Hey everyone! Thanks for taking a look :) So this is my first Merlin and Harry Potter Crossover. Now I know there's a few but not nearly enough in my opinion. I've read a few and some ideas I had just stuck and I wanted to make my own. I hope you find some creativity in here! Now it is AU since its a crossover, but i'll try to stick with major and cannon facts. I'm adding a few now, some will be a surprise later on, but I'll state a few now. So Hogwarts is Camelot - I read in a few crossovers and I love the idea- Genius to whoever thought it first and hope you don't mind me using it. I finished the Merlin series so spoilers' if you haven't. Might want to come back if they bug you! Spoiler~~ Gwaine is a ghost - Yeah i know its a little campy but bear with me. So he dies right? and his death broke my heart- I feel like with what happened he could totally be a ghost, my own reasons for his being stuck will come out in later chapters. Anything else- deal with it. I'm doing this for fun and to add to the amazing stories in the fandoms. So just take it for what it is ,and feel free to give me some constructive criticism or ideas that really you want to see, I would love to know how to better myself!

Typical Disclaimer - I don't own Harry Potter or Merlin, but I am making a mini fictional world where they meet; and even that's been done :)

Prologue

The castle though covered with ivy and vines stood tall and proud. Hidden through the last few centuries by the loss of its people and name. The once broad paths that led up the main gates had since grown over with forest and sheltered it from visitors. The forests that once held patrols by the King's loyal knights were left to grow unchecked, and the beast's, both magical and not, once hunted now were left to rule it. It's legacy known throughout the islands and beyond yet its location shrouded by the mystery of the old religion.

"Camelot" whispered a cloaked man as he pushed through the last of the branches that hid it.

"Well don't just stand there Godric! Move out of the way, I don't fancy standing in the shrubbery all day." A deep voice retorted from behind the man. Seconds later a second cloaked man was pushing his way through the bushes and into the small clearing in front of the castle.

"Though fine shrubbery it is deary, I've never seen so many varieties of plants. Oh I'm a tingle just thinking of categorizing and exploring it." A sweet voice carried from behind the two men. The woman emerged from the bush and pushed back her hood to take a good look at the castle.

"Quite a bit of work we have for ourselves." The stout woman commented after taking in the abundant foliage. The last member of the group emerged from the bushes and although also removed her hood refrained from commenting, only running a speculative look over it with her sharp eyes.

"Well no time like the present! Let's go! Took months to track this place down and a few vines Shan't deter me." The first man shouted clapping his hands together and looking at his companions. His thick beard doing nothing to hide the wild smile on his face, his deep brown eyes lighting up as he gave an encouraging look to his companions. The second man sighed and looked over the castle again. His calculating gaze taking in the lack of ruin.

"It is definitely a magic place. The castle seems to be in great shape for the amount of plants that cover it. I might be inclined to believe you've actually done it Godric, though whether it is The Camelot is yet to be seen." The slightly smaller man stated.

"Well the things you can hear in a tavern are many my friend!" Godric laughed out,

"And clearly you left with much more than information! If it were not for me you would still be leading us through the forest drunk, prey to the animals." The taller woman snarked. Clearly tired from her travels her cunning eyes darted back to the castle and then to Godric, "Honestly, how ever did you survive before you met us when you can't even use a compass?" She bit out.

"Now Rowena, just because you did not determine the location of the castle yourself does not mean you should take it out on Godric." The shorter man commented with a smirk, much to the humor of Godric and the stouter woman.

"I did not see you putting any input in Salazar, or you Helga. Instead only encouraged this boisterous buffoon." Snapped the weary woman. The 'boisterous buffoon' only slung an arm around Rowena and chuckled.

"Now, Now. We are all tired. Trekking all day and facing many a creature is taxing on all our patience. Let us make rest in the safety of the courtyard and then leave exploring the castle till tomorrow. What do you say?" Salazar sighed and nodded, turning toward the castle. Helga nodded and smiled warmly at her friends and turned to follow Salazar. Rowena huffed and shook off Godric's arm and went after her. Godric only guffawed at his friends antics and with a quick check back to the forest he followed their trail into the tall grass.

When they reached the courtyard the group set their packs down and pulled their wands from their cloaks.

"I will set up the tent." Helga volunteered cheerily, "Then start us on something to eat."

"Sounds lovely Helga, I will start setting up some protective spells." Rowena returned.

"I will set up some over there as well, I do not want to be woken by any of those forest dwellers tonight." Salazar intoned, setting off towards the gates.

"Excellent!" Godric cheered clapping his hands, "Let me help Helga, two extra hands and a second wand make for quicker work."

"Indeed they do Godric." Helga returned as she rose up the tent with a wave of her wand. After the rather slight tent stood freely they disappeared into the deceptively large inside to set the rooms and start on the dinner.

In the castle

"It's been a long time since we had visitors" Spoke the old man standing by the window. The spectral man beside him eyed the visitors, youthful in appearance with shoulder length brown hair and stubble. His nature was shown however by the opaque and transparent look that told he no longer belonged of this world. The specter gave a quick look to his old friend. He may have had wrinkles covering everywhere and a bend in his back, but with wise and bright blue eyes he held told of something beyond a mortal nature as well.

"Aye," The specter replied, " I'm glad you've come back to visit for a bit. Just in time to see the first guests in near 230 years. I've been lonely without you and everyone. You should visit sooner next time." The specter stated rather solemnly. The old man turned with guilty eyes to his friend.

"I'm sorry Gwaine. If I knew how to let you pass on I would. I even tried using the Horn but-"

"It's not you mate. It's me. I know whats holding me back. It cant be fixed yet, but if what you said is right, someday." Gwaine replied looking kindly at his old friend. Gwaine, once one of King Arthur's bravest knights, floated proudly beside the window. His connection to this world holding him from moving on, and allowing him to see all that had befallen his home; a truly sad fate in the old man's eyes. Turning back to the window he observed the strangers.

"They're magic." the old man stated with no surprise, his eyes watching the waving of the wands and showers of light that were going on in the courtyard.

"What do you reckon they're here for? And whats with the sticks?" Gwaine questioned with a tilt of his head.

"I'm not sure, perhaps to see the 'ruins' of Camelot? The sticks are wands. There is a new kind of magic coming about. As I traveled I've seen a change in magic, its becoming more select." The old man replied.

"Select? Is it not the same as it always was?"

"Yes, it's still there fading though it may be, the old religion that is. But a new kind is starting to develop... from those who came in with the Saxons. It's as if magic is trying to find new forms to express itself. It is born into the children like Morgana and myself, though not nearly as powerful. It chooses randomly from what I've seen, but can be passed on to children from parents. It is not as strong as the old religion. This new kind expresses itself first in children. If it doesn't then you are unable to use it, unlike the old religion. The practitioners are quick to limit it." The old man spoke as he walked from the window to the table to sit. Gwaine took one last look as the strangers entered into the tent.

"That must be quite tight in there."Gwaine commented with a smile shook his head, turning to look at his friend.

"It's magicked to be larger on the inside."

"Really? Now that's convenient. But what did you say about limiting?"

"Convenient indeed" The old man spoke as he lent back into the old chair."From what I've seen they encourage them to use a medium for their magic. While a good idea for amplification - my staff does the same." He nodded to the tall wooden staff with a beautiful blue crystal at the top leaning against the wall. "Doing it so dependently however makes it harder for them to learn it without a medium. It does seem that not many of them can do it without a wand now. It's not as strong... Maybe because they don't use the old tongue but the new Latin one?" The last part seemed more to himself then to Gwaine who only nodded pretending to know the greater workings of magic.

"Well whatever it is wont affect the castle will it? What do you think they're planning?"

"No, my magic on this place is far stronger than anything they could do. We shall see what they want soon though."

The Next Day Outside the Castle

Stretching Godric exited the tent and looked towards the main doors of the castle. The dark oak doors still stood and were fastened tight. Nothing a simple wave of a wand could not fix. As he waited for his companions to finish dressing and readying he continued to look over the magnificent castle. Its stone walls held no damage or ruin that he could notice, strange for how long it had been rumored to have stood for. He was not too surprised though, the magic in the air was almost palatable. Godric felt a yearning to explore it and find all its secrets and treasures. If all went well this castle could be his and his friends new home as well as the home of many young wizards and witches. A safe haven in their increasingly dangerous world. He moved aside as the flaps parted for Helga to step through. Her soft looking auburn hair was tied up and her blue eyes bright in her excitement for the day to come. Godric returned her warm smile and the pair turned to wait for Rowena and Salazar who were decidedly not morning people. Salazar pushed through the tent flaps with far more aggression then necessary,

"Really Godric? The sun is barely breaking from the horizon. Could this not have waited a few more hours?" His tired green eyes reflecting his ire and a small twitch in his left brought a chortle from Godric.

"Morning's must be seized upon my friend! Especially one as monumental as this!" He gestured broadly with a wide toothy smile on his face. Helga nodded her accession.

"The pair of you, honestly. A sharp mind needs plenty of rest." Rowena declared as she too broke free from the tent. Her sharp grey eyes held bags under them and her clothes slightly more rumpled then her companions.

"We went to bed early, nearly eight hours sleep was yours my dear Rowena." Godric state soothingly to her while waving his wand towards her to take away the dirt and straighten them like his and his two other friends had.

"Indeed You did Godric, for your snoring kept me awake most of the night." Rowena snarked. Godric looked slightly abashed but with a boyish smile apologized. Rowena could never stay mad at him for long. She sighed and pushed past them.

"Let us see if this castle is up to our needs. For certainly we can fix what we must. It does seem size-ably fair." Rowena began as she marched towards the ornate doors. The three friends shared a smile before following after. To their great surprise the castle, unlike its outside, was still beautiful and fresh on the inside. The tapestry's still hung with bright colors and armor still shone in the light that streamed in through the windows. The four made their way down the halls and pushed onwards to the larger rooms, all the while taking in the magnificence.

"Merlin! This place is huge!" Godric called laughingly as he pushed the doors into the great hall. The others nodded trailing behind, each caught up in the beauty of the castle.

"There's no need to shout, I'm right here." A voice called from the upper dais of the Hall. All four of the travelers were shook from their revere and pulled their wands out to face the voice.

"Who's there!" Bellowed Godric.

"You just said it yourself - Merlin." The voice replied. A deep laugh followed from somewhere around the shadows of the dais as well. Deeper than the first voice.

"Who do you take us for. State your names and come out from the shadows." Salazar voiced evenly.

"Young people, no respect. Eh Gwaine?" Said the older voice.

"None indeed mate." The deep voice replied.

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed and feel free to give me some pointer or opinions :)