Harry Potter and the Once and Future King.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Merlin.

Summary: Harry has a twin brother, who is the boy-who-lived. Raise away from his birth family, and trained by some of the most powerful witch and wizard ever lived, Harry forged a different path for himself. Joins Hogwarts at Fourth-year. Good Dumbledore.

Chapter one: Pilot – The-Boy-Who-Was-Sent-Away

(1981)

The wind whistled through the air, playing an age-old song, whose meanings have been lost to all those that currently dwelled on the Earth. The night veiled the shadows that lurked about. Yet, even in the covering darkness, the Moon does its best to keep the shadows at bay. But not all shadows can be contained.

Godric's Hollow was a dainty village in the West County of England. Nothing seemed remarkable about it. Ordinary people do not know any significance to this village of cottages. But for the magic folk, this was the birthplace of Godric Gryffindor. And currently it was home to several wizarding families, including the family of Lily and James Potter.

The night was somewhat quiet, considering it was Halloween. The grassed moved, signalling the invisible movements of the wind. A darkly robed man walked across the planes. From a distance, it would've looked like he glided across the grassy field. The birds and mice fled from his approach. Their instinct told them something fowl was headed their way.

Lord Voldermort had not always been the twisted creature he became. His blood-red slitted eyes and deathly paled skin was as unnatural as his conception – his appearance was more reminiscent to a snake than to a man. He was beautiful once, a beauty he had easily traded for fear and power. It was all he needed. The current most powerful Dark Lord the world has ever seen stride with a purpose.

Before him was by all appearances an ordinary mundane cottage. But Lord Voldermort could tell that it was reeked with powerful concealment magic, especially now that he was privy to its secrets. The Potters have chosen the wrong Secret Keeper.

The Dark Lord smirked twistedly – he had waited a long time for this moment. Prophecy had foretold his downfall at the hands of child whom was born at the end of July. Whose parents had defied him three times.

Only three children, to his knowledge, possess these qualities; Neville Longbottom, born to Alice and Frank Longbottom; then there were the twins – Harry and William Potter, sons of Lily and James Potter.

The Dark Lord knew one of them to be his bane. Of course, in time, he would make sure all three candidates are taken care of, starting with the Potters. He would leave nothing to chance, after all. His servant had provided him with the perfect opportunity to strike. He learnt that the Potters were out for a meeting, leaving their sons at home with a caretaker. A foolish mistake, the Dark Lord grinned.

With a simple wave of his Yew Wand, Voldermort bypassed the wards erected around the property. The door was hardly an obstacle to one such as himself.

For him, the babysitter was hardly as greater deterrence than the door. A green flash of light, and the young muggle girl fell cold onto the ground.

Voldermort proceed upstairs. Where there was a babysitter, there must be babies.

Inside the crib was two beautiful young baby boys. They looked nearly identical. They shared the Potter features. The children looked at his curiously. The blue-eyes child however had auburn coloured hair.

Lord Voldermort pointed his Wand at the blue-eyed child on the left. The red-eyed dark lord began to curl his lips.

Young William began to cry loudly. His distress caused his older brother to cry out as well.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A flash of green light burst out of Voldermort's wand. Imbued in its foul magic was Voldermort's disdain and contempt for life.

But just as suddenly, Harry Potter's eyes glowed bright gold.

As the killing curse impacted William, it rebounded backwards, hitting the dark lord squarely in the chest.

Voldermort let out a loud screech. A ghastly presence seemingly fled out from the window, leaving behind dust and an empty robe.

Both boys fell unconscious from the ordeal, William from surviving the Killing curse, and Harry from saving his younger twin brother.

(Line Break)

It wasn't until hours later when the Potters would return. They immediately rushed upstairs after discovering the sitter's corpse in their living room. They had feared the worst.

"Oh no. Harry! William!"

As soon as they entered the children's nursery, Lily ashen when she saw the stillness of her children.

Lily immediately went to carry Harry, while James checked on William.

"Harry's breathing!" Lily cried out with relief.

"So is William, but his head was bleeding!" James cried.

Lily looked with concern at her younger son. He pulled Harry closer to her chest. "We need to get them to St Mungo!"

(Line Break)

"What did the Healer say?" Lily asked her husband as he returned to the waiting area.

"She said they're find, but…"

"What?" Lily's motherly instinct told her something was wrong, and was still very worried for her sons.

"They can't heal William's scar. The Healer said that he was hit with a very powerful curse. The scans showed that it was most likely the Killing curse." James said worriedly. The scar was shaped like lightning made flesh.

At that, Lily looked like she was about to faint. "Dear Merlin." She widened her eyes as she realised how close her children had come to death.

"The Healer assured that William is fine, despite the Killing curse." James assured, though he only looked slightly less worried than Lily. "And Harry…"

Lily's eyes whipped upwards. "What about Harry?" Her motherly concerns dialled up once more.

"The healers can't sense any magic coming from him. His core is depleted. They're not sure what or how it had happened." James looked grim. "Lily, Harry is now a squib."

Lily's heart ached, knowing her son was now robbed of the chance to ever use magic. "Who did this to them? Was it him?"

"Albus and the other aurors are taking a look at the house. But it seems like it was."

"Oh, James, it's not fair." She sobbed, pulling her husband into an embrace.

James too was tearful. But he must remain strong, for his wife and his family. "We'll be okay. The boys will be okay, they're Potters."

(Line Break)

"Peter Pettigrew has been caught and will soon be trialled." Albus Dumbledore said.

At the mention of the traitorous and backstabbing friend, James and Sirius darkened. Lily never trusted Peter as much as Sirius and Lupin out of James' Hogwarts friends.

They were at one of James' other properties in York. The Potters had moved as soon as they knew their location was compromised.

"As we feared, it was Voldermort whom personally visited the cottage that night, Peter has confirmed." Albus supplied.

"Where is he? Can you tell us what happened?" Lily asked. She was happy that her son survived, at the same time, she was fearful that Voldermort was still out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to hurt her children.

Albus seemed deep in thought. "Severus has contacted me. No one seemed to be able to contact the Dark Lord, and the Dark mark on their arms seem to have almost entirely faded."

"Does that mean he's dead?" James questioned hopefully, trying to eliminate the source of his unease.

Albus shook his head softly. "I can't say for certain. The lack of a body, and the fact that the Dark Mark can still be seen, no matter how faded, indicates that we can't rule out his survival."

"What do you think happened to him?" Sirius asked the headmaster.

"I can only speculate." Albus told uneasily, "but I think it has something to do with William. He has done something no one else has ever succeeded doing, surviving the Avada Kedavra curse. I believe, by means still unknown to us, the Killing Curse must've deflected off William onto Voldermort."

"Then why isn't Voldermort dead?" Sirius asked with frustration.

"I believed Tom must have found safeguards to protect himself." Albus hypothesised. "He's probably very weak right now, but alive."

"Can he return?" Lily asked seriously.

"I don't know." Albus said sadly. "It's not impossible. But if he does, William is probably our key to defeating Voldermort."

"Are you referring to the prophecy." James asked.

"I never placed much stocks in prophecies." Albus admitted. "But Voldermort seemed to believe it, and in trying to prevent it, he had fulfilled it. He had marked William, which makes William the other half of the prophecy."

"What about Harry, what happened to Harry?" Lily question desperately.

"I'm not sure." Albus has admitted. "In all likelihood, whatever happened that night must've drained him of what little magic he had, damaging his underdeveloped core. It's been over a week, and I still can't detect any magic from the boy. I'm afraid, it's permanent."

Lily began to sobbed. "Oh, Harry."

The men stood sadly to the side, not knowing what to say to ease her burden.

"I have a suggestion." Albus said.

Everyone looked to the headmaster, even Lily had stopped crying.

"I think it might be for the best if we send Harry away to live with your sister and her family." Albus suggested slowly.

"No! We can't…my sister, she won't understand, she hates people like us." Lily cried shockingly.

"Please, I'm not suggesting this out of ill-intent towards young Harry. I understand better than most of the burden with being a squib within the Wizarding world. My sister," Albus began softly, "she had been a squid too, and in some ways, I believe her interaction with the Wizarding world is what led to her death." What he didn't say was he believed himself to be the other factor that led to Arianne's death.

Lily, James and Sirius were surprised. They did not know that Albus had a sister, let alone that she was a squib or that she had died.

"Already, every wizard and witches in Britain are celebrating Voldermort's seeming demise, and are calling William the Boy-Who-lived. I'm afraid your son will have made many enemies, those who were loyal to Voldermort or his ideologies. Harry will become a target by association, and without magic, he will be ever more vulnerable to the hardships of our world. It might be a kindness to let him live a normal life without any conflict."

Lily and James talked between themselves that night. Ultimately that heed Albus' advise. It broke their hearts, but they resigned themselves to the fact that William will now have to live with a target on his back, but they told themselves that Harry still had a chance to live away from danger. They also believed it would be painful for Harry to grow up seeing the world treating his twin brother like a celebrity, while himself having no magic, they did not want such a life for their eldest son. As they discussed further into the night, they came to conclude that giving Harry to Petunia would be a kind solution. At the very least, he would be with family.

Lily believed she can get Petunia to agree, seeing as Harry didn't have any magic of his own. They would pay Petunia and her newly wedded husband handsomely to take care of Harry.

(Line Break)

Lily had spent an entire day with Harry, before she brought him to Privet Drive. Her sister had agreed to raising Harry. She was told to tell Harry that his father and mother had died in a car accident.

After a year of having Harry, the Dursley moved to the United States, severing all connections with the Potters.

(Line Break – four years later, 1985)

Harry was now five. A bright and intelligent boy for his age. For as long as he could remember, weird things have been happening around him. Toys would levitate, flowers would blossom before their time to ripe. He somehow knew that these things happen because of him, or rather, his Aunt and Uncle blamed him for it. These things began happening around four years ago.

He was old enough to know that his Aunt and Uncle dislike anything weird. Anytime something like this would happen, Uncle Vernon would lock him into a cupboard and not allow him to eat anything. Vernon has said it was to starve the weirdness out of him. Before long, Vernon did not refrain from physically punishing Harry for any unnaturalness that occurs.

Vernon eventually insisted that Harry will be helping with the chores around the house. Harry could understand that he was treated unfairly by seeing how differently his cousin Dudley was treated.

When Harry sleeps, he dreams of a better life, where weirdness is not weird.

(Line Break)

Morgana Pendragon was having a rather nice walk through the park. She had always liked nature. She didn't like how the muggles had destroyed the wilds that she loved.

She came to a halt as she realised there was a family having a picnic by the river. For some reason she decided to watch.

She saw a fat man, and his very lanky wife. They had two young children with them. A plump looking boy and a very skinny boy. The contrast of it amused her. What a strange family, she thought.

She watched as the mother was feeding to son, the plump one. No one seemed to be paying any attention to the skinnier child with correction glasses, he was off to the side, playing with sticks.

Eventually the plump one got off his mother. Morgana watched him walked towards his brother. He picked a stone from the ground, and without any hesitation he tossed it towards his brother.

"Ow." The skinny boy cried.

The fat little boy threw another stone.

"Ow, stop it." The boy said louder. Morgana crease her eyebrows when she saw the mother and father weren't going to stop obnoxious behaviour, or making any attempt to stop it. In fact, they seemed amused.

The fat boy then cast another stone, this time seemingly with more speed.

Morgana was about to intervened, but it turned out, she didn't have to.

"I said stop!" The skinny boy shouted.

The stone that was flying was seemingly deflected out of the air. The fatter boy was knocked onto his back, seemingly by an invisible wave.

'That child has magic, he's a wizard!' She realised. She was soon interrupted out of her thoughts as the large man marched towards the skinny boy.

She heard a loud smack, she could hardly believe what she just saw. The man had just smack the boy very hard on the cheek. The boy was on the ground from the audible hit.

"How dare you use your freakiness to hurt my son, you FREAK!" the Fat man bellowed. His slap had been hard enough to draw blood.

"I'm sorry Uncle Vernon, I didn't mean to, it was an accident!" The boy cried pleadingly and fearfully.

Vernon raised his hand, but into a fist this time. "I will beat the freakiness out of you, boy!"

But before he could, he felt his body restrained, and unable to move. "What are you doing to be, boy?!"

The boy didn't know what was happening or what his Uncle was talking about. Fearfully, he backed away slowly. "I'm not doing anything, I swear." The boy then turned his head to the side, noticing a stranger walking towards them, her hand aimed at Vernon.

"You, are you doing this?!" Vernon demanded, eyeing the woman.

Petunia ran to Dudley and wrapped her arms around him protectively from the woman.

"You're a freak just like him!" Vernon yelled, still unable to move.

"You're an animal." Morgana spat. "Maybe you should look like one."

Instantly, a blue spark of magic travelled from her hand. It surrounded Vernon's body. Vernon felt his fingered pulled into his hands and his limbs compressed into his body. His body shrank down, and his form transfigured into a fish.

With a wave of her hand, Vernon the fish was cast into the river. She then turned towards Petunia and the plump boy, whom was regarding Morgana fearfully.

Petunia was too prettified with fear to attempt to run, she could only hug her son closer to her. "Please, don't hurt us." She cried.

"That remains to be seen." Morgana said cooly. "Tell me why you were mistreating that boy, I can tell if you're lying, so if I sense even a bit of untruth in your voice, you will join your husband."

Petunia gulped. "He's my nephew. His mother promised us that he doesn't have magic, but he did! P-please." She pleaded, looking into Morgana's eyes.

With a glance, Morgana understood. She saw flashes of it. Child abuse and neglect. She was a powerful legilimens. "I see, you know of what he is, yet you condemned him. Your sister was a witch. Is she dead?"

Another glance told Morgana the answer. "I see."

Petunia widened her eyes. "What are you going to do to us?"

"Nothing much." Morgana shrugged. But she still had a dark countenance on her face. "I have a rule against harming women and children. But still," Morgana waved her hand over Petunia and Dudley's direction.

Their eyes glazed over, and their expressions blanked. "Your husband and nephew died in a car accident. If anyone asked, you will tell them so." She compelled, then made similar commands to Dudley. As soon as she finished modifying their memories, they dropped to the grass, unconscious.

Morgana then turned and walked towards the skinny boy.

The skinny bespectacled boy stared at the women whom just turned his uncle into a fish, and had dropped his aunt and cousin. And she was undoubtedly the prettiest lady he's ever seen in his young life. She has dark long hair and green eyes.

"What did you do to them?" The boy managed to say.

"Your Aunt and cousin are unharmed.

The boy edged away from her until his back touches a tree.

"Don't be afraid little one." She said softly.

The young boy seemed to harden his stare, mustering up courage. "I am not scared."

Morgana was impressed with resolve she saw in his young green eyes. "You don't know what you are, do you?"

"Am I a freak?" He asked, averting his gaze from hers.

Morgana gentle lifted his chin with her hand, allowing their eyes to meet once more "No matter what your Aunt or Uncle may have said or wanted you to believe, know this, you are definitely not a freak. Do you hear me?" She said, looking directly at him.

The young boy nodded.

"My name is Morgana Pendragon. What is your name?" Morgana asked with a soft smile.

"Harry, just Harry." He said in a timid tone.

She smiled. "You saw what I just did. I have the gift of magic." She created a ball of light in her palm.

Harry widened his eyes in amazement.

"You have the gift too!" She revealed. "Have you ever done anything you can't explain?"

Harry's eyes flash with recognition.

"You are a Wizard!" She said brightly.

"Are you a Wizard too?" Harry asked quickly.

Morgana laughed amusedly. "No, I'm a Witch. Boys are Wizards, while girls are referred to as Witches. Do you understand?"

Harry nodded.

'Clever boy.' Morgana thought. 'There's something familiar about his magic, these green eyes…could he be?'

"Don't worry about your relatives, they will wake up with no memory of what transpired." Morgana explained cooly. "Harry, would you like to come with me?"

"You want me to go with you?" Harry looked up at her.

"Yes. If you wish, you can live with me and my husband." She smiled.

"What if your husband doesn't want me?" He said looking down.

Morgana chuckled, thinking of her beloved husband. "Between the two of us, my Husband is the nicer one."

Harry finally smiled at that, then he nodded, agreeing to coming with her. Harry took the hand she was offering, Morgana then led Harry to where she and her husband were staying.

(Line Break)

A dark-haired man and tinkling with antique watches on the table. It was a pastime of his. Creating and fixing watches.

He heard the door opened and closes.

"Honey, back from your walk so soon?" He called out without turning his back. Normally, his wife would take longer walks.

"Merlin, come here, I have someone for you to meet."

Merlin perked his head up. A guest! It's been so long.

Putting down the time pieces, he made his way to the front of the house, where he saw his beautiful wife and a young man. Immediately to Merlin, he recognised something extraordinary about the young man. He could sense the boy's spark.

"Dear wife, who is this dashing young lad." Merlin smiled.

"My name is Harry Potter sir."

"My, what a well-spoken young man." Merlin beamed brightly. "My name is Merlin, Morgana's husband."

Morgana moved to his side. 'This boy is a wizard. I found him at the park, where his relatives had abandoned him. I thought him to be a muggleborn, but searching his aunt's memories showed that his mother gave him to her sister, believing him to be a squib.' She said to him mentally.

Merlin nodded without losing the smile. It saddened him to hear of witches and wizards being abused by normal folk, especially so young. His wife especially, didn't care for it, as she had grown up during the rule of Uther Pendragon.

'I told him he could live with us. I sense something familiar about him.' Morgana said telepathically.

'I feel the same.' Merlin mentally said back.

"I found him, and his family wasn't taking care of him properly. He happens to be a wizard. I think he should stay with us." Morgana said, for Harry's sake.

"I quite agree. You look to be a very clever young boy, Harry, how would you like to stay with us?"

Harry's green eyes lit up. "I would love to."

"We will teach you how to control your gift." Merlin added.

From that day since, Harry's world expanded.

That night as Harry laid asleep. Morgana walked out with a prick of the young boy's blood.

She dropped into a small bowl.

Then she pricks her own finger, allowing her blood to fall into the bowl. She then pour in some potion into the bowl.

"Familial revealio." She casted. The potion turned bright blue.

Merlin whom was watching from the side widened his eyes.

"It's true, he's distantly related to me." Morgana confirmed.

"He does remind me of Arthur, somehow." Merlin said fondly.

Morgana nodded with a smile, remembering the young boy looking back at her with courage. "I see it. Do you think he's the one?"

"Only time will tell." Merlin said, before intertwining his hand with his wife's. "In the meantime, it might be nice to have a child in the house, hm?"

Morgana rest her head on her husband's shoulders.

(Line Break)

"Alright Harry, please hold on to this shield." Merlin instructed.

"Yes, sir." Harry grabbed onto the edged of the shield with his small hands.

Morgana and Merlin each place a hand onto the shield as well.

"Emrys." Merlin said aloud, it was the code word to the portkey.

Harry felt his whole world swirled and twirled. When it was over, he found himself in an entirely new place.

"Where are we?" Harry asked, dumbfounded, but there was a bright twinkle in his eyes. "And how did we get here?"

Merlin smiled, loving Harry's childlike wonderment to magic.

"That was a portkey. When we say the magic word, it brings us to another place that it was programmed to. As for where we are, we're home." Merlin grinned.

"Welcome to Camelot." Morgana said.

Around Harry, was a medieval kingdom.

As he followed Merlin and Morgana towards the castle, he saw a large courtyard. There was a big stone at its centre, and embedded in the stone was a beautiful golden hilted sword.

"What's that?" Harry said with amazement.

"That is a tale for another time." Morgana promised.

They showed him around. Harry couldn't believe the size of his room.

"Flippy! Morgana called out.

A small pointy ear bipedal creature appeared in a poof.

"What can Flippy do for mistress?" The male elf asked.

"This is Harry, he is my ward. Please inform everyone else of this."

The elf nodded towards Harry, before vanishing off.

Harry looked at Morgana.

"That was Flippy, our house-elf. We have many House-elves living here in Camelot, as well as other magical creatures such a pixies and unicorns. Please treat them all with respect."

"I promise." Harry exclaimed with a big smile.

"Good boy." Morgana said, ruffling the child's already unruly hair. "This will be your new home from now on."

(Line Break – two years later)

It had taken a while for Harry to fully come out of his shell. The first few weeks, Harry was reserved, not wanting to cause trouble, he didn't want to somehow offend Merlin and Morgana. He feared they might kicked him out.

But within weeks, Harry's fear was forgotten. Although he referred to them as Master Merlin and Lady Morgana, they very much treated him as a son they never had. And he reciprocated these feelings.

Morgana doted on him often, like a mother does. And Merlin encouraged him in different activities as a father should. All of the other magical residents of Camelot regarded Harry as Merlin and Morgana's son.

Camelot was heavily warded from the outside world. Its location was safeguarded from both muggles and wizards alike.

Harry directed his palm at the cushion. He concentrated. "Accio Cushion."

The cushion suddenly flew into his arms.

"Brilliant!" Merlin complimented. "Remember, magic comes from focus and will."

"Yes, master!" Harry said eagerly.

"Now, go finish your muggle homework, then go play with your friends."

Harry happily complied.

Merlin and Morgana quickly realised after Harry came to live with them that the young boy was very intelligent. He learnt things very quickly. Unlike others from Wizarding Britain, Merlin and Morgana were very adaptable to the human world, thanks to a thing called television. And they visited the muggle world often.

They wanted the best for their ward. They enrolled Harry in muggle school. And when he travels home by portkey, he would be schooled in magic by Morgana and Merlin.

Outside of magic, Morgana also instructed Harry in traditions and etiquette befitting a wizard and gentlemen.

Harry was always eager to learn, not wanting to disappoint his Master and Lady. He would persevere until he gets something done.

Harry didn't have a wand, since neither Morgana or Merlin uses one, so they taught him wandless magic.

In the muggle-world, Harry made muggle friends at school. In Camelot, Harry was friends with pixies and goblins that live on the kingdom. One foot in each world.

Morgana and Merlin watched Harry from afar.

"I can't imagine what's it was like before having him in our lives." Morgana said softly.

"He certainly brightens up the place."

"One day he will leave us." Morgana said sadly.

Merlin nodded. "But he will come back, family always does." He wrapped his arm around his wife.

(Line Break - 1994)

The Quidditch World Cup between Bulgaria and Ireland had been epic in Harry's opinion.

Fourteen-year old Harry Potter had ventured out to see the match with his Master and Lady's blessing. He was a big fan of Quidditch. He rides on his Firebolt often around the Kingdom.

The Bulgarian Seeker had won the game for Bulgaria with a legendary manoeuvre, catching the golden snitch.

Afterwards, the fans were outside the stadium in tents, drinking and dancing to victories. Even the Irish were in festive moods despite the loss.

Then pandemonium erupted. People started crying and shouting. A lot of people were running, as if for their lives.

"Death Eaters are coming!" Someone yelled. A lot of voices said pretty much the same thing.

Harry knew what Death Eaters are. He had read about them in books. Instead of running away, he walked towards where the people were running from, drawing his wand.

His wand had been handcrafted by the self-proclaimed greatest Wand-maker in the world – Merlin himself. It was made of Ancient Holly, and the core was Thunderbird feather soaked in Harry's blood. And unholy and powerful combination, as Harry has Basilisk venom and Phoenix tears coursing through his veins. It was a precaution that Morgana had devised to inoculate him from any poison.

"Look what we have here." A man is black robes and white masks chuckled. "Little chickens separated from their family." The man's similarly robed companion laughed.

Harry saw the two men cornering two young blondes. The girls were teenagers. Seemingly, the older sister was protectively covering her younger sister, whom had ropes around her ankles.

The older sister pointed her wand at one of the masked wizards.

"Expelliarmus." Her wand flicked off out of her hand.

Daphne Greengrass edged back with her sister. She was prettified, and feared what was going to happen to her and her sister.

The man chuckled darkly. As he tugs on his trousers, he suddenly let off a scream before he fell forward, unconscious.

Daphne backed away before the man could crumble on her. She looked up to see a teenage boy around her age, his wand was held up. It was obvious he had come to her rescue. Quickly, she saw him raising his wand in defence as the other death eater began firing volleys of spells and curses. Daphne was worried for her rescuer, but he seemed to be doing find defending himself.

Harry could feel the intensity of the spells hitting his shield waning. It was time to attack. From the tip of his wand, he let loose a concentrated wave of energy. It hit the death eater squarely on the chest, knocking him back, seemingly winding him.

The man grunted, he saw Harry walking towards him.

"Damn it. Accio!" He pointed his wand at his unconscious companion.

Harry fired another stunner.

As soon as his friend reached him, the man activated his portkey. The stunner hit at the same time as both death eaters vanished.

Harry cursed as they got away. Hopefully, his last stunner still managed to hit. He quickly remembered the two ladies that were still nearby.

He kneeled beside them. "Hey, are you two okay?"

"We're fine, thanks to you." The older blond teen said.

Harry couldn't help but admire her beauty. She has shoulder length blonde hair, that cascade over her shoulders in elegant curls. She had piercing blue eyes, and a regal and statuesque physique.

Her younger sister was a younger and tinier carbon copy, more cute than beautiful in Harry's opinion.

Harry made a small slash with his wand at the younger girl's bindings. The ropes became loose.

"Thank you for saving us." Astoria Greengrass cried.

"It is my genuine pleasure." Harry Potter smiled.

"What's your name? We would like to know the name of our hero. You have an English accent, and you're definitely a Wizard, but I don't believe I've seen you at Hogwarts." Daphne Greengrass asked intently. There was something about the stranger that was familiar to Daphne, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Harry was about to answer, but then he heard voices coming their way.

"Astoria! Daphne! I was worried!" A middle-aged man called out, coming their way.

"It seems you two are safe now, I must get going now." Harry said with a smile, as he touches his necklace. "Blue Moon." He said, activating his portkey, and vanished.

"Daphne, who was that?" Cyrus Greengrass said with concern. "Did he do anything to you?"

"No, father." Daphne related.

"He save us from those masked men." Astoria cried as she quickly hugged her father.

Cyrus patted his youngest daughter's back as she cried. At the same time wondering the identity of the boy that had saved his daughters.

(Line Break)

"You what?!" Morgana half-yelled.

Harry kept quiet, knowing the question was rhetorical.

"Of all the Arthur-like thing to do, you chose to run towards Death Eaters!"

"I'm sorry." Harry said softly. "I just wanted to help."

Merlin had been quiet, at the same time, he had a proud gleam in his eyes. Morgana was proud too, but her concern for Harry outweighed such sentiments.

"Honey, I think Harry understands." Merlin finally said, Morgana began calming down.

Harry let out a small breath of relief.

"I'm proud that you save those girls." Morgana acknowledge with a small smile.

"It was the knightly thing to do." Harry smiled.

Morgana smiled, before sharing a look with her husband.

Merlin nodded. "Harry, there's something we wish to discuss with you."

"Okay." Harry waited.

"We want for you to start Hogwarts this year, you will be a Fourth Year." Said Merlin. "It'll be good for you to make friends with other Witches and Wizards your age. And there's another reason…"

Harry wasn't opposed to the idea, far from it, in fact. "I guess I don't mind. Sounds like fun. What's the other reason."

Morgana took a breath. "Harry dear, how much do you remember about your family."

Harry flinched and stiffened quickly, remembering the Dursleys.

"Not your cousin and his parents, I meant your nuclear family." Morgana corrected, realising her faux pas.

"My Aunt said my Mum and Dad died in a car crash." He answered robotically.

Morgana shook her head slowly. "Your Aunt lied to you. Your parents are very much alive."

Harry was shocked to say the least. "They are alive? Why did they…" He didn't have the strength to say 'left me'.

"From what we could gather, an incident when you were young left your magic severely drained, so much that they thought you were a squib."

"They abandoned me because they thought I can't do my magic?" Harry said, looking more hurt.

"We can't excuse what your parents did, but from your Aunt's memory, it appeared your mother didn't want to give you up, but she told her sister she believed you deserved a normal life, away from the dangers of the Wizarding world."

Harry's held back the tears.

"You see, your parents are James and Lily Potter." Merlin said softly.

Harry's breath hitched. He recognised those names. They were the names of the boy-who-lived's parents. God, that meant William Potter was his brother. Harry's mind was whirling.

"In a way, I believe she was trying to protect you. You've seen those masked people today; it was a lot worse back then. Those people who followed Voldermort would not hesitate against a child, especially someone they believed to be a squib." Merlin said.

"I-I." Harry didn't know what to say, he felt himself breathing faster. "I need to go." He turned around a ran to his room.

Morgana was about to go after him, but her husband grabbed her shoulders, gently. "Give him time."

Morgana sighed, knowing her husband was right.

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"Reparo." Harry said as the items in his room fixes itself and went back to their original positions. He had unleashed his anger on his rooms last night, and by morning, be barely had a wink of sleep.

He walked down towards kitchen, where he found Merlin and Morgana having breakfast.

"Good morning Harry, how are you feeling?" Morgana asked with concern.

"I'm better now. I just needed some space to breath. I'm sorry about last night." Harry admitted. "I came to a conclusion last night."

Merlin raised an eyebrow. "Pray tell."

"I'm glad my mother and father gave me to the Dursley. While it was a shame I never got to know them, at least I got to meet you two. The Potters may I have given birth to me, but in my heart, you two are my parents." He said boldly. "I love the both of you dearly. Always."

Merlin smiled warmly.

Morgana failed to hold back her tears, faster than a leopard, she engulfs Harry in a crushing hug. "We love you as well Harry." Be pushed Harry away so she can look at him. "I love you like you are my own son. Always remember that Harry." She wiped away her tears. "You can call me mother." She prompted.

"Mum." Harry called.

Morgana smiled and cried happily.

"Hey, don't forget me!" Merlin added.

"Dad." Harry said genuinely, causing Merlin to broaden his smile.

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Harry have gone ahead with moving to Hogwarts.

He had sent a letter to Professor McGonagall, under the name Harry Ambrosius. Ambrosius had been an early name that people had used in reference to Merlin.

They met at the Leaky Caldron in Diagon Alley.

Professor McGonagall appeared to be an aged by regal Witch. "Mr Ambrosius." The professor greeted.

"Pleasure to meet you professor." Harry returned.

"I understand that you wish to transfer to Hogwarts from Ilvermorny."

Harry nodded. "Yes, professor."

"Why, might I ask. Ilvermorny is a fine institution."

"My family moved to the Aisle. And Hogwarts suddenly became much closer than Ilvermorny." He smiled.

"By your age, you should be in fourth year, I believe."

"That is correct."

"Still, I want to see a demonstration of your level. I have been out of touch with the education standards at Ilvermorny." She said sternly. "I am the Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts. I feel I should want to see your understanding of the subject. Please transfigure this coaster into a quill, and back."

"As you wish." Harry waved his wand over the coaster, it turned into a beautiful quill. He then waved back, and it reverted back into a coaster. And then, just to show off, he turned the coaster into a mouse, before turning it back.

Professor McGonagall looked astounded. "Impressive, Mister Ambrosius, transfiguring an inanimate object into an animate object, and nonverbally too are NEWT level skills. I'm very impressed. Hogwarts would be lucky to have you."

"I'm afraid that I led you here under false pretences. My name is not really Harry Ambrosius, at least my last name isn't." He slid his transcript across the table.

Professor McGonagall ashen as he read the name on the report card. Distinctively, it said 'Harry Potter.' McGonagall looked up, the teen in front of her was a spitting image of James Potter. And his eyes were the same unique shade of green as Lily Potter.

"Dear Merlin, you're…" She gasped. "Do you know about your parents?"

Harry nodded.

"And do you resent them?" She challenged.

Harry sighed. "There's no point in dwelling on the past. I am who I am because of my experiences. I'm happy to be who I am. On that note, I would at like to see what kind of people they are with my own eyes. I hope you can keep this between us for now, at least until the sorting. I don't want to deal with the Daily Prophet anytime soon."

McGonagall nodded, following his wishes. "I must inform the Headmaster."

"Do as you must, professor." Harry said diplomatically.

"If you don't mind me asking, I know your parents. They told me you weren't capable of using magic."

"You mean me being a squib?" Harry laughed softly. "It's alright professor, I'm not offended. It seemed whoever diagnosed me as a squib made a mistake." He said with a shrugged. He was saying that Albus Dumbledore made a mistake without realising it.

"Why didn't your Aunt inform your mother when you began displaying any signs of magic. She was supposed to."

"I supposed she wanted to keep the money." Harry answered, based on what Morgana had informed him. "I only stayed with them for a couple of years though. A kind Wizard couple had taken me in and rescue me from the Dursley, they raised me and taught me magic. But they feel I should connect with my ancestral roots, which relates to me going to Hogwarts."

"Can you tell me the name of your magical guardians?" The professor inquired.

"I'm not at liberty to say. They are good people who treasures their privacy." Harry explained. "But if you give a Magical Oath not to disclose their identity to anyone else, then I'll tell you."

The professor slowly took out her wand after a moment of consideration. "I swear on my magic to not disclose the identity of the magical couple that took Harry Potter in from the Dursley to anyone who isn't privy to it until he gives me permission to do so, so mote it be." A stream of light marked the completion of the oath.

Harry smiled, satisfied with her oath. "Thank you professor. They are actually over there." He waved for Merlin and Morgana to walk over from a different table.

Merlin and Morgana came to their booth.

"Professor." They bowed.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance." The Professor inclined. She was confused, she had expected a much older couple. Merlin and Morgana looked like they were in their mind twenties.

Merlin waved his hand through the air. The air seemed to shimmered for a moment.

Professor McGonagall recognised a privacy spell when she saw one. It prevents others from listening in. Merlin had also cast a notice-me-not charm.

"This should give us some privacy." Merlin smiled.

The professor was stunned by the ease the young man had conjured the ward, with no wand and no incantation. She had never seen anything like it, aside from Albus Dumbledore. Now she was genuinely curious.

"My name is Merlin Emrys, and this is my wife, Morgana Pendragon." Merlin introduced.

"That's not possible." The professor refuted sensibly.

"I swear on my magic that what I just said was the truth, so mote it be." Merlin said, a slowly stream of light appeared.

"Dear Merlin." She said in astonishment, causing him to smile, as she just used his name. She looked like she was about to faint.

"How are you two still alive? And you two are married? I thought you two were mortal enemies."

"History is a bit muffled." Merlin laughed. "It's true my wife danced on the dark side for a bit, but she came back into the light. As for how we stayed alive this long, that is not something we can disclose, sorry."

"So, are you going to accept Harry into Hogwarts?" Morgana asked politely.

The Professor was still in shocked that she was talking to the infamous Morgan Le Fay.

"I see no reason why I shouldn't. I must say, it's an absolute honour to meet the two of you. I am a big fan." She smiled warmly.

"Don't be. We're just an old couple who have removed ourselves from the affairs of the world." Merlin admitted. "It's up to the younglings to fight for what is right now."

Harry was holding back a laugh, settling for a grin.

Seeing the grin plastered on the young teen's face, McGonagall shook her head. "That mischievous grin. I really hope you didn't inherit your father's streak for trouble." she added pointedly.

Merlin and Morgana grinned toothily. While Harry Potter flashed a guilty smiled.

Deep in Professor McGonagall's heart, she knew Harry Potter would create waves, and somehow, there was something exciting about that prospect she couldn't quite put her fingers on.

A/N: Chapter One done. Please Rate and Review :D

I sort of based Merlin and Morgana from the Show Merlin. Sorry for any spelling or grammatical error.