Harry Potter and the Resurrection of Camelot
Prelude: Camelot Resurrected
Lord Neovoldemort's black robes swished as he walked among the hills. With what the Phinder's Locket had given him, he had all of the powers of Voldemort enshrined in his soul. Forever. Until death did them part. And then there was something else.
The Phinder's Gift.
The power to resurrect, not a person, but entire people.
It could be a People of Light, or a People of Dark, a People of Villians, or a People of Heroes.
Neovoldemort knew there was only one people to bring forth: Arthur's People.
He would gather his supporters later. He stared at his left arm. There was a small price to pay to what he had gained. It was a rather ugly-looking mark. Perhaps sometime he'd design one of his own...
No time. He ran his hand through his silver beard thoughtfully. He had to act quickly before the other side rebuilt their schools. Lord Voldemort had obilged him by doing the hard work. Now he'd just pick up the former had begun.
Plus one.
He raised his hands up and closed his eyes.
CAMELOT RISE!

Near the ruins of an old castle on the southern region of the isle shared geographically by England and North Ireland, a seismic event occured, that could not be only be detected by the most powerful of magical objects. After all, one thousand and two hundred years ago had been the Golden Age of magic, and safeguards used back then have been lost and impossible to use now. The tops of the castle rose firse, shuddering the ground and making a deafening noise that only a wizard or witch could hear. The castle, a good seven times bigger then that of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, steadily rose higher into the air until it seemed at though it was higher then the clouds. The grounds around the castle that sprouted were cheery and pleasant, nearly everything looked like something out of a storybook. Indded, may Muggle storybooks were made from these grounds.
Camelot Village followed short, popping up in and around most of the castle. Occasionally, a Muggle place would inhabit were a Camelotian place was to be. In that case the magic destroyed the Muggle. The next day, investigators would be unable to come near the sites, as the Muggle Repellent Charms were in full force around the tiny, yet undoubtably powerful Kingdom of Camelot.