Sunrise by stridermagic

fanfiction

Harry didn't know what to expect when he landed on a stone floor, tired and weary after the start of another war. He had been backed into a corner, his wand held in a tightly knuckled grip and then several spells had been cast his way. And now… he blinked, rubbing his eyes as his surroundings steadied around him.

He looked to be in a… legitimate looking throne room, with the throne being… His eyes widened as he took in the throne, a big, monstrous thing shaped with melted swords and metal. The man on the throne looked… really not like a king. Matted hair, very long fingernails that had probably never seen nail clippers for months, long, and a matted beard that was filled with dirt and… specks of blood.

Harry wrinkled his nose, seeing the man's purple eyes widen as he spotted Harry. There was one younger man standing behind the throne and he looked like a medieval knight, only a lot more sleep deprived. He wore a white cloak and sturdy looking mail armor, a shiny sword at his hip. And there was a far away look in his green eyes, one that Harry had often seen on his friends, one that meant they'd rather be far, far away from here. A look that meant the man wanted to be anywhere but here, a look that meant the young man had been through some shit.. One that Harry had often seen in the mirror.

"Another traitor! Get him away from me! Guards!"

Harry blinked, standing up on shaky legs before taking a step back.

"Your Grace…"

"Get the gold cloaks! Get this man away from me!"

Harry raised an eyebrow, palming his wand, and backed away as guards came rushing into the throne room. These were men wearing gold cloaks, thus the name apparently, and carrying swords too… "I don't think I'm in England anymore."

"Come with us, ser. You do not belong here in the Red Keep."

Harry stared at one of them, the man who had approached him, his hand on his sword. "Uh… There's been a misunderstanding. I'm not a traitor or here to do harm to you folk."

"You're a spy from the North or one of the Valemen. Lock him up!"

The men in the gold cloaks, guards, all surrounded him at once, two putting their hands on him, tight and firm, as they tugged him away from the king. Harry hesitated briefly, pondering whether or not he should do something before deciding to roll with it. He could after all apparate out of any situation if it came to that though with the new country and territory he was in, he would rather not. Who knows where he would land, maybe in the depths of a lake or inside a mountain.

"Burn him!"

Harry stopped, turned around and stared incredulously at the man on the throne. "Seriously? You just… I just appeared here! You're going to burn me at the stake?!"

The man on the throne stood up and gestured wildly at him. "He's a spy!"

He let the armed guards tug him back through the throne room and out through the door only to run into a woman. The woman was beautiful, of darker skin than Harry's was, and long, beautiful black hair. Her skin however was pale and her dark eyes had bags underneath them, making him wince. Both this woman and the younger man back in the throne room had bags underneath their eyes, their shoulders curled inward and their eyes haunted.

Her light, colorful dress curled around her form, the material looking soft and comfortable. He could see suns stitched into it, little golden suns all over the fabric.

The woman's dark eyes caught his and widened. "Captain, what is going on?"

"We caught another traitor in the throne room, my lady."