Harry Potter and the Deryni Legend
Disclaimer: All characters in this story belong to JK Rowling and Katherine Kurtz respectively. I have no money, so suing me would be a mistake. Only the plot is mine.
Summary: Potter is sent to the Gwynedd during the time of Kelson's reign as king.
Authors Note (PLEASE READ!): I started this story before Order of the Phoenix, and if I continue it, it will completely ignore most everything that happened in that book (I think). But I am revising and reposting the initial chapers to see if anyone would be interested in reading this story should I continue it.
Chapter I: In which a new school year begins
"BOY!" A thin 16-year-old cringed at the call. "GET IN HERE NOW!" He picked himself up out of the perfect flowerbeds and walked slowly towards the normal house. He did not belong here, for he was not a normal boy.
No, Harry Potter was not normal. To start, he was a wizard and attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Second, a powerful dark wizard had killed Harry's parents when he was just a baby. And third, he had battled said wizard four times and lived.
"Yes Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked quietly as he entered the perfect little house at number 4 Privet Drive.
"I will NOT tolerate any of your unnaturalness in my house!" Vernon Dursley, a large man with no neck, was seething with rage. "That includes your freaky little friends sending you messages."
Harry looked at the owl that had delivered the letter; he did not recognize it. "It isn't from my friends, none of them own that owl. It is probably from my school." He held his breath and did not look at his uncle.
"School, huh?" Vernon looked slightly apprehensive at the thought. "Take it, then. I don't want any more letters in this house, understand boy?"
Harry tried his hardest not to smile at Vernon's behavior, "Yes Uncle Vernon." He took his letter and sprinted to his room.
When Harry got to his room, he took a better look at the letter that had been sent to him. It was indeed from Hogwarts. He quickly broke the seal and took out the parchment that was enclosed in the envelope.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Please note that the new school year will begin on September first. The Hogwarts Express will leave from King's Cross Station, platform nine and three-quarters, at eleven o'clock.
Due to last years events, sixth and seventh year students will be taking additional classes in Defense Against the Dark Arts. The course options are listed below, you will decide which to take after the welcome feast on the first.
A list of books for the following year is enclosed.
Yours sincerely,
Professor m. McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Harry did not care to think about what happened in his fifth year; the events were still too fresh in his mind. He put the letter aside and glanced at the calendar. It was August 15th, two weeks until school started. Harry doubted he would be able to see his friends before September first, not with what happened last summer.
The next week passed before Harry realized he needed to get the Dursleys to take him to Diagon Ally so he could do his school shopping. He waited until the perfect time to ask.
"Uncle Vernon?" He asked one day after dinner.
Vernon did not say anything, but he grunted to show he was listening.
"As you know, the new school term starts in a week, and I need to get my supplies," his uncle began to froth at the mouth, Harry started talking faster. "So I was wondering if, while you were taking Dudley to London tomorrow, you could drop me off where I need to go?"
"Fine, but only because we need to take Dudley to get fitted for a new uniform, you will have no more than two hours, or we will leave you in London. Got it?"
"Yes Uncle Vernon, thank you."
A week later found Harry sitting at King's Cross Station at around 7 a.m. His aunt had needed to pick up Dudley's finished uniform, so Harry hitched a ride with her to London again.
Harry pushed his trolley to the barrier between platforms nine and ten and looked around to see if any one was watching. No one was, so he leaned against the barrier and fell through to platform nine and three-quarters.
After placing his trunk and Hedwig's cage in a corner and sending Hedwig to Hogwarts, Harry decided to spend a little time wandering around the station. He had always wondered if there were more platforms like nine and three-quarters.
Harry took his wand, invisibility cloak, money and some other things he might want and put them in a magical backpack that he bought in Diagon Ally and set off. He walked from platform to platform, pushing on the barriers between them. Sometimes he got lucky and ended up on magical platforms, such as seven and five-ninths or three and one-twelfth, other times, nothing happened.
Soon Harry was at the last barrier, between platforms twelve and thirteen. He glanced around, and casually walked up to the barrier. As he leaned against it, he felt a tingling sensation in the back of his mind. Suddenly he was pulled through the barrier.
When he looked around, he did not know where he was. There were no tracks and no platform numbers. It looked as if he was in a castle, but it looked nothing like Hogwarts.
"Who are you child?" Harry snapped around at the voice.
"H-Harry Potter," he responded quietly.
"How did you get here, do you know?" Harry still could not see who was speaking. "Over here, in the corner."
"No sir, I was wandering around at King's Cross Station testing the barriers when I got pulled through into this room."
"Interesting, come here child, let me look at you." Harry stepped a little closer to the man. "How old are you?"
"I just turned 16, sir."
"Why, you are no child. But not yet a man, you are the same age as the king." The man shook his head sadly.
By now, Harry was a little confused. "Excuse me, what king?"
"King Kelson, of course, he has been king since his father Brion passed two years ago."
Harry was still confused, but chose to ignore it, "Okay, I don't think I'm from around here, is there any one I can talk to about how I ended up in this room with no doors?"
"Of course, please excuse me, there is no one here at the moment, but I can take you to the castle at Rhemuth. That is where the King is at the moment."
"That sounds good; maybe one of his advisers can help me or something,"
"Please step over here, on to this patterned area on the floor, what I am about to do might startle you, but you need to remain relaxed, understand?"
"Yes," Harry replied a bit apprehensively. Suddenly he felt a tugging sensation behind his navel, as if he were using a portkey.
Soon his feet hit ground again. When he tried to look at his surroundings, he saw black spots dancing in front of his eyes and then nothing as he passed out.
"He is dressed strangely; did he say where he was from?" Harry heard a voice ask.
"No, he just appeared in the room, not even on the transfer portal." Another voice answered, but Harry thought he recognized this one. He tried to speak, but all he could do was create a little groan.
"I think he is beginning to wake, maybe he'll be able to tell us how he got here."
"Whyizt all dark?" Harry managed to slur the question.
"You passed out after we came through the transfer portal, your eyes should adjust to the light in a moment." Harry began to see spots of color and white light dancing in front of his eyes. Soon he could make out blurry shapes.
He figured his sight should be normal now, reaching to his face Harry realized his glasses where missing. "Where are my glasses?"
"Here." One of the blurry shapes pushed the glasses onto his face and the world snapped into focus. "Better?"
"Yeah, thanks." Harry took a better look at the room he was in and the people standing around him. "Um, where am I?"
"Do you remember what happened before you passed out?" The man that Harry had met when he first arrived asked.
"A little, I was walking around King's Cross and I ended up in that room with no doors. Then you did something and I passed out." Harry remembered what happened; he just could not recall how he ended up in that room. "I'm sorry, I don't want to sound rude or anything, but who are all you people?"
The second man chuckled at Harry's question. "Do not worry, we will not think you rude for asking, you have a right to know who we are. I am Duke Alaric Morgan, and this is Bishop Denis Arilan. You are now in the priest's study in the Cathedral of St. George in Rhemuth."
Harry looked at the two men. The one introduced as Morgan was tall with a crown of golden yellow hair. He was dressed in all black, bright chain-mail was visible at his throat and wrists. The other man, Arilan he had been called, looked young to be a bishop. He could not have been older than 40.
"Oh. Um, Bishop Arilan, are you the one I met in the room?" Harry did not know what to think. He knew he was not in London -- or Britain for that matter -- any more, but Harry had no clue where he was now.
"Yes, child, that was me. Though, I am still trying to figure out how you got into the room."
"Why don't you tell us a little about yourself, Harry?" Arilan glared at Morgan. "It might make it easier to understand why you are here."
"Okay, where should I start?" Harry did not know what type of information they wanted to hear.
"Tell us about where you are from, that might be best." Morgan settled into an armchair across from where Harry lay. Arilan continued to stand, leaning casually against the mahogany desk.
"Alright, I'm from England, more specifically Surrey. When I left it was September 1, 2003 (AN: There are never any dates given, so I choose a year). There is a queen, but the English government is mainly controlled by Parliament." Harry glanced at the three men to make sure they understood then continued. "Although, the world I am really part of has a completely different political system."
Morgan interrupted him, "What do you mean 'I am really part of'? Doesn't the government run the whole country?"
Harry sighed and started to explain the wizarding world. "Where I come from there are two worlds; the muggle world and the magical world. Muggles are non-magic people. I just told you about their government. The magical community has its own government, its own customs and its own school systems. It is totally separate from the muggle world.
"Most muggles do not even know that the other world exists. I am part of the magical community. Our government is called the Ministry of Magic, we don't have a king, but a president-type person, called the Minister of Magic." Harry started muttering under his breath about stupid fools who were not fit to govern a group of house elves let alone a country.
Morgan and Arilan looked at each other at Harry's first mention of magic. "So you use magic?" Morgan asked Harry quietly.
"Yeah. Er -- sort of, I'm learning. I attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, well if I ever get back to England."
"I think that it is time we shared some information with you." Alaric looked at Arilan for conformation. Denis nodded and Morgan continued. "You are now in the Eleven Kingdoms, Gwynedd to be precise. And, as in where you come from, there are two 'worlds' here. Though, they are not as separate as the muggle and magical that you spoke of." Morgan trailed off, not knowing where to go from there.
Denis took over from where Alaric stopped. "Like Alaric said, there are two different groups of people; humans and Deryni. The groups are all controlled by the same government, which currently is the Haldane monarchy.
"But just because they exist under the same government, doesn't mean that humans and Deryni are thought of as equals. In your world, are wizards and muggles considered equal?"
Harry thought about it for a moment, then answered the bishop slowly. "There are some who would have everyone believe that muggles are inferior to wizards. Just as there are some muggles, in the few that know, who feel that wizards are 'abnormal freaks'." He added bitterly to himself.
"I can sense something has happened in your past because of one of these groups. Do you mind telling us about it?" Arilan asked Harry quietly.
Harry laughed softly before he answered. "Yes, in fact, both of these groups have done things in my past. The first, wizards who hate muggles, murdered my parents, tortured my friend's parents -- they're insane now -- and have tried to kill me on multiple occasions; I think the duel count is at four or five now, depending on who you talk to.
"The second group, muggle who hate wizards, would be in the form of my guardians. My aunt, uncle and cousin, if you can even call them that, all feel that to use magic is unnatural and freakish. They hate everything about me and blame everything that goes wrong on me or magic."
Morgan looked at Harry sympathetically and shook his head. "I know part of what you're feeling, for some of the same things have happened to me, and even, to some extent, the king." Harry tried to stifle a yawn as he looked at Morgan.
"Oh, forgive us, you must be tired. It is well past sun down. We will talk with you more tomorrow. You can sleep in Alaric's chambers tonight." Bishop Arilan took the sleepy youth by the arm and led him towards the door.
(Back at King's Cross)
It was nearing eleven o'clock, and Ron still had not seen Harry. Hermione had found his trunk and Hedwig's cage. But things were missing from the trunk, such as Harry's wand, invisibility cloak, broom, and all his money. They quickly wrote to Professor Dumbledore and sent it off with Ron's owl Pig.
"I wonder where he is, Ron." Hermione asked Ron one last time before walking towards the train.
"I don't know, Hermione. Dumbledore will know what to do, let's get on the train." Ron wondered where his best friend could be.