Chapter Notes:

The disclaimer has been updated in chapter 1. To include the 'ALL Rights Reserved' for characters borrowed from Merlin (TV Miniseries (1998)) and the use of Oberon's image based on Gargoyles (90s cartoon series) and the addition of Queen Mab as the Queen of the Fae though her image and personality will be based on my own interpretation of folklore and mythology.

The scenery descriptions are inspired by the pictures of Iceland, Great Britain, Ireland, and New Zealand.

Trigger Warning!

The term "Master" will be used in this story and others, but I know some people find this term offense and in the context of the historical usage of the 'Noun' meaning:

A man who has people working for him, especially servants or slaves. I find the use of "Master" reprehensible in the context of slave master. However, if the servant is a freeperson and an employee/employer relationship (healthy) (ex. Bruce Wayne and his butler Alfred Pennyworth) is observed than I don't have a problem.

Other ways that the term "Master" will be used or inferred is as a Noun:

Dated:

A man who is head of household.

Archaic:

Used as a prefix to the name of a boy not old enough to be called "Mr."

A title for a man of high rank or learning.

The title of the heir apparent of a Scottish viscount or baron.

Avalon Part 1

Harry awoke in a great panic. His lungs burning for oxygen that he eagerly inhaled. The teens mind was awash with overwhelming sensations. His lone eye taking in his surroundings.

The large bed chamber was well lit by grand floor to ceiling French doors that were currently open to allow the crisp, but not unpleasant cool breeze into the room. The breeze ruffled the sheer currents as it aired out the room. The doors opened onto a grand balcony and the breathtaking views that Harry could take in from his position on the incredibly comfortable oversized king bed.

Shifting the luxurious bed sheets from his body, Harry moved to stand from the bed. His bare chest with all it scars exposed to the world. A sigh of relief when he found his lower half dressed in a pair of loose-fitting pajama pants. A pair of slippers next to the bed caught his eye, so he slipped his feet into them.

Harry stood stretching the kinks out of his body. A yawn escaping him, his hands rubbed his face to find his scraggly beard had been trimmed, running his hands through his long locks that had apparently been combed and cleaned of the oily residue. The teen wondered at the rich surroundings he found himself in and the lack of any aches or pains from the torture he had endured.

'Where am I?' Harry wondered, 'Am I dead and if I am then where are my mum and dad?'

His curiosity getting the better of him, Harry made his way out onto the spacious balcony to get his bearings and to soke up some of the morning sun. Standing at the railings Harry peered out at the calm ocean that the balcony seems to overlook from a cliffside palace complex. The smell of the salty air filled his lungs but revealed hints of the delightful aroma of baking bread and other flavory smells of a morning meal being cooked over fires.

The gentle noise of chatter reached his ears, drawing his attention to the sleepy village below the palace complex. From his vantage point Harry could spot the villagers going about their daily routine. The fishermen were eagerly checking their boats in the marine were up to another day's task of fishing the bounties of the sea. The shopkeepers in the town's market were opening their stores and stalls for business. Everything looked picturesque and peaceful, the only thing out of place was that somehow Harry must have stepped back in time because the village and villagers looked to be out of some medieval time.

"Excellent, I see you have finally awakened," a cheerful voice greeted his ears, causing him to spin around in startled surprise.

"The queen will be most pleased." Now Harry was used the strange beings that inhabited the magical world. Having once been friends with a half-giant and a house-elf. He had seen and interacted with Goblins, Centaurs, and half-Veela. He had fought or been attacked by a troll, a basilisk, dragon, acromantula, and grindylow. But he had never seen the likes of the man who stood before him now.

Harry was puzzled to identify what kind of magical being the man was. His visitor stood before him wearing medieval clothes of dark blue, a matching cap covered his head, and from Harry's view a foot shorter than him in height. But it was the man's large pointy ears, reminiscent of a house elf, and his unnatural light green with large pupils that gave Harry pause.

The being held a silver serving platter laden with delightful food with rich aromas wafting form the feasts of sausages and ham, eggs and fried breads, jam and butter, a pitch field with what appeared to be a juice and empty glass. The unnamed servant sat the food on a table with chairs, quickly going about the task of getting the food served.

"A wonderful idea, Master Harry," the man said, "breakfast of veranda is fantastic way to start the day."

The man turned to address the palaces guest. "The sun is exactly what you need after your terrible ordeal. Now I don't want to hurry you along, but you do have a full schedule, so after a breakfast, we'll get you cleaned up properly so that you will be presentable when you meet Queen Mab and Prince Oberon."

Seeing the puzzled look given to him by his charge, the man realized his faux pax, "Oh, where are my manners, Master Harry, you must think me uncivilized for not introducing myself." He stepped forward, extending his hand in peace and welcome.

"My name is Frik, and I am the personal butler to her majesty, Queen Mab," Not wanting to be rude, Harry, left the question of what kind of magical being Frik was for a later time. Instead, he took the man shaking Harry's hand.

"Queen Mab?" Harry asked as Frik beckoned him to sit and eat.

Harry sat at the table, his mouth watering at the wonderful smells of cooked foods laid out before him. Frik, sat a napkin in his lap and poured him what appeared to be orange juice. Unable to resist the feast before him, Harry happily picked up the silverware and eagerly tucked into the feast.

"Yes, Master Harry, her majesty Queen Mab as offered you refuge here on the Isle of Avalon," Harry paused midbite at the mention of where he currently found himself.

"Avalon! As in the home of the immortal home of the Fae that Merlin was said to have taken the body of the slain King Arthur…that Avalon?" Harry gestured for Frik to take the seat across from him.

"Yes, the home of the Fae and the island and its inhabitants are immortal in the since that the island exists outside of time and space. Merlin has visited the island from time to time but was unable to reach our shores before Arthur died therefore, he buried in a hidden cliffside cave overlooking the lake where he first met the Nimueh, or as you may know her the 'Lady of the Lake'." Frik informed his charge.

Harry finished chewing the bite of food, having resumed eating. Swallowing before asking his next question, "And exactly how did I come to be here. I mean, the last thing I remember was being struck by Voldemort's killing curse after enduring torture at his and his followers' hands," pausing in thought he asked the question he both dread and wished for, if only to be able to see his parents again, "Shouldn't I be dead…I mean," he sighs, "I know the killing curse struck mean and I wanted to join my parents so am I dead or am I alive."

Frik thought for a moment how to respond to the teen's inquiry. "Queen Mab is really should be the one to answer your questions, Master Harry, but I can say that you that you are alive as I am and that this isn't the mortal concept of the afterlife. I can assure that whatever choices you make after your meeting with Queen Mab will be yours and yours alone."

"Thank you, Frik," Harry said sensing the sincerity and truth in the man's words.

Frik gave Harry a happy smile, before standing, "it would be best if you finish your meal while I prepare your bath and set out some proper clothes for your meeting with Queen Mab," he said before leaving Harry to his meal and his thoughts.

Time Jump

Freshly bathed and groomed, his hair trimmed short and neat, while his face was free of any beard, thanks to the local palace barber. Harry had surveyed himself, in a fill length mirror after his bath, taking note of every scar that now littered his body. The noticeable scars were littered across his chest and back. The absence of his right eye with the lightning bolt scar on his forehead now extended to bisect his missing eye. Though the most noticeable difference was the fact that Harry stood much taller than he once stood, as he now reached a height of 6'0'.

He now wore the clothes that Frik had supplied him in the style of the local. The comfortable look would have been at home at any medieval faire. A dark green, long-sleeved undertunic that fell to his mid-thigh and was made of a strong woven material that was still soft enough without irritating his still tender wounds and adorned with eyelets with braids of gold and silver thread that embellish the collar. The undertunic was secured to his waist by a broad leather ring belt before continuing to secure the tunic and pants that were a black color and made of a hemp material around his waist. Finally, the look was finalized by a soft, but durable pair of black leather boots that were mid-calf high and an eye patch.

Now that he was presentable, Frik, led him through halls of the palace passing household staff as they made their way through the opulent palace. He followed Frik through a set of large double doors out into the queen's private gardens. They strolled along the winding paths. Harry observed the through lush's green vegetation dotted with vibrant and sweet flora.

Until coming to a stop, Harry observed a grandiose fountain where a woman sat with regal beauty and noble baring. The power he felt rolling from her caused him trepidation. The woman's pale features were extenuated by high cheekbones, smooth forehead, and noble jawline, her long raven locks hung loosely around her shoulders, ending at mid-back. She was dressed made of the finest woolen cloth, the color of red wine, and flowing long sleeves. Her swan like neck was on display with the wide scoop neckline, richly adorned with threads of spun silver and gold. The waistline was elegant and low, her bodice secured by tight-fit lacing at the back. Giving the woman an air of modesty and intrigue. The wide floor-length skirt would allow unencumbered movement. She was poised with grace perched on the fountain pools edge.

Realizing he was spending to long observing her, Harry turned his attention to her companion. The lady's attentions were engaged by a tall, noble man with bluish tinted skin and pointed ears, his long white hair was secured into a high ponytail by a band of braided gold. The man's height would see him tower over many a mortal man. The man wore gleaming gold armor, excellently crafted, and decorated, and a long cape with a high collar was of white material and secured at the broad shoulders by gold broaches. In all, Harry couldn't help but be in awe of the ease and confidence the man exhibited while being fearful of the power that seemed to roll off the stranger in waves.

The pair stopped their conversation upon realizing they were not alone. Harry found the icy glare turned on him with interest. Frick stepped forward to address the royal pair.

With a flourishing bow, he spoke, "My humble apologies for the interruption, your majesties, but I have brought our guest to meet you." He paused; a nod of the queen's head bid him to continue.

Frik gestured for Harry to step forward, "Your majesties, I'd like you to meet Master Harry Potter, heir by blood and magic to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter, the Venerable Houses of Ravenclaw and Slytherin and the Noble and Venerable Houses of Cuchulainn, Gryffindor, Evanshart, Peverell and Emrys."

While Harry was confused and overwhelmed by some of the names of Houses that Frik had implied that he was heir too he kept his face neutral and held his questions for later. The feeling of unease didn't subside though as he felt the discerning gazes of the two powerful royals upon him.

"Master Harry, I would like to introduce you to Queen Mab and Crown Prince Oberon," Frik gestured for Harry to step forward.

Harry steps forward and gives a nervous bow to the royals. "It is an honor to meet you," he said, "Thank you, for your kind hospitality."

The Oberon's sneer irritated Harry as it reminded him of the pompous jerk, Lucious Malfoy. "I really don't see what is so special about this weakling." Harry felt a mysterious pressure trying to suffocate him as the arrogant Prince's words.

Not one to be cowed, Harry straightened to his full height while unconsciously is magical aura pushed back on the oppressing pressure. He watched as the Oberon's eyes widened in surprise as the teen's magic aura pushed bac at his own. Oberon rubbed his chin thoughtfully way.

"Perhaps, I was too hasty in my judgement of your youth," he admitted.

"I'm glad to hear you admit to your grievance, son," said Queen Mab as stood, "Welcome to Avalon, dear child, all that is ours is yours."

She stretched out her hand for Harry to take, which he did gently. A giving a deep bow and bestowing a brief kiss to the back of the pale knuckle. Hoping he had done the right thing, having seen the television programs that his Aunt Petunia favored the most where the gentleman always did something similar upon being introduced to a lady.

The pleased smile the monarch graced him with put him at ease. "Leave us now," she commanded, "for our guest and I have much to discuss." Oberon and Frik both gave curt bow to the Queen before leaving the two alone.

Once alone, Mab put Harry at ease, "You needn't be so jumpy, Harry, may I call you Harry," the Queen politely questioned.

"Um, yes ma'am," Harry replied, seeing her full red lips, curled into friendly.

"Come and take a walk with me Harry," she gently commanded.

Leading the way down a garden path, the two walked in comfortable silence for a time as they listened to the bird flutter about, or a small mammal would cross the path. Harry was enjoying the serenity of the peaceful garden when Mab inquired, "How are you feeling, Harry?"

"Better than I felt in sometime, ma'am," Harry assured, a quick showed him that the queen was pleased with his answer.

"That is excellent to hear," the queen spoke happily, "I can tell you that you had us all worried when we witnessed the condition you arrived in. The healers were the most concerned given the damage inflict on you and the remnants of dark magic that you have suffered for one so young."

"I do appreciate everything that you and your people have done for me…" Harry struggled to find the words, "I promise to somehow find a way to repay your kindness…"

Mab stopped suddenly, causing Harry to also pause, turning to face she reached up to cup his cheek turning him to face her. "There is no need to repay us, Harry. Just knowing you are healthy and away from whatever place and people that inflicted such pain on you is enough."

Removing her hand, they continued walking. "Children are a rare and treasured gift to the Fae," she explained, "We posse such long life spans that it takes us several of your centuries to fully mature and even then, only one child is born to each couple. So, the idea that anyone would seek to harm a child is a contemptible act to us. One that should bring the harshest of punishments."

The duo came to a section of the garden that hound a long rectangular reflecting pool. The waters in the shallow pool were clear and inviting. Lily pads dotted the pool along with flowering water plants and Harry observed small colorful fish darting about beneath the water's surface.

Mab set on the raised edge of the pool, "come sit with me," she said patting the set next to her.

Harry did as she wished receiving a brilliant smile in return. "This a favorite spot of mine to sit and reflect," she ran a hand through the cool waters of the pool.

Harry watched as the ripples were created by hand's movement through the water. An image appeared amongst disturbed surface of the water where hand touched. He witnessed to a youthful Mab happily laughed and danced at a ball played out before his eyes before the memory faded as she withdrew her fingers.

A sad smile formed on his lips, a heavy burden weighing on his shoulders as memories both happy and sad swam through his mind. "You do not have to share, Harry, but I can see you are greatly troubled, and I found in my long life that it is easier when you share your troubles with others."

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, "it's not that I don't want to share, ma'am, it's just…those I cared for, those I let in and shared myself with are also the one who hurt me more than he tortures I have endured or could have ever endured."

The queen's heart broke for all the wizards had endured in his young life and a long-buried fire of hatred for mankind burned to in her veins. Cupping the boy's cheek in her hands, she willed him to look at her, when she saw that she had his full attention, she spoke lovingly, "I won't force you to trust me, Harry, but I will vow to that if you deem to trust me with the ills of your life that I will do everything in my power to see to that I never betray your trust in me and that you will always have a place to call home."

Tears sprang to the youth's eyes, his throat closing tightly unable to speak at the feelings love and acceptance coming from the queen. A nod of his head was all the answer she received as Harry placed his and, in the pull, and lazily moved through the cool waters as she hand done moments ago. An inhale of breath to steady his jumbled feelings, he closed his good eye to block seeing any emotion the Fae queen may show as we watched his memories.

The queen watched the water ripple as they image of shown to her. The youth's life played out in heartbreaking anguishing detail. Every joy, every trial, every celebration, and every heartache, every pain and betrayal. The queen suppressed her own feelings of anger and disgust at the treacherous and arrogant wizards who would manipulate and steel a child's happy youth. The astonishment at how far the nonmagical mortals had advanced was tainted by the still the cruelty inflicted on Harry by is relatives.

The queen's icy blue eyes, full of concern and awe for the youth before her, fell on the stoic façade as he tried to suppress his tears. Mab reached for the boy, no man, have everything he had faced in his short life, he had never been given a true chance to enjoy being a carefree child, she wrapped her arms tightly around him, bringing him to rest his head against her bountiful bosom. The tears fell fast and heavy now, as the queens lovingly embraced him and shieled him from the world around them.

Mab rocked Harry back and forth as a mother would rock their child. She cooed soft words of love and care. Promises of never abandoning him fell from her lips. Harry wept openly in her arms for all the hurt he had endured.

End of Chapter Notes:

Pecking Order of British Magical Society:

Top Tier (Tier 1):

Noble and Most Venerable House (oldest (1500 + years old) and having been established in magical peerage system created by King Arthur)

House Emrys (Merlin) (Title: Lord Wizard of Albion (will eventually include all lands of the UK and Ireland, as well as the Commonwealth)

House Evanshart (Sir Galahad) (Duke of a hidden magical isle close to Britain and Ireland, known in folklore as the Wasteland)

House Gryffindor (Sir Gawain) (Duke of Lothian (modern day Scottish counties of Midlothian, East Lothian, and West Lothian))

House Peverell (Sir Kay (Welsh Cai, middle Welsh Kei or Cei) Duke of Celyddon (Middle Welsh for Caledonian (Caledonian Forest is ancient name for a temperate rainforest in Scotland)

Venerable House (next oldest at 1000+ years old)

House Ravenclaw

House Hufflepuff

House Slytherin

Note: these Houses, though considered extinct, still have seats at the highest tier of the Wizengamot.

Note: The dictionary definition of Venerable (adjective): accorded a great deal of respect, especially because of age, wisdom, or character.

Tier 2: Noble and Most Ancient or Most Ancient House founded in Great Britain and Ireland 1000 years ago and only the Noble and Most Anceint have a seat in the middle tier level of the Wizengamot.

Noble peerage added to the Magical Peerages of the realm were awarded for service to 'the Crown' (British or Scottish)) while more ambitious Houses (like House Malfoy, Lestrange, and other members of the Sacred Twenty-Eight will have purchased their 'Noble' status through bribery/blackmail/awarded by service to the Ministry of Magic/Wizards Council).

Tier 3:

Noble and Ancient House or Ancient House these families/Houses were founded or established in Great Britain and Ireland 500 years old and only the Noble and Ancient Houses have a seat in the lower tier of the Wizengamot.

Note: More ambitious Houses (like House Malfoy, Lestrange, and other members of the Sacred Twenty-Eight will have purchased their 'Noble' status through bribery/blackmail/awarded by service to the Ministry of Magic/Wizards Council).