DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters involved in this story. All belong to their original authors/creators.

This is my NaNoWriMo 2014 story, so bear with it if it's not perfect. However, this idea has been in my brain for a few years and it's about time for it to get on paper (or screen). The crossover is just the first two major plot lines in the writing. Trust me, there will be a lot more that just those. :) Enjoy! R&R please!

Chapter 1

I have never been one to show my skills. I come from a time where the idea of magic isn't exactly accepted. In fact, my people are burned at the stake if they show any sign of having any magic. My cousin's cousin Wendelin has been caught and burned over 50 times, under different names of course, by the non-magic folk. My good friend Rowena's mother came up with the spell, allowing us to be burned without actually burning. Rather, a witch or wizard feels a comfortable tickling feeling during the ordeal. Wendelin somehow enjoys that feeling, and is purposely caught multiple times. It's getting to the point that the majority of the magical community is calling her 'Wendelin the Weird' behind her back. No doubt she knows about this, but doesn't seem to care. Needless to say, Wendelin's family, including my cousin Helga, who is the sweetest person I know, has started to pretend she isn't part of the family.

So, basically I try to act like any normal person. I don't want to attract the attention like Wendelin, and I don't particularly like dying either. So I've joined King Arthur's guard. I only use magic when I need to, and only when in the direst circumstances. Sir Lancelot is one of the few non- magic people who know and are accepting of those with magic. After all, Arthur's most trusted advisor is Merlin, a fellow wizard. However, besides Arthur, Lancelot, Merlin, and Gwenivere, no one knows of my magic. And I am not about to let anyone know either. I don't desire going from the Round Table to the stake.

My friend Salazar has decided those without magic are called 'muggles'. I don't really know where he got the idea, but it has kind of caught on. Now everyone with magic is starting to call these people muggles. It is kind of getting annoying. And Salazar's head is getting even larger than normal. He has never been a fan of the 'muggles', but the recent increase of burnings has made it worse.

Not to mention that his fiancée has recently been taken in as a witch…when in reality she is just part of a magical family, but does not have any magical ability. She is what we call a squib, or a person without magic, but born to a magical family. But the 'muggles' don't see it that way. They are taking out any and all people they think are witches, or related to witches. Their idea is that since her family are magical, they she must be too. In response, Salazar is taking his frustration out on all muggles, whether they are accepting of witches and wizards or not.

It was because of this that we had the brilliant idea of starting a school for young wizards and witches. Growing up, we never had a place to learn how to use magic. It was just understood that we would eventually learn how to use magic. That the parents of the young witches and wizards would keep them safe from the non-magic people. The problem is, that many children are beginning to have some…adverse effects. If not given ample opportunity to use their magic, it can build up inside, and cause serious problems, including death. Which led to a meeting of the Round Table, and not the normal Knights. This meeting was those with magic and those non-magic people who knew and accepted us.

I had been retired from the King's guard for nearly five years when we came up with the plan. Naturally, Salazar didn't want to take the idea to the Round Table.

'Are you thick! To keep our children away from muggles, we are going to send them to a school that is also created by muggles? Are you insane!"

I always try to be level, and make peace, rather than fighting it out. But Salazar was trying my patience. "Yes. It's the only way. We need them to help keep the non-magic folk away from the area we will build the school. They know about us, so there is no harm in them helping keep our children safe."

"Oh really? And when one of ours accidentally harms, or even kills someone they love, and we both know it's bound to happen, what will happen then?"

I looked at Salazar, knowing what he was about to say. "You think they will give away our location so those who have it out for witches and wizards can come and burn us all to the ground."

"Exactly. We give them the power they want and it will be the end of witches and wizards. When given the chance, the muggles will do anything to wipe us out. We can't give them the seed to that by allowing a few to know where our children will be for 10 months of the year!"

I glared at him. "We are making this school, and we will involve Arthur and Lancelot. When they found out about Merlin and I, then didn't send us to the stake immediately. They accepted us. Maybe they didn't trust us for a time after that, but didn't rat us out. And they won't rat us out to all the so-called 'muggles' either. We need to trust them."

Salazar laughed maniacally. "Trust them? When it's their kind who took my betrothed and are going to put her to the stake? I can't do anything about it, and neither can she. She is innocent, and I can't do anything about it! So why should I trust them. For all I know, they will give us all away."

"I'm tired of this Salazar." I threw up my hands, running one through my hair, whose color seemed to coincidentally match my temper at the moment—red hot. "We are going to make the school, and we are going to involve Arthur, Lancelot, Gwenivere, and Merlin, whether you like it or not." I stood up from the table of Salazar's small home on the southern coast of our Alba. "Now, you can join us, or you can stay here and wait for the inevitable. You are her fiancée after all. They will come after you next."

Then, I walked out without a response. Salazar knew when and where I was going. Striding down the small country road, I looked around. It looked so peaceful. It was hard to believe that that in a few days, the small village that wasn't much more than a twenty minute walk down the road was going to have a mass 'witch' burning. They had decided to burn the girl's family all at once, to give a lesson to the witches. Don't show yourself or this will happen to you.

I was glad that I had decided to leave the village. I had already stayed too long. My red hair was too noticeable. Besides the proof of magic, like actually doing magic in front of them, the non-magic people persecuted those who seemed strange to them. That included those who spoke different, or looked different. My red 'barbarian' hair, with the blue tattoos that surrounded my face and biceps were a dead giveaway that I was different. Combine that with the accent from the west, and I was a dead giveaway as a witch to them.

I continued down the road, skirting around the village. Already, they were suspicious because of my known aquaintence with Salazar, who's fiancée is accused of witchcraft. I didn't want to raise their suspicions. Instead, I continued to walk, despite the setting sun. By the time I reached a much smaller village hidden in a cove on the beach, the sun had fallen below the horizon, and storm clouds were beginning to block out the stars. The temperature was dropping rapidly, and I needed to reach the inn before I froze to death, or was so soaked I would die of hypothermia.

As I walked through the small village, I glanced through windows. Many had their curtains pulled, but it was unmistakable. Magic was happening inside. This was one of the few villages on the whole large island that was entirely magic people. It was why Salazar lived so close, and why I had chosen there to stay for the few days he was in the area.

Before my hands could freeze from the cold salty air, I opened the door to the inn. It was a bit small, but it was comfortable and clean. The bartender looked up as I stepped into the main room.

"Sir Gryffindor. Your room has been cleaned, and new bedclothes put on. Would ye like some food before retiring? Me wife has made an excellent roast lamb with root vegetables fresh from the garden. And I just got in a shipment of ale from London."

"Thank you, Martin. I'll go wash up and be right down. I expect to have someone joining me, so if you could have some extra food set out, that would be delightful."

The bartender nodded, and turned to yell into the kitchen. I headed up to my room to scrub the sweat and salt off my face before heading down to eat. I hoped that Salazar would be shortly behind me, either letting me know he wouldn't be joining me on the road to London, or he would. Honestly, I hoped he would decide to help. It was his idea to open the school for the children of our world, but I knew we needed the help of the non-magical folks to help protect our secret. A few of them at most couldn't harm us. But Salazar's heart was getting darker every day. I didn't want to see him go all dark, but it almost seemed inevitable to happen.

Suddenly my door slammed open as I was drying off my face. Salazar stood in the doorway, looking soaked to the bone. Slowly, I put down the towel, and waited for him to say what his plans were.

He took a deep breath. "I need to be here in three days for the burning."

I looked at him, appalled. "That's practically a death wish. Why would you want to be there, to watch your fiancée be burned while the rest of her family survives. They don't like you to begin with, they won't be too pleased to see you standing there, not to mention the so called muggles who already suspect you of witchcraft."

He looked down, making him look vulnerable. "I know, but Lyra would want me there. I could try to save her. Maybe I can cast the spell on her without being noticed."

"Yes, but it still may not work." I went over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me through wet raven hair. "But if it's something you feel that you must do, then I won't stop you. I can stick around a little longer, but I don't feel safe getting close to that village." I looked at him and grinned. I grabbed a strand of my hair and held it out. "I don't think this hair is too welcome there."

Salazar smiled. "No, probably not. Just lay low. We can leave after the burning."

I nodded. "If that's what you feel you need to do. However, you should probably stay here, otherwise you might end up on that fire as well."

"I might be able to help her more from there." Desperation lit up his eyes.

"It won't help her if you get burned to death because you were trying to save her and forgot about yourself. It's best if you stay out of the fire for now."

Salazar nodded. "I'll head back to my cottage in the morning. Can I stay here until then?"

I grinned, stretching the blue tattoos on my face. "I planned for just that. There's food waiting for us down in the kitchen. Think you are up for a bit of roast lamb and ale?"

That brought a smile to Salazar's otherwise solemn face. "I think I could eat a bit."

Together we walked down the stairs into the common room. It was starting to fill up with witches and wizards of all shapes and professions. I loved watching all the different people that came through the inn of a wizarding village. Every once in a while a green flash came out of the fireplace by the bar, and someone would step out covered in soot. Salazar and I took a table in the back, nearest to the bar. Within seconds the bartenders wife brought both of us a plate of steaming lamb, roast veggies, and a small pot of mint sauce. I started in on the lamb before the bartender could bring us tankards of ale.

We ate in silence, watching the people who came into the small in. Most were of magical descent. Some weren't, but were married into it. Every witch or wizard carried a wand, though most were concealed so that the non-magical folks wouldn't be able to guess that they were 'witches'. One bloke popped out of the fireplace, with this wand shooting off fireworks. Another immediately rushed to help the poor man before he caught the whole in on fire.

A young couple came in as I was finishing my second pint. Both were caked in wet sand, but seemed in good spirits. His doublet was indigo, and his trousers, boots, and cloak were black. I would have said he was of nobility, if not for the fact that his clothes looked well worn, and his boots were obviously used quite a bit. His eyes matched his doublet, and his hair was the color of midnight. The girl was a little stouter than her companion, but held more air. She was wearing a deep gold gown that matched her hair. Her cloak was dark brown, which matched her eyes.

It was those eyes who spotted me and smiled. She pulled her companion over to our table. They both sat down, looking exhausted.

"Godric! I am so glad we found you!" said the girl with more energy than I looked like she could muster.

"Helga, its good to see you again." I motioned to the barkeep for two more plates of food. "You as well, Olaf." The man nodded in my direction, then began eating the food that was put in front of him with the fervor of someone who hadn't eaten in days. "But I thought you would be in London already?"

Helga nodded, biting off a piece of lamb. "We were, but you weren't there, and we were assigned to come find you. Rowena was getting worried that you nor Salazar were there. All of us were."

Olaf nodded, and swallowed before speaking. "The worry was that you were caught, and were going to be burned at the stake. We sure are grateful that you are here in the village, rather at the other village in the barracks."

I glanced over at Salazar. He had turned pale. I turned back to the others. "Actually, the reason we haven't left yet is because of that. Lyra has been accused of witchcraft, and will be burned in three days' time with the rest of her family."

Helga covered her mouth, letting her fork fall. Olaf put his fork down, staring disbelievingly at Salazar. "You can't be serious. Why would they accuse her? She hasn't done any magic…she can't!"

Salazar nodded. "But her second cousin was caught up in Salisbury. They tracked the rest of the family here, and now she is accused by association. I'm lucky I haven't been caught yet."

Helga's eyes became determined. "We will help you get her out of this." She put her hand on Salazar's. "She won't be burned. You can take our word Salazar."

Salazar looked up at her. "Thank you Helga, but I don't want to bring you into this. It's bad enough Godric is getting involved as well."

I elbowed Salazar in the side. "Salazar, we are your friends. We will do anything to help, including risking being burned ourselves."

"Thank you. You are all good friends. I just hope it will be enough."

With that, the conversation was ended. We all needed to sleep in the problem that awaited us in the coming days. Salazar slept in the room to one side of mine, and Helga and Olaf shared the room on the other side of mine.