Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Warnings: Slash, Male Harem, Bottom Harry, Slavary.
A/N: Hey I've edited the previous chapters AND given you guys a new chapter. Enjoy!
Our Prince Harry
Once upon a time there was a land called Hogwarts, and although it was divided into four kingdoms, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, it was peaceful, but that peace was to be broken one Fall night by a man named Gellert Grindelwald.
Grindelwald was a dark man and even darker wizard, who saw the land of Hogwarts as his own to mold and rule. Hidden within the shadows he not only built an army but he managed to put each of the great lands against each other and soon a war broke out.
It was a grueling battle, from sun up to sun down the Four Lands battled, blood was shed and brother went against brother.
Finally one soul rose up.
James Potter, son to the deceased King of Gryffindor.
James was a boy of sixteen, he was nine when Grindelwald killed his family, and swore revenge.
So with his family sword, he confronted the man known as the Dark Lord, and they dueled.
Day and night, metal and magic clashed within Grindelwald tower, it is said that their battle was so furious that the tower and land of Hogwarts shook.
Finally, from beneath the rumble emerge James, Grindelwald slain, and the war ended.
The people of the Four Lands were so grateful to James that they named him High King, and he ruled over the Four Lands, with a firm but gentle hand. When he was eighteen he married Lily Evans, four years later they had a son, which they named Harry.
Nearly a year later darkness fell once again on Hogwarts…
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off -"
Lily didn't even look back as her husband's voice stopped, she flung open the door to her year old son's room, quickly she ran over to the cradle, giving a shriek of horror as the door flew off it's hinges, dark smoke rolled in, along with an evil crackle.
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" Lily begged throwing herself in between their attacker and her son.
"Stand aside you silly girl, stand aside now."
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead!"
The attacker raised his wand
"Not Harry! Please have mercy, have mercy!"
The attacker's shrill voice laughed and a woman's scream echoed.
The attacker stepped over the dead woman's body as he came closer to the crib, he looked over and smiled, it wasn't quite evil nor was it quite gentle.
The Four Lands mourned the loss of their King and Queen, but they had hope, their young prince Harry, who survived with only a lightning bolt on his forehead.
The attacker was never caught.
And under the care of the Royal Advisor Albus Dumbledore and those in the castle, the baby Harry grew into a beautiful child, and the people of the Four Lands hoped that when he became of age he would be a great ruler, just like his late parents.