Merlin looked down from the chalice in the Avalon Castle and saw the destruction coming on the magical nation due to the weakness of its Ruler, Merlin. With a dying breath Merlin cast a last spell. One that will bring about the Rise of Avalon. One that will be enacted a thousand years later in the life of an eleven year old boy.

"Heredem consurget virtutem mille magos Vivificabit Avalon!"

1000 Years Later

Harry Potter was tired. He was tired of being treated as a slave by his so-called relatives. He was tired and angry, extremely angry. He lay down on his cot in his cupboard and thought why is this happening to me? Why did my parent have to die and leave me in this horrible place? Why? WHY? WHY!?. Suddenly, there was a voice in his head saying something in a language he didn't understand. He listened. He took a peice of scrap paper and an ink pen lying around and wrote what he heard.

'Heredem consurget virtutem mille magos Vivificabit Avalon!'

He soon recognized the language as a Medieval Latin. He knew that the Dursleys went out to celebrate Dudley's birthday so he was alone which meant he could use the computer in the study. He ran to the study and used the computer to translate it. The words translated to 'My Heir shall rise, with the power of a thousand wizards, He will revive Avalon'. Harry looked at the screen transfixed. Heir? Wizards? Avalon? Why will I be hearing that? Harry thought. There was a flash of blue fire and a magnificent bird appeared out of the fire. It was Royal Blue with Gold wing tips. It had almond shaped emerald eyes, much like Harry's. It was roughly the size of a small trunk.

Hello Heir. Harry looked around for where the voice came from before he recognized that it was probably the Bird.

~why do you call me Heir~

Because you are the Heir

~Heir to what?~ Harry asked

Heir to Emrys Merlin. Heir to Avalon. Heir to Pendragon. Heir of Gryffindor. Heir of Slytherin. Heir of Ravenclaw. Heir of Hufflepuff. Heir of the Wizarding Throne and Heir of Potter

~WHAT!~ ~HOW COME I DIDN'T KNOW~

Don't worry. I was sent by Merlin to teach his Heir. I will teach you all you need to know

~How~

I will implant some memories in your mind. And you will have to go to the Goblins

~For what~

You will need to take your place in the Wizarding world. For now go to bed. I will be back tomorrow to take you to Gringotts. And, My name is Novoa. Goodnight Heir

~Goodnight Novoa~

In a flash of blue fire, Novoa disappeared. Harry ran to his cupboard before the Dursleys come back. He slept off as the memories Novoa implanted in his mind play before his eyes.

Tomorrow will be a long day!