Full Summary: Knight Harry, one of the most brave and Noble knight of House Gryffindor is to be married to the fair and beautiful Ginevra of Weasley. Sir Harry is captivated by her beauty; however, his heart does not belong to fair Ginevra, but to Luna, a peasant girl. Harry wants to be with Luna, the girl he loves, but he cannot cause dishonor to his parents by tainting the Potter name in refusing to marry Ginevra. The solution to Sir Harry's dilemma may come from the most unlikely place. Originally written for 2012 Interhouse Fest on LJ.
Author's Note: I don't normally write outside of Hogwarts Era or very early post-Hogwarts, but the prompt called for it, and I really wanted to try something different. Give the first few chapters a shot, but I understand if this is just a little too removed from the norm. I hope you do like it though!
Disclaimer: I do not own or intend to profit from the Harry Potter series or any of its affiliates and companies. Everything but the layout of the imaginary kingdom belongs to someone else.
Prologue
There were dark times before the fall of the ruthless and bloodthirsty Lord Thomas, patriarch of the Slytherin house and former ruler of the Southern kingdom of Voldemort. Hundreds lost their lives defending the borders of Weasley from the dark forces that threatened their kin. Sir Albus Dumbledore, a knight of the highest rank and the first to ride into battle, fought gallantly against the foreign king in the Battle of Hogwarts.
Soldiers on both sides stopped in combat to observe their fierce leaders. Every step was calculated and every swing of a sword was meant to kill.
"You cannot win, Tom," Dumbledore declared as Voldemort was shoved back. "Your greed makes you an unfit king and your hate will turn all of your subjects against you."
A sharp clang pierced the air as their swords met between them.
"Your king and his kingdom have the strength and will of a newborn babe and shall easily crumble under the force of my armies." Thomas swung at Dumbedore's waist, but the experienced knight was out of the blade's way with immense speed. He struck the king in the arm in return.
"Damn you to the depths of Hades!" Thomas cried out. The weapon had not pierced the armor, but the sheer force of the blow caused the king's arm to ache. Before he could utter another curse, Sir Dumbledore raised his sword to where the king's helmet met the neck of his armor.
"Remove your helmet, Thomas!" Dumbledore roared. With painful slowness, the king obeyed. "For crimes against his majesty King Arthur, your armies are banned from the land of Weasley evermore." The opposing army hissed in rage but Dumbledore continued. "For ordering and leading foreigners in such activities as theft, treason, and murder, the king has ordered your death." For the first time, King Thomas looked afraid. "May your soul find mercy in the next life."
Without further delay, the knight swung his sword. Even as the blade sank into his bared neck, the king remained silent. The head of the stone-faced leader thudded to the ground as his body collapsed. The victors shouted in joy, renewed in their fight against the now retreating army.