A King in the Making

by Darth Wartriarr

His childhood with the Dursley's had a more profound effect on Harry than anyone could imagine. A quick, desperate plea for freedom brought him to the Witch Queen herself, Morgana le Fay. She raised, taught him everything he knew about magic. But she also raised him to be a King. HarryxMorganaxHarem. Eventual Godlike Harry.

2. Chapter 2

A King in the Making

Chapter 2: Gringotts.

All questions you have that won't ruin the story major parts of the story will be answered at the end of this chapter.

Previously on A King in the Making:

Morgana smiled and cupped Harry's cheek, taking note of how malnourished he was. "You, little one." The nail on her index finger trailed down his cheek, cutting into the skin drawing blood, though Harry did not flinch away. "Have so much potential, it was like you were made for the Mystic Arts and I want you, to help me achieve my goals. I will teach you everything I know, make you the strongest Wizard in the world and everyone will know and fear the name, Harry James Potter." She smiled viscously, her face mirroring that of the Demons she summons. "What do you say, little one? Do you want to be strong, or weak?"

Harry's eyes narrowed, not in suspicion but in anger. "Strong." He replied firmly, insulted that she even believed he would continue to be weak.

"Perfect."

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Morgana smiled proudly as she watched her apprentice funnel his magic into the three bodies at her feet. The bodies where that of two men and a woman, that she knew had tried to steal from her on one of her many excursions out into the city nearby. Being the vengeful spirit he was, Harry had hunted them down and killed them, her imp familiar, Zral had followed after Harry.

It was very amusing to her when Harry thought that his little excursion had gone Unknown to her. But she would admit to being very impressed by the ease in which he dispatched of the three individuals.

Despite it being only two years, Harry had quickly recovered from his suffering at the hands of his relatives with a few rituals. No longer malnourished, Harry had filled out into a healthy weight and was of average height for a ten year old child. Gone was the pale, clammy skin, replaced with a healthy glow that accentuated his high cheekbones and emerald eyes that were no longer hidden behind glasses. Even his hair that had once been an untameable mess, was now slightly less messy but in a fashionable style.

While this itself was great progression from the battered and frail child he had once been, his progression in magic was even more so.

Morgana had learned through a few hours of research that the way Sorcerer's used magic was entirely different to the way wizards used magic. Sorcerer's had large magical cores that were incredibly wild, typically making their magic more volatile and powerful, this made it impossible for them to use wands to control their magic. However, the downside was that Sorcerer's wasted more magic on simple spells and therefore had an over reliance on using the magic from other such as, Gods and other Inter-dimensional beings to perform their higher-level spells.

Wizards on the other hand had smaller cores making their spells weaker, but they had the upside of being able to use wands to better control their magic. However, children first went through bouts of accidental magic before gaining wands at the age of eleven as to allow their cores to grow.

It was very rare for a Sorcerer to already have a magical core before learning the Mystic Arts and most gained it through constant training. There were a few however, that already had Magical cores due to them being Wizards/Witches before. Usually those types of Sorcerer's those that had training from a Wizarding background were far more powerful than an ordinary person becoming a Sorcerer. Though there were exceptions like the current a Sorcerer Supreme, Doctor Strange.

Using this knowledge, Morgana had set out to teach Harry to control his bouts of accidental magic with simple things like pushing, pulling, levitating and floating objects. These exercises were very basic and allowed Harry to gain greater control and expand the size of his magical core.

Instead of taking the two to three months she had expected, it had onto taken Harry two weeks to bring his core and his control over magic to an acceptable level. From there she had begun teaching Harry on how to project his magic outwards in bolts of pure magic and just like she had expected, he grasped it easily, capable of producing small arrows of magic in his first session.

By the end of the first year, Harry was capable of destroying medium sized boulders with his bolts of pure magic and had summoned his own Imp named Daix and a Darkhound. He was also capable of changing his hair colour and facial structure and had a limited grasp of transmutation, able to turn stone into a sword or any other type of weapon.

During his second year of training under Morgana. Harry had gained a further grasp of the magics he had learned, studying in greater detail from the numerous tomes and further expanding his ability to manipulate magic into shields. Though the main thing he had learned through this time was how to use Illusions. A very abstract art that if used properly could be devastating and while magic came easily to him. Illusions had been the most difficult art he had tried to learn.

However, his natural aptitude for magic had shown itself when he had already learned the basics of Illusion magic.

Forcing his magic into the bodies, Harry breathed in deeply, his mind recalling all information on Necromancy magic he had read and willing his magic to reanimate the corpses exactly as the instructions had told him too. Morgana had held back on teaching him her signature magic. Yet Harry had wanted to prove himself to her.

It was no secret to him that in the space of two years that he desired her approval more than anything. He craved it like a drug, wanted her to view him as worthy of her tutelage. And so when he had learned that these three people and tried to steal from her, he had rid the world of them.

And so, in secret he had snuck into the library and read ancient scripture, book, scroll and time she had gathered on Necromancy magic and spent countless sleepless nights memorising everything he could.

If he accomplished this, then he would have proved himself as worthy of her tutelage, worthy of her attention, worthy of her.

Morgana smiled victoriously as she watched the telltale signs of the Necromancy magic working. The corpses twitching and writhing before they jerked upwards, their eyes empty and lifeless.

Harry released his breath as he heard Morgana clapping and turned to face her, his face calm and confident. "Well done, little one." She rose to her feet and walked towards him.

"Well done indeed." Reaching out, she traced his cheek with one, long nail before studying the newly reanimated corpses.

"Thank you, Lady Morgana." Harry intoned, not allowing the happiness he felt at her touch to show on his face.

The master and apprentice duo waked out of the chamber, with Morgana slightly ahead. 'He truly is a prodigy in the Mystic Arts, it took me more than a year to learn to reanimate even a single corpse and I was twice his age.' She thought while looking down at boy walking slightly behind her. 'Not even Merlin or Doom had this much pure talent for magic.'

She studied Harry more, pleased with the confidence and power he exuded just by walking. A King in all but title.

'A King in need of a Queen and I, a Queen in need of a King.' The thought had come to her on more than one occasion. She had been known as the Witch Queen le Fay during the Arthurian era and had taken many lovers throughout the many years she had been alive, all in the hopes of finding a King. Victor von Doom, King of Latveria had proven himself to be the most worthy candidate for such a position, but to him she had being nothing more than a means to an end.

"Mistress le Fay, young master." Zral greeted as he slowly flew through the air towards him, an envelope clutched in its left paw. "This came for you just after you left, young master." Harry said nothing as he took the letter.

Sitting down at the table in the dining room, Harry looked at the back of the letter and noticed the odd wax imprint used to keep it closed. "What does it say?" Morgana asked firmly, indicating that she was actually demanding.

Whether he had heard her or not, Harry gave no outward reaction and simply opened the letter. Tossing the envelope to one side, Harry fully opened the letter inside and read through its contents.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF

WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme

Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find a list of all necessary book and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

"It says I have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Harry replied blandly to Morgana's inquiring look. "Did you know anything about this?"

Taking a small sip of her wine, Morgana placed it down and indicated for Harry to hand her the letter. Doing as she asked, Harry extended the letter allowing her to take it in delicate fingers that contained large amounts of power.

After quickly reading through the letter, Morgana placed it down on the table. "I have heard rumours of a magical school in Britain and numerous more appearing throughout world, though I did not know where or what it is." Her green eyes looked at the second part of the letter opt hat he held in his hand. "And that one?"

"A list of equipment I will require for my school year." Once more he handed the letter out for her to read.

First year students will require:

Uniform

- Three Sets of Plain Work Robes (Black)

- One Plain Pointed Hat (Black) for day wear

- One Pair of Protective Gloves (dragon hide of similar)

- One Winter Cloak (Black, silver fastenings)

- Please note that all student's clothes should carry a name-tag at all times.

Books

- The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1 by Miranda Goshawk

- A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

- Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

- A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

- One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

- Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

- Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

- The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

Other Equipment

- 1 Wand

- 1 Cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

- 1 set of glass or crystal phials

- 1 telescope

- 1 set of brass scales

- Students may also bring an Owl OR a Cat OR a Toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS.

"How quaint." Morgana drawled in a dry tone, Harry stifled his own smile of amusement at how childish the list seemed. A stereotypical view of what witches and wizards should be like. None the less, Harry found himself excited. Magic and all its intricate branches had excited him. Learning magic had always excited him, motivated him and now he had a chance to gain even more knowledge on the Mystic Arts.

Morgana watched him closely, her green eyes locked onto his own that stared at the Hogwarts acceptance letter. She could see the fire in his eyes. A fire that only appeared when he had the chance to study something that caught his interest.

She learned very quickly that Harry was a true prodigy in all facets of the word. The only problem, was that it took a lot to get Harry motivated to use said prodigious skills. Magic was one of the few things in life that truly interested Harry, he desired to know and learn everything about it. The fire in his eyes always appeared when given the chance to indulge in his desire to learn magic.

"From what I remember of my dealings in the past, the Wizarding World created numerous purely magical places, one called Diagon Alley."

"Dealings? What dealings would you have with inferior rabble such as these wizards and witches?" Harry knew all too well that while Morgana didn't hate weak wizards and witches, according to her they were not worth her time or effort.

"They had a few interesting shops containing ancient magical artefacts, but the main reason was because of Gringotts." She replied. "A bank run by Goblins. A warrior race of Goblins, extremely prideful and very dangerous, you'd be wary in crossing them." Harry slowly nodded his head, showing he understood.

"When do we leave?" Harry asked before finishing off the steak on his plate.

"We will leave tomorrow." She too finished off her steak and leaned back into her chair, siping delicately on her wine. "Your practical training in my magic shall be put on hold while at Hogwarts, little one. Though I expect you to continue improving the skills I have already taught you."

"Of course, my lady." Harry bowed his head in subservience.

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Entering through a back street, Morgana and Harry soon found themselves in the vast and magical main shopping/housing district of Magical London known as Diagon Alley. They spared a glance down to their left and saw numerous families, most dressed in normal, everyday clothes with a few dressed in fancy and well-tailored robes that showcased their wealth.

It was obvious by the way those dressed in fancy robes looked down on those in normal clothes that they shared a disdain for them that was borderline hatred. In fact, the way they viewed those dressed in a normal outfit was the way someone viewed a wild animal.

Harry looked down at his own clothes and took in the black slacks, dress shoes, white shirt and dark grey trench coat. Then they panned over to Morgana who was dressed in her own black slacks, high heels, short-sleeved white shirt and black jacket. It showed that he did come from a slightly wealthy background, but at the same time, there were a few individuals wearing expensive clothing that were still looked down upon by those in robes.

"Purebloods." Morgana spoke with a hint of disdain lacing her voice. Harry followed her line of sight towards a group of three individuals dressed in silk robes. They all had pale, porcelain skin, with the two males having pale blonde hair and the women having black hair with white highlights. "Wizards and witches that practise incest to keep their 'bloodline' pure at the cost of their sanity. Most individuals like them believe the achievements of their ancestors are their own and never seek to accomplish their own goals."

Harry himself took a closer look at them and found himself agreeing with her. The youngest, a boy no older than him strutted around like he owned the place and looked down on those dressed differently to him and yet, it was doubtful he had accomplished anything of note.

"They do however, have vast amounts of wealth and knowledge. I'd suggest allying yourself with them, but make sure to put them in their place. Their pride is a dangerous thing, break it and you break them, little one. Break their pride and then offer them a way to gain more power and they will serve you loyally."

Harry spent a few moments more staring at the blonde boy in confusion of why he would need them before voicing such thoughts. "Why would I need their loyalty. Would it not be better to simply kill them and then take what is theirs for myself?"

Morgana laughed, the sound drawing the attention of a few men who stared at her in lust they walked by. The emerald eyed wizard understood why, his master was a beautiful woman, one of the most beautiful women in the world and yet he hated the way they looked at her.

"Oh little one, you do amuse me so." She said, her voice light with laughter, though she soon became serious as she turned to face him. "You are a King in the making. But a King is not a King without nobles in his court, without a kingdom to rule over."

Harry slowly nodded in understanding although he was still confused on why she considered him to be King. However, he was broken from his thoughts when they reached a large marble building.

Entering the building, he passed by a pair of Goblins in a uniform of gold and scarlet. They walked down a corridor where wizards and witches talked animatedly before they came to a set of silver door with the words:

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

'A warning?' Harry thought curiously before analysing the words once more as they passed through into the main hall of the Gringotts bank. 'No, a challenge.'

Morgana and Harry quickly walked past everyone although Harry lagged behind Morgana slightly as he did not know where he was going. Quickly, they came to a stop at the main counter at the far end of the hall.

"Name?" The Goblin intoned monotonously as it continued to scribble away at a piece of parchment.

A quick pulse of magic spread outwards stopping any unwanted eavesdroppers from hearing what she had to say, yet it alerted the many Goblins around the room. "Morgana le Fay and I am with Harry Potter." Almost instantly the Goblins head snapped up as the Goblin guards it his side tensed up in shock, preparation and fear.

"Lady Morgana." Harry noticed that while the Goblin hid it well, the creature was on edge. His hand twitching as if resisting the urge to grab something hidden away from sight. "What an honour it is to have you come back to Gringotts after so long."

"Yes, yes. I would like to speak to my account manager."

"Of course." The Goblin replied quickly. "Griphook, escort Lady Morgana and Mister Potter to Ulgrat." One of the unarmed Goblins stepped forward and with a bow to the lead Goblin and then to Morgana and Harry he led them down the corridor, passing numerous doors that belonged to the account managers for Wizarding families.

The group of three came to a stop at the door with a golden plaque with the words Ulgrat, le Fay account manager inscribed upon it. Griphook pushed the door open and bowed as Morgana and Harry entered into the room.

"Ah, Lady Morgana." An aged voice greeted and gave a genuine smile that she usually reserved for him. His emerald eyes panned over the room before locking onto that of an elderly Goblin. The creatures skin was wrinkled and it had numerous deep and jagged scars littering its face as a sign that it had lived through many battles. "Welcome back to Gringotts."

"Ulgrat, I'm surprised you are still alive." The Goblin laughed, a harsh and violent sound that would have caused any normal person to shy away in fear.

"I am not surprised that you are, Lady Morgana. As young and as powerful as ever, eternal youth suits you. Alas, not all of us have the secret to immortality." Ulgrat responded in kind as Morgana and Harry moved across the room and took a seat in front of his desk. It was this movement that made Harry's presence known to the elderly Goblin. "And it seems you still have a habit of keeping such interesting company."

"Well, I have a habit for collecting rare things." Morgana's eyes locked onto Harry's. "And Harry here, is the rarest of them all." Ulgrat said nothing, but his eyes stared deeply into Harry's, judging him and minutes pass by and while not outwardly showing it, Harry felt his nerves increase.

Then Ulgrat smiled, that made Harry realise why Morgana was respectful and almost friendly with the Goblin. The smile displayed a vicious cunning equal to that of her own. "That he is. That he is indeed."

UnsanMushoe: Yes, this is a dark Harry, though you will notice that Harry is already grey, but his progression to being fully dark will take time. Though he will be almost friendly with his allies and those in his harem, though not fully light. As for bashing, it all depends on how the story porgresses and the way I present certain characters.

daithi4377: Morgana came from a time where queens were nothing without a King and while she is not willing to completely give up her freedom and power to the King, she will still need one to make her role as a Queen true. In her opinion anyway.

Svenion: Magic. But seriously Morgana is the type of individual that would be curious about someone who managed to break through her wards, let alone a malnourished child and therefore she did some research on him, perhaps a little mind reading.

Hope you enjoyed, if you did please leave a review letting me know what you liked, didn't like and if you have any questions please let me know.