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Chapter 4

As Harry slowly awoke from his shock induced sleep, he was trying to remember why he passed out in the first place. And like a troll's club to the gut, realization hit him. The most important thing he remembered was that Petunia Dursley was not related to him by blood at all. When he finally understood the true meaning of this he explodes like the flame of a dragon. With an agonizing yell he shreds his sheets, takes the chair and smashes it against the frame of the bed until it is nothing but splinters, and then tosses the remains of the chair out the window, without opening it.

The chaos heard from upstairs alerts the other occupants as to Harry's state of lucidness. All the people from down stairs rush up to Harry's room just as the chair destroys the window. Everyone looks at the condition of the room with mixed emotions. As Harry makes for the door, he pulls up short when he notices the other occupants of the room. When Harry notices Vernon and Petunia, his rage returns to the fullest. He reaches for his wand and realizes he doesn't have it. In the next instant his wand zooms into the room, nearly hitting Tonks in the head. Not thinking about how he did that, the beginning of a curse escapes his lips Cruci..

Remus understanding the rage Harry is feeling, grasps what the young man is about to do and jumps in to action not a moment to soon by yelling "Harry stop!" This gives Harry a moment of pause but also turns his gaze upon the werewolf. What Remus sees in those emerald orbs is nothing short of breath taking. There is a power just waiting to be unleashed, it's true purpose undecided at this juncture in this young mans life.

As Harry thinks over his halted action, Tonks approaches slowly and with her hands held out in a peaceful gesture. When she reaches Harry she apprehensively takes his wand and then envelops him in a compassionate hug.

"Okay little brother, it is time to calm down. Let us go back down stairs and see if we can't figure out what the hell is going on," declares Tonks all the while her hair is shifting through a myriad of colors. Hearing the young woman's comments Harry slowly nods his head and starts for the door. Only then does he realize there are two people here that he doesn't know but are the reason for all the commotion.

So Harry asks, "Who are you two?'

"All will be explained when we get down stairs, seeing as there is no where to sit in here any longer," replied the taller gentleman. "Okay, but I want answers fast" declares the last Potter.

Upon reaching the den, and everyone taking a seat. Harry looks to the strangers with an expression that states explain now or someone is getting hurt. DaZach seeing the look of utter determination on his unknowing king's face, decides to introduce himself and his companion.

"My lord, my name is DaZach and I am the Lord Chamberlin to the King of Avalon. What my title means is that I am an advisor of sorts. My duties have varied over the years depending on my king's wishes and needs. Sometimes I am a confidant and other times I have barely had use at all. First and foremost though I am sworn to protect the ruler of Avalon, with my very life if necessary."

"My young friend with me is Alzander. He is my apprentice so to speak. His ultimate place in life will be the Master at Arms, or the kings personal trainer and bodyguard. At this time in his life he has been assigned to me, so I can teach him that all confrontations need not end in blood shed." This last part was stated in a somewhat joking tone only to be received by the younger man with a disgruntled glare.

"Okay, DaZach right?, that still does not explain why you are here or that you had a copy of my parents will and why do you keep calling me your lord?" voiced Harry with a concerned edge to his voice.

"The reason for calling you my lord is simple. You are My Lord. Before we continue maybe you should read the second set of parchments, the ones you didn't get to before you fainted," commented the regal looking man as he offered over another official looking letter.

As Harry slowly took the document, he noticed an official looking crest securing the letter. The crest had a fierce looking dragon in flight, holding an exquisite sword in its talons. As he looked closer he realized that he had seen, and used, that sword before. With barely a whisper he stated more than asked, "That's Griffindor's sword."

With this comment Alzander spoke up, "My Lord you are right but your are also wrong." Seeing puzzled expression on the magical peoples faces he continued, "Yes, Godric did use that sword but it belonged to his ancestors. Most everyone in the world calls it Excalibur."

Seeing a lack of understanding in everyone's eyes, DaZach suggested, "read the letter and then you will understand some of the mysteries of your young life."

Harry just nodded and went to break the seal. When he touched it there was a small magical discharge that surprised him slightly. It dawned on him that the parchment was spelled to only be opened by a specific person, him.

Dear Harry James, let me introduce myself to you. My name is Harold Arthur Potter Pendragon and I am your great great grandfather. I am sadden by the fact that you will not remember meeting me. I was there the day your were born. Your father was beaming with pride and strutting around showing you off to anyone who would stop and look at you. Lily just laid there with that motherly glow. As usual she was amused with James' antics. I was truly sadden by their deaths. The light of the world was dimmed that fateful day.

The reason for the letter is to inform you of your heritage. Because if I know Albus, and I have known him since his days as a student at Hogwarts, he has failed to notify you on your tenth birthday.

He and Gellert tried manipulating everyone and anyone to their way of thinking during the time that they were together. Sorry I digressed.

What he was supposed to tell you is that you are to take over the throne of Avalon the day after you come of age. This will actually be one year sooner than you think, because the laws of Magical Britain don't pertain to the royal family and anyone in their employ. The laws of Avalon are much older than that of it's younger cousins. Our laws are from the time of our ancestor, Uther Ambrosius more commonly known as Uther Pendragon father to Arthur Pendragon. These two men are your multi times over great grandfathers.

During the age of Arthur boys became men at the age of 16. They could marry, go to war, and in a few cases become king. That is why you were to notified on your tenth birthday. That way you would have had six years to be trained to take your rightful place as ruler of Avalon and all of her subjects.

I just pray to Merlin that DaZach will find you in time to have you prepared for your future. The need for training is urgent.

Myrddin, also known as Merlin, was a prophet or a seer. His visions always came to pass with utmost accuracy. And the last vision he had before his death concerns you my young heir.

The one born of royal blood shall overcome the acts of betrayal and disloyalty. He will rule that which was unknown, will unite the divided, will find what was thought lost and will find light in the darkest of times. The one born of royal blood shall overcome the acts of betrayal and disloyalty.

Harry, I relish that my time has come to an end and what a glorious 277 years it has been. The life I lived was filled with adventure and boredom, happy and sad times, turmoil and peace, but most of all satisfaction. The satisfaction that comes from helping those that can not help themselves, satisfaction for earning the respect of ones subjects, satisfaction that comes from having some to love you enough to overlook your faults, but the most satisfaction I think person can have comes doing what is right instead of doing what is easy, no matter the consequences.

Young man I will leave you one small bit of advice and one small suggestion. The advise is this, listen to the people you trust, ignore those that you don't but always make your own decision and then follow through on it. The suggestion is just live your life in a way that ensures your happiness and tell the ones who wish to control you to kiss your and ass and go to hell.

I love you my heir and I hope for nothing but the best for your life and those you choose to share it with. Live long and live well, for this is not goodbye but a brief parting until we meet in the land beyond this mortal realm.

Harold Arthur Pendragon

King of Avalon

When Harry read the letter for the first time, he looked at the newcomers and asked is if this was for real. Both gentlemen gave an affirmative nod. With that question answered, he read the letter three more times making sure to take in every detail that he could. He studied every word that was written and committed it to memory. He slowly but surely came to the decision that he would do as his ancestor asked. He had no idea of how he was going to accomplish this but if took his last ounce of blood and his very last breath, he was going to live his life to the fullest.

With that decision made, he scanned over the people in the room. By the looks in Remus' and Tonks' eyes, he knew that they would help him in any way that the could. The two other men was not sure of yet but his instincts were telling him they were trust worthy. After looking at them, he spotted Petunia Dursley, His rage from earlier returned like a volcano erupting after a thousand years of being dormant.

"How could you he screamed. No person should have endured what I have living with you people. Why did you even agree to keep me, it was not like we are related by blood. If you didn't want me here you should have told him no."

Vernon responded to this, "we wanted the money."

"What money?"

"The money the old man with the beard gave over the years."

"How much?"

"15,000 pounds a year."

"What"

"Dumbledork said you would never miss it"

"The lemon sucking, strange robe wearing, eye twinkling, deranged bastard. I am going to strangle him with his own beard after I shove that pointy hat he always wears up his ass and out his over sized nose!"

While Harry was ranting, the others in the room were glad their name was not Albus Dumbledore. They knew this young man had the power and determination to follow through with his threat. They knew he had the power because they could feel it wash over them like the sun breaking from the clouds on a winter morning. And they knew he had the determination to carry out the act just by looking in his emerald eyes. It was the look of someone who had survived more situations than any adult three times his age should have even seen let alone experience.

Harry paced while he continued his rant but by this time his words were more incoherent and not resembling any continuous train of thought. He thought he heard someone say his name.

"Harry" Tonks called.

He just kept muttering and pacing.

"Harry!" Remus yelled

"What!"

"Harry what do you mean you and Petunia aren't related by blood?"

Harry just looked at Petunia and said "Mrs. Dursley I too would like to hear this explanation."

Petunia just looked absolutely ashen. If you didn't know her you would think her a vampire. She knew she could get out of this as six sets of eyes just stared at her. She cleared her throat and began.

"My parents wanted children but couldn't have them so they adopted me. Then a few years later, that man brought Lily to the house after my parents agreed to adopt a second child. I was six at the time so I remember that it was Dumbledore."

This seemed to placate everyone for a moment, then Tonks, being an investigator, remembered that Vernon stated something about Harry not missing the money.

"What did you mean that Harry would not miss the money?"

This time it was Vernon to take on the appearance of a vampire. He stumbled over the words at first, then Harry yelled at him to just spit it out. So what little resolve he had left, he explained.

"When Dumbledork first brought him to our home, I told him that we could afford to feed another mouth. He countered that Harry's parents left him some money. He told us that we would receive 7,500 pounds a year if we were to take him in. I told him that we really didn't want to have anything to do with the magical world and wanted nothing to do with anyone named Potter. He then said he would give twice the original offer. The money was too much to pass up. So we took him in. The only conditions the old man made was to make sure the child grew up ignorant of the magical world and that we show the child no affection what so ever."

Harry saw the looks of confusion on everyone's face. Harry wasn't dumb by any stretch of the imagination. He was condition from an early age to conceal his intelligence. Vernon made that perfectly clear the first time Harry brought home a better grade than Dudley. The broken arm he received had left a scar where the bone broke the skin. Harry continued to do this when he arrived at Hogwarts. He made sure he played dumb so Ron would not feel so jealous and he did it for Hermione so she would continue help him. He feel somewhat guilty for doing that to Hermione. He hoped she would forgive him when they got their O.W.L. results.

Tonks and Remus were having a hard time wrapping their minds around the fact that Albus wanted Harry to grow up unloved and ignorant of who he really was.

Harry spoke up, "He wanted me to trust him. He has been controlling my life since before I was born."

He saw no one understood his statement.

"Let me explain."