Summary:
AU- medievalish universe (knight, kingdom...)
Harry James Potter has been living with the Dursleys for eighteen years, on the day of his eighteenth birthday a giant comes and announces that he is the only heir to the kingdom of Vysburg and that as such he is expected to save a foreign princess from the remote castle she's captive. Also slay a dragon.
Note:
-My first attempt at a 'long' fanfic (by long I mean more than one chapter, I can't seem to do more), I'll try to update it every Wednesday. Hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as I have fun writing it! Don't forget to review, it helps me carrying on with the story!
I don't own anything, Harry Potter is the work of the wonderful J. .
Harry was living with the Dursley, a couple having the life style of royalty despite the fact that they had no ties whatsoever with royalty. Their estate was big, that much was true, but their parcel of land must have been given out of spite because they were remote from all the places to be the kingdom of Vysburg had. And there were a lot, the kingdom had stayed prosperous even after the death of the King and the Queen and the disappearance of the only heir to the throne, all of that thanks to the regent Albus Dumbledore. Or that's what Harry had heard, when he sneaked in his cousin Dudley's lessons.
Luckily (for them and for Harry), the Dursleys were not poor. They had servants working on their estate. One of them, Mrs Figg had been Harry's wet nurse, she was a bit old now, her old legs would often give out, still she kept on working. She was the only one being nice to Harry. The other servants treated him like one of them, or even lower. Harry didn't mind, he had never seen the world as a place with ranks, people on the top ruling and people on the bottom obeying, that was something Uncle Vernon had kept harping on about. He had wanted the best for Dudley for him to be a man of influence. The only influence he had were over his bullies friends and his dog Neider.
As for what Harry did in the estate, he always had something to wash, mend and scrub. He seldom left, Dudley was the one who went to the nearest town whenever he wanted to. And as aunt Petunia had once said, they already had a son, they had no need for another one. Expect that Harry wasn't their son, surely they had power over him until he was of age, but he was certainly not their son. He was nothing like them. He was dark haired, green-eyed, scrawny and tanned, whereas the three of them were blond, blue-eyed, plump and rosy.
In fact, most of the time the Dursleys had to beg to be invited into the most influencial estates. It seemed like nobody wanted to welcome them. Aunt Petunia kept on complaining about it, saying that they were too far away from the capital, uncle Vernon mumbled and grumbled all day long and Dudley whined everytime he received letters from his friends who 'were having so much fun outside of this stupid countryside'. Truly, Harry had no problem to see why people didn't want to see them. He would have given anything he owned (and that wasn't much) to not be sujected to them everyday of his life. Well, his childhood at least. He wasn't planning on living with them eternally, he had long decided that as soon as he had turned eighteen he would run away. It was a nice dream, he was unsure how he could do it, he had no skill whatsoever and no rank. His future looked grim.