"Papa, I got the letter. It finally came." A young Morgana called out as she barged into her father's office. Closely followed by Arthur.

"Me too father. I told you Morgana that I wasn't a squib!" Morgana stuck out her tongue at him.

"They probably made a mistake," Morgana argued back. Uther raised his eyebrow at his children.

"Squib? I will not have squibs in this house, and I want to hear no more of this, this silly talk." He glared at them both. He took both letters and looked through them carefully. "Very well, I will take you to buy your school supplies tomorrow." They both smiled at that. "I have important work with the ministry to do. I have a meeting in half an hour and I expect you two, to be quiet and behaved. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, father." they both said simultaneously. Uther cleared his throat.

"Good. Now leave me, for I am very, very busy." They left the office silently, only to speak again once the door was closed.

"I'm going to meet up with Gwen, want to come?"

"With you?" Arthur scoffed, "No thanks. But do tell Guinevere I say hello" Morgana glared at him and stormed off.

LATER

Morgana knocked on the door to Gwen's house. It was opened within seconds and she was greeted by Gwen's smiling face. "I got the letter a couple of days ago, did you? I mean, of course, you did, you're you but not in a bad way I just mean that-" She was cut off before she could ramble any further.

"Yes Gwen, I got the letter. We're going to Hogwarts!"

"Oh Morgana, this is so great! What house do you think you'll be in? What house do you think I'll be in? "

"No clue, just as long as we're not in Slytherin. We all know how evil that house is."

"Come on, your fathers in that house, and we both know that, that's just a rumor."

"My father being in that house proves that its evil. Did you know you-know-who was in that house too? I bet they were friends." Morgana said in a hushed tone.

"Don't be ridiculous, they weren't even in the same year. Anyways I was thinking that we should go shopping for our school supplies together. I've never actually been to Diagon Alley, you know with my dad being a muggle and all. It would be so fun to go with each other" Gwen gushed excitedly.

"Not a good idea. Fathers supposed to take Arthur and me, and we both know how he is around muggles." Morgana said somberly, Gwen's face fell in disappointment. "Speaking of Arthur though, he says to let you know he says hi." Gwen blushed embarrassed.

"Well that's okay, you should spend more time with Uther. You hardly do things together as a family." Morgana rolled her eyes.

"Really Gwen, if he wanted to spend more time with us he would, but he doesn't." Morgana made her way to the staircase "Let's go upstairs, we have to start deciding what we'll bring with us. We both know that will take forever."

MEANWHILE

After wandering around the house for a bit, Arthur heard voices from his father's office. He crept up to the door, only pausing to make sure none of the house elves were around to tattle on him for eavesdropping. He put his ear to the door. "Lucius, I don't want to be apart of this. Not unless it is a sure thing." He noticed his father's voice was deeply annoyed.

"Of course it's a sure thing, Uther. You worry too much. We've been planning this for years. This war is happening, now the question is, whose side are you on? The winning side or the losing side?" The man who must be named Lucius, purred. He jumped a bit when there was a loud slam.

"But what of the boy Lucius? You know the one that lived? I will not put myself in jeopardy if one boy, one little boy can bring us all down." His father sounded angry and he did not want to be anywhere near him when he sounded like that.

"The boy will not be a problem much longer, I can assure you of that." Before Arthur could listen to his father's reply he heard footsteps coming towards the door. He made a break for it, running as fast and as silently as he could. He ran all the way to his room and shut the door. Who is this boy they were talking about? Why wouldn't he be a problem anymore? What war? And who the bloody hell is this Lucius guy his father was talking to? Not being to come up with any answers he decided to try and forget the whole conversation. Father would handle it all. Its none of his business, so he should just let his father figure it out. After all, there's no reason to not trust father? Though Arthur still felt wrong about the whole situation he overheard.

The next day he woke to Morgana banging on his door. "Arthur! Wake up, breakfast is in ten and then papas going to take us to Diagon Alley." Arthur rolled out of bed tripping over his duvet twice. And struggled to get dressed. He knew father would want him to look respectable when they were out so he tried to dress it up a bit. Though he wasn't very successful in this, fashion was not his forte, unlike Morgana on the other hand. He raced downstairs and into the smaller dining room and saw his father and Morgana waiting at the table impatiently. He pulled out a chair across from Morgana and sat down. He looked nervously at his father. Waiting for the man to berate him for being late. The only thing that came through was a glare. Uther took out the paper and began reading and waited to be served.

They ate in silence as usual. Uther reading the daily prophet, occasionally making annoyed expressions. Eventually, Uther stood up, quite abruptly. He cleared his throat and told them that they were leaving for Diagon Alley. Arthur and Morgana smiled at each other and raced towards the floo. This could be quite possibly the second best day of his life. First best, of course, was reserved for the day he actually got to Hogwarts.

Authors Note: I know Gwen, Arthur and Uther don't have magic in the original Merlin series but this is them reborn. So who cares. Also the plot wouldn't work if they didn't have magic.