Harry Potter and the Knights of the Roundtable
Chapter 2: Attack on Privet Drive and the Heir to Arthur
A block from Harry's aunt and uncle's house on Privet drive, three cars pulled to a halt. Several figures emerged from the vehicles. They were covered in long black cloaks, their faces hidden beneath masks. One figure took out a strange looking device and pointed it at the streetlights. After muttering an incantation, the light from the streetlights zoomed into the device and disappeared, plunging the block into darkness. The group began to make its way towards Number 4 Privet Drive, forbidden by their master to engage in their usual tactics until after they had captured their target.
"Here it is." Severus Snape said, grinning maliciously.
"I still don't understand why we had to use those muggle contraptions." Lucious Malfoy asked.
"Because," Snape explained, "The wards around the house would alert someone if we tried anything magical."
"How are we going to get inside, then?"
"Lucious my friend, it has all been arranged. The wards do not block entry of someone who was invited. That fool Vernon Dursley has agreed to let us in. He actually thinks we will get rid of his nephew and let him live." Snape replied.
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Vernon Dursley paced nervously in his living room. It had been three days since the stranger had approached him at his office, offering him a way to get rid of his freak of a nephew. Despite the fact that the man was a wizard, Dursley's hatred of his nephew had clouded his mind and he invited the stranger, as well as his colleagues, to come to his house tonight. His nephew was currently upstairs in his room. There was a knock at the door. Vernon smiled and walked to the front door.
"Greetings Mr. Dursley." Snape said, taking his mask off.
"T-The boy is upstairs in the first bedroom on the left." Vernon said. Snape nodded to Lucious and proceeded up the stairs. Behind him Lucious drew his wand and pointed it at Vernon.
"Wh-What is this?" Vernon asked, his eyes widening in fear.
"Did you honestly think we would let a bunch of muggles like you live?" Lucious sneered. "Avada Kadavera!" A green light shot out of Malfoy's wand and struck Vernon in the chest.
At the top of the stairs, Snape kicked in the bedroom door. He entered the room, prepared for a fight. He had learned long ago not to underestimate Potter. He glanced around the room. It was empty. The boy, along with his school things, was nowhere to be found.
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Arabella Figg was awoken out of her sleep by the alarm. As Harry's secret keeper, she was the first to be notified if the wards detected any dark magic. She leapt out of bed, grabbing her wand and made her way to the window. She gasped as she saw a group of Deatheaters in the street below. They were firing curses at several houses. She glanced at the Dursley's living room window. Inside she could see another Deatheater and the body of Vernon Dursley.
Arabella ran to her fireplace, grabbing some powder from a jar along the way. She threw it into the fireplace and yelled "ALBUS DUMBLEDORE." A moment later the face of an aged wizard appeared.
"Albus! There are Deatheaters attacking Privet Drive. At least one has gotten into the Dursley House." She reported, panicked. Dumbledore's eyes widened.
"Stay down. Reinforcements will be there shortly."
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By the time Dumbledore and the Order arrived at Privet Drive, they found the streets in flames, the Dark Mark hovering over the ruins of every home. They quickly made their way towards Number 4, which was eerily still standing. Upon entering the home they found the bodies of Vernon Dursley, Petunia Dursley, Dudley Dursley, and Arabella Figg. There was also a body of a Deatheater. Apparently Arabella had tried to save Patricia and Dudley.
"How did this happen?" Professor McGonnagal asked. Dumbledore remained silent. They turned towards the stairs and walked up. At the top of the stairs they came to the bedroom where the door was missing. It was Harry's room. Expecting to find his body, they instead found an empty room. They continued to search the rest of the house, but could not find any trace of Harry.
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Harry looked around and wondered where the hell he was. The last thing he remembered was lying on his bed, and then seeing a flash of light. The next thing he knew he was here. He was in what appeared to be a Great Hall of a castle. Banners, bearing the symbol of a round object, a red dragon, and a cross lined the walls. Near the center of the hall was a large round table; much larger than he had ever seen. It bore a striking resemblance to the object on the banner.
"What the hell is going on?" he asked.
"An excellent question, my young friend." A voice called from behind him. There he saw three men and a beautiful woman walking towards him. The one who spoke was a rather aged wizard, much older than Professor Dumbledore, but possessing the same air of strength and kindness. Another of the men was tall and athletic, wearing what appeared to be a suit of chain mail armor, a large sword, and a tunic bearing the same symbol as the banners. The third man was similarly dressed; except his cloak was lined in gold and he appeared to be wearing a crown. The woman was also dressed similar to the men and even with the armor Harry could tell she was very beautiful.
"Who are you? What am I doing here?" Harry asked.
"My name is Merlin." The wizard said. "Allow me to introduce Arthur Pendragon, Lancelot, and Lady Guinevere.
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Harry shook his head, still trying to process the story he had just been told.
"OK. Let me get this straight. King Arthur was a real person. Him." Harry pointed to the man with the crown. "And so was Lady Guinevere and the Knights of the Roundtable. But the muggle stories were wrong, mixed up. Arthur and the Knights were also wizards. Mage-Knights to be exact. During this time Arthur's cousin, Morden became obsessed with the Dark Arts and tried to take over the world. But the Knights defeated him. But Arthur was killed also."
"That is correct." Merlin said, clearly amused.
"And at his death it was prophesized that one day Morden would return, in the form of an heir to once again threaten the entire world and that Arthur would return in the form of an heir who had been marked by a much later prophecy as the only one capable of defeating Morden's heir. And Morden's heir is Voldemort. And I am Arthur's heir."
"I think he's got it." Lancelot said.
"But how can I be the heir? There is no royal blood in my family." Harry objected.
"Ah but that does not matter." Merlin said. "The heirs were not chosen by hereditary. Did you ever wonder, Harry, why Voldemort wanted to kill your parents? It was because they were, in their time, the two most powerful wizard and witch in Britain next to Dumbledore. You see, your father was a direct heir to Godric Griffyndor. Your mother was the direct heir to Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw. He knew that if they ever had a child and he was to live, the child would have the combined power of the three great wizarding families in his blood and would be a threat to him. It is because of this power, and your character, that you have been chosen as Arthur's heir."
"Harry, we know how much you wish you could be a normal boy." Guinevere said, sympathetically. "But Voldemort has returned and has been infused with the power of Morden. Fate has placed you in a unique position. You have the power and the ability, should you chose to accept it, to end the suffering once and for all. And I must tell you, if you do not accept, there is no one else who can do it."
"If you accept the charge, we shall train you." Lancelot said. "Not only in the arts of magically combat and muggle combat, but in politics and strategy, as well as other chivalrous pursuits."
"We have watched you for a long time Harry." Arthur said. "You are truly one of the noblest people I have ever seen." Harry thought for a few moments. Part of him wanted to tell them to get lost. But deep down he knew that he had to accept.
"I accept." Harry said.
"Good. Now we can begin your training. Time passes differently here in Camelot, so although it will feel like you have been away for two years; you will in fact only be gone for five months. You should be able to return to your school just prior to Halloween. Once your training is complete, you must then begin assembling the new Knights of the Roundtable and train them. But be warned; you must chose wisely.