𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦

Chapter 38 - Avalon

Chapter 38

3rd POV

Avalon

Harry woke with a start, blinking his eyes as he was torn from his mindscape. Merlin hadn't finished giving him the introduction on grand sorcery. Intent was the key, at least until Merlin explained further during the day.

Absently, he batted away on an insistent bird as it hopped on his face.

Wait, bird?

Harry opened his face to see Fawkes sitting on his chest, his beady black eyes glaring at him. He shook Fleur who clung to him as she slept.

"Fleur wake up, somethings wrong." He shook her again and she groaned, tearing herself from slumber before staring at a worried-looking Fawkes.

The two glanced at each other before leaping out of bed and rushing to get dressed.

------------

Two minutes later, Harry and Fleur stood in front of the headmaster's desk, fully dressed for a battle. Fawkes leapt off Harry's shoulder, batting his head with a wing before landing on his perch. If birds could smirk, he was sure Fawkes would be doing so.

"Damn bird, I insult him one time..." He grumbled drawing an intrigued look from Fleur and an amused smirk from Dumbeldore.

Harry noticed the bags beneath Dumbldore's eyes. The old man looked like he hadn't slept in years.

"Harry, Ms. Delacour, Avalon is under attack. The aurors are there but they are being overwhelmed."

Harry turned toFleur who smiled back at him, her eyes however were hard.

"We are ready, Professor." Harry declared before Fawkes landed on his shoulder. Harry's hand shot out to clasp Fleur's while Dumbledore placed a hand on Harry'sother shoulder.

A moment later the three flushed away, leaving the headmasters office.

--------------

Harry opened his eyes, it wasn't quite dawn, but the sun's rays were shedding light on the world. They stood on a raised dais, overlooking farmland and the city of Glastonbury to the west. The city was shining with all the lights a muggle city has, streetlights, cars, houses.

They stood on Avalon, the true Avalon, underneath the repelling charms and glamor that fooled even the wizards, hiding the resting place of King Arthur in plain sight of wizards and muggles alike.

But how did they get there? The wards would still be up, stopping even Fawkes from knowing where it was.

Avalon had an open temple at its peak, with a single stone area with the entrance to tomb in it. Apart from the temple at which Harry and the others stood, the hill was covered in apple trees. The apple trees were not evenly spaced like an orchard, they were haphazard, and it was clear they had once been an orchard, but over a thousand years had passed since that was the case.

However the tor was aflame.

Bodies lay scattered through the shattered and burnt trees. Bodies of British surors and those of French and other European nations lay nearby, the there were more bodies of normal witches and wizards than all the aurors combined.

Harry realized the wards around Avalon must have fallen, Morgana would have worn them down. Did that mean Avalon was visible to muggles?

The crack of gunfire echoed through the night as Harry realized muggles were involved in this battle too, answering his question from moments before. He ducked as a bullet whizzed by his head into a tree, he spun one wand creating against solid objects large enough for the three of them while his other wand flashed, sending a stunner at the muggle that Harry saw in the distance.