(Okay, so I have had this idea in my head (I almost said in my ears for some reason...) forever, actual years. And I've tried writing it so many times, you can actually see the very beginning of this story, I posted a few chapters a few years ago. However, I decided to start at another part of the story. So here's to attempt number 500 I guess?! Basically, it's a mix of two of my favorite things; Harry Potter and Merlin, and why should these two things not go together? It makes perfect sense, as the whole magic thing can tie them together. And, now I would like to point out that I came up with this idea BEFORE Cursed Child, BUT my distaste in it made me continue developing it...in my head. Now, if you like Cursed Child, that's okay, you can, you can even still read this if you would like, I'm just going to tell a MUCH better story than that. Just a warning also, there will be a bit of stuff happening in the past, so flash back type things, that are not going to be in order, I'll try to explain it the best I can, but it might be a little bit of you figuring it out for yourselves at times. Okay, anyway, enjoy and reminder; I don't own anything.)

A Kind Of Magic

Chapter One

The March of the Black Queen

'Robert McKnee was found dead today in his Welsh home, his wife says she went out for tea with her friends and came home to find McKnee sitting in his arm chair like he normally spent his time. According to her, he was enjoying his retirement quite a lot. "He looked just fine, real peaceful like, I almost didn't notice," his wife explained, still looking rather shaken up about the evenings events. "I did find it odd, he had his old work briefcase and things were all thrown about, looked like he might've been looking for something..." McKnee used to work for the Ministry of Magic, The Department of Mysteries to be exact and his wife, Elanor, doesn't think this was just a chance bit of fate either. "It doesn't make sense, he was in perfect health, mind his age." Whether or not she is right, is still left to be decided. Our reporters will, of course, keep up to date with the latest news-'

Merlin set down the news paper and rubbed his face with his hands. His head hurt, his head always hurt any more. It had been just a little over one year since The Battle of Hogwarts, and another lunatic trying to gain power for whatever reason was just exactly what the Wizarding World didn't need right now. And yes, he supposed it was true, that he didn't think Robert McKnee's death was a chance bit of fate either. It was definitely the act of someone, someone Merlin knew very well. Merlin looked up now, his eyes were trying to adjust to the purely whiteness of Arthur's kitchen. He still lived in his father's house, no matter the pleas from Merlin to move in with him. But maybe he just didn't like the dingy, blueness of Merlin's kitchen, Arthur was a Pureblood anyway, and no, Merlin didn't want to get into the thoughts of how odd that was, due to their dealings in the past involving that of magical abilities, Merlin had already toiled enough with that thought. Either way, now, here, Arthur was a Pureblood, and has grown up spoiled, (nothing new there,) only expecting the best. In fact, when Merlin had first met him he had at least six House Elves, that was until shortly after the Wizarding War ended and a girl by the name of Hermione Granger convinced Arthur to set the lot free. There was a solid week of angry elves rioting on the lawn after that.

Arthur, the man himself, walked into the kitchen, hair as blond as ever, golden almost, and pure, blue eyes narrowed in worry. He threw his own copy of The Daily Prophet onto the rather fancy, wooden, table and plopped down in the seat exactly in front of Merlin. "It was Morgana, wasn't it?" said Arthur, voice, slightly deeper in this life, and edged in fear. "What are we going to do, Merlin?"

"I'm thinking, it was, yeah," he replied, but didn't answer Arthur's question, because, he really didn't know what they were supposed to do. "She's up to something," he continued though, because Arthur's eyes were getting narrower, and Merlin had come so far with him, he couldn't afford to backtrack now. "We have to figure out what and stop her...again."

"I don't understand," said Arthur now, eyes widening from the slits they had been before, to look around his own purely white kitchen, as if lost. "I thought she had changed, she seemed so different." Arthur pushed the news paper away from him, like it had wronged him, and looked very troubled indeed. "I thought I was the wrong one this time."

"You were," said Merlin, and put a smirk on his lips. "But weren't you always?" He was trying some of that banter they used to be so good at, but clearly this was not the right time and Arthur only scowled at him. "I thought she had changed too, but maybe this is always what's destined to happen? This is the second time now, maybe she's always meant to betray us?"

"I don't believe that," said Arthur, though, it looked more like he didn't want to believe it, rather than did not. "Maybe we can still talk sense into her?" Merlin shrugged, picking up his copy of the paper, not so much to read it, put to toil with the thoughts in his head without having to face Arthur. "It was Morgana who broke into Hogwarts last week, but why? What could she be doing?" continued Arthur, Merlin didn't say anything, mostly because he really didn't have any idea what Morgana could possibly need in Hogwarts of all places. "She never went there, she was Muggleborn...her family was too poor to send her to school..."

Merlin had known all about that, he had been in constant contact with Dumbledore in those days, it was he who refused to teach her any magic. He had hoped maybe her limited skills in magic might help her keep her head straight. Well, she had a different teacher, and in the end realized her natural born powers, the ones he, Merlin, assumed she was using now. After all, Morgana and Merlin were born of old magic, they needn't use wands if they didn't want to.

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Merlin walked through the creaking door, eyes downcast, he almost didn't want to see, he didn't want to see her. It had been so long, over a thousand years. Arthur looked the same, but would she? Would her green eyes still search his, as if for answers that he couldn't give her? Would she turn against him again? Was he greeting his enemy once more? However. before he had more time to ponder these thoughts, the resident of the household rounded on him, as if he had a personal squabble with him.

"Where the hell have you been?" the man asked, Merlin looked up in surprise, forgetting his previous concerns. "The last meeting was over two weeks ago and no one's heard anything from you." Merlin's lips curled into a smile, not a nice one. It was a bit rich coming from an ex-convict, and all the other things Sirius Black was known for, that he was giving Merlin a scolding for tardiness. "At least a letter saying you'll be missing the meeting, so we don't think you're dead...?"

"Sorry I missed the last meeting," said Merlin, trying to hide his amusement with the covering of his mouth with his hand, him dead? Right, if only he knew how impossible that was. "I was on...Order business," he lied. "And it took...longer than expected."

"Well, that's news to Dumbledore," said Sirius, seriously. "He thought something happened to you."

"Me?" said Merlin, ego at an all high level. "Never..." But his eyes had landed on something else now, someone else. A young, and no denying it, beautiful, lady emerged from the stairs, dark hair, possibly even darker than Merlin's, flowed around her. Her eyes, just as piercing, just as emerald, if not more so than Merlin remembered them, landed on his icy blue ones and his heart rate quickened, his mouth fell open. He remembered being this enchanted the very first time he had seen Morgana, too. Sirius, obviously knowing a lost cause when he saw one, turned around now also, and looked much less distracted by Morgana being there than Merlin was. Merlin noticed, she had yet to speak a word.

"That's the girl you were supposed to go get," said Sirius, still sounding rather begrudged, but Merlin couldn't careless, his mind was elsewhere. A million different places, a million different thoughts buzzing in his mind.

"I was...busy," he lied, yet again. He didn't look at Sirius again, his eyes kept on Morgana. He felt longing in his heart, like that of those he felt when he had dealings with Arthur, and he knew what these were, he had missed him. Had he missed her? He was scared, terrified of her in fact, yet he wished things could be different so desperately. He wanted to trust her but he just couldn't. Too many memories were playing in his minds eye and he couldn't barely see anymore. "I have to go," he said, abruptly. Sirius scowled.

"But haven't you come to fill out your report for Dumbledore?" Merlin raised an eyebrow, looking over his shoulder at Sirius. "No, I won't make it up for you again."

"It was worth a shot," Merlin retorted, he didn't care, he didn't care about the war against Voldemort right now. With one more look at Morgana, he was gone, and he wouldn't return for quite some time.

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Arthur was rooting through stuff in his room and Merlin lounged on the floor, rereading this morning's Daily Prophet and trying to make sense of what Morgana was planning. "Ah, look," said Arthur. "My Gryffindor jumper." Merlin looked up, mildly interested. "I still remember the day my father found out I was in Gryffindor and not Slytherin, I had hid it for months..." Merlin smiled at the thought, though, he had always found the separate houses a bit stupid, he had even told this to the founders of the school itself, but it had been to 'weed out the good ones,' apparently, Merlin never quite understood that. "At least it wasn't Hufflepuff though, he would've taken me out of school I bet."

"I've meet some great and very powerful Hufflepuffs," said Merlin, defending the house, even though he really had no need to. Arthur shrugged.

"I never had anything against any of the houses, I dated a Hufflepuff for a few years," said Arthur, "Her name was Gwen and-" A very large smirk formed on Merlin's face suddenly and Arthur's eyes suddenly widened a great deal. "Oh my god!" he said, Merlin let out a laugh. "How come I didn't realize that before?"

"Things will all come back to you one at a time," said Merlin. "Just sorry it didn't work out for you this time. Still could though..."

"No," Arthur dismissed the idea. "She was obsessed with this bloke in the year ahead of us, I think they're married now."

Merlin nodded, but didn't add anything else, he did wonder though...was that Lancelot? Arthur pushed his Gryffindor Jumper over the jumper he was already wearing and Merlin faintly thought of Arthur's old armor, as he gazed up at him. "I think we should find Morgana," said Arthur, as he sat down next to Merlin on the floor, and all pleasant thoughts left Merlin's head presently. "Don't give me that look, it might not be too late yet. I know she doesn't like me too much any way, with the whole Death Eater thing and the whole Lupin thing..."

"You didn't kill Lupin," Merlin pointed out, very pointedly.

"Yeah, but I didn't save him either," said Arthur. "And I was right there...I knew he had just had a son."

"You can't blame yourself for that, Lupin knew what he was getting himself into-"

"Don't try to defend me, Merlin," said Arthur, warning him. "I would be in Azkaban if it wasn't for you, and I should be."

"It wasn't your fault, Arthur," Merlin told him, as he had told him countless times before. Uther had done a number on him this time, if not worse than last time. Merlin wasn't sure what he preferred; Arthur hating magic all together or Arthur possessing it, but an ex-Death Eater, either one wasn't very easy to deal with. "Your father was too deep in with the Dark Lord, there wasn't anything you could've done different."

"I could've stopped him," said Arthur, miserably. Merlin wondered for how many years he would have to spend putting the pieces of Arthur back together again, and how many times he would have to do so, before they both could just live a peaceful life. Maybe they never would. "I could've killed Voldemort."

"Nah," Merlin dismissed his thoughts. "That wasn't your job this time..."

(A/N: I know that it's pretty much as if you HAVE TO have seen Merlin to understand a lot of the references, which, honestly, is a very small crowd, probably, that like both Merlin and Harry Potter. BUT, I try to be very loose with the MERLIN info I am giving out. Like, it's standard stuff, and maybe at some points in the future I might need to do a flash back or two from the Merlin era, I'm not sure yet, but I will do so if need-be, but for right now I feel like it's pretty basic info. Arthur was King, Merlin knew him, (he was his servant, the obvious fans of the show know that.) Arthur married Guinevere. there was a whole Lancelot thing, Morgana, Arthur's sister, wanted the throne. Bog standard stuff here, so hopefully it isn't confusing for anyone. Trust me, things will get confusing enough just in the Harry Potter era, so I'm trying to stay basic here. Also, this will be a three part series, this first part being about 10 or 12 chapters, I have pre-written to about chapter 7 so far, I hope ppl enjoy this and I haven't waited so long that I missed the boat on this. I just haven't felt it was the right time until now.)