It Ends Tonight

By: TheFifthCharmedOne

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Merlin.

Summary: Plagued by nightly visions of dragons and knights, Hermione Granger is troubled and consistently exhausted. After some investigation, Hermione discovers that a crucial event has been changed in history, and it is up to her to change it back. She just didn't intend to fall in love with a king along the way. Crossover of Harry Potter and BBC's Merlin. Arthur/Hermione. Takes place during Hermione's seventh year, post-war, and between seasons 4&5.

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Chapter One:

One Cannot Escape Their Destiny

Teaser Line: But what if they're not nightmares? Could they be...visions?

Shifting in his position, Godric Gryffindor opened his eyes and peered around. The small corridor where his portrait hung stared back. Distantly, he could hear students chattering about weekend or holiday plans.

I wonder what year it is. I have slumbered for quite some time. Who is Headmaster, I wonder? I have no way of contact. I am stuck in this portrait, and I have no knowledge of other portraits. I believe this is one of Rowena's many secret passageways as well...

Turning over in her sleep, Hermione Granger's expression flickered between distressed and peaceful, a nightmare plaguing her.

Scarlet flags hung in a castle hall, golden dragons adorning them. A king, young by his appearance, sat on his throne, his queen by his side. The king was handsome, with blond hair and startlingly blue eyes. His queen was indistinguishable, perhaps her skin was a coffee color? Or lighter? Hermione could not tell.

"You." The king addressed, looking directly at Hermione now. Her heart stopped. "You have been accused of sorcery."

Sorcery? Hermione thought wildly. Magic? Of course I use magic, I'm a witch!

"Sorcery has been outlawed in Camelot since my father, King Uther, banned it decades ago. The penalty is death."

"Arthur, perhaps not death." The queen spoke kindly, and Arthur's expression shifted slightly. Hermione could see the adoration in his eyes. For some reason, it made her stomach clench painfully. Perhaps that was just the fear of death.

Wait. King Arthur? Camelot? Why was she dreaming about Arthurian legends?

"...perhaps a lighter sentence. I have seen evidence that not all magic is evil." The king said thoughtfully. "Besides, no harm has come to Camelot as a direct result of your magic so...perhaps just a prison sentence will do. Guards!"

Hermione shot up in bed, gasping for breath. She took in her surroundings - The Head Tower, Hogwarts. She sighed softly and fell back against her pillows.

What was that all about?

Something had awoken him, that much was clear. Little else but a great battle or a great need could do such a thing, and the need had to be from someone of great power...

Godric tensed when he heard a sound.

"So it is true." A severe looking woman came toward his portrait. She wore a pointed hat and emerald green robes. "You have awoken."

"Who are you?" Godric asked.

"Forgive me. Professor Minerva McGonagall, current Headmistress of Hogwarts."

Godric's eyebrow raised. Apparently much had changed.

"The last time I awoke, Albus Dumbledore was Headmaster." Godric said. "I believe it was the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Yes, that is correct. That was four years ago. We used this room to talk to the Champions."

"This room..."

"The side room of the Entrance Hall, and your portrait opens to a secret passage to the seventh floor Gryffindor Tower."

"Ah." Godric said thoughtfully, recalling Rowena's construction of the twisting rooms of Hogwarts.

"I believe I know why you have been awakened."

Godric said nothing, he waited for the Headmistress to continue. "A descendant; your numerous times great granddaughter. A new destiny awaits her."

"Who is she?"

"Hermione Jean Granger. A Muggle-born, but known as the brightest witch of her age."

Stumbling out of bed after a few more hours of fitful sleep, Hermione yawned and winced at the bags becoming evident under her eyes. These nightmares had to stop; she'd never sleep again otherwise.

But what if they're not nightmares? Could they be...visions? If so, visions of what? Why would I have visions of medieval times? Camelot was one of the Five Kingdoms when Great Britain was still known as Albion. King Arthur, according to legend, was the one to unite the Five Kingdoms as the once and future king.

She dressed in her uniform, stifling a yawn. She had History of Magic first, and she hoped that there would be tea or coffee at breakfast. Caffeine would help. She hoped.

When she arrived in the Great Hall, the typical hush fell across Gryffindor table, and Hermione tried to portray nonchalance. Her classmates constant gossip (usually about her) didn't bother her at all.

Or, that was what she told herself.

"Hey-! Granger!" Hermione turned to face the ever-annoying Zacharias Smith. Hufflepuff's table was directly across from Gryffindor's, after a subtle switch before the term began. "We heard that you were tortured at Malfoy Manor. Is it true?"

Hermione was painfully reminded of the scar on her arm and self-consciously put her hand over her black sleeve. Zacharias peered over, eager to catch a glimpse. He'd always been a secret-hungry prat, but Hermione was in no mood to put up with his antics today.

"Leave me alone, Zacharias." Hermione took a sip of her tea just as Ginny Weasley sat down opposite her.

"Is the tosspot bothering you?" Ginny asked, glaring over Hermione's shoulder.

"He's just being his usual nosy self." Hermione answered.

"You know, I still have my brothers' shop objects in my dormitory, Zacharias." Ginny said loudly. "I don't think you want another run in with-"

Zacharias abruptly turned away, his face red. Ginny snickered, and Hermione couldn't hide a smile.

"Thanks Ginny." Hermione said sincerely. If Ginny weren't there, Hermione wasn't sure she'd survive the stares and the talk. Everyone had something to say about the war, but no one knew the true horror that Hermione and her friends had faced, and if Hermione had anything to say about it, they never would.

"Sure. I know how you feel - after first year, either everyone wanted to know what happened in the chamber, or I didn't exist."

Hermione sometimes forgot that Ginny's first year had been when the Chamber of Secrets was opened. Ginny almost died at the hand of Voldemort, and she took it in stride in a way that Hermione would always admire. "At least you made Head Girl; you don't have to listen to Parvati and Carrie prattle on."

"Carrie?"

"Parvati's new sidekick, now that Lavender's in St. Mungo's."

"Oh." Hermione's stomach turned and she put down her toast, favoring her tea and hoping the caffeine would get her through her lessons.

Lavender had been a nuisance, particularly in sixth year, but she would never wish her harm; and harm was exactly what had happened. She had been viciously attacked and permanently scarred by Fenrir Greyback, she had spent the last few months recuperating at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

The warning bell for lessons tolled, and just as Hermione stood, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Tensing, she turned to face Headmistress McGonagall, whose lips were drawn in a thin line.

"Miss Granger, I'd like to speak with you privately."

Hermione and Ginny shared a look.

"Am I to assume it's not about Head duties, Professor?" Hermione asked.

"You are; because that would be correct." McGonagall told her, and Hermione climbed away from the bench. "Follow me."

When the door opened, Godric felt the connection immediately. His descendant was nearby, and he was seconds from seeing her face.

"Miss Granger." McGonagall began, but paused. "Hermione." she started again. "What is your view of destiny?"

"Destiny?" Hermione asked. "Well...that depends. Do you mean a pre-destined event, such as a great battle..or something else?"

"Something else." McGonagall replied. "You experienced Mr. Potter's great destiny firsthand, and shared in it. Were you anyone else, you would probably revel in its aftermath."

Ron certainly had. In the months following the Battle of Hogwarts, Ron had milked his reputation for everything it was worth, and the media fed right into it. Harry and Hermione had distanced themselves, hoping that Ron would wise up to what the media was really doing. So far, he had not.

"However, every person born in this world has a destiny. Harry achieved his personal destiny - he now has a shared one with Miss Weasley, if I'm not mistaken." Hermione smiled briefly - after the battle, Harry and Ginny had mended their broken relationship and started anew. They were taking it slow, but anyone that saw them together knew that they were meant to make it last. "Your personal destiny has revealed itself."

"To whom?" Hermione asked.

"To me." A new, masculine voice spoke, and with a flick of Professor McGonagall's wand, the portrait of Godric Gryffindor revealed itself.

A/N: End of the first chapter! I'm really looking forward to this story and to see what you guys think! I did a crossover before, years ago, but it didn't work out. So we'll see what happens with this one. I'll also be watching Merlin as I write this, so I'll try to keep the information as correct as possible, according to BBC's lore.

I discovered Armione through Facebook and an obsession formed from there. They complement each other so perfectly and I can't help but ship them. My crossover OTP, ladies and gents.

So, yeah. I'm going to be posting weekly because I'm doing something I've never done before: writing chapters in advance. Rather than waiting weeks or months to work on a new chapter, I think that if I write out the chapters in advance, I can post them at my leisure and figure out the events of the story long before I have in the past. So we'll see how this goes and if I actually keep it up.

Please, please review!

-Charmy

P.S. I'm currently working on Chapter 5. I couldn't stand to finish the whole thing without feedback, I was literally minutes from imploding. SO PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK. Please. :)