Week 2 Assessment One Fanfic - First Draft

Harry Potter and the Sword of Hero
(For Kids)

By Jason Wang

Thousands of thousands of years ago there lived a king named James Potter who ruled over a vast land named Hogwarts . In maintaining his power, influence and governance as well as knocking down his enemies, King Potter relied on two men in his court. One is the greatest sorcerer of the world – Albus Dumbledore, who was a powerful wizard, not a single trick can escape from his magical eye; the other, Sir Sirius Black, who was a noble knight of the high court and the general the royal army. He had led many great wars and his name is well known by people at every corner of the world. Enemies’ troops would start to run away in the battlefield by merely seeing the flag that bearing their names. The kingdom was strong like steel and iron.

King Potter had a baby. One day, Dumbledore visited the newly born baby. He stood over the cradle which is made out of pure gold and coved by snow white sheep skin for the comfort of the Prince. Dumbledore shut his eyes. “Lord,” he told James Potter, “I am sorry to tell you that I see no good things in the future. You will be invited by the king of Godahold, an invitation you cannot reject and a one way journey you must travel. I see your kingdom falling into great confusion and separation when you away. Your baby’s life will be in great danger from enemies both inside and outside. I beg you, let Black and me take the baby away and hide him. I will do it with the greatest care to shelter him in a safe place until his is ready for the world!”
James Potter had great faith both in Dumbledore’s advice and in the gifts he thought his son would someday bring to the kingdom and the world. In such confidence, he allowed Dumbledore and Sir Black escort the baby through the secret passage out of the castle.

Shortly after that, the king of Godahold and the league of kingdoms indeed sent the invitation and warned a rejection would bring Great War against Hogwarts. Shortly after James Potter’s Journey started, an assassin has been sent and succeeded in his mission. The King died.
Just as Dumbledore had seen, the kingdom fell into a state of confusion and heading to the edge of separation. A thousand of other landlords wanted to rule, to replace the royal family. Family are in grave danger. A number of knights from King Potter’s low court along with robbers and other criminals hid by the sides of paved highways across the country. It was such a shame, the paved highways that can only be built by Hogwarts; it was a symbol of civilized world and superiority. Those outbound knights attacked and robbed helpless travellers and foreigners. Outside the imperial border, hundreds of blood-thirsty eyes were watching the falling empire and waiting for their perfect opportunities to crash down the civilization which seemed to be a pain in their barbarian neck.

It was almost sixteen long years passed like this; the land without a noble king still groaned with the trouble and insecurity that lay upon it. Finally, the Archbishop of Hogwarts called Dumbledore to him.

“Dumbledore,” He begged. “Some say you are the smartest man in our world. Surely, I believe you. Surely you can use your gifts to find us a new king so that we may enjoy happiness as what we did in our golden days of King James Potter?”

Dumbledore shut his dark-black magical eyes again. After a while he opened his mouth.

“My lord,” he said, “I am happy to tell you that I see bright things in the future. This kingdom shall soon have a new king, and he shall be even wiser and greater than was our old friend James Potter. He shall bring order and peace back to here now is full of confusion and war. But only remember, best of all, this new king shall be James Potter’s own flesh and blood.”

The Archbishop was happy, but confused, “But…but…Dumbledore,” he asked, “Who is it? How can we tell him apart from all the others who would do anything to rule the kingdom?”

“Whoever could pull the sword out shall be the rightful king of Hogwarts.”

On the highest point of Mt Hogpeaks, a large blue sword had been pushed into the anvil of solid steel on the block of a huge marble stone. Its gold handle was carefully carved. On its blade it was carved: WHOEVER SHALL PULL THIS SOWRD OF HERO OUT FROM THE ANVILE SHALL BE THE RIGHTFUL KING OF HOGWARDS.

After Archbishop’s announcement, the kingdom buzzed with excitement. When the day came, it seemed like the entire world, foe or friend, had found their way to Hogwarts for the tournament. The paved highways and inns and castles were bursting with visitors, knights, kings, lords and of course spies. All of those came to watch history being made.
“Dumbledore,” Archbishop said, “I would be very surprised if we could not find one person worthy of being king among all of these well-known kings, bravery knights and noble lords!”

Dumbledore only smiled and said, “My lord, you may very well be surprised. The one truly worthy person may very well still be unknown.”

Among the many worthy men who came to Hogwarts for the contest was the noble scholar Victor. Victor brought with him his two sons, the elder Kay and the younger Harry. When they arrived and reached at the peak, there were already gathered kings, dukes with their courts and no fewer than twenty thousand lords and ladies. There were so many flags and banners that the sky was totally hidden.

Each of the noble king and knight tried, some of them tried several times. This made them feel embarrassed. The audience was surprised, if none of these great men could accomplish this task, they wondered who could. After thousands of people failed, Harry stepped forward the sword of hero. Thousands of eyes watched as young Harry hopped upon the marble block and pull the sword out with ease. Then Harry pushed it back and pulled it out again, twice. Harry raised the sword over his head and it flashed like lightning.

There was a long moment of silence, soon all the people at the peak gasped and kneeled. They clasped their hands together as though praying.

“Father,” Harry cried, “I did it.”

“I am not your father,” Victor replied. Harry’s face fell, and so did the Victor’s too.

“The story had started sixteen years ago,” Victor cleared his throat and explained, “The Sorcerer Dumbledore and the Knight Sir Black had brought me a baby. They had not told what baby he was, only I must name the child Harry and raise him as if he were my own.”

At this moment, two men appeared magically. It was Dumbledore and Sir Black themselves.

“Harry, my child, I have seen all this has happened today by my eye,” Dumbledore explained calmly. “I have been waiting for you, waiting for it to happen for sixteen long years.” Taking Harry’s little hand in his own, Dumbledore went on, “You will be the greatest and most famous king who ever lived; you will have many excellent knights and brilliant wizards gathered around you. The world will talk of your legends until the end of mankind.”

“Will you promise me something?” Dumbledore asked slowly.

“Of course,” Harry replied.

“Rule your kingdom with wisdom and valour, will you, Your Majesty?”

“Of course,” Harry repeated, “Of course.”

“As your father, our old king wanted to tell you take no revenge for him for sake of the world, will you, Harry, my child?”

“….”