Hello and welcome! oh my Gods, this is my 89th story! how 6 years have passed by wow! And all thanks to you, sweet readers and friends.

this is a brand new fanfiction, my first ever crossover (even if it's been categorized here for the HP fans) You DON'T HAVE TO BE A FAN of the Merlin series, I'm just borrowing my otp from there to add it here and manipulate it as I like to make things interesting since it will be all blended with the Original HP plot, the Legends of King Arthur and my own mix of fantasy ;)

it will be Multi-Chapter (hopefully around 15 or more chapters)

it will be Rated M later on (stop grinning I can see you all)

and the kinds are: Romance, Friendship, Adventure, Angst, Fantasy, Hurt/Comfort, Legend-related, FLuff,Smutt, Crossover

with no more words:

Enjoy...

Harry Potter and the Temple of Witchcraft

Chapter One – Alarm

'Potter, Granger, in the office, right now.' The man called out as he rushed outside the double doors that led to the Auror quarters as Harry Potter and Hermione Granger rushed inside.

'On our way,' Hermione said almost under her breath as she gave a last fix at her Auror uniform before she could face the Head officer, Emilia Anderson. Harry was by her side, his uniform still a bit ruffled after he slept in it. The last thing they needed was Anderson ranting over their appearance.

More people rushed in and out of doors across the corridor as the entire place was in alarm after weeks of anticipation for the climax. The best and youngest high ranked Aurors entered the room and Anderson faced both Harry and Hermione with a scowl.

'You're late, there is the file and the portkey, in Glastonbury, reinforcements will be there shortly but first you investigate and estimate the level of danger.' The strict woman said and both Harry and Hermione knew better than utter a word in her presence, she had already made it perfectly clear that if she could, she would have kicked them out of the service a long time ago.

Harry and Hermione gripped the portkey and a moment later they felt it activating itself and the pull behind the navel signaled their transportation miles away from London.

The swirl of colour and images reduced and soon they realized they were reaching the small town and the trees in its outskirts. They let go of the portkey –an inkpot- and soon they were landing softly and soundlessly on the forest floor, so much better than the way they had thudded on the ground in 1994…

'What a bitch she still is.' Harry mattered the moment they were on safe ground and they both checked their surroundings, magical vibes were hitting their senses in waves.

'Well, consider ourselves lucky she still fears the Wizengamot and appointed us for the mission…' Hermione whispered and Harry frowned and shook his head.

'She knows we're the best, she likes it or not,' Harry retorted and Hermione sighed and looked at her best friend.

'Oh Harry… she doesn't care about our abilities, she's scared of the people and what they will say…' Hermione replied, her voice coated with sadness. They had both expected the Ministry would be different in a new era if they ever survived the war to see it.

The war had ended four years ago and the community was still struggling to return to normal after the ashes the War left behind it. People had tried hard to forget, to forgive and not to make the same mistakes and that had led to fear and stereotypes. The community had ended up voting for a new ministry staff that instead of making liberating steps towards balance and equality, held strong all the prejudices and campaign of fear of not having history repeating itself.

The community adored its heroes, Harry, Hermione, Ron and people like Neville and Luna had been seen in the public eye as the savors but the community's decisions on matters of government, education, equality and blood status hadn't followed the way its savors had tried to win the war for.

Harry and Hermione had finished Hogwarts as Harry still had wished to become an Auror and Hermione wished to finish her education. Neville too had returned but Ron and Luna had refused, Luna had taken over her father's magazine and Ron, after long months of struggling with Fred's death, had decided to help George with the joke shop and now another one was working in Hogsmeade and soon one more would be in Salem of the United States.

Harry and Hermione had decided to become Aurors almost as if naturally, their last year at Hogwarts had found them transforming into what they were today: young, independent Aurors that could turn into deadly machines as to save each other and follow their duty to the community.

Hermione had been the hardest to decide what to do but after her year at Hogwarts with herself and Harry as Head Girl and Boy and her break up with Ron following months of depression and struggle with the youngest Weasley son, she had decided that after what she had been through in the war time, she would never be able to stay still on an office chair ever again so the field seemed as the best idea. Harry had been more than glad with the news, having his friend safe in the final year and then in the academy before they could return to action against crime, only this time fully prepared and trained, always together like they did during the Horcrux Hunt and the years before it in their school years. He hadn't been sure how it would be without his friend there, the one with the answers, the action plans and the patience…. She was like a constant as he many times joked while he was the canon.

Having the support of her parents who she brought back in the summer of 1998 had been a bonus as Edward and Jane Granger had been more than supportive after their initial shock for what she had done to save them during the war.

'Whatever the reason, she couldn't avoid sending us… we're the best in this bloody thing.' Harry replied and Hermione sighed and nodded, so true on the use of the adjective bloody for right now they had no idea what they were up against and she had a hunch it would end up being as bloody as hell….

For the past weeks high levels of magic had been detected around Britain and the ministry had tried to locate and track the vibes but nothing was specific on why it was happening. It was as if the soil itself was thudding with power and magical energy but nothing seemed out of the ordinary in all the times crews from the ministry had been sent to investigate. Spurts of magic happened almost daily for the past week and always Harry and Hermione were sent to check but they found nothing out of the ordinary with all their instruments of investigation and spells of revelation. Places like Glastonbury, Cornwall, the Hogwarts Lake, Hogsmeade, Somerset and Caerleon were only some of the "hotspots" as the head office called them but they had to finish this soon because the Prophet had noticed and the community was once more uneasy as the ministry couldn't give clear answers through none of its departments as to why this "anomaly of the land" was emitting strong magical vibes.

That afternoon another eruption had been recorded and this one was way strongest so far. Harry and Hermione had been on edge for days, both while they stayed in the flat they shared and their endless hours in the office, now they could only hope for this to reach a result. Hermione took out of her robes' pocket the small sneakscope Harry had given her when they graduated the Auror Academy two years ago.

Using the probity probe would be useless since it went crazy in so strong vibes. The sneakscope seemed to show east and they both looked at the direction, up the hill and close to the remains of the church of St. Michael's, they both looked at each other, from where they stood they couldn't see someone up on the bare hill but they had to trust the sneakscope for it was finally working after all the times they checked the place and it remained silent.

'Come on, lets go and be done with it.' Harry whispered as they took their wands in their hands, camouflaged their selves with a spell and started for the hill.

With each step, they were almost pushed back by the intensity of the waves of magic in the air and soon they could hear a dull noise coming from the very ground of the hill. It was tiring to climb up all the way but they did, the remaining of the church almost hiding the sun from the angle they were moving up to it while the sun set slowly in the English horizon.

'We achieved it, my Lady, now stop it or I shall!' A man's voice was heard and both Harry and Hermione moved automatically closer to each other and raised their wands.

'Hold your tongue and let me try!' another voice, this time female was heard and the two Gryffindors looked at each other and rushed faster up the hill, they could see no one so far.

'Oh for the love for what is holy… you have been trying for weeks and-'

'Someone is here, shut your lips or I shall do things I will regret.' The voices argued but before both Harry and Hermione could grasp what was going on, a series of things happened at once.

The moment they reached the top they saw the standing part of the church but behind it as if a veil ripped with a knife, the atmosphere itself had an opening and on the ground before it, two tall figures were standing, a man with fair hair and blue eyes, dressed in black pants and shirt and a woman in a black robe, long black hair and crystal green eyes that turned aflame the moment she saw the two young Aurors. She raised her hand quickly and both Harry and Hermione were taken aback by her attack, she held no wand and no magical object, her eyes turned aflame and both Harry and Hermione were shoved back by a wave of energy that knocked them flat on the ground, their wands flying from their hands with the impact on the ground.

'Accio Wand!' Both Harry and Hermione called out and stood up from the heap they created on the dry grass, aching all over they tried to recover quickly as the woman was moving towards them, the blond man by her side.

'Who are you? What is this place? What is the year? Speak!' the woman commanded them both and Harry and Hermione raised their wands towards her as she kept her hand ready to strike once more, Hermione didn't wait once more and erected a protective wall of magic before her and Harry to protect them from the witch. The blond man seemed calmer as he glanced at the reaped veil behind them that seemed as a gate to another place, it almost reminded Harry of the veil Sirius had disappeared into. Who were these people? How they had created such a gate and from where they had showed up? It felt as if the waves of power came off both of them and the reaped opening. Harry was certain wands wouldn't help much if the madwoman attacked again, however she glanced warily at them in his and Hermione's hands while she seemed to be examining the spell Hermione had created, the same she used to stop Ron years ago.

'Under the laws enforced by the ministry of magic you are requested to… lower your hand and remain calm, whatever you try through magic or not will be used against you in the Wizengamot.' Hermione finally said with authority, not sure what to think of the two people before her, the man looked in his mid twenties, not much older than herself and Harry and so the woman did, with her long black hair in waves and curls, she looked savage and fair at the same time, royal and medieval, wise and fierce while the man by her side looked like the opposite of hers with blond hair and slightly tanned skin, he looked brave and arrogant, lost and determined. Next to each other they looked like day and night. What kind of criminals look like this?

The couple in black looked at each other for a moment in wonder, as if they hadn't understood Hermione's perfectly clear words of surrender.

'Lets calm down here, Morgana… they're obviously younger than us and since they're wearing these weird clothes… we probably made it to reach the place. Let's all calm down, we talked about it, right?' the blond man said lightly to the woman by him and before she could protest as she clearly wished to do, he stepped forward from behind her and looked at Harry and Hermione. The woman called Morgana seemed tensed and kept her hand at the ready while Harry and Hermione held their wands tighter.

'Who are you?' the blond man asked this time and Harry saw Hermione lowering her wand slightly at the mention of the woman's name but he kept his own steady, he didn't care what these two were plotting or what they had talked about, he didn't want to end up dead after surviving a war, the woman had used wandless magic and he didn't wish to taste how powerful she obviously was.

'We're doing the questions here,' Harry answered aggressively and the man before him, after eyeing him for a moment more, finally nodded and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

'Alright, alright… lets see then, ask and we'll answer so we can be done with this…' the man said and the woman called Morgana scowled at him and moved by his side, ignoring the raised wands before her.

'Arthur, are you completely stupid? We're in charge, this is our place and-'

'You brought us here and we need somehow to get on with this-'

'Fate brought us here and you know very well that of all places it chose the right one and this-'

'Then this is the right thing to do, 'Gana for these two are right before us after the weeks we've been trying to get back here, so stop and let me-'

'Excuse me!' Hermione called out and to Harry's terror, she lowered her wand and the protective charm vanished before them, she was looking at them with wide eyes. Both Morgana and the man who had just been called Arthur stopped their quarrel and looked at her.

'You're Morgana…' Hermione said first, looking at the raven haired beauty, 'And you're Arthur….' She confirmed and the couple nodded, Hermione looked at Harry with wide eyes.

'What?' he said, trying to keep an eye on the foe and at Hermione who was urging him with her eyes to realize something.

'This is Glastonbury, Harry… the vibes have been coming from all places related to the Arthurian Legend… and there is a huge reaping in the air…' Hermione finally said in a whisper and Harry looked at her as if she had just gotten a second head.

'No, Hermione, come on…' Harry said in disbelief as he looked back at the black clothed people who were looking at her with searching eyes.

'What is Glastonbury?' the woman asked and Hermione looked back at her, now awe entering the brunette's eyes.

'I am Hermione Granger and this is Harry Potter, we're working for the Ministry of Magic, now please do tell us who you are.' Hermione finally said, keeping her wand at the ready but not raising it towards them. Harry felt almost stupid since he seemed as the only one still on guard. The blond man before them spoke first as the light of the setting sun had turned orange upon them.

'I am Arthur Pendragon, son of Uther, this is my queen, Morgana Pendragon, daughter of Gorlois, healer and sorceress.' The man said and both Harry and Hermione stared at the couple before them. Harry wasn't sure why but he lowered his wand finally.

'Ok this is…' He was ready to say something to Hermione but Morgana moved closer and he got on guard again.

'What is the year?' the sorceress asked and Hermione seemed more willing to answer.

'It's 2002,' she replied and both Harry and Hermione saw the shock in the eyes of the lady before them and the man before her. 'You asked what Glastonbury is… it's how the place here is called, many believed for years it's where Avalon once originally stood.' Hermione added to answer the previous question of the raven haired woman and this time Morgana looked back at Arthur with eyes full of mirth and victory while he rolled his eyes.

'Fine! You did it, you brought us right on spot…' he said exasperated and Harry wondered what he was talking about as the woman before him was obviously gloating. She turned and looked back at them once again.

'What are the things you're holding?' she asked and both Aurors looked at their wands.

'Wands, magical instruments… you really are the ones of the Legend?' Hermione replied and questioned at the same time, this was beyond surreal and for some reason it seemed right, who else could create such vibes of pure magical energy if not one of the greatest sorceresses in history and her king?

'It is true, young lady Hermione, I am Morgana, and this is King Arthur, sole Heir of Uther and King of the Britons. The true question is why we found you while we returned to fulfill the prophesy.' Morgana replied and both Harry and Hermione looked at each other.

'What prophesy?' Harry asked, not sure he would like the answer to this.

'The prophesy about the King returning when Britain would need him the most, there is a threat coming for the land and it will be greater than all threats ever since our era… that's why I created the rip in the veil of the worlds, we returned from Avalon to save you once more.' Morgana replied and the fair King nodded his head by her side. Both Harry and Hermione looked at each other with wide eyes.

'Holy Cricket…' Hermione whispered and Harry couldn't agree more with his best friend.

OK this was the first chapter, a small introduction and filler, we'll learn more in the next chapie, what is going on, how things are with HHR and the Weasleys, Ginny and Ron and the rest... yep you saw that right, Harry and Hermione share a flat of their own but we'll know more about it in the next chapies... so we have Sorceress Morgana Le Fay and Arthur Pendragon here... hmmmm what you think will happen?

this is the first chapter and I feel like back in 2006 when i published my very first (i always feel like that) so please review and let me know if you would like to see more of this, come on! reviews are love and love is needed when a new story starts :D

btw: the century fic has not been forgotten I swear, the update is on its way, hopefully within days

thanks for reading, please review

Christina Potter 09