Harry Potter and the Heir of Pendragon
By Sk8ernv
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Chapter 2: The King is dead
The three men that had appeared on Privet Drive stood outside looking at all of the similar homes that lined the street.
"I can't believe that he has been living here"
"It doesn't seem right for a someone of his station"
"Remember, That he was stolen from us. He was never intended to be here. Soon we will have retribution for this crime."
"This can all be discussed later we have more urgent matters at hand."
As Petunia and Vernon continued to argue about what to do with young Harry. Harry himself had been to busy watching the peculiar site of three men appearing in a flash of light outside of his house. Instantly a great since of fear swept over him. The three men were wearing brightly colored cloaks which was not typical of Death Eaters. However, this was not a something that was not within the realm of possibilities. For an unknown reason Harry knew deep down that these three men would change his life forever. Then he heard the most thunderous knock upon a door that he had ever heard in his life. It was so powerful that it cracked the frame almost breaking it free.
"What the Bloody Hell." Vernon Dursley screamed in best intimidating voice.
"We have important news for Harold James Potter" the voice behind the door said
"I will not have you ruddy freaks darkening my door whenever you feel like it" Vernon said as he threw open the door.
It was in that moment that he realized that the men standing in front of him were not associated with Dumbledore. Vernon noticed that like most wizards that he had seen before these three wore large flowing cloaks. Unlike most two of the three wore what appeared to be plate armor under their bellowing cloaks of what appeared to be fine silk. The two with the plate armor also had on their hips what appeared to be an assortment of weapons including a very impressive looking long swords. The other individual looked more like the wizards that Vernon had seen before
"Who the bloody hell are you" Vernon said puffin out his enormous chest trying to look as intimidating as possible.
"I am the Lord Chamberlain of the Kingdom of Avalon, an I have important state business with Harold James Potter" the Lord Chamberlain said leaving no doubt in the mind of Vernon Dursley that if it was a fight he wanted he would get one.
"I'm Harry" The young man who's destiny was about to change in the most dramatic of fashions.
Harry took in the appearance of all three of the strangers. They were dressed somewhat like wizards but there were great differences. The first of the three a Tall man with a large billowing cloak looked like any other wizard that he had seen. Except for the large staff with an impressive looking precious stone on top of it. The other two gentlemen were a little bit odd. They appeared to be wearing an armor. Although it looked nothing like any armor he had ever seen in his life. It had the appearance of Dragon Scales. Both of these men also wore strapped to their sides swords.
When Harry spoke the et of three men who had only moments ago put his uncle in their place looked almost like they had been struck over the head. They took in the boys appearance standing in front of them. He was a handsome boy, but they could tell that he had been neglected by his scrawny appearance. This was a fear that while they had thought they prayed would not have been the case.
"You are Harold Potter?" The man in robes said
"Yes sir I am." Harry said with a puzzled look upon his face.
"It is my sad duty to inform you that your Uncle Arturias, King of Avalon, has passed away this evening. We have spent many years looking for you. You are the last of the House of Pendragon and the Heir to Avalonian throne. Your mother Lilly was the Kings only daughter. She came to Hogwarts as a diplomatic gesture to better our relations with Wizarding community here in Britain. This is where she met your father James. When she was murdered we searched for you to bring you home to your family, but you were hidden from us by Albus Dumbledore who had learned of some kind of prophecy regarding you."
"You mean that the Dursley's are not related to me?" Harry asked beginning to boil over with anger.
"No… Dumbledore hid your parents to prevent you from coming into your birthright. He told your parents that the only place they would be safe would be with him. If he had allowed us to return Lilly to Avalon …." The man started but could not continue as the guilt he felt for the death of Lilly was to great.
"What role do the Dursley's play in this?" Harry asked now more than ever wanting answers
"Why don't you tell him?" The man in robes asked
"We….I mean who are you to speak to me in my own home…." Vernon Dursley started but was cut off by Petunia
"We were the ones that were paid to take care of you freak. If we had known how much trouble you were going to be we would never have excepted" Petunia spat at the boy who until just now was her nephew.
Harry trying to take in all of what he had just heard stood in the sitting room in an almost daze. He was not really sure if he should believe the three strangers who were saying things that seemed like pure fantasy.
"What happens if I decide I believe you?" Harry asked
"Then we would like you to return Avalon. We would like you to return home." The man in robes said.
Home what a foreign concept. Harry thought about just what he could do. What these men were saying was right. Dumbledore had betrayed him. Just like he did his parents. Not only that he knowingly placed him in a place were he knew he would be hated and treated like rubbish. Why would anyone do that to him. It wasn't to protect him that much was obvious. The blood protections that he had always told him were necessary to protect him from Voldemort and his followers was nothing but shite. If all he knew was a lie; a plan to control Dumbledore's weapon than he would no longer play his game. Harry decided that he would let fate fall were it is his decision to do with as he pleases.
"I will do it I will go to Avalon" Harry said with a new confidence that he didn't even know he had
With that Harry saw as the three strange men who had given him information that would forever change his life bent on to one knee each. Harry stood there and watched the spectacle with awe. He could not figure out why these men who all seemed to possess a presence that would rival even Professor Dumbledore would go to one knee. Then with one simple phrase his questions were answered when the man in robes spoke
"The King is Dead, Long Live the King"