."

It was spoken quietly and the Deity's voice was no longer filled with anger or pain and yet it reverberated deep within Harry, a Divine Mandate, a command from the strongest Alpha and a request from a defeated foe to the successor of their power.

With the last word the God wanted to speak it closed its massive shining red eyes as its head crashed back to the ground with a loud thud. Its rhythmic breathing dying out.

As Harry took a breath of fresh air as the adrenaline and magic he had used dissipated, he felt exhaustion and agonizing pain slam into his mind with force of a ten-ton truck and he let out a groan of agony as he looked down at his gouged out torso. He had no idea how he had been able to stand let alone move but now he was just tired. His legs wobbled before collapsing under his weight and he toppled forwards into the snow. His blood now staining the white snow a crimson colour.

His eyes began to droop lower and lower as he tried to force them open but… he was too tired, too cold. It hurt too much. The last thing he saw was the massive wolf he had just slain beginning to glow a golden colour as his world faded to black.

Darkness.

…

…

Nothingness.

…

…

It surrounded him like a shroud. He couldn't feel, see, smell, taste or hear anything in this endless void where time was utterly meaningless.

Then out of the endless nothingness, he heard the tinkling sound of a young female voice and his head resting on a pair of warm thighs.

"Hmm… well, you are certainly the youngest ever to have become one of my children. Just look at how adorable you are and to be marked by Prophecy before you've even become one of my children, how interesting. Come wake up my child."

Harry groaned as he felt someone tug on his cheek the same way Aunt Petunia did when she wanted to drag him somewhere yet he somehow knew that this time it was done out of affection rather than disgust.

Opening his eyes Harry looked up and saw that he was sitting in the lap of a young teenage girl, with rich purple hair tied up into pigtails and green eyes much darker than his own that shone with the same power the wolf had, her beauty was supernatural in nature no doubt about it, even someone as young as Harry knew she was very very pretty far more pretty than anyone he had seen Uncle Vernon drool over on the TV or Aunt Petunia looked at with envy in her magazines. There was no doubt in his eyes the moment he laid eyes on this woman he knew what she was. A God. Yet he sensed absolutely no malice or sense of danger from her. Instead, he felt a strange sense of comfort as if he was wrapped up in a warm blanket.

He moved his eyes off the Deity and looked around at his surroundings. It was a pure white filled with absolutely nothing. There seemed to be light coming from nowhere that illuminated the boundless world of white and the floor and sky seemed to be almost indistinguishable from each other. The only thing that stuck out of the flat landscape was a thing lying on the floor a few metres from them. Harry recoiled in disgust and shock as he looked at it.

It was small about the size of a baby and looked like an emaciated human child yet it possessed no nose and was covered in what looked like burns and flaking skin. What caused Harry to feel bile rise up in his throat though was the aura that was leaking off it. It didn't possess the same overwhelming presence of power and majesty that the God he had killed created. No, this thing was far, far weaker it was just wrong. An abomination that should not exist, one that reeked of malice and evil.

"Wh-what the hell is that?!" Harry stuttered feeling almost sick just looking at it.

A brief look of utter fury crossed the Goddess's face as a golden aura manifested and flared around her causing the thing to whimper in fear and curl up in a ball.

As she looked back at Harry the Goddess's eyes turned gentle and she said. "Nothing to worry about just a parasite that doesn't know its place and will soon be destroyed."

Harry nodded, for some reason he trusted this female deity despite his past experience with the first one. A brief look of confusion crossed her beautiful face before a metaphorical light bulb hit her and she slammed her fist into the palm of her hand. "Ah yes now I remember. The black art that Epimetheus and I left behind. The sacred birth of an illegitimate child shrouded in darkness, born of a fool and a witch. A secret right of usurpation only possible through the sacrifice of a God. In short, all the required conditions have been met and you will receive a gift from the heavens!"

As she spoke she began to glow with power far greater than her earlier flare as she charged up the Ritual she and her husband had made aeons ago, in repentance for her sin.

"The requirements have been fulfilled. A God has been slain and a Godslayer shall rise!"

"Therefore I, Pandora, the All-Giving Woman, the foolish witch who both cursed and blessed the world hereby claim this child as my newest son!"

As she made her proclamation, shouts of anger and rage filled the unending world of white as the weight of the anger of all the Gods in heaven pressed down on them as if threatening both her and her child for their blasphemous action.

Pandora grinned as she looked upwards towards the heavens. "Fume all you want, I've made my decision. Let everyone grant my child their blessing and hatred, the Seventh Campione!"

Looking back at Harry as she was surrounded in a maelstrom of power she said. "Go forth with my blessing my child… Harry Potter! The newest of the Supreme Kings!"

At that proclamation, Harry's eyes involuntarily began to droop and he felt himself falling back into the black of unconsciousness.

His last sight was the gentle and loving smile on Pandora's face as his world returned to darkness.

Vikenti Ryzhkov had seen and done many things in his life but he had never seen the site of the descent of a Heretic God. He had joined the Russian Army straight out of high school and trained hard with them for ten long years before seeing action for a good five years of the war in Afghanistan until his leg was injured by an IED. The Doctors had told him that nothing could be done about it but he was unwilling to give up and delved into anything that would help him until he bumped into a member of the Greenwich Assembly and discovered the world of magic. Practically begging the man to help him heal his leg he was invited back to the Greenwich Assembly's base in Switzerland where one of their healers had a look at him and they were able to heal his injured leg. They had found he had talent as a Mage and so began his training in the mystic arts, joining the Assembly's Knights. Those who hunt down Sorcerers, destroy cults working to resurrect their fallen Gods and locating lost knowledge from hostile environments. He had done extremely well on his missions and risen up through the ranks until he reached the position of Great Knight, strongest of the Assembly's Knights. Yet even someone of his experience had never seen anything like this.

It had been lucky that he had been in Greece in the area on unrelated business when he along with two subordinates had felt the divine presence of the God slam down on their shoulders. He had almost driven off the road by accident until he'd managed to regain control of the vehicle in the nick of time. Turning around they had raced through the mountains trying to find the location where the Heretic God had descended and as they got closer and closer the amount of magic in the air grew and grew.

All three of them were afraid. There was no hiding it. They were human, powerful magic users all three of them, some of the crème of the crop of the entre Magical World but human all the same. In the face of a Heretic God they were naught but ants.

But they had a duty.

They were the guardians of humanity against the supernatural and divine and the could not, would not balk from that duty. So drawing on all the experience of their long careers they had steeled themselves to the idea of death and prepared to lay down their lives even if only to slow the god down for a few minutes. Perhaps if they were lucky a Campione would arrive to save their arses before they crossed over into the next life.

They had found the closest point they could get to by car was on the driveway of a villa located deep within the rural mountains. An obese man, his stick like wife and their fat son had come out to investigate what they were doing there. Vikenti had ignored them until the obese man began to threaten him. His subordinate Ignacio Underwood had knocked all three out with a Sleeping Spell after getting fed up with the man's ranting before they moved into the forest.

Vikenti led the way in as the last member of the group a Witch of some ability by the name of Audrey Buckley turned to her two companions. "Here take a look at this."

Vikenti and Ignacio moved over to have a look at what she was pointing at. Vikenti's eyes widened in surprise, in the snow was a set of footprints clearly fresh. Footprints of a child.

Ignacio cried out. "Does this mean there is a child out there with a Heretic God running rampage!"

Vikenti growled low in his throat and said. "Come on let's go, we need to find this child before the God does."

Ignacio and Audrey marshalled themselves and followed him as they tracked the footprints deeper into the forest. As they moved the thickness of power in the air grew greater and greater.

"Oh my god." Murmured Ignacio, a thought backed up by Audrey cry of dismay.

In front of them next to the small footprint of the child was an enormous paw print at least the size of a grown man. Both tracks were leading off in one direction and the three of them could see ripped up and smashed trees creating a path through the otherwise unbroken tree line.

"Do you think this is the work of." Audrey trailed off, the sheer size of the creature coupled with the ridiculous density of magic in the air shaking her to her very core.

"The Heretic God?" Vikenti responded. "Likely. Come on we have a job to do."

With that, he began to follow both sets of tracks. Both his subordinates, individuals who had fought on the front line against some of the worst magic users of humanity, actually swallowed nervously before following their commander.

Vikenti's stomach continued to sink as he followed the path of destruction through the woods. Even the likes of Giants would become tired by the amount of devastation he could see but the Heretic God didn't seem to even break stride. The massive paw prints in the snow being almost equal in distance from each other.

Ignacio looked at his two companions and asked. "How big do you think this thing is?"

Vikenti looked back over his shoulder and replied. "At least fifteen maybe twenty metres long I suspect. Not that it matters even if a Heretic God was the size of a mouse it would still be an opponent far beyond our ability."

Both Ignacio and Audrey nodded in understanding and they followed in silence as they trudged through the snow the intensity of the power in the air growing only stronger, creating a feeling as if they were drowning in it, their senses feeling sluggish like they were underwater.

"Holy shit." Said, Ignacio, as they followed the destruction out of the forest and into a clearing that led out onto a sheer cliff. The snow in front of them was stained red with blood and on one side was a crater at least ten meters in diameter looking like a large bomb had been detonated. Next to the crater was a child maybe nine years old, blood staining the ground all around him. The strangest thing about the entire scene was the golden dust that slowly made its way into the boy's body vanishing as it entered.

"What happened here?" Asked Ignacio though Vikenti didn't answer as a sudden thought struck him and he physically paled. Moving forward his feet trudging through the brown dirt of the crater he knelt down next to the boy. Getting a clear look at him now Vikenti could see that he was Caucasian with black hair that was as messy as a bird's nest and a pair of wire glasses bent out of shape perched on his nose. He was dressed in a scruffy looking coat which looked like it had been ripped open at the side yet despite all the blood soaking the snow there was not a scratch on him.

"We need to get His Majesty back to headquarters now." Vikteni said as he picked up the small boy in his arms as delicately as if he was carrying a statue made of glass.

Audrey looked confused at what he said. "His Majesty?"

Vikenti just nodded as he began to walk back the way they had come as a magic circle appeared under his feet. "May I introduce you to the newest of the Godslayers, the Seventh Campione."

With that announcement, he exploded forward with speed as he activated the Hermetic Magic, Leap, disappearing into the forest, leaving behind two gaping subordinates.

Audrey turned to Ignacio and said. "Did he just… just say the Seventh Campione?"

Ignacio now pale just nodded. "He did. Come on we have to get out of here."

With that, both magic users began to make their way back towards their car. They both knew deep within their souls that something fundamental in the world had changed.

Meanwhile high up in the Scottish Highlands within a school of magic users at the highest tower of the school which contained the Headmasters Office a row of blood bound tracking devices short-circuited and stopped working as the blood within them fizzled away and the Blood Ward they were attached to suffered a catastrophic collapse. Though none would notice for a good few years as the office's owner was away on business and far too prideful in his master plan to check on them.

More importantly across the world at six different locations six individuals who had been minded there own business suddenly stopped whatever they were doing and looked to the sky.

A man sitting on a throne deep within a cold castle in the Balkan's began to grin, a savage bloodthirsty look appearing in his green glowing eyes that was completely at odds with his rather aristocratic clothes and looks.

"I hope you one day prove to be worthy of a hunt, my dear youngest brother." Said the man in gravelly voice before he fell silent once more.

A man wrapped up in cloth, the wrap around his head slightly loose revealing a mop of black hair was slowly trudging through the desert before he suddenly paused as he crested the sand dune. Turning around he stared off into the distant, his gaze instantly becoming unfathomable as his eyes seemed to pierce the horizon.

He stood their staring for what seemed like hours before he retracted his gaze and turned around as he continued his walk though their now seemed to be an air of thoughtfulness about him.

Above the city that never sleeps on the edge of an apartment building a slender man dressed ina suit, cape and metallic mask suddenly looked away from the building he/she had been investigating and looked off into the distance. "How interesting, a seventh."

Before his/her gaze was drawn back to the goings on in the building opposite.

In a different time, far from the current era a cloaked women walked down a cobbled street. Her feet making pattering sounds against the stone floor. Moving between the medieval garbed populace of the small city she suddenly paused in the middle of the road, people moving around almost unconsciously as she looked towards the sky, her gaze suddenly becoming timeless as she looked through the infinite void towards a different time.

A soft smile appeared on her face as she wondered aloud. "I wonder what you are like my new little brother."

Atop a mist covered mountain in China a transcendentally beautiful women sat absolutely still as the grass swayed in a gentle breeze around her yet didn't seem to even ruffle her clothes. She appeared more like a statue than a living being.

Suddenly her eyes snapped open, displaying shock and surprise as her twisted to look off into he distance as she got a thoughtful look on her face. "Another one? Hmm I wonder if this new Rakshasa will be able to challenge this Eminence."

At a river was a young blond haired man fishing, his rod in the water. Feeling a fish tug on the end he was just about to pull it up when his eyes widened in shock and he dropped the fishing rod his arm blurring as he stood up. The sword that had been lying on the grassy bank next to him in his hand as he looked off into the distance. A happy yet bloodthirsty smile on his face as his fighting spirit blazed through the roof.

Finally someone else to fight.