Harry Potter: Heir of Pendragon

Chapter 1: The Heir of Arthur Pendragon

Harry Potter had always known that he was special. He had always known that there was something different about him. But he had never imagined that he was the heir of Arthur Pendragon, the legendary King of Camelot.

It all started when Harry received a letter from an unknown source. The letter was written in elegant calligraphy and sealed with a red wax seal bearing the crest of a lion. Harry opened the letter and read the contents with growing disbelief.

"Dear Mr. Potter,

I hope this letter finds you well. My name is Merlin, and I am writing to inform you that you are the heir of Arthur Pendragon, the legendary King of Camelot. You are the last surviving member of the Pendragon bloodline, and you are the only one who can claim the throne of Camelot.

I know this must come as a shock to you, but I assure you that it is true. Your parents were both descendants of the Pendragon bloodline, and they kept this secret from you to protect you from those who would seek to harm you.

I am here to guide you on your journey to claim your rightful place as the King of Camelot. I have sent a portkey that will transport you to my castle in the Scottish Highlands. Please come as soon as possible, as time is of the essence.

Sincerely,

Merlin"

Harry read the letter again and again, trying to make sense of it all. He had always thought that his parents were ordinary people who had died in a car crash. But now he realized that there was so much more to his family history than he had ever imagined.

He packed his bags and took the portkey that had been sent to him. The next thing he knew, he was standing in front of a towering castle that looked like it had been lifted straight out of a fairy tale.

As he walked towards the castle, he felt a sense of unease creeping up on him. He had always been wary of strangers, and he didn't know anything about this Merlin person who had sent him the letter.

But he pushed his doubts aside and continued towards the castle. As he approached the entrance, the doors swung open, and a tall, bearded man with a pointed hat stepped out to greet him.

"Welcome, Harry Potter," the man said. "I am Merlin, and I have been waiting for you."

Harry looked at the man in disbelief. He had always thought that Merlin was a mythical figure from the Arthurian legends. But here he was, standing right in front of him.

"Come inside, Harry," Merlin said. "There is much to discuss."

Harry followed Merlin into the castle, and they walked through a maze of hallways and staircases until they reached a large, dimly lit room. In the center of the room was a round table made of polished wood, with a single chair at the head.

"This is the Round Table of Camelot," Merlin said. "It was once the seat of power for King Arthur and his knights. And now, it is yours."

Harry looked at the table in awe. He had read about the Round Table in his history books, but he had never imagined that he would ever see it in person.

"But why me?" Harry asked. "Why am I the heir of Arthur Pendragon?"

"Your parents were both descendants of the Pendragon bloodline," Merlin explained. "They were both powerful wizards, and they knew that you had inherited the magical abilities of your ancestors. They kept you hidden from those who would seek to harm you, and they passed down the knowledge of your heritage to you through the invisibility cloak and the Marauder's Map."

Harry nodded, trying to take it all in. He had always known that there was something special about his parents, but he had never imagined that they were part of a magical bloodline that dated back to the time of King Arthur.

"But why do I need to claim the throne of Camelot?" Harry asked. "What does it mean for me?"

"It means that you have a duty to uphold," Merlin said. "As the heir of Arthur Pendragon, you are the only one who can restore the balance of magic in the world. You must gather a new generation of knights and lead them into battle against the forces of darkness that threaten to destroy everything that King Arthur stood for."

Harry felt a surge of excitement and fear at the same time. He had always wanted to be a hero, but he had never imagined that he would be called upon to lead an army into battle.

"I don't know if I'm ready for this," Harry said. "I don't know if I have what it takes to be a king."

"You have the heart of a true king, Harry," Merlin said. "And you have the support of those who believe in you. You will not be alone on this journey."

Harry nodded, feeling a sense of determination growing within him. He had always been drawn to the stories of King Arthur and his knights, and now he realized that he was a part of that legacy.

"I'll do it," Harry said. "I'll claim the throne of Camelot and fight for what's right."

Merlin smiled, his eyes twinkling with pride. "I knew you would, Harry. And I will be with you every step of the way."

And with that, Harry Potter, the heir of Arthur Pendragon, began his journey to claim his rightful place as the King of Camelot.