Author's Note:
Hey, everyone!
We're Sam and Lauren, and this is our very first fanfiction here on FFnet. Feel free to leave any comments, suggestions and corrections for our stories. Unfortunately, we won't be able to update regularly due to school and other circumstances that may come up, but hopefully we will rectify that with large chapters whenever we do upload. Please point out grammar mistakes, English isn't our primary language, so if we make any mistakes in the translations, please say so.
Now, before you start reading a quick overview of what this story is about:
It takes place somewhere around the middle ages, in a parallel world similar to the HP world. Characters will be mostly the same (we hope), with a few changes obviously. The story evidently will be quite different, but there are certain points which will be similar to what we know of HP universe. Likewise, it doesn't (quite) take place at Hogwarts. Hopefully this wasn't too boring for you(or if you even read it at all, I know how easy it is to skip over it), but it's necessary to work some kinks out that you might not understand.
Please enjoy and feel free to ask any questions you might have, we'll try to respond as soon as possible!
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter, or any character or idea that has appeared in said books or films. Every other idea we do own.
Prologue
2000 years ago, there was once a great and magical place. It was known to those who lived in it as Harawood, renowned for its large forests and the proud city of Raven. It was a place that attracted many, travelers came from far and away to gaze upon it and seekers of knowledge found their place in Harawoods' greatest libraries and academies.
However, the times of peace soon came to an abrupt end. Everything had changed when Voldemort rose to power. The beautiful forests were burned down, cities were destroyed, and people were executed for crimes they hadn't committed.
The people of Harawood were oppressed. There was no means of escaping the hell Harawood had become. They were afraid, afraid of the consequences if they even thought about fleeing. Nothing could possibly save them from their horrible fates, once the great King and Queen of Harawood had died. Magic had been forbidden by the same man who invaded their lands with his knights armored in black, taking away their only plausible means of rebelling against his reign of terror.
King Jameson and Queen Lillian had fallen, murdered by a man they had trusted most, marking the last deaths of the great war and ending whatever hope the people of Harawood might have had. The castle in which they resided, outside the fallen city of Raven, had burned just like the capital had done. Servants had been massacred, or had died in the fire. None survived. None, but one little baby boy. A very special boy, son to the King and Queen, with his father's black hair and his mother's green eyes. A hero had been born, a hero who would once reclaim his homeland and vanquish the monster that had taken it. A hero, and his name was... Herakles.