This is exceedingly naughty of me. I should not be posting this since I'm meant to be finishing my other stories but I could't help it. This was screaming to be posted but I wasn't entirely sure of the idea at the time. Now I'm in love with it and I hope that you will be too!

Anyway, please review this story and I might add some updates! But I warn you, updates will be slow as I have less and less time to update with my GCSE's only about 3 or 4 weeks away... wish me luck!

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Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Merlin or Harry Potter. Those rights belong to the BBC and JK Rowling respectively.

The Council of the Highest Order of Magic was convening. This was a rare occurrence even in the wizarding world and this time it was one of the rarest. Muggles of all ages were invited. This had not happened since the trial of Uther Pendragon and the High Priest of the Council at the time had been a ghost. That ghost had had a name. Her name was Nimueh who did everything in her power to have him thrown into the lowest dungeons of the Netherworld. This had also caused her to lose her seat.

Over the years the Council of the Highest Order had slowly faded away. No one listened to it as much anymore and over the centuries, as the Ministry of Magic had been created, it began to become forgotten. The new High Priest of the times would look outside of his immortal realm and wonder when the world would be able to come and see the magnificence of the place. He wanted it to be a place shared by all not to be hidden away like the wizarding world of today was. Those who knew the High Priest would have described him as kind-hearted, noble and fair but also able to uphold the laws of the Old Religion without becoming bias towards either opposition. Many people who died had become afraid to enter this realm for fear of being held accountable of their wrongs by this man and many were frightened to even come face to face with him (not that he ever intended to become so formidable).

The man who would stand trial this time was a man by the name of Voldemort. The three highest members of the court had to be from both the muggle and wizarding worlds and many were in awe of those on this convening (these did not include the High Priest). The man from the muggle world was a well-known figure, thought to be from myth. His name was Arthur Pendragon and he was nervous since he knew that he could sometimes become bias, especially against those who hurt others simply because they thought that those they hurt were below them, which was exactly what this man was doing. The second member was his opposite, a magical person with a little darkness within their soul. In fact the second member of the High Council was Mordred, the man who had killed Arthur. They both sat at opposite ends of the hall in an awkward kind of silence, unsure of what to say to each other.

The third member was a slight mystery. He was a new member, also dead (all the highest members had to be), but he was surprisingly old in the way he sat. Both Arthur and Mordred had died fairly young (in Arthur's case middle aged) but this man was ancient (or at least it seemed). He was older and was a recent addition to the dead but he had been judged by the High Priest himself as worthy to be on this case. Not because he had fought against Voldemort but because he had a clear mind and was reliable to not be bias for the sake of the fact that it was Voldemort's fault that he was dead. This third man's name was Severus Snape and he felt that he had no right to be upon this Council between two great figures of legend.

The trials lasted many days and nights, even years, and they could take place while the said person was alive. This particular trial had been going on for more than fifty years, with smaller trials going on in between. Snape had been on the Council only since he had died and so he was very surprised to find himself there when he had finally died from the snake's poison.

At first Snape had been afraid. He had been lying on the floor of a brilliantly lit room with a cloaked man standing above his head. The man's face was shrouded in shadow but his eyes were clear for all to see. In fact they were a pure, brilliant gold which was a little frightening. Snape knew that over the years, magic had become diluted, so much so that modern wizards had to use wands to channel magic. However, a thousand years before many more people had been able to use magic without the aid of a wand and those people had been so much more powerful, using the true magic of the earth. These people were normally Druids but others had been witches, warlocks and even the odd muggle sorcerer. Nowadays, only those who had the potential for magic could ever study it or even use it. Muggles no longer had the capability to learn it.

The cloaked man had not asked Snape for his name, but had simply held out a pale hand and calmly explained that he was the High Priest of the Council of the Highest Order of Magic and that he had chosen Snape to replace someone on the Council within Voldemort's trial. That had been the last that Snape had seen of him and after that he had found himself in the room that he currently sat in with the awkward silence of Arthur and Mordred stretched out between him. The pensive-like basin in the centre of the circle that their three chairs formed showed the final confrontation between Harry and Voldemort but the three figures knew that something was wrong. It was written that in this final confrontation Voldemort would attempt to kill Harry with the Elder wand and then be killed by his own killing curse. That would mean that he would come before them for the final conviction against him. But this was not the case at the moment. Voldemort had one last trick up his sleeve. He was holding a horn. A horn that sent shivers down Arthur Pendragon's spine. It was the Horn of Cathbahd, the horn which could summon the spirits of the dead and he feared who Voldemort would attempt to call.

Voldemort held the horn to his thin, pale lips and blew into it a moment before the final killing was to take place. And with a flash of light he disappeared.

"This is impossible!" Arthur cried. "The Horn will only work at the stones of Nemeton!"

"It seems that the Dark Lord has found a way around this," Snape murmured, his nerves falling away for a moment as he contemplated this. Even Mordred looked stumped and then realisation dawned in his young eyes.

"The Founders of Hogwarts!" he suddenly shouted. The other two jumped as Mordred rarely ever spoke, let alone cried out in such a way. "When they built Hogwarts they tried to imbue all the magic they could upon the school and used stones from all kinds of magical places. They may have used stones from the stones of Nemeton, meaning that the Horn may also be used within the grounds of Hogwarts."

"We should inform the High Priest of this," Snape said, his eyes narrowing. Arthur frowned and then shook his head.

"The High Priest has more intelligence than the three of us and knew the Founders. Plus he watches this goings on himself and so he will probably already know. He will inform us if anything need be done," Arthur said. The other two just nodded, knowing that Arthur, although strong-willed and stubborn at times, was the wisest out of the three of them. He had been through far more and ruled a kingdom whilst the most Snape had ever done was take over Hogwarts because Voldemort had thought this the best and he hadn't been able to do it properly as who in their right mind would make the Carrows Professors of Hogwarts? There was no arguing with the King of Camelot.

The three fell in silence, watching the scene unfolding before them avidly. Harry seemed bewildered and everyone else looked just as shocked. Then there was another burst of light as Voldemort returned from the spirit world but the feeling that something was wrong intensified. The smirk on his face was cruel to the point of mad. Almost like Morgana's smile had been and she had had quite the trial.

And then Voldemort suddenly turned on his heel and Dis-Apparated. The three blinked simultaneously with Harry. That was unexpected and completely wrong compared to the history books. This was not what should have happened. The ground beneath them started to shake and then the soft light suddenly went out, plunging the world into darkness. And then there was a bright burst of golden light and the High Priest stood in front of them in the empty hall which should have been full.

"I have a job for the three of you," the High Priest said. "A job that I must help you with. Voldemort has released both Morgana Pendragon and Uther Pendragon from the spirit world." The three looked at each other in alarm, Arthur and Mordred past their original awkwardness of the past thirty years in this sudden revelation.

"But if Morgana is released she will attempt to use me like last time!" Mordred cried, causing the other two to jump for the second time in that night but there was sympathy with them as well. Arthur had always wondered whether Mordred had truly wanted to kill him and now it turned out that he had not. The High Priest shook his head.

"Morgana has no power over you anymore. I have seen to that. You are your own man now. The three of you are." Snape blinked, wondering what this meant but the High Priest had not stopped talking. "However since Voldemort did not follow the rules as to how to truly use the horn the veil has been left open. That is a matter that will take the four of us to deal with but your task, first and foremost, is to help Harry and his friends and to keep them out of trouble. If this means that you must face ghosts of your own pasts then so be it. I chose the three of you because I believed that the three of you would be able to handle anything together. Do not let me down."

"What will you be doing to help us?" Arthur asked. The High Priest nodded in his direction, acknowledging his status as a king.

"I shall be going after the spirits of Morgana and Uther Pendragon. They must not be allowed to cause damage within the mortal world. I will be gathering them up and taking them back into their prisons where they will be held until the veil is closed completely. I trust that you can keep those under you protection safe until then?"

"Of course," Arthur said with a smirk. The High Priest nodded and then held out his hands. Three glowing balls of light were there. Under the hood Snape could see a smile, one which wished them all the luck of the land.

"I truly hope that we shall succeed," the High Priest said simply before letting the three balls of light reach them and then Snape saw no more of that world for he had been sent back, amazingly, to the mortal realm.