Excalibur

Edited

By: Tara

Summary: Excalibur appears at Hogwarts suddenly and everyone has a chance to pull it out of the stone… poor Harry! "Welcome to your new destiny." "Aw, shit!" HPDM, slash!

Author's Note: I was watching television (a rare occurrence) and I just had this idea and had to get it out… so, I really don't know where this is going… well, I have an idea where, but any suggestions would be appreciated! With all of the other fics I'm working on as well, I'm just glad that summer is starting and I am hopefully going to have more time to write! Ahhhhh!

Disclaimer: I own not the legend of Excalibur, nor anything from JKR's books.

*REPOSTING* If you have been looking for it... it's back!

Genres: Humor, Romance, Dangerous Muse, Who Knows

Rating: M just for safety purposes

WARNINGS: Well, I don't think there are any warnings as of now… but they may come in the future!

Chapter One: A New Destiny

"Did you see it?"

"No. Did you?"

"No."

"I did!"

"You did!"

"When?"

"Where?"

"I saw it earlier! I saw the handle when they were moving it!"

"Really?"

"Oh yea."

"You're so lucky! I wish I got to see it!"

"Do you think they'll let us try?"

"They have to! It's our born right to try!"

"Merlin! What if one of us pulls it out?"

The rest if the conversation was lost to Harry as the herd of girls went into a room and Harry was left in the corridor all alone.

What were they talking about? Born right to try what? Pull what out?

The Great Hall was a buzz with chatter. Much louder than usual. Draco thought sitting down in this spot. He raised a fine brow. Even the Slytherins are glowing. He sneered in this mind. Pathetic.

Across the hall, silver eyes caught a glimpse of emerald green as the other boy looked around him frantically. Harry was slightly scared. Ok, what is in the juice and who put it there! The Golden Boy inched away from a positively glowing Ron.

Sitting in front of him, Hermione was gossiping excitedly with a Ravenclaw behind her, and Ginny was looking dazed into her goblet with a bit of drool hanging out of her mouth. Harry cringed. What the bloody hell is going on?

The talking stopped suddenly and both Harry and Draco looked around confused – the latter hiding his confusion successfully – at the strangeness of their fellow schoolmates. The Headmaster stood before the students with a frightening gleam in his eyes and a goofy, lop-sided grin.

"Students, I am well aware that you all know exactly what has happened." There was a low confirming murmur. "It is my pleasure to assure you that all of you will be given your chance… boys and girls, seventh-years to first-years. We will begin after breakfast with the seventh-years." A cheer resounded in the hall followed by a lower pitched groan. "Enjoy you breakfast."

In mere seconds, Harry found that most of the food was gone. Looking to his left, Ron was drooling over his food and to his right, Seamus was inhaling his. It's not like I'm all that hungry any way.

Breakfast was over in half the time it normally took and Harry found himself standing amongst a mob of seventh-years becoming rather squished. I want to wake up. Come on Harry! This is just a dream… this is just a dream! You'll wake up, find Hermione reading her book or doing her homework, Ron snoring away, and everything will be back to normal. Alas, he could not seem to wake up.

"May I have your attention…Please!"

Harry looked up to see Seamus standing on a raised platform with something covered in a black fabric behind him. It took a moment, but Harry soon realized that it was dead silent.

"Thank you!" Seamus, with an impious smirk, turned and deftly revealed the 'surprise'. "Step right up! This is a once in a life time event! Yes! Everything you've heard is true! The Excalibur has come to Hogwarts! Come one, come all to try your hand at Excalibur!"

"Thank you Mr. Finnigan. I believe that will be enough."

Seamus flashed the Headmaster a huge, happy grin before bounding off to the front of the gathered crowd.

"As Mr. Finnigan has informed you, this is indeed Excalibur and you will be the first to try your luck with it." A cheer echoed throughout the hall. "However, you will only be given this one chance." A slight moan followed his words. "Now, I believe that Professor O'Reilly has requested his first block students to go first." The advanced DADA professor nodded. "Will those students please step forward."

Seven students detached themselves from the mass of bodies: Nott, Pansy, Dean, Seamus, Boot, Draco, and Harry. The others impatiently made way for the group. Professor O'Reilly watched with a twinkle in his eye that rivaled Dumbledore's.

"Mr. Potter," Harry nodded once toward the Headmaster, "you will go first."

Harry sighed and made his was up to the sword stuck in the stone. At least I know what is going on now. As Harry observed the hilt, a feeling of dread filled his being and threatened to suffocate him. I really don't want to do this.

Harry reached out, and as soon as his nimble fingers touched the silver inlayed design of the hilt, he knew something was going to happen and he wasn't going to like it one bit.

"Go Harry!"

Harry ignored Ron's cheer as he focused on faking a pull. Don't come out. Don't come out. Don't… Bloody hell!

Harry nearly cried as the sword followed his hand – which was not grasping the sword, but merely hovering around it – to come out of the stone and into his grasp of its own accord. It glowed faintly and Harry barely noticed the warmth coming off of it.

A mist began to form in the air. All eyes watched as it manifested into a womanly figure. A breeze blew through the room carrying a soothing, musical voice.

"The sword of honor and strength, truth and mercy, power and wisdom has chosen!" The woman made of mist place a hand on Harry's shoulder dampening the fabric of his cloak. "Welcome to your new destiny."

Harry glanced at between the now empty space of the woman and the oddly light sword in his hand.

"Aw, shit!"

R & R