Disclaimer: See chapter 1.

Author's Notes about the Timeline: I did some research for the Arthurian legends and history and here's what I found. Source: .

Arthur lived in late 5th century – early 6th century with probable birth year of 465 A.D and the Battle at Camlann where the probable death of Arthur's demise was in 542 A.D, which makes Arthur 77 years old when he dies. Of course, I will possibly have to alter this time line some to work for my own story or everyone will have to imagine our characters aging more than they did in the Merlin television series.

I re-wrote chapter 1 because I figured the story would work better if Harry, now referred to as Henry, arrived in the past as his teenage self. As it is I have chosen to do a time jump in this chapter to just after season 1 of Merlin, but before or just after the start of season 2.

Harry is 20.

Arthur is 21.

Morgana is 22.

Gwen is 21.

Merlin is 20.

Added Author's Note: Right now, Harry has no sigil/coat-of-arms because he's not considered a nobleman. The sigil/coat-of-arms will come later.

Also, if re-read chapter 1 you'll note that I have changed the sigil/coat of arms for Harry to be closer resemblance to a phoenix. The sigil/coat of arms will evolve over time as the story evolves. Eventually the result for the sigil/coat of arms will become an important representation of the British Magical community unity. Changes to first chapter are as follows:

Next, the vision changes to where he can see himself wearing black armor behind there is a banner that has a gold phoenix with wings expanded and tipped upward pose and head facing front, a lightning bolt and sword clutched in its red talons on a field as black as the night sky and in the top left corner of the banner a silver dragon biting his tail flew in a circle, standing in front of a crowd gathered in a Great Hall similar to the one at Hogwarts.

Ouroboros

Book 1-The Circle Begins

Chapter 2 – Our Story Begins

Kingdom of Camelot

Southwest England

Circa 485 A.D.

It's been four years since, Harry's arrival in the past his time has been spent training in the ways of old magic. Nimueh and her followers have made sure that the goddess's mysterious champion were educated in all manners of importance from magic to swordsmanship and courtly etiquette.

Harry Potter, more commonly known in this time as, Henry Darhkmor, had been sent away from his mentor, Nimueh, for the last year of his training. He was to spend the year traveling the isles gaining isles amongst the druids and various magic users who hid themselves in fear of being persecuted.

Sometime ago, Henry received word from Nimueh that he needed to return to the Isle of the Blessed. Sadly, by the time he arrived, it was to late, Nimeuh dead. The only clues came from the from the letter she had written mentioning plans that had gone awry involving Uther Pendragon. He needed to find answers even if it meant entering the dragon's stronghold.

Henry had passed the borders into a Camelot some days prior. Though, the closer he traveled to Camelot the more excited his magic seem to become. The feeling of longing and completion grew within him as he neared the kingdom's capital city.

He was less than a day's ride from Camelot when he heard shouting and the sound of metal clanging together in fierce battle. He followed the noise until he came across a fight between a small group of well-trained men in red cloaks and chainmail armor were being attacked by a larger group of bandits. ^ How fortitudinous ^ Henry mused recognizing the sigil of the golden dragon on a red field as being the Knights of Camelot. ^ The knights of Camelot losing to a bunch of renegades. ^

The last knight of Camelot standing was dealt a final blow. Henry had no intention of helping the knights. Anyone who would swear to protect the innocent and then follow the words of a King who would kill someone just because they had magic were not worthy of being saved.

"Get your hands off me!" A woman shouted as she and her hand-maiden were dragged out of the forest by the bandits who chased them. The woman must have been of noble birth, because she was dressed in finely made clothes of expensive fabrics. Her dress was a blue velvet color hugged her in all the right places before flaring out just below her hips.

His opinion of her nobility was further confirmed by how soft her hands appeared her pale skin, which seemed to glow with just a hint of makeup and how carefully her hair was styled. The way she stood also suggested that she was someone of high status within the castle. She stood up right without slouching while conveying an air of superiority, confidence and authority.

The other woman appeared to be of the working class. She was dressed in plainer appearing clothing. Her hair was slightly un-kept; she slouched some and held a laundry basket on her left side. The woman was still beautiful with dark eyes which showed her happiness and friendly nature. Her skin tone told him that she must have been descended from some slaves brought to England by the Roman conquers.

The woman was obviously someone important to Uther. ^ Why else would she being escorted by Uther's knights? ^ He mused. His suspicions confirmed when the leaders of the bandits next words.

"I'm sure Uther Pendragon will pay a king's ransom to get his pretty little ward back." The leader laughed. His men following with jeers of their own. "until then, Lady Morgana, you and your servant can enjoy the company of me and my men."

"You'll never get away with this!" Morgana told them fiercely. Henry's magic roared within him at the sight of the women being man-handled.

The woman, Morgana, caught his eye and stolen his breath away stood a few feet away from him. His own code of chivalry against harming women and the irony of his magic driving him to act to protect the Lady Morgana. ^ Ward of Uther's or not no woman deserves to be treated in such a manner. ^ Henry thought bitterly. He couldn't allow any harm to come to either of the women.

So, with a surge of Gryffindor courage and disregard for his own safety. Henry dismounted his horse. He rushed into the mayhem having drawn his sword from a fallen bandit that was clearly dead. Henry began to swing his sword as he had been taught.

Using his natural talents of speed, agility and quick reflexes that his body had been built for; in his favor when facing his opponents. Henry was surprisingly able to hold his own while fighting and winning against a few of the bandits. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw both women pick up swords of their own and begin to fight the thugs.

His attention split between taking out the few remaining bandits and keeping an eye his unlikely comrades. He missed blocking a swing from his component. The other man's sword slicing his abdomen. The cut was deep, but luckily not life threatening. This didn't stop Henry from fighting. He kept his wits about him and blocked every blow that came at him. His body was working on pure adrenaline which pumped through his veins to keep the fatigue away and to numb the pain from his injuries.

At his opponents next opening, Henry makes a stab with his sword that catches the man in the chest, killing him. The man dropped dead. His fellow bandits either dead or escaping into the woods upon spying the reinforcements from Camelot. The reinforcements chased after the bandits except for a small number.

"Morgana are you and Gwen alright?" Henry heard a young knight ask as he dismounted his horse.

"We're fine, Arthur." Morgana announces tiredly, "We were saved by the timely intervention of…Are you alright?" Morgana questions with worry at noticing the blood on Henry's tunic and rushing to his side.

The second, Henry's gazed into Morgana's eyes he felt as if his world had fallen out from under him only to right itself all over again where his only concern was for the woman in front of him. Little did he know that Morgana was also feeling the same. Unseen by anyone, the ouroboros mark glowed briefly as their left hands met.

Morgana's friends looked on with concern for the young man. "I – I uh…" He stammered as he tried to reply. His adrenaline rush was wearing off. His body was protesting the abuse that it had been forced to endure. Henry could feel the throbbing pain from his abdominal wound.

Becoming dizzy as the world seemed to spin before his eyes; his vision began to blur. In the next moment everything went completely dark as he collapsed forward.

(Scene Changes)

Camelot

Gaius's chambers

Henry awoke from his unconsciousness. He still felt weak and tired. His body ached all over with his abdomen hurting the worst. Slowly, he opened his eyes only to shut them to block out the bright sunlight that filled the room.

Blinking several times as he tried to give his eyes time to adjust to the bright light: he tried to recall the last memories that he had. When he did remember, he was quick to sit up from the bed that he was lying in. This caused his shoulder to flare in an incredible amount of pain.

"Here drink this. It will help with the pain," said an unknown man who put a small glass bottle into his right hand.

Henry did as he was told and hurriedly gulped down the unknown medicine. "Thank you." He said grateful for the medicine that was starting to take effect.

Looking to the unknown man, Henry figured that the older man was at least sixty. The healer had snow white hair that came to just above his shoulders. He wore a long robe that was red in color and had intricate designs sown around the collar, wrist cuffs and on opposite sides of the robes fastenings.

"How long have I been unconscious?" Henry asked the man who had sat in a chair next to the cot that he currently occupied.

"About a day" was the man's reply, "You were brought here so that I might tend to your wounds."

"Thank you," Henry replied. He had a feeling that he was in Camelot and that this man must be the court's physician. If his suspicions were confirmed he would need to be careful of the man tending to him.

The healer unwrapped the cloth bandages which covered Henry's abdominal injury.

"Your wound is healing better than I could have hoped for." The healer announced reaching for a bowl of some type of green paste. The man then began to apply the salve to the stitch work which held his wound closed.

"I've always been a fast healer…um…could I ask what your name is?" Henry said, watching what the healer was doing.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry for not introducing myself. I'm Gaius, the court physician for Camelot." The healer confirmed Henry's suspicions, "I would imagine that you would have had to be a fast healer from what I have seen of the scars."

"Um, yeah – things have been difficult at times." Henry replied with unease. The healer would have to take notice of the faded scars that crisscrossed his back. The problem is Henry couldn't remember exactly how he received the scars. He felt like he should remember, but for the life of him he couldn't.

"Since, I have told you who I am. Why don't you tell me about yourself – starting with your name?" Gaius said after sensing the need to change the subject. He wrapped the injured shoulder in clean cloth bandages.

"Sorry, I'm Henry Blackmore." He announced, leaving the Darhkmor name unsaid due to Gaius having knowledge of the Darhkmor coven and who it's last matriarch's identity. The Blackmore name was agreed upon to use instead because they were a known noble family of Deira who had unknown ties to the Darhkmor coven. They were also believed to have been all wiped out do to the Saxons invading their lands in Deira.

"It is nice to meet you Henry Blackmore. Any ties to the Blackmore family of Deira?" Gaius questioned with curiosity. "Yes, or that's what I've been told." Henry said pulling the signet ring the magically altered signet ring from it's hiding place, a secret pocket woven into his belt.

"The Saxon who ransacked my family's lands found me hiding amongst the burnt-out ruins of my family's estates when I was little more than a year old. The man took pity on me and took me in, raising me alongside his own son. He died last year. His son freed me upon his father's death from servitude to the family. The son, Ragnar, told me he couldn't return my family or their lands, but he could still give me a birthright. So, he returned this ring and gave me a ship so that I might return to the lands of my birth." Henry told the recited the sorrowful tale concocted by Nimeuh.

"I am sorry to hear of the hardships you have faced and I certainly inform the King as to your identity. I will also let the Lady Morgana will be happy to hear that you've awakened. But for now, I think it would be for the best if you were to rest some more. The king will want to speak with you when your well enough. There that is all I can do for now. I will change the bandages again this evening." Gaius said as he began to pack away his medical supplies.

"I want you to take a sip of this healing potion every morning and again before you turn in for the night." Gaius said while he fetched a medium sized bottle that contained a bluish-purple liquid. Henry recognized the potion as being a healing potion so he didn't hesitate to drink.

"It should help to prevent any infections." Gaius informed him of what it was for. "In the next day or two, if you're feeling better. Uther has ordered that chambers be set up for you in the castle.

"I appreciate the offer, but I don't want to impose upon the king's hospitality" The truth was Henry didn't want to accept any of the kings so called kindness.

"Nonsense, Uther would insist." Gaius assured him. "He believes it's the least that he could do to repay you for saving his wards life."

Feeling as if he would just be going around in circles arguing with Gaius. Henry laid back on the cot to try to get some rest.

(Scene Changes)

Sometime later, Henry awoke again to someone gently caressing his hair. "What is it about you, Henry? Why can't I get you out of my head?" She asked him in a whisper. Morgana had learned his name from Gaius.

Henry slowly opened his eyes to find the Lady Morgana sitting next to him and running her fingers through his hair.

"Milady?" Henry asked his voice rough from sleep. He reached up with his left hand to gently grasp her own left hand, stopping it from caressing his hair. The moment their hands connected, their eyes glowed, the marks on the wrists glowed and sparks of magic jumped between their fingertips as their magic connected.

Morgana gasped "Do you have magic?" having pulled her hand away from his missing the touch of his hand immediately.

Finding he couldn't not lie to her. "Yes, milady." He spoke quietly surveying the room to see if they were alone.

"It's alright. We're alone." Morgana wanted to put his mind at ease. "Gaius is talking with Uther about the discovery of who your parents were and the possibility of letting you stay in Camelot."

"Milady," Henry began to speak.

"Please, call me Morgana." She said correcting him.

"Alright, Morgana. As much as it would pain to do so. I can't stay here. Please, understand if Uther finds out."

"He won't find out. I promise." She pleaded with him. "Please, stay, please for me. You see I have magic too or at least that's what the druids tell me. I see events in my dreams that haven't come to yet to come to pass, but a short time later they happen just like in my dreams."

"You're a seer?" Henry questions puzzled that he would meet two true seers within just a few years of each other.

"Yes, that's what the druids told me my dreams were. They also said I am capable of magic, but that I would need instruction in how to utilize my gifts." Morgana informed him. Hoping that he would stay despite the dangers.

"Alright, I'll stay, for you." Henry agreed with a smile. He knew that he would do anything for this woman even if it meant walking through the fires of hell because she asks it of him. "Let never be said that I turn down a beautiful lady such as yourself."

Morgana smiled at hearing that he would stay, and she didn't miss the way he called her beautiful. Of course, she had heard comments on her beauty before, but never did they mean anything to her until Henry spoke them.

"Ah, Morgana! Keeping our guest company, I see." Gaius said, walking into his chambers where he spotted the two sitting rather close together.

"Yes, Gaius." Morgana moved to a more proper distance from Henry's side. Both magic users already missing the closeness they were sharing.

"I was making sure that Henry was comfortable and trying to convince him to stay in Camelot for a while as my guest." Morgana said giving his hand an affectionate squeeze before standing to address the court's physician properly.

"And what of your decision, Henry." Gaius said mixing a healing potion for his patient.

"It would be impolite of me to turn down such a beautiful lady's offer." Henry said with a glance in Morgan's direction. "So, I will be staying for the present time."

"Wonderful! But you need to rest." Gaius said. "You're still on the mend." He moved to Henry's side. Handing him the healing potion.

Henry took the potion from the healer. "Well then I should go. I will stop by and check on you later, Henry."

Henry watched Morgana retreat from the healer's quarters before downing the potion. Feeling the pain-relieving properties of the potion taking affect. "Thank you, Gaius." He said handing the vial back to the physician.

Taking the vial, Gaius returned to his work. Henry relaxed into the cot. His mind filled with thoughts Morgana and what his future held for him in Camelot.

End of Chapter Notes: I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to update this story, but I had a bit of writer's block on how to proceed with the story. I finally, cleared the writer's block by rewriting chapter 1. However, I loss some interest in writing during the holidays after loosing my grandmother prior to Christmas. She was always interested and encouraging of my writing even through it's just fanfiction.