AN: Just a short, silly piece to get me back into the writing saddle. Enjoy!

For a man whose father had hated magic, Arthur thought while sitting on his throne, he was ridiculously surrounded by it. Take for example, Merlin, his best friend and advisor, Morgana, his sister and arch-enemy, and that fellow Mordred, who the dragon was adamant one day would be his doom.

They all had magic; and something else in common, and so did the latest suspect traveller that had crashed his court.

"Tell me, Mister Potter, what are the odds of you being a witch?" Arthur asked, because really, the man fitted the profile perfectly.

Harry Potter smiled. "The term would be a wizard, your Majesty. And I'd say the chances are pretty high."

Arthur sighed. Dark hair? Check. Bright eyes? Check. He should have known.

So, what do you think? Para :)