Somewhere I Belong

Disclaimer:: JK Rowlings owns Harry Potter, King Arthur and his legend belongs to the ages. I just like to play with the characters... I'll put them back when I'm done...
Tittle::Somewhere I Belong 4/?
Author: SeulWolfe/Calanor
Rating: Mature (M)Eventually NC-17
Pairing: Snape/Harry, Remus/Lucius, Draco/Hermione, Mentions of Harry/Cedric, Harry/OCC
Contains: angst, drama, romance, AU
Warnings: Spoilers through book 4, NO book 5 or 6


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Albus Dumbledore jumped slightly when the alarms sounded in his office. Death Eaters were attacking again, somewhere. A flick of his wrist and a map of Britain appeared. It took only moments for a blue glow to appear on the map. The attack was taking place at Glastonbury Abby.

Albus scratched his beard. Whatever would possess Tom Riddle to attack those ancient ruins? Not that the order could aid in protecting the landmark, since most of his high-ranking members had disappeared with Harry Potter. The old man growled low in his throat. The brat had one-upped him, going back in time, aided by the Goblins.

"Dumbledore!"

The old man turned towards the fire just as 'Mad-Eye' Moody stepped out. "It's on at Glastonbury Abby. The Muggle Prime Minister is having fits already about our destruction of national monuments."

"Then lets proceed," Dumbledore said as he followed the old Auror through the floo.

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Tom Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort, was not happy. His plans for immortality were based on finding the scrolls and the information contained in them. But the Brotherhood was standing in his way. Curse the fates. At least they were worthy opponents. He was going to enjoy watching them die.

His musings were interrupted by the sound of a distant explosion, followed by cries of surprise and pain, as the Side of the Light, again, ambushed Those of his new allies and his followers.

"NO!" Tom Riddle walked forward. There was a traitor in his midst. Who could it be? He’d reworked the Marks to keep all of his followers faithful to him. The only ones he couldn't were those three that defied him. In front of him men fell, but he could not see spell fire. They weren't close enough for anyone to hit them. Then he saw the arrows.

What was this, a step back into the Middle Ages and Muggle wars? Tom Riddle was torn from his battlefield musings when an arrow pierced his upper arm, sending a searing pain through him.

"Hello, Tom."

Voldemort whirled around to face Albus Dumbledore. "What do you want Old Man!" he growled holding onto the arrow embedded in his arm.

"Not so invulnerable are we, Tom," Albus asked, smirking.

"You Old Fool! You have no idea what powers you are dealing with. I am Lord Voldemort. I will rule Britain and the world! You will bow before me before you die!"

Albus rolled his eyes. "I will never bow before you, and Britain will not fall." He heard them before he saw them, as more arrows swished through the night air toward where he stood facing Voldemort. A flick of his wand and they incinerated in mid-air before they reached them.

To their right, a bright light flashed and more cries of pain and surprise, were heard. Another trap had been detonated. "My followers! Flee. We will live to fight another night!" He yelled before casting the Dark Mark in the ebony sky overhead, "Morsmorde!"

There was a flash of white light in the sky, as the dreaded Dark Mark, changed to the crossed swords of the Brotherhood. An enraged scream of frustration was heard from the Dark Lord, before he and his minions disappeared in a wave of cracking apparation.

"Look!" One of the Brothers yelled, pointing at the sky. Everyone’s eyes followed his gaze, and cheered at the sight of the crossed swords overhead. It was another confirmation of the truth and rightness of their cause.

Dark Magic cannot remain so close to Avalon.

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Eneto ordered the Brotherhood back to Avalon. Edwardo leaned down, "Albus Dumbledore is on the field. What do you want us to do?"

"We depart. It is not yet the time for us to confront the Old Man."

The Brotherhood didn't expect much of a fight from the Death Eaters or his new allies, the Clan of Kragan, once they showed their hand and they were right. If more had been required, they would have been more than ready, and willing, to defend the Abby and what lay beyond.

It was a show of strength and commitment; an affirmation to Tom Riddle that they would not go down without a fight.

Eneto followed his Brothers back to Avalon; to the group waiting there for him. He knew they wanted explanations, but where would he start?

Where should he start?

'From the beginning,' his Papa would say.

"Yes, from the beginning... but which beginning?" Eneto said aloud, to no one in particular.

"Eneto, what do you plan to tell your friends?" Edwardo asked as they walked from the portkey room.

"The truth. For the first time in fourteen years, I am finally free to tell the truth."


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"So," Ron was currently pacing the room they had been waiting in, "what is Harry now?"

"What do you mean, Weasley—‘What is Potter’?" Draco answered back with another question.

"I am a Knight of the Round Table. Called by the sword of Arthur. The sword calls us all. We live by the sword," Eneto answered as he stepped into the room. He had not changed from the Monk's robes. The crossed swords emblem on his breast was there for all to see. Every bit the warrior, his power slowly filled the room, indicating he was not a wizard to be fooled with.

"My father was a descendant of Godric Gryffindor, who was a descendant of King Arthur. All four Founders were descendants of the Round Table. Helga and Rowena's mothers were Ladies of the Lake. Priestesses to the Goddesses."

"WAIT!" Hermione yelled. "Wait… You said Gryffindor was descended from King Arthur. He and his Queen had no children. She was barren, and the only child he had was with his sister Morgana--Mordred."

"Think Hermione... there were other stories… legends about Arthur and his Knights. You have to search for the truth in the Myths. But remember all Myths have a basis in truth." He saw his old friend begin to blush and smiled.

"Arthur's best friend was Lancelot and a Sarmation Knight. Some pureblooded witches and wizards are descended from them." Eneto continued.

"Arthur's Father married a Sarmation woman," Remus added

"Arthur's Father was also a Roman," Lucius began. "Who, if I'm correct in saying was also descended from Wizards of Rome but kept themselves hidden because of the Christian movement at that time."

"This is nice and all. The history of King Arthur, but what happen to you, Harry?" Sirius asked, growing agitated. "How come you're here?"

"Please…Eneto. Have you heard nothing, Sirius?"

"I've heard, but I don't understand!"

"What don't you understand, Sirius?"

"Why did you choose to do what you did? Couldn't you come and find one of us? I would have taken care of you!" Sirius was hurt. He’d missed Harry's first years because of Azkaban, and after that, he couldn’t be with him because he was on the run, and then Harry disappeared.

Eneto was angry and hurt. All the pain from that day came flashing back at him. "I left because Dumbledore told me I COULD NOT talk to anyone. Would NOT let me speak to anyone. He had Dobby pack my things and bring my trunk to his office. He escorted me to Hogsmeade station and placed me on the train. Instructed me that the Dursley's would be waiting on me when I arrived. I was to return to Privet Drive and wait further instructions. I was hurting and scared.

"By the time I arrived at Kings Cross, I had plenty of time to think, to plan. By the way, The Dursley's were not there when I arrived."

"What did you plan on doing, Harr--Eneto?" Remus asked.

"Go to Gringotts, and get enough money from my vaults to keep myself going till I could find a school that believed and accepted me. The Goblins were already waiting when I arrived at the front door. I was taken to the inheritance rooms, where I learned about the wills that Dumbledore had blocked and how he took control of everything. He blocked correspondence, from everyone to me, for 10 years. I learned about the charms he had on me. Tracking charms that monitored my every move. He also intended to keep me from reaching my magical potential because he put blocks on my magical core."

All the men in the room turned to Hermione when she gasped in surprise. "Blocks!! Neville had blocks on his core as well! The Healers his Gran brought in, couldn't figure out how it was done, or who did it."

"It was Dumbledore. The Goblin magic told me that day. If I hadn't had them removed when I did... I could have died when I came into my full potential."

"Neville was sick for months. No one could figure out what was wrong. Why did the Headmaster do that to both of you?"

"The prophecy."

"Mr. Santiago, how do you know of the prophecy?" Lucius asked, curious.

"My parents had a copy. It was placed with the Goblins and they showed it to me. The few, who knew of the prophecy, including Dumbledore, were never completely sure if it was Neville or me that was the object of the prophecy. Tom most likely wasn’t sure either. So, the old man blocked us both—even though I was the one Tom went after."

"The old meddler should rot in Azkaban for such violations!” Remus growled, his eyes flashing gold. Lucius wrapped an arm around him, and spoke quietly into his ear, in an attempt to calm him. Everyone needed to remain rational right now. Lucius understood his mate’s fury. He would want revenge against anyone that attempted such harm against Draco.

“I’d gladly Avada the old man for this…!” Sirius was livid. He and Harry had lost so much because of a selfish, interfering, power-hungry old man. He definitely had some words for that old man when this was all over, and if it were in his power, he would also see that there was a cell reserved for Albus Dumbledore in Azkaban. Preferably the one he’d lost seventeen years of his life, and Harry’s, in.

Eneto stepped into Sirius' path of angry pacing.

"Sirius?" Blue eyes met and locked with green. "I never forgot anyone here. You were all with me, every step of the way. But I had to choose a path. I've always done things my way—to survive. It was a hard lesson I started learning when I was a small child, and the lessons didn’t stop. Dumbledore assured that by putting me with the Dursleys. I think, that he thought he would mold a child who would go to him for help. He wanted a weapon that would have looked to him for guidance, and be used by him. And at one time, I did. But that obviously changed."

"What changed your mind, Harr...Eneto?" Ron asked.

"Third year. The secrets about Sirius. How he believed us Third year, that Sirius was innocent, just like that. And the wards around Hogwarts? They should have picked up that Peter was an animagus. He always knew more than what he let on. I should know. As the heir, I now am keyed into the wards."

Severus eyes widened. He remembered. Right before Eneto walked into the Great Hall, the wards shifted. "They recognized you." He whispered, surprise in his voice.

"Yes. All the time I spent there as a student, I remember how the castle always seem to call to me. She would welcome me, each time I returned. She welcomed me home. It was because I was an heir. She was my home. I could have lived there after my parent's died, and of course it was something else he denied me."

"I could have raised you," Remus whispered.

"We could have all raised him..." Severus added.

"But that would have interfered with his grand plans, whatever they were to begin with." Sirius added.

"Why block your core? That makes no sense." Severus asked.

"How strong is Neville now?" Eneto asked.

"He's fairly strong. He was always clumsy in school. Spells never came to him, but, once he was unleashed, he could cast spells successfully on the first try. He had more self-confidence. His green thumb is next to none, now. He can do things even Professor Sprout couldn't. I always suspected he could do more, and now he knows it too." Hermione smiled.

"Thank you, Hermione."

Everyone turned to see Neville Longbottom standing inside the door garbed in the same manner as Eneto.

TBC…


AN:: the facts of King Arthur I used are from varrious websites and the movies King Arthur. I've got more surprises.. and I know not much Harry/Severus action.. but it's coming..

thanks for Morganlefay1958 for beta!!!

SeulWolfe