Draft Week3 - Jason's Finfic- The Second Draft

UPDATE

A Big Thank You to Darryl, Sora and Gurbinder for your advice and help, as you suggested:

1. Font colour has been changed
2. More HP personality has been added
3. Spelling mistakes checked and corrected

MESSAGE

TO Darryl

HI Darryl

Initially, I had no intention to write a crossover but an alternative universe fiction to rewrite
HP with a complete differ story. But after I borrowed the storyline of King Arthur, it seems
that my fanfic turns up a crossover.

Cheers
Jason

This is a part of Edited HP and the Sword of Hero
(The Second Draft)

Continuied...

After an official 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,” the Minister said, “I would be very surprised if we could not find one person worthy of being emperor 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 Archwizard Sir Weasley of old Potter’s Ravenclaws Court (the shadow court – royal bodyguards). He brought with him two of his sons, the elder wizard Harry and the younger wizard Ron. Travelling along with them was their best friend Hermione, the brightest witch of her age. 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.

After the tournament had begun, each of the noble kings and knights 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.”

Suddenly, a loud voice carried out, “Not quite yet, you old man, Harry Potter cannot be the king unless he can beat me.” A young man stepped out.

“How DARE you interrupting Dumbledore like this? WHO is this? By what RIGHTS?” the Minister asked furiously.

“Sir, Draco Malfory, the Knight of Slytherins Court (the intelligence agency), I want to challenge than child, he is a fake.” Malfory replied.

“WATCH your ATTITUDE and WORDS towards our new King, as the duty of a minister, I must mind you, Sir Malfory!” said the Minister.

Harry’s wand was out showing an acceptance and turned back to his side of the peak to prepare.
“Accio! Accio! Accior!” suddenly after three green lights, Malfory summoned two werewolves and a Dementor by a dark spell.

“OMG, watch out, Death Eaters,” People yelled.

Harry knew it was going to happen, hot angry breath at his throat,

“Expecto Patronum!”

“Expelliarmus!”

“Stupfy!”

After three jets of red lights out, Harry saw the werewolves collapsed and the dementor blacked away. A jet of green light came flying towards Harry. He ducked and ran into the fight.

“Petrificus Totalus!” yelled Harry. His jinx hit Malfory in the chest. A painful voice shouted out. Malfory started to run and his chest covered by blood. Harry took aimed at Malfory‘s back and yelled, “Stupefy!”, the jet of red light shot out. There was a loud bang, Malfory fell hitting the ground.

“Kill me,” panted Malfory, “for the glory of the Dark Lord, for the sake of you poor King Potter, the PREVIOUS.”

“As you wish, you filth dark beast, Crucio!”

BANG, Dumbledore casted a counter-spell, two red lights crashed.

“No, DON’T. No, Harry, no unforgivable spell from you, my child,” Dumbledore asked slowly in his calm voice, “Will you promise me something?”

“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 just for now, will you, Harry, my child?”

“…”