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Hi hi de hi, and welcome back to the Vault! This idea is an answer to one of my own challenges, Magical Knight, rules below:
Plot: The Potter family is old, noble and extremely wealthy. However, unknown to almost everyone, the Potters are from a long line of Magical Knights. And now its time for Harry to take up that mantle.
RULES!
Must be Light or Grey Harry.
Harrys Mentor must become his guardian
Harry's sword must be somehow enchanted
Must be at least one other Magical Knight at Hogwarts
False Prophecy
Harry must have a set of enchanted armour he can summon at will
FORBIDDEN!
Harry allying himself with the Order or Death Eaters
Weak Harry
MOD Harry
SUGGESTIONS!
Crossovers Elements of Campione, Hyakka Ryōran and Castlevania
Harry having a Legendary/Holy Sword possibly
Harry being a descendent of one of Arthur's Knights maybe
Harry being a part of the Knights Templar or some other order of Knights (EG Copper Black Cross, Bronze Black Cross from Campione, Brotherhood of Light from Castlevania Lords of Shadow ETC) yes
Celestial Magic/Words of Power (see Campione for what I mean. Basically it allows the user to tap into Divine powers through prayer) yep
Harry having multiple Legendary Weapons (EG, Excalibur, Lance of Destiny, Ascalon etc) maybe
Harry being charged with the protection of a Magical Artefact (EG, the Grail, The Hallows, The Entrance to Avalon ETC) maybe
Students of other warrior paths at Hogwarts (EG, a Samurai) yes
Any Paring welcome Not sure yet, but might go the route of dense as hell Anime protagonist.
Before we begin, I should point out that I am not a historian, so some of the historical facts I will be using for this story will be a little skewed, but then again, this is fiction. That said, enjoy!
Sir Harry
Long, long ago, in a time when the Gods of Old still walked the Earth and magic and monsters of the Night still haunted the innocent of the world, there was an order of Holy Warriors known as the Knights Templar. These warriors were an incredibly powerful force of good, with the ability to tap into the Divine power of God through prayer and a great many Holy Artifacts with which to fight against the Darkness. They fought long and hard, protecting the innocent and, in doing so, gained many enemies within the World of Darkness.
One day, one of those enemies, a powerful Sorcerer, discovered a spell to summon a Monster from another plain of existence. The man was from a clan of Dark Magic users that the Templars had destroyed for practicing their Dark Magics on the innocent and , in his thirst for revenge, used the spell, summoning the beast. The Monster immediately went on the rampage upon appearing in this world, killing its summoner and obliterating the village he was hiding in, before going on a rampage through the surrounding countryside, reducing everything to ash. In short order, the Templars were mobilized and marched against this new threat. The battle raged on for seven days and nights, reducing the once lush area into a huge desert now known as the Sehara. Many Knights perished on that battlefield, until finally only three remained, the most powerful of the Knights Templar. They were the mighty warrior Cornell, the beautiful healer Carmilla and the wise sage Zobek. Together, these holy warriors managed to defeat the Beast but were unable to truly kill it. Instead, they took three powerful relics and used their power to seal it away for eternity, The Lance of Destiny, the weapon that pierced Christ on the Cross, The Holy Grail, the cup Christ drank from at the Last Supper and The Crown of Thorns, that sat upon Christ's brow during the Crucifixion, with The Cross itself to act as the anchor.
Their duty done, the three Warriors went their separate ways after burying their brothers and sisters who had been slain in the battle, but not before making a vow. They vowed that they would each guard one of the Keys that sealed away the Beast and would forever fight against the Darkness that plagued Humankind. After sealing the Vow with blood and magic, they left.
Cornell took the Lance and returned to his home in Italy where he founded the Copper Black Cross alongside his old friend, the Mage Paolo Blandelli and sealed the Lance away in his family home where it would rest forever more.
Camilla also returned home to Romania, taking the Crown where she too founded an order of Knights, the Bronze Black Cross with a friend, before burying the Crown in a crypt deep below the earth's surface, guarded by numerous traps and monsters.
Zobek, charged with the protection of the Grail, carried the Artifact to a hidden temple where it was hidden behind three tests and many enchantments to protect it. Task done, he returned home to Greece and founded the Brotherhood of Light, an order dedicated to wiping out the Darkness in the world.
Throughout history there have been many who have attempted to find the Three Keys as they are known, whether for their individual power or to unleash the Beast for some reason, but all have failed. Still, the Three Orders must remain vigilant in their watch for their are many who would use the Power of the Keys to bring ruin to the world.
The book was snapped shut and thrown aside as the reader let out a sigh and stretching out her stiff muscles, the joints cracking as she worked out the stiffness in her joints. Just then a knock came from the door, making her turn her head slightly as it opened, emitting a tall, muscular young man with shoulder length, brown hair and a faint stubble on his cheeks. He was dressed in black combat pants with a red lining, black t shirt under a red flack jacket and black combat boots. Strapped to his hip was a large, iron cross.
"You called for me, witch?" asked the man in an Italian accent.
"Oh come now Gabriel, is that any way to treat an old friend?" purred the woman, stretching out provocatively on the couch she occupied.
She was an extremely beautiful woman, with long, pale brown hair, purple eyes and a body that could put models to shame.
"I did not come here to play your games, Lucretia," said Gabriel, "Just tell me what you want."
"Oh very well," said Lucretia, "I have found the child you are looking for."
That got Gabriels attention.
"You found Lily's son?" he asked, leaning forwards, "Where?"
"He's at Lily's sisters," said the Witch, "Powerful Wards have been placed around the house which is why it took me this long to find him. I suggest that you use your contacts in the Police to look into the Dursleys actions and take a healer when you go to pick him up."
Gabriel's eyes narrowed.
"You mean..?"
Lucretia nodded and Gabriel snarled, before turning on his heel and marching to the door. When he reached it, he paused his his hand on the knob.
"Thank you for the help, it is greatly appreciated."
Then he was gone.
When Harry Potter came down to breakfast on the morning of his birthday, it was to find the three Dursleys already sitting around the kitchen table. They were watching a brand-new television, a welcome-home-for-the-summer present for Dudley, who had been complaining loudly about the long walk between the fridge and the television in the living room. Dudley had spent most of the summer in the kitchen, his piggy little eyes fixed on the screen and his five chins wobbling as he ate continually. Harry sat down between Dudley and Uncle Vernon, a large, beefy man with very little neck and a lot of mustache. Far from wishing Harry a happy birthday, none of the Dursleys made any sign that they had noticed Harry enter the room, but Harry was far too used to this to care. He helped himself to a piece of toast and then looked up at the reporter on the television, who was halfway through a report on an escaped convict.
"… the public is warned that Black is armed and extremely dangerous. A special hot line has been set up, and any sighting of Black should be reported immediately."
"No need to tell us he's no good," snorted Uncle Vernon, staring over the top of his newspaper at the prisoner, "Look at the state of him, the filthy layabout! Look at his hair!"
He shot a nasty look sideways at Harry, whose untidy, black hair had always been a source of great annoyance to Uncle Vernon. Compared to the man on the television, however, whose gaunt face was surrounded by a matted, elbow-length tangle, Harry felt very well groomed indeed. The reporter had reappeared.
"The Ministry of Agriculture and Fisheries will announce today —"
"Hang on!" barked Uncle Vernon, staring furiously at the reporter, "You didn't tell us where that maniac's escaped from! What use is that? Lunatic could be coming up the street right now!"
Aunt Petunia, who was bony and horse-faced, whipped around and peered intently out of the kitchen window. Harry knew Aunt Petunia would simply love to be the one to call the hot line number. She was the nosiest woman in the world and spent most of her life spying on the boring, law-abiding neighbors.
"When will they learn," said Uncle Vernon, pounding the table with his large purple fist, "that hanging's the only way to deal with these people?"
"Very true," said Aunt Petunia, who was still squinting into next door's runner-beans.
Uncle Vernon drained his teacup, glanced at his watch, and added, "I'd better be off in a minute, Petunia. Marge's train gets in at ten."
Harry, whose thoughts had been upstairs with the Broomstick Servicing Kit, was brought back to earth with an unpleasant bump.
"Aunt Marge?" he blurted out, "Sh-she's not coming here, is she?"
Aunt Marge was Uncle Vernon's sister. Even though she was not a blood relative of Harry's (whose mother had been Aunt Petunia's sister), he had been forced to call her 'Aunt' all his life. Aunt Marge lived in the country, in a house with a large garden, where she bred bulldogs. She didn't often stay at Privet Drive, because she couldn't bear to leave her precious dogs, but each of her visits stood out horribly vividly in Harry's mind. At Dudley's fifth birthday party, Aunt Marge had whacked Harry around the shins with her walking stick to stop him from beating Dudley at musical statues. A few years later, she had turned up at Christmas with a computerized robot for Dudley and a box of dog biscuits for Harry. On her last visit, the year before Harry started at Hogwarts, Harry had accidentally trodden on the tail of her favorite dog. Ripper had chased Harry out into the garden and up a tree, and Aunt Marge had refused to call him off until past midnight. The memory of this incident still brought tears of laughter to Dudley's eyes.
"Marge'll be here for a week," Uncle Vernon snarled, "and while we're on the subject," he pointed a fat finger threateningly at Harry, "we need to get a few things straight before I go and collect her."
Dudley smirked and withdrew his gaze from the television. Watching Harry being bullied by Uncle Vernon was Dudley's favorite form of entertainment.
"Firstly," growled Uncle Vernon, "you'll keep a civil tongue in your head when you're talking to Marge."
"All right," said Harry bitterly, "if she does when she's talking to me."
"Secondly," said Uncle Vernon, acting as though he had not heard Harry's reply, "as Marge doesn't know anything about your abnormality, I don't want any — any funny stuff while she's here. You behave yourself, got me?"
"I will if she does," said Harry through gritted teeth.
"And thirdly," said Uncle Vernon, his mean little eyes now slits in his great purple face, "we've told Marge you attend St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys."
"What?" Harry yelled.
"And you'll be sticking to that story, boy, or there'll be trouble," spat Uncle Vernon.
Harry sat there, white-faced and furious, staring at Uncle Vernon, hardly able to believe it. Aunt Marge coming for a weeklong visit — it was the worst birthday present the Dursleys had ever given him, including that pair of Uncle Vernon's old socks. Something told him that this summer was going to be the worst yet.
Understatement of the year! Marge's stay was absolute torture for the young Potter and it was only the promise he had extracted from his Uncle for signing his Hogsmeade permission form that kept him from exploding at the horrible woman who kept dropping nasty comments about Harrys percentage and the like. Fortunately, the young teen was able to keep his temper, although there was a close call when he accidentally blew up Marge's glass when she made one comment to many. Finally, the last day of Marge's stay rolled around and Harry could almost hear the angelic quires singing such was his releaf.
Aunt Petunia cooked a fancy dinner and Uncle Vernon uncorked several bottles of wine. They got all the way through the soup and the salmon without a single mention of Harry's faults; during the lemon meringue pie, Uncle Vernon bored them a with a long talk about Grunnings, his drill-making company; then Aunt Petunia made coffee and Uncle Vernon brought out a bottle of brandy. By this point, Marge had drunk rather a lot and her words were starting to slur as she spoke, but she still accepted a rather large glass from her brother.
Dudley was eating his fourth slice of pie. Aunt Petunia was sipping coffee with her little finger sticking out. Harry really wanted to disappear into his bedroom, but he met Uncle Vernon's angry little eyes and knew he would have to sit it out.
"Aah," said Aunt Marge, smacking her lips and putting the empty brandy glass back down, "Excellent nosh, Petunia. It's normally just a fry-up for me of an evening, with twelve dogs to look after…"
She burped richly and patted her great tweed stomach.
"Pardon me. But I do like to see a healthy-sized boy," she went on, winking at Dudley, "You'll be a proper-sized man, Dudders, like your father. Yes, I'll have a spot more brandy, Vernon… Now, this one here —"
She jerked her head at Harry, who felt his stomach clench and immediately started thinking about the broom care handbook he had received for his birthday.
"This one's got a mean, runty look about him. You get that with dogs. I had Colonel Fubster drown one last year. Ratty little thing it was. Weak. Underbred."
Harry was trying to remember page twelve of his book: A Charm to Cure Reluctant Reversers.
"It all comes down to blood, as I was saying the other day. Bad blood will out. Now, I'm saying nothing against your family, Petunia" — she patted Aunt Petunia's bony hand with her shovellike one, "but your sister was a bad egg. They turn up in the best families. Then she ran off with a wastrel and here's the result right in front of us."
Harry was staring at his plate, a funny ringing in his ears. Grasp your broom firmly by the tail, he thought. But he couldn't remember what came next. Aunt Marge's voice seemed to be boring into him like one of Uncle Vernon's drills.
"This Potter," said Aunt Marge loudly, seizing the brandy bottle and splashing more into her glass and over the tablecloth, "you never told me what he did?"
Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were looking extremely tense. Dudley had even looked up from his pie to gape at his parents.
"He — didn't work," said Uncle Vernon, with half a glance at Harry, "Unemployed."
"As I expected!" said Aunt Marge, taking a huge swig of brandy and wiping her chin on her sleeve, "A no-account, good-for-nothing, lazy scrounger who —"
"He was not," said Harry suddenly. The table went very quiet. Harry was shaking all over. He had never felt so angry in his life.
"MORE BRANDY!" yelled Uncle Vernon, who had gone very white. He emptied the bottle into Aunt Marge's glass. "You, boy," he snarled at Harry. "Go to bed, go on —"
Marge looked like she was about to say something, but was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. Vernon leaped on the opportunity and ordered Harry to get the door. Thankful for the destruction, Harry leaped to his feet and hurried down the hall to the front door, pausing for a moment to let his anger settle. It was a good thing the bell had rang when it did otherwise Harry wasn't sure what would have happened. Now calm(ish), Harry opened the door. Stood on the step was a tall, brown haired man dressed in a red and black uniform of some kind. He had tanned skin and looked rather muscular.
"Can I help you?" asked Harry politely.
"Yes, I think you can," said the man in an Italian accent, "My name is Gabriel Belmont and I've been looking for you for a very long time, Harry Potter."
And done. I hope you liked this entry to the Vault and I'll apologise for the minor cliffhanger. Before I sign off, a few points. I took a couple of chunks directly from book 3, so if things seem familer thats why.
First of all, I've been playing Castlevania: Lords of Shadow lately, which is why I decided to use the Founders of the Brotherhood as the old heros. Obviously in this world they never became the Lords of Shadow. Gabriel never killed them, thus never becoming Dracula and the Prince of Shadow. No, instead Vlad Dracul became Dracula instead. This Gabral is a descendant of the one who would have become Dracula.
The other crossover characters I have plans to show up if I continue this is Lilana and Erica from Campione and Yukimura Sanada from Samurai Girls, all of whom would be Hogwarts students either in Harrys year or the year below.
I'm sure people are wondering what I meant up at the top by Dense Anime protagonist, so heres what I mean by that. You know in most Harem Anime, the protagonist is incredibly dense and somehow attracts girls like moths to a flame? Well thats what I mean. Harrys going to have a gaggle of girls after him, although he will only end up with one in the end.
I'm going to sign off here and go and play more Castlevania. Please leave me a review!