A King in the Making

Chapter 1: A Master.

It was dark. Everywhere he looked there was only darkness. No light, just a a dark void that seemed to suck out all feeling of happiness and hope. However, he did not fear the dark. He loved it. For the darkness had given him comfort where his own family did not. The only comfort they gave him was the understanding of pain and the meaning of loneliness.

Despite only being nine years old, the boy, Harry James Potter understood pain. His family having beaten him again and again for the most minuscule of things. Sometimes, for no reason at all. His own family gave him no reason to believe that he was loved. To them he was nothing more than a slave.

Despite the pain it caused him, Harry curled up into a ball as if to protect him from a threat no one could see. But to Harry, there was a threat coming. Despite there being no clock and no sign of light anywhere, Harry knew that the night was coming to an end and with it, came the start of the day. A day that would be like any other, filled with pain and suffering.

'Why am I so weak?' He thought bitterly, hating his own inability to protect himself. 'Why can't I be strong? The strong get to do whatever they want.' If he was strong, Harry would no longer have to suffer, instead he would make his family suffer. 'I wish I could leave. I don't want to be here anymore.' Unlike his earlier thoughts, these were that of a broken child, desperate for meaning and a life of love. A life where he no longer had to suffer.

"I just want to leave." He whispered, his voice pleading to anyone who listen. Yet he knew no one would listen to the pleas of a weak and broken child. "I just want to leave." He whispered once more and just as he opened his mouth to say it once more, a mantra he repeated to himself every morning, there was the sound of footsteps overhead. The floorboards ahead creaking under the weight of someone walking down the stairs, dust falling from the ceiling.

He further curled up into a ball in hopes that they wouldn't come for him. However he knew that was futile. His relatives would be nothing without their slave.

His ears listened out tentatively as the footsteps – by the heavy sound of them it was his uncle - began walking along the corridor towards his cupboard under the stairs. "I just want to leave. I just want to leave. I just want to leave." Then something rushed through his body before pain engulfed his being in a way he had never felt before. It felt like his entire body was being pushed through a small tube.

He barely registered that he was no longer in the cupboard under the stairs and was in fact what looked to be a large stone chamber before darkness encroached his vision. "Well now." A sweet melodic voice said, the voice filled with intrigue. "What do we have here?" That was all he heard before unconsciousness claimed him.

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Morgana "Morgan" le Fay, a half-Faerie and immortal Sorceress and student of Merlin had seen many things in her long lifetime. She had accomplished much and had failed even more. Like many of those who studied the Mystic Arts, she had learned from her mistakes and had grown stronger as a result. Yet, always wary that failure could result in death and making plans for such an event.

One thing she had learned was patience and to always be cautious. Utilising her great skills in time travel, she had just barely managed been sealed away by her old master, Merlin. A man that while she respected and feared for his great power, she also hated him with every fibre of her being.

After having escaped from Merlin, she had come to the future and despite having many plans for the past, found herself enjoying the new delicacies that the future had to offer. One of the many things she had gained through the use of her magic had been a mansion and numerous undead servants.

Morgana had soon settled into a routine however, today that routine had changed. The morning passed by as usual and as she had settled down in her magical chamber the most unusual thing had happened.

A human boy with the largest amount of magic she had sensed in a boy his age had magically appeared in the centre of chamber. There had been no ritual, no summoning done by her. One minute the chamber had been empty and the next a child had appeared.

He was small and frail. Covered in dried blood and bruises, messy black hair and horrid round glasses far too big for his head that also dampened the most beautiful pair of emerald green eyes she had ever seen. Though his eyes were fascinating as she could see the power that hid behind them before they closed due to unconsciousness – an obvious side effect from breaking through her Anti-Teleportation Wards – they weren't the most satisfying thing about him. No, that belonged to the scar on his forehead, a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt that contained a great deal of Dark Magic.

Stepping forward, Morgana picked up the small child, taking note of how he was almost weightless. "So much potential, in such a child." She muttered, barely able to grasp just how much potential the boy had for the Mystic Arts. His magical core shone like a beacon, ambient magic wafting off him in waves.

She herself had been hailed as a prodigy by her former master turned enemy and yet, from what she was sensing the boy had the ability to surpass both of them.

Slowly, a smile formed, a smile that showed her sinister thoughts. "Oh yes." She purred at the the young boy in her arms. "You will surpass us all and help me achieve my goals, little one." But first, a few things needed to be done.

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The first thing Harry noticed when he opened his eyes was that he was no longer in the cupboard under the stairs or in the chamber he miraculously appeared in. Next he noticed he was in a large, four poster bed that had more than enough room for two fully grown adults, which was inside an incredibly large room that was equal to his relatives kitchen/dining room.

Reluctantly, he pulled back the sheets of his bed and stepped onto the comfortable carpet, taking a few moments to flex his toes in wonder at how soft it felt beneath his feet.

"I see you are awake, young master." Reacting quickly, Harry leaped back and rolled over the bed so that there was an object between him and the voice. "Excellent reflexes, young master! But there is no need to fear me, I will do you no harm."

"Where are you?" Harry asked meekly, his eyes looking around wildly for the owner of the voice.

"Down here." His eyes subconsciously moved down and looked at the ground at his feet. They widened in shock when he took in the demonic looking creature at his feet. It was small, barely reaching up to his knees and was thin, thinner than him with dark green skin, wide, black beady eyes, a pair of small wings and a tail. "Good afternoon, young master."

Harry took a few moments to recover before smiling weakly at the creature. "Erm, hello." The creature smiled in return, revealing razor sharp teeth, which only put Harry more on edge.

"Your clothes have already been set out for you over there." The creature indicated towards a small bench at the foot of the bed where clothes were laid out. "I shall wait outside while you change then I shall take you to meet mistress le Fay." Before Harry could say anything, the creature had already left, leaving Harry alone.

'What the hell is going? Where am I? And what was that thing?' Harry questioned internally as he slowly got changed into his clothes, a simple white shirt and a black pants. They were comfortable, yet formal at the same time.

Despite his cautiousness and paranoia cultivated over nine years of abuse and neglect, Harry had always been curious, always wanting to know more as he followed the belief that knowledge was power. His aunt and uncle had sent him to school as to not raise questions they didn't want to answer and he had used that to learn everything he could. This strange creature reminded him of an Imp from the fantasy novels he had read and with it, came a large amount of questions that he needed answering.

As a result, he ignored the part of him that screamed for him to escape out the window and instead, opened the door to see the Imp floating in the air, it's wings flapping steadily.

"Are you ready, young master?" Harry nodded his head and then followed the creature down the corridor.

Minutes passed by in silence as they walked down the stairs before the Imp pushed open a door leading to a large and open dining room. Windows decorated one side revealing the large green fields outside. In the centre of the room was a long, wooden table decorated with candle stands, a chandelier dangling from the ceiling and a beautiful woman with pale skin and long black hair at the far end of the table. A selection of food surrounding her.

"Mistress le Fay, I have brought young master Potter as you asked." The Imp called out to the woman who looked up revealing her noble and angelic features, but the most striking were her green eyes that while not as bright as his, still stood out.

"Thank you, Zral. You may leave." She dismissed the Imp who left with a bow of its head leaving Harry and the woman in the room. "Come little one, sit down and eat." Still curious, Harry hesitantly sat down in the seat to her right and just as soon as he had, a plate filled with food floated down in front of him. His eyes widened in shock at the sight, unable to comprehend what he was seeing.

Still watching her, Harry slowly raised his fork to his mouth and with one last suspicious look to the woman, he placed the piece of chicken in his mouth and chewed on it. Thankfully, it wasn't poisoned and it made his frame relax slightly.

After finishing off her last bite and he had done the same, Morgana placed down the newspaper she had been reading and stared into the eyes of the boy, though she was annoyed that the beauty of them was destroyed by the glasses he wore. Something she would quickly rectify with a ritual or two. "I'm sure you must have questions, little one. Now you may ask them."

Harry remained quiet and Morgana was pleased to note that while suspicious, he didn't allow that to stop him from quenching his thirst for knowledge. A thirst she would be more than willing to quench. "Who are you and what was that creature?"

"Is that all you wish to know, or are you simply asking questions in order of relevance?" Harry's eyes narrowed and Morgana felt the boys magic slam against her mental shields like a hammer hitting a wall. The magic itself was aimed to get her to talk and she had to resist the urge to smile at the boys bout of accidental magic.

'For him to instinctively use magic that attacks the mind, he has so much raw, untapped potential.' She thought. "Very well." Morgana sighed in faux disappointment. "My name, is Morgana le Fay. I'm a half-Faerie and once a student of Merlin himself." Harry's eyes widened in shock, recognising her from the many books about King Arthur, but instead of fear there was only understanding. "That thing was an Imp, Zral is his name and he is a Demon I summoned to serve me."

"You said your name was Morgana le Fay and that you are a student of Merlin, that means you use magic and you should also be dead." It was not a question, but a statement.

Morgana wagged her finger from side to side in disappointment. "Little one, you should not be so narrow minded. Yes, I use magic and with it, everything you once knew is both correct and incorrect. Do not let previous knowledge cloud your judgement. Always bare an open mind and be prepared for all outcomes, no matter what they maybe, for even in failure there is success."

Hesitantly, Harry nodded his head. "What do you want with me?" While it may have seemed to any ordinary individual that Harry had ignored what she had said, that was not the case.

Morgana smiled and cupped Harry's cheek, taking note of how malnourished he was. "You, little one." The nail on her index finger trailed down his cheek, cutting into the skin drawing blood, though Harry did not flinch away. "Have so much potential, it was like you were made for the Mystic Arts and I want you, to help me achieve my goals. I will teach you everything I know, make you the strongest Wizard in the world and everyone will know and fear the name, Harry James Potter." She smiled viscously, her face mirroring that of the Demons she summons. "What do you say, little one? Do you want to be strong, or weak?"

Harry's eyes narrowed, not in suspicion but in anger. "Strong." He replied firmly, insulted that she even believed he would continue to be weak.

"Perfect."

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