Harry Potter and the Heaven's Feel

Chapter 5

Author's Notes: Well, I am in the mood to work on this one for now. I thought about pacing things a bit, but I really want to go to Camelot's discovery and awakening, so I'll write a little time skip. I have to also admit that I don't remember the subjects learned in every Third Year Courses. It's been years since I last read the books and saw the movies. So I hope you can forgive me for skipping much of the classroom time. Once again, you are bound to see a Harry who doesn't care overly much about the school rules if they are hindering him and he is not above using his powers to help his friends bypass the stuffy teachers either.

Remember folks, this boy has been raised by the Marauders to stand for his own beliefs and refuse to let himself be taken advantage of. Add to that the mischief of Clow Reed to his own natural one and you have a very interesting individual. Now let's see about the stats shall we? We have 98 Reviews, 777 Followers, 666 Favourites, 24 C2 Communities and 34 048 views. Thank you so much everyone for your much appreciated support. Now, let's start this show!

Last Edit: May 22, 2017.

Harry, still in his wolf animagus form and Luna decided to follow Tracey and Daphne. Walking further away from the spot where the girls had been accosted by the Malfoy heir and his sidekicks. Following the girls around was a given since Harry and Luna had nothing else better to do with their time at the moment. While Tracey was rolling with it so to speak and was even scratching the wolf's ears once he had proven himself tame all the while conversing with Luna; Daphne was more reserved and was observing how the beast was behaving attentively by the corner of her eyes.

How that little Second Year Ravenclaw had managed to tame, bring in and keep such a large specimen of Gray Wolf, inside the castle without the Staff noticing anything wrong? She knew that the adults were overwhelmed population wise by students, what with having around fifteen adults for a few hundred kids, but to not see an animal that big was ridiculous and also very sloppy of their parts. Then an epiphany hit her. What if the wolf was not in fact truly a wolf? Thinking about it, she never heard anywhere or read in any books that a wolf or any canine species could have green eyes. She knew that some breed of Huskies and Alaskans could have blue eyes, but green? No, something was rather fishy here.

Then Daphne felt the need to hit her face with a palm after getting another epiphany. She restrained herself, of course, but the solution was evident now! Whoever it was, the wolf was in fact an Animagus! And by the ease by which he was moving and acting, she could deduce that he had been one from quite some time to have mastered his form. Daphne kept her silence for a while longer, keeping an ear on the discussion between the other two girls. From what she could hear, Tracey was asking more details about the utter disgrace that recently befell Ravenclaw House. Interested, she thus paid attention

"You have to be kidding me! Come on, admit it, you're taking the Mickey out of me! No one is that powerful at our age!"

Luna answered Tracey with a serene voice

"I kid you not, Tracey. Harry was so mad at my tormentors that his magic came alive and it then threw Cho Chang and Marietta Edgecombe, two Fourth Year girls, at the other end of the Common Room and he barely paid attention to where they would be landing while he was ripping everybody else a new one all the while defending my honour. It was quite the spectacle."

Tracey was lost for words for a little bit, then came around and asked with a bit of mirth in her voice

"So, have you decided to make him your boyfriend yet? I know we are a bit young for that, but you could always train him to your expectations for when we're not so young anymore."

At hearing that, Daphne snickered a little. While she was the most physically developed of the duo, Tracey was the one with the older mind concerning the opposite sex. She was of the opinion that to have a good boyfriend, that you had to catch him young enough so you could mould him to your liking and take all the time needed to do a good job. Of course for now it was all talk, Slytherin House in general didn't really encourage you to look for friends and partners outside the House and both of them found most of the boys in their House and Year rather lacking or too immature still. Luna answer floored everyone though

"Oh, while I might have liked it, Harry is not destined for me alone. Someone else is waiting for him first and he is also waiting for her even if they both don't know it yet. He is my dearest friend now and always will be, no matter what."

Then she added almost absently with a tilt of her head

"I wouldn't say no for at least a few good hard shags with him in a year or two though. Maybe it will be something more? Who know really? He isgetting rather yummy already and I really like his muscles. Maybe we will become friends with benefits? I don't really know yet. It will all depend if his destined partner will be willing to share him with other girls."

Even Tracey had to stop and stare at Luna at that one. It was far more detailed than anything she ever spouted. While nobody knew why Luna could talk about things like that at her rather young age and not be embarrassed at all while talking about the subject in public; the girl had to be explained everything after she came back earlier than scheduled from a play date with Ginny Weasley. You see, while Pandora Lovegood was in a sense, now dead, she was something or rather somebody else. Pandora had been in fact Lady Vivian, the Lady of the Lake's, mortal disguise among the Magical communities.

While Pandora had officially "died" due to an experiment gone very wrong, Vivian was still very much alive, kicking and head over heel in love with Xenophilius Lovegood, Luna's father. Little Luna had surprised them both totally naked and going at it with great enthusiasm on the kitchen table. Talk about awkward… *snickers.* the good news in all that was the fact that now Luna was a big sister! She had a little brother! Of course, he was living with her mother in Avalon for now, but pretty soon it would change. She would be able to see little Ewan way more often!

So little Luna was given "The Sex Talk" at ten years old and her mother had explained that she, Luna, would likely be her successor as the next Lady of the Lake if it was what she wanted. Luna and Ewan Lovegood were in fact born half Fae. To keep their covers intact, Xeno was putting much more emphasis on his eccentricities so only his most trusted friends would stay around and her mother, Pandora or Vivian (They are the same person basically), could not live with them as a family could full time.

Not until the one destined to awaken Camelot Castle appears at Hogwarts and brings forth the beginning stages for the return of the Ancient Magics on fair Albion's shores. Before Camelot's awakening, it was too risky and Pandora/Vivian hadn't in her heart the courage to risk her daughter's life. Many people in high places didn't want the Old Magics to return, since they weren't as controllable as what was a standard these days. They were not the type of people who would blink at silencing permanently someone standing in their ways if they could get away with it.

When Camelot and Avalon would be fully awake once more, Vivian/Pandora could then bring her family with her. When it was all said and done, nothing could be done to put the Ancient Magics asleep again, at least by mortal hands.

Back to the situation at hand, both Tracey and Daphne were beginning to blush heavily at Luna's insinuations. They weren't used to her bluntness yet and had even less expected her to talk about her hypothetical future plans! Now, even Tracey had remarked that the wolf was looking at Luna strangely. His expression was for too human to be a real animal! Tracey had recovered first since she had three older brothers who were not shy to talk about theirs escapades with willing girls even when she was within hearing range.

"Wow Luna, you are a really blunt person. Hey! Wait a sec! A real wolf wouldn't make faces like that! That's an Animagus!"

She finished with a pointed finger at the wolf.

Daphne was the first to answer with a roll of her lovely forest green eyes

"Well, duh! I mean, even Filch would have remarked that a wolf was wandering around the castle after a while if he really was a pet! And he would have at least killed Mrs. Norris by now. Try to think before opening your mouth, Trace."

Tracey's answer to Daphne's chiding was only a childish grimace with her tongue. Harry's answer was the same prank he did to Luna after transforming; a big and very sloppy lick from her chin up to her forehead. While Tracey was now cursing, sputtering and gagging, Luna and Daphne were giggling and Harry had a canine grin on his face. But all good things had an end, curfew was fast approaching and after escorting Tracey and Daphne to their Common Room, Luna and Harry, the former still on the latter's back since he was still a wolf, dashed on a hidden spiralling staircase behind a false wall once they were back on the ground floor.

It was a shortcut passing from the ground floor all the way up to the seventh floor. It was also more discreet than the Grand Staircase, so they could stop at the door opening to the seventh floor where Harry could take back his human appearance. No need to advertise to the whole House that he was an Animagus. Contrary to his father and honorary uncles before him, Harry's form was actually registered; in Japan. While it hadn't been needed yet, his mother hadn't let him leave for the U.K all alone without a magical I.D giving him Diplomatic Immunity, just in case someone high placed in the local magical government tried to make his life harder than necessary.

His family was nothing if not cautious. Having two Marauders to help raise him had given him the necessary flair to take advantage of the flaws found within the rules. Once arrived at the right door, Luna climbed down from Harry's back and once she was safely on the ground, he stretched and took back his human form. Gentleman, he opened the door for his female companion and pleased, she did take the invitation. They managed to enter their Common Room with two minutes left before curfew. By an unspoken common decision, Luna's future possible plans concerning Harry were left unspoken.

He wasn't really sure what to think about that. While he knew he liked girls, he wasn't sure what to do with them yet. But he wasn't in any hurry; he was still growing up after all.

Harry's search of the door to Camelot was entirely unfruitful until Halloween. That night, instead of attending the Feast, he was not in the mood to celebrate the day where his parents lost their lives, he decided to do something, that in hindsight, he should have done way earlier. He would find an out of the way corner and try to communicate with Hogwarts. Maybe the castle would give him a tip? Because right now; even Clow Reed's spirit inside Harry's mind was completely stumped. And it took a lot to do that to the most powerful Sorcerer of the Modern Era.

And thus we are now finding the young teen in a deserted set of rooms on the third floor on the left side of the castle after looking for a nice and quiet place where to meditate in peace. From what he had heard from the Hogwarts' Rumour Mill, two years ago there was supposedly a Cerberus and a Wizarding obstacle course protecting the Philosopher's Stone of all things! Harry wasn't certain if he truly believed that, but he had no intention of going on an information hunt for The Alchemist's Greatest Creation. Nicolas Flamel was old when Clow Reed was born; Harry had absolutely no intention of going to his death on a fool's errand. His mother had said a few times that immortality was overrated anyway and he believed her.

Sitting on the ground, he crossed his legs and put his palms on his thighs. Closing his eyes, he took a big breath and then let it loose slowly. The Potter Scion repeated the exercise a few times before he carefully let loose the restrains he had on his power. This time it was not a torrent of lookalike magical flames but more of an intense glowing green aura that was seen around his whole body. Hosting Clow Reed's spirit in him at such a young age had for side effect to have all but shattered the regular limiters a magical body normally possess.

While it would have been a very dangerous situation for Harry if the situation had not been correctly and carefully managed and monitored by his mother; on the other hand though, leaving the Horcrux in place would have done more harm than good to him in the long term. It was the equivalent of a leach; it would have leached his magical potential and his intelligence for survival and likely entrenched itself so deep in him it would have taken extreme measures to get rid of.

Letting his mind commune with the castle's sentience, he then waited for a sign. He had explored Hogwarts Castle from top to bottom and hadn't found any clues or secret passages that could lead him to Camelot. Hell, he had even found the Weasley Twins' "office" and had borrowed, with their permission of course, the Marauder's Map for a week-end in exchange for two vials of the Animagus revealing potion (You weren't a "real" Marauder without an animal form after all.) and he still hadn't found anything new!

Communing with the Castle's conscience was his second to last move. If it didn't work, he decided right here and then that he would sneak into the Headmaster's Office at the first occasion and have a private talk with the Sorting Hat. Maybe the artifact of the Founders would have some clues? And if talking with the Hat didn't give him any results, well Camelot and Avalon would just have to stay asleep or find someone else to do the Kami damned job. That search was putting a serious strain on his carefully crafted study schedule and if he wanted to attain his goals before he was old and grey, he couldn't afford too many distractions. If only he had access to Clow's Greatest work…

Harry didn't know how long he stayed like that. Meditation was good to lose the track of time, but he was getting very fed up. Just as he was about to give it up as a bad job, something finally happened! It felt like somebody had just poked him hard on the back of the head with the simple intent to distract him. Harry was about to snap angrily at the act. Pokes like that were one of Sirius' weapons when he was feeling particularly annoying and the young man was often the victim of it, much to his consternation.

What cooled his rising anger were the stark realizations that his father figure was not around to annoy him and that it had been done on the Mental Plane. Concentrating on the mental poke, he then received an image of a particular corridor not too far away from Gryffindor Tower, on the left side of the castle on the seventh floor. The most remarkable landmark was a tapestry of some nutcase wizard trying to teach ballet to trolls. He had seen the place once or twice when he was passing near, but otherwise, there was nothing of interest there.

Not even a single broom cupboard to booby trap to prank couples composed of older students! He was then surprised when he was given the instructions on how to access the hidden room that was opposite the tapestry and its name. The Room of Requirements was the passageway to Camelot! Well, now he knew how to find the passage to the mythical slumbering castle, but how was he supposed to awake it?

It seems that Hogwarts was done giving him instructions though, since the Castle's presence slipped away, no matter how hard he tried to keep it near. Knowing when to admit defeat, the young teen slowly came out of his meditative state and took his time standing up, moving his limbs to help restoring his blood flow since some felt a bit numb. When he felt normal again, Harry decided to take a shortcut to his destination. At his command, his Magic Circle flared alive and with an application of his will, he was gone.

While short distance teleportation didn't require much charging time, it was the opposite when it came for long distance travel. The lines had to be formed slowly but surely and the circle had to be at his maximum glow before letting it do its job. It was a good thing that whoever was inside the circle was entirely invulnerable to outside attacks but it was the same for those inside. They couldn't interact other than verbally with those outside the circle as long as it was active. Once he was arrived on the right corridor, just in front of the tapestry, Harry immediately did as instructed. Pacing back and forth in front of the blank wall three times while thinking exclusively

"I wish to find the way to Camelot. I wish to find the way to Camelot. I wish to find the way to Camelot."

After his third passage, a door appeared. The door was made in oak and there was an artistic carving of a western red dragon into the wood while the knob was a nice bronze colour. Excited, the young boy dashed toward the door, opened it and then closed it behind him. Once he was inside, he saw a long spiralling staircase going down into the bowels of the castle. Grumbling under his breath about how come a secret passage going to the foundations of the castle was starting from the seventh floor instead of the ground floor or the dungeons, he shifted into a wolf with an ease that was always baffling his family and started to trot down.

When Harry was a dozen steps away from the door, it disappeared like it had never been there. Even as a wolf, it took close to fifteen minutes to get all the way down. He really didn't want to know how much time it would have taken as a human. Next time, he would definitely teleport directly down there. Apparition and Magic Circle Travelling shared that trait in common, the need to visualize where you are going in great details. He wasn't sure if the wards of Hogwarts were going all the way down there though. He decided to stay as a wolf since he was rather comfortable and it was definitely chillier down here than upstairs.

Harry really should have brought a cloak or a coat with him. Oh well, hindsight is twenty/twenty. He padded along a vast corridor and the stone work was definitely different than the one done in Hogwarts. First of all it was older and the magic in the air smelt very different too. He was forced to take back his human form when he came across a set of really big wooden double doors with very old brass circle like handles at the general height of an adult. When he tried to open them manually, they didn't move an iota. They had not been made with children in mind, that's for sure.

Harry was about to blast them out of their hinges, when a sudden pressure made itself known. Whatever it was, it seemed quite against his idea of just blasting the big ass doors out of the way. Pouting a bit but deciding to try something else, he tried the unlocking spell.

"Alohomora."

The doors then unlocked themselves and opened with a somewhat ominous creak, but Harry knew no one had been down there in centuries. He wasn't even certain if the ghosts could come down here. Not that he could summon or command them. The Grey Lady was rather aloof, but she tended to smile more in his presence. Maybe it was because she had found memories of his father or his mother? Frankly he didn't know and wasn't certain to care. Once he could enter through the doors, what he discovered left him floored.

He was in a hall, but not any regular one. There, at the centre, stood a big wooden round table with a light blue and silver mosaic engraved on it. It was three circles entwined that also created three ovals like zones where the circles merged together. (See Camelot's symbol from the animation movie "Quest for Camelot".) That was the Legendary Round Table! He was sure of it! There were even thirteen high back chairs with sheaths hanging from said back for the thirteen Knights' swords! Everything was still looking pristine even after more than a thousand years! Now that he was here, what was the next step?

Then suddenly, a woman appeared before him from nowhere! No Magic Transportation Circle, no telltale sound of Apparition, no shows of lights, nothing! A second he was alone and now, a pretty woman in her thirties, tall and willowy with long blonde hair and silvery blue eyes was fixing him with an unreadable look that was frankly creeping him out.

Quite started, Harry immediately jumped back, took a Martial Art defence stance and immediately flared his Circuits to life to augment his body all the while gathering his already considerable power for a fight. When his green eyes started to glow ominously and his aura started to become visible and flame like, the unknown woman let a small amused smile pass on her lips and she, for lack of better words, just glided towards him. It was then that he remarked that she wasn't dressed as a Witch but in rather fashionable mundane blue jeans, black nondescript sneakers and a nice white blouse.

When she went to touch him, something, maybe his instinct? He wasn't really certain; forced him to jump away and immediately assumed his wolf form. As soon as Harry finished the transformation, he was now snarling menacingly, showing a mouth full of sharp teeth and he was crouched to the ground, ready to jump on his foe and rip out her throat. Then the strange woman stopped and in a voice that was somehow familiar to him, said after a bell like laugh enhanced with an honest smile

"Oh my! Aren't you the precocious young Wizard! A fully realized Animagus at your age! Will wonders never cease! Your father and his friends only managed that when they were fifteen! And you are such a beautiful specimen of wolf!"

When she realized that he didn't stop snarling at her and was in fact just about to pounce if she were to take one more step in his direction, she then said to him with a voice full of command that he couldn't even hope to disobey

"Oh, stop that will you? You are starting to annoy me."

Wolf Harry automatically stopped growling, but he still stayed on guard, his fight or flight instincts were now going haywire.

The woman just sighted and said something under her breath about rude children and mule headed male Potters before she kept ordering him somewhat tiredly

"You will change back and you will stop trying to fight me, physically andmagically. You are a few thousand years too young, Pup, to be able to even think of harming me."

Harry did try to fight the commands; he really did with all his considerable mental might if only because she called him "Pup" on a patronizing tone of voice, but it was of no use. His body had betrayed him and after a few seconds needed to reverse the transformation safely, he was now human once again. The kid was starting to panic for real now and it showed on his face. The magic he had had amassed from his core for a fight had been sent back to dormancy just like the Prana that was flowing until now in his Circuits!

He was just about to call for his Magic Circle to get the hell out of here like Clow was currently screaming at him to do, before she was once again right in front of him! He hadn't even seen her move! He just had the time to hear her mutter about rule breaking and disobeying children before she slapped her now open and glowing right palm on his stomach, somehow managing to seal his magic away and thus cutting his connection to his ancestor! What she did was supposed to be impossible! No binds had worked on him since his ninth birthday no matter their strength! But he couldn't break it!

That woman had shut down all his options in not even a minute! Now extremely terrified for his life, Harry did the only thing left he could do. He called for his mother with all his mental and physical might.

"MOMMY! HELP ME!"

The blonde woman, now rather tired that the meeting she had envisioned wasn't going on at all as she had planned, was about to try and reason with him when another Magical Circle flared to life just to the left of the young teen. The unknown blonde Magus frowned. How had he managed to call someone? She had sealed away all of his mortal magic with the help of her divine one and also took care of shutting down the bond to his meddlesome ancestor's spirit, Clow Reed. As far as she knew, the child in front of her was the very last Potter alive in Great Britain.

Lily and James were dead and no magic could truly bring back people from the dead. Well, in fact there were one or two possible exceptions without resorting to Necromancy, but the Potters fitted in neither of them. The Killing Curse will do that to you and a Love based sacrificial protection ritual too.

Then blonde westerner traits and silvery blue eyes were met with very long black hair, Asiatic traits and very very pissed ruby red eyes. Yūko didn't even try to find insomuch what was going on when she was out of her Magic Circle. She had received her son's distress call from afar and she would protect him with all her considerable might! Thus, with a powerful and potent blast of space-time magic, she catapulted the blonde Magus to the other side of the hall, not caring if her foe survived or not the experience of being acquainted with a wall made of stone bricks.

Cautious not so much by nature but by ingrained habit, Yūko erected a very powerful barrier on her side of the hall and swooped toward her son, inspecting him for any visible wounds. When she found none, she allowed him to explain what was going on after pressing him against her bosom and kissing his forehead. By the Gods, she was just now realizing how much she had missed him!

"She just appeared from nowhere, mom! No Magic Transport Circle, no telltale sound of Apparition, no magical kaleidoscopic lights, nothing! She was setting my instincts in overdrive just by being there! And she also managed to override my control over my body and magic with ease! I was about to get the hell out of here, but she managed to get into my guard in a blink of eye and somehow seal away my powers! I can't even talk to Uncle Clow right now! I don't understand how she could do it, no bonds on my magical core, no matter their strengths, lasted more than a few minutes since I was nine! "

He finished, still somewhat panicked but now starting to feel a bit better now that his mother was here to protect him from the unknown Magus.

Yūko was also starting to freak out a bit after hearing her son's explanations. No normal Magus or Wizard/Witch could do things like that. Either they were facing a magical demigod daughter of Aphrodite with charmspeak, a daughter of a magic oriented Goddess from any still active pantheons or something else that was entirely unknown. Just as she was about to speak to try and reassure her son, Yūko's barrier was instantly shattered by a single punch of the unknown blonde Magus!

And boy, did she was looking pissed even if she didn't look too much worse for wear other than her clothes being a bit torn up! Her silvery blue eyes were glowing ominously and her long blonde hair was moving from an unseen wind. She then said with a booming voice

"Enough is enough! I tried to be nice, but nobody is willing to listen! I have to admit, that hit smarted a bit but you will have to do way much better than that if you want to get in a toss with me, Space-Time Witch! "

Yūko then did the smartest thing she could do in this situation. Harry needed to be protected and she couldn't fight such a powerful foe and guard him from any potential harm at the same time. With her son in her arms, she willed her Magic Transport Circle to spring alive before doing anything else. Now protected from anything short of a full Godly Smiting, she could start to bring light to this affair.

"You seem to know me, you obviously know my son but we both don't know who you are. You appeared here, without any warning and set every alarm in my boy's mind. You approached him without introducing yourself first and then when he tried to fight you off and then flee when you forced him to stand down, you seal away his powers? You did all of this without one single explanation? No, we are not willing to listen to you! You will tell me how to undo the bindings you put on my son or I will banish you forever to another universe! "

Yūko Ichihara was mad. No, mad didn't cut it. She was livid. You did not fuck with her family! To prove that she was not bluffing, the Space-Time Witch opened a shimmering portal a few centimetres away from her foe. And Yūko was feeling vindictive enough to open a one way doorway leading to a universe where magic didn't exist at all!

The still unnamed blonde Magus sighed tiredly, but when she saw that the Space-Time Witch was very serious in her threats, she jumped away from the freshly opened portal like she was scalded by hot water! Her eyes started to glow even more for a moment, but her common sense finally decided to kick in, making her stand down. She really went at it the wrong way. Damn, now she had to eat some humble pie! And she hated that meal!

"Your… son? Is paranoid, Miss Ichihara. I had absolutely no intention of harming him. On the contrary, I wanted to congratulate him for finally discovering the true path leading from Hogwarts Castle to Camelot Castle. How was I supposed to know that he could feel my power even if I was suppressing it? Anyway, now that I have your attention, let me introduce myself properly. My name is Lady Vivian and I am the Lady of the Lake. I am an immortal Fae but the young man would likely recognize me better by my other name, which is Pandora Lovegood."

Harry, despite him, let out a gasp and said out loud

"So that's why you look so much like Luna! You're her mom! But, weren't you supposed to be dead? She told me you died when she was around nine."

Before Vivian/Pandora could answer, Yūko bopped her boy on the head just hard enough to chastise him properly and then decided to also scold him verbally

"Harry Potter! Don't be rude like that! I did not raise you as a gormless ruffian, young man!"

Harry had of course cried out in pain a bit from the hit, but had recovered fast enough while glaring balefully at his mother. Of course, Yūko ignored the glare with practised skill. She was a mother now; she had to learn the skill. But how come the Lady of the Lake was also his best friend's mom? The Lady was supposed to be like, ultra old, even older than his mom, Uncle Clow and Old Man Dumbledore combined! Maybe she was even as old as the Super Vampire Zelretch! And right now, Luna's mom didn't look one day past thirty years old!

Having now back the attentions of her guests, Vivian/Pandora said after a quick laugh

"Yes, I am indeed Luna's mother. As for why I'm alive? Mark Twain said it best. "The report of my death was an exaggeration". In resume, Pandora Lovegood was my cover in the Wizarding World. I won't bore you with all the details but in working to bring back the old magics to good old Albion's shores, my husband and I attired the wrong kind of attention from the wrong type of person. Not everyone wish to see the old magics return. There is more to my "fatal accident" but you are too young to learn of it. So basically, we got smarter and played safer for Luna's sake. "

Yūko understood better what was going on, but she hadn't received the answers to what she really wanted. She was quick to point it to the Fae though.

"I am all for the old magics' return, but that doesn't explain why you had to involve my son in your schemes. If Camelot could be accessed from Hogwarts, you should have opened the path yourself or have at least an adult do it. Now, unseal my son's magic or please tell me how to do it myself."

Vivian pinched her nose in irritation. Things were really not progressing as expected. She should have realized that the boy would have responsible parental influences. When she had her vision, it had showed her a version of the child growing up neglected and isolated at the hands of close minded Muggles. But Fate or maybe Free Will threw a monkey wrench into the mix and everything was shot to hell! Deciding to put her cards on the table, Pandora answered

"Nobody but Harry James Potter could do what is needed. Centuries ago, I had a vision. It was a vision of a young man with black hair and green eyes, already touched by Fate. The boy would be the one chosen to awaken the King of Knights' Keep. While I could have guided anybody else to this place, no one else could have awakened Camelot once more and kick started the return of the old magics that went dormant when the Once and Future King was brought to Avalon.

Of course, the vision showed me a version of the child who had grown up with his biological mother's sister. Not having any other info, I based my act on how that version would have reacted. Frankly, while he had the potential for greatness, he was not as powerful or as sensitive magically in that timeline as he is right now. And to unseal his magic, I'm afraid that you will have to do a leap of faith and trust me. Unless you can replicate Fae magic, the seal won't be able to be removed."

The Lady of the Lake finished her speech by crossing her arms across her bosom.

There, she had put almost all her cards on the table. Now her guests needed to make a show of faith before she told them how to proceed to awake the Keep. Until it was awake, this was the only hall they could access, not counting the way back.

In the end, Yūko had to let her Circle fade away. Soon, Harry's magic was once more accessible to the lad and by the look in his eyes; he was probably contemplating if he likely could slip her a few prank spells. A rise of a finely trimmed eyebrow as a silent challenge saw him backing down. Good, it seems that he had learned something, so everything was not lost.

What she didn't know yet, was the fact that Harry was seriously considering "sacrificing" her to Zelretch for more Troll free Magecraft lessons this summer. Harry had learned by accident that if the Dead Apostle Ancestor was offered a sacrifice/victim to use for his mischief and relieve his boredom, he was generally in a good mood long enough to teach adequately. And who knew? Maybe he'll get a gift for pointing her to the Wizard Marshall. An immortal Fae from the time of King Arthur was not someone you could mess with everyday after all. Oh yes, payback would definitively be a bitch.

To get back on track, the Fae now had to explain what Harry needed to do to kick start the process. Fortunately, once done everything would go smoothly and the magics would reappear little by little in the United Kingdom without needing any more help. The International Statute of Secrecy would likely be strained, but not broken outright. The regular population had quite enough weapons to kill each others already; they didn't need magic on top of it. Not to mention that the U.K magical enclaves wouldn't survive a hostile takeover by the Military as they currently were.

"Now to awaken Camelot, it is rather simple. You need to let your blood fell on the very centre of the mosaic on the Round Table. Not much, don't worry. A few drops will suffice. Once done, you are free to heal yourself. You will be free to leave if it's what you wish, but you should stay and watch the start of the process; you're on for an interesting show!"

Once she was done, Harry, still reeling from everything, gave his mother a side glance, asking silently what he should do. She answered with a nod of the head. It's not like she could do much against a Fae of that level. Sure, she could always conjure an iron weapon, but she was a spell caster type of fighter. While Yūko was in very good shape, she hadn't any particular weapon training. So for lack of a better choice, it was better to pacify their host than antagonizing her further by being difficult. So Harry walked toward the Round Table and between two chairs, he was now in position to do his part. He was a bit reticent about giving of his blood though.

Non ethical Wizards and Magi alike could do a lot of nasty things to the owner of the liquid of life in question. With one last glance to his mother, Harry conjured a simple potion knife and pricked his right index. Banishing casually the knife, he brought his now bleeding finger towards the part of the mosaic that the Lady of the Lake had told him to wet with his blood. The young man let five drops of his blood hit the circle before applying a minor healing charm and backing off, back to his mother's side.

Then something happened. Little by little, the mosaic on the table started to illuminate itself from within, until the table was glowing from all the ambient magic it had likely absorbed. Then after the glow became bright enough that everyone had to partially close their eyes to not get blinded, a magical shock wave was channelled safely into the ground, before travelling towards the walls and climbing up toward the ceiling. Already Yūko and Harry could see some changes. The stonework looked nicer for lack of a better term (Neither of them knew anything about masonry.) and cleaner.

The legendary castle felt more alive than ever before! Then the other set of massive doors on the other side of the hall, the one that was locked, unlocked and opened on their own. Harry was a bit curious as to where it went, but to be frank, he had gotten his quota of adventures for a while. But before leaving, he decided to ask an essential question.

"Hum Mrs. Lovegood? How am I supposed to go back to Hogwarts? The door I passed through disappeared when I was about a dozen steps down on the staircase."

The Fae woman stopped giving the still glowing Round Table strange looks and blinked at being addressed by her mortal name. Then the question filtered to her brain and she realized that he had a good reason to ask it, even if he was fretting for nothing. Vivian was then quick to reassure him with a sincere smile

"You don't have to worry about it; the door will reappear when you are at the top of the stairs and wish to leave. It's part of the enchantments for the Room of Requirements. Do tell my daughter I said "hi" will you? Oh, a few last things that you have to know before leaving! Only you can open the door back to Camelot and I suggest that you only bring here people you are sure you can trust with your life. Also, do keep in mind that most of the Keep is in ruins. I managed to preserve this hall and the courtyard beyond the hall and the throne room from the ravages of time when the King fell. Beyond that, you will have to deal with the ruins of a one thousand and five hundred years old castle, so be careful."

Her piece said, she went back to monitor the awakening of the old magics. After so many years of hard work, she was finally seeing results! Now when the magics would be fully awakened, she could bring back the isle of Avalon to the Mortal Realm.

With Yūko and Harry, the former accompanied the latter all the way to the spiralling staircase. After all the emotions that both lived through today, they were mentally exhausted. It was one of the deciding factors as to why they weren't more in awe after realizing that they had been in Camelot Castle, one of the most iconic legends of the United Kingdom, magical or mundane alike! So after giving her son one last motherly hug and after extracting a promise to be written more often, the Space-Time Witch teleported straight home.

When he was alone once more, Harry took the guise of a wolf to run all the way to the door leading back to Hogwarts. When he was near the wall, he took human shape once more and just like Mrs. Lovegood had said, the door was back. When he was completely back into the school, Harry let out a relieved sigh. He could only hope that his next visits to Camelot would be less stressful. Checking what time is it on his watch, the boy realized that he was gone for about an hour and an half.

Now famished since he had skipped the Halloween Feast for his adventure, he called upon his trusty circle to warp directly to the kitchens. Of course, as soon as he was there and explained that he only wished for a snack, he got a three courses meal, courtesy of the House Elves.

After making the Elves blush and babble after thanking them for an excellent meal, Harry decided to head back to his dorm. A good shower would do him good and after that, he could always relax before going to bed by reading a good book. Having finally remembered the way to Ravenclaw Tower, he decided to walk there for a little digestive walk. He still had a while before curfew and if the mangy cat of the caretaker gave him any trouble, he'd change into a wolf and just scared it away. Thinking about his wolf form, he really should try and find a name for his alter-ego.

Sirius was Padfoot, Remus was Moony, his father was Prongs when he was alive and the traitor was Wormtail. Absorbed in his thoughts as he was, he nearly collided with a girl around his age turning the corner. Making a quick move to the right, he then said

"Whoa! Sorry! I was lost in thoughts! Are you alright?"

The girl had managed to avoid a collision, but her book bag had slipped from her shoulder and spilled its content on the ground. While he could have easily rectified the mistake with magic, his family had pounded into his head that doing every little thing with his powers would make him lazy and dependant on them. It was not something he wanted, so he went readily to his knees to help his fellow student, who finally answered with a firm accent from London

"Yes, everything is fine, thank you for asking. No harm done, it can happen to the best of us."

When she saw him drop to his knees to help her, she was oddly touched. She wasn't bullied per see, well not anymore, not after what she did in her Second Year to her would be tormentors, but she had very few friends and was often alone. Seeing a perfect stranger from another House willing to help her like that without prompt, it made Hermione Granger thinks that not every male student in this school with the exception of her shy friend Neville Longbottom, were a lost cause. Once the books were gathered, Hermione saw that Harry was observing her with great focus and it kind of made her feel awkward.

The young man in question was observing this new young lady in front of him. While at first glance she didn't look much, had lots of bushy brown hair that she kept shoulder length, an average face and figure and regular brown eyes; he saw the hidden potential that she possessed. Then Clow's Future Sight activated and Harry saw glimpses of a possible future. Nothing very concrete since he had never practised that gift, but something was telling him that this girl would go far with the right help. And also, he felt that she had an important place in his circle, just like Luna, Tracey and Daphne had also a just as important place.

And frankly, Harry really liked what he just saw. Not just in a physical sense for now even if she was rather easy on the eyes, but he could literally see her intelligence shining from her eyes for lack of better terms. Before the silence could become awkward, once they were both upright, he offered a hand for shaking and with a friendly grin, he told her

"Hi, I'm Harry Potter. It's nice to meet you!"

It seems that his enthusiasm was contagious, since Hermione smiled a bit and took his hand to shake and answered in her turn.

"My name is Hermione Granger. It is nice to meet you."

From there, both young teens started to become friends. Hermione was a bit slow to thrust, having being burned before and was not one to trust school gossip as accurate information. She also had a bit of hard time to accept Luna's views on the world and her undiscovered creatures (She had made the mistake to call them imaginary once and Harry had given her a sermon about respecting other people beliefs. She didn't need to believe in their existence, but she should try to be a bit more open minded.)

Daphne and Tracey took a certain time to warm up to the new addition in Harry's circle of friends, well more Daphne than Tracey, but after a couple of weeks they were becoming solid and fast friends. It seemed that Daphne was Hermione's academic rival in Slytherin House since she was ranked in the number one spot in her own House. Harry could have gotten the first place in Ravenclaw if he had put more care into his essays, but the young teen actually learned better by doing it himself rather than being shown.

Time sure does pass quickly when you have fun. In no time at all, October was long gone, replaced by November and after that, December. Now it was the day where students left to go home for the Holidays. Everyone in Harry's circle of friends had opted to go home. Everyone was a bit jealous to see the Potter Heir bypass entirely the long train ride back to London, since just like his arrival in September; he was currently in the middle of the Great Hall with his owl in her cage and his trunk under said cage, just behind him. Little by little, the lines of the Magic Transport Circle were forming and once the design was finally drawn, Harry put one hand into the air and said out loud

"Happy Holidays! See you all January Eight!"

Then, with an intense flash of blinding emerald green light, Harry Potter was gone from Hogwarts.

Sitting at the Slytherin Table, eating breakfast, Tracey told Daphne after finishing some bacon

"We should really have him teach us that. We could be home way earlier. "

Daphne answered

"I'm not sure if we would be able to cast it, we don't have any practice with Eastern Wizardry."

Tracey pouted and said with a whine

"Stop destroying my daydreams Daph! And I'm sure we could convince him to teach us correctly. We would just have to let him have a few peeks down our neckline and he would be putty in our hands!"

Daphne's answer wasn't long in coming. Red like a tomato, she exclaimed out loud

"Tracey!"

The named girl started snickering. It was so much fun flustering her very best friend!