I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. I don't own the myths their cultures do. Any and all OC's are mine. This is a preview of one of the three stories.

Chapter 1: Syniad

Harry James Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived, had faced some horrible things. Losing his parents, being beaten by his uncle, bullied by his cousin, standing up for someone who was being bullied then being kidnapped by Arthur Pendragon and Merlin at age 8 along with Henry, rigorous training, being sorted into slytherin, killing his professor in first year, killing a basilisk in his second, finding out his godfather was wrongly imprisoned and he is currently on the run, and being forced to compete in a tournament where Cedric Diggory died and his only company was, Henry Harrington, and Daphne Greengrass. Harry could remember when they became sorta friends and it only grew from there. She had come to the tree he was sitting at the day after being chosen and asked him,

"Are you okay? And I believe that you didn't put your name in the goblet." His face had brightened with the statement and the two quickly became friends. Henry had been his friend since he was 'kidnapped' by Arthur and Merlin and started training. Daphne had been his friend since he was made a pariah by his house (because of Pansy and her goons) only supported by the Weasley twins and Neville Longbottom, who even if they were Gryffindors still liked Harry because he had helped the twins with a couple of pranks and Neville with his wand in first year. But nothing, absolutely nothing, compares to this year, his fifth year, as the DADA professor was a cat loving, pink loving, Toad named Umbridge. Currently Harry, Henry, and Daphne were in the Slytherin common room discussing Harry's sudden detention with the toad in the first class.

"Harry James Potter, It was the first class, you seriously couldn't wait to yell." Daphne hissed under her breath to a completely cowed Harry. The expression on his face only caused Henry to break into laughter,

"Dude, seriously, not afraid of a possessed teacher or a basilisk or over one hundred dementors, but cowed by a teenage girl. Man you're whipped." Henry said, earning a scowl from Daphne and a blush from Harry.

"Yeah, whatever man. I won't be going."

"Oh, so you can't wait to get detention, but when you finally do you say you're not going. Harry James Potter you will be going."

"Daphne I don't think that is the best for him."

"And why not?" The blonde said glaring daggers at Henry with her sapphire eyes.

"Because the first thing I sensed when I walked into her classroom was a blood quill." At that moment Daphne gasped, her eyes softened and she started muttering apologies to her two friends, Harry finally held up a hand and said,

"Well, looks like we will start earlier than planned."

"Start what?"

"Why the Knights of The Round Table of course."

Chapter 9 is out now. Read through the whole thing to see the ending, minus the epilogue.