The Legacy of Harry Potter Pendragon

Author's note: I want to say I am sorry for the first chapter being so short. So I went back and added more back ground for the story. This the reason for the repost.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. It is JK's pool, I only swim in it.

This is the story of Harry Pendragon, better known as Harry Potter. I was the Chamberlin and I think good friend of the king. My name is Dazach, The Blue Knight. As Chamberlin to the king, I was his trainer, his healer, his consultant, and now his historian. This tale I am about to spin, is one of adventure, romance, action, betrayal, and survival. This will explain how my king became the most loved ruler in the history of Avalon.
I start this story by saying it is not for the faint of heart. My king never knew love growing up, just abuse and neglect. He was starved, beaten, and ignored unless needed to serve the people he thought were family and friends.
The night his parents died he was taken from his wreaked home, and denied his true heritage, by a person who he would trust with his very soul only to learn that Albus Dumbledore only wanted to use him for his on greatness. Albus knew that Harry was of royal blood because Albus had fought for the King of Avalon against the forces of evil during the early parts of his life only to become self diluted with visions of greatness and self importance.
The night of October 31, 1981, James and Lily Potter were killed by Tom Riddle, after being betrayed by Peter Pettigrew and Albus Dumbledore. Yes, Albus was a betrayer of the Potters. He knew the sitting ruler of Avalon, King Harold the First would not last but a few more years on the throne and the Potter's son would eventually take over the throne and rule of Avalon, which in turn would give him rule of Britain and most other magical lands. So he could keep the fame glory he was accustomed to he had Peter tell Tom the location of the Potters and their son. He knew one prophesy concerning the young prince, but not of an older and more powerful one. This prophesy was given by none other the Merlin himself; 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.

The first eleven years of Harry's life were a fight to survive. He lived with his aunt, uncle and cousin. He was an orphan whose parents died in a car crash because they were drunk, or so he was told. He was forced, from the age of five, to do all the chores around #4 Privet Drive just so he could have some food at the end of the day. If the chores were not done to Uncle Vernon's liking he usually received a beating and did with out food or water for days on end. When he was allowed food, it was usually the left over's from his whale of a cousin Dudley.
Harry didn't know his name or when his date of birth was until he started primary school. The teacher called his name and he just looked around like a lost kitten. The teacher asked "why didn't you respond when I called your name?" Harry's response was "that is not my name, my name is freak. That is what my family calls me."

This lead to calls to social services and inquiries into young Harry's home life. The reason for lack of results were do to one Albus Dumbledore and a quick Obliviate spell erasing everyone's mind of the incident. This occurred whenever Harry complained to a teacher, preformed accidental magic, or even when he required medical attention due to Vernon and Dudley taking things to far in their beatings of the child.
His only friends were the ones in his mind or the insects that lived in the dark cupboard under the stairs. The reason for his loneliness was due to Dudley terrorizing anyone who sought to befriend young Harry. The adults of Surrey looked at Harry as a pariah or a charity case. This was caused by Petunia and Vernon telling everyone his parents were freeloaders and drunks. That when they died, they didn't even have enough money to help with the care of the surviving son.
The only peaceful times Harry had growing up was when he was sleeping. Harry dreamed of dragons, castles, knights, friends and a family that loved him. He would also dream a place where everyone got along. There were no abusive relatives. There were no doing without food. And there were no people that looked at him like he was worthless.

Harry's whole world changed at midnight on his eleventh birthday. He finally understood what his dreams were trying to tell him. That night he found out he was a wizard and belonged to a completely different world. A world where magic was real and the things a person could accomplish were only limited by what one's imagination could hold.

This is not to say that the magical world was all perfect and stress free. The first five years he was in the world he belonged to were filled with life and death adventures with his best friends, Ron Weasly and Hermione Granger. There were teachers that hated him and a couple even tried to kill him. There were creatures that attempted to suck out his soul and that of his godfather, Sirius Black. A sixty foot snake that could kill with just a look. There was a tournament that he was entered into without his knowledge and was even qualified for given the stated rules. This tournament was when life became truly serious for one Harry James Potter. This was when Lord Voldemort returned from his spectral being and claimed a body once again.

Lord Voldemort was one of the reasons Harry was left an orphan. He learned of a prophecy that a child born at the end of July would be his down fall. He was informed of this prophecy by Severus Snape on the orders of Albus Dumbledore. After telling Snape about this prediction, he convinced Harry's parents to go into hiding using a ancient spell call the Fidelius Charm. A charm that required that those being kept secret have a secret keeper and a third party to cast the spell. Albus manipulated the Potter's into choosing Peter Pettigrew as the secret keeper instead of Sirius Black, Harry's godfather. There were two reasons for this. The first was, Dumbledore knew Pettigrew was spy for the dark lord and would eventually lead Voldemort to the Potters. The second was he knew if Black was the secret keeper, the Potters would never be killed. His original plan was to Lord Voldemort kill the entire family thus ending the prophecy. This would allow him to rid the wizarding world of the plague known as Lord Voldemort. Giving him absolute control of the magical world, which he would manipulate from broad daylight.
Things didn't go as planned for Dumbledore because the young Potter refused to die due to some supposedly ancient magic his mother, Lily cast. No one really knows what happened that fateful night except for two people and neither one was around to give the details. The only good thing that happened in Albus' eyes were Sirius went after Pettigrew and he had control of young Harry and the entire fortune of the Potter's. This fortune would allow him to raise his own personal army using the Order of the Phoenix as cover. His plans entailed stripping Harry of his money, manipulating the people who would befriend him, and controlling what he learned, what he did and where he went.

Some of the things Dumbledore did not count on were; Harry actually having his mother's intelligence instead of his bravado. Sirius Black escaping for the magical hell on earth know as Azkaban prison. And the last thing he ever saw coming was the influence of a small muggle born witch named, Hermione Granger.
Hermione Granger was a lonely girl until she took her first ride on the Hogwarts Express. That day was the day that changed the fate of the entire magical world and more importantly the life of Harry James Potter. Over Harry's first five years at Hogwarts, this girl was his one true friend. The one person whose faith in Harry never wavered. The one person whose help Harry could not do with out. If he had not meet Hermione that day, he would surely be dead and the rest of the world in ruins. This girl was the first person to instill a sense of self worth in Harry. She was the first person to believe in Harry. She was the only person that could make Harry see he was intelligent and could even excel with the fear of retribution. She was the first human that showed him any affection. Needless to say she was the one person that truly saw and loved the Harry Potter. Not because he was the Boy Who Lived, but because he was just Harry. The boy who would break the rules to help his friends. The person who would help those that needed his help even when said help would go unappreciated. He was the one person who would go where even angels feared to fly when some one he cared about was in trouble or being hurt.

This is where the story of my king begins…