The Hogwarts Princess
Summary : What would have happened if Morgana Pendragon had attended Hogwarts? What house would she have been in and would Uther ever find out?
Disclaimer : Hogwarts and the spells and all of that magicky stuff belongs to the genious JK Rowling. Morgana and the Merlin characters belong to the BBC/Arthurian legend. Plotlines belong to meeeeeeeeeeee!
Chapter One
Uther Pendragon was sitting on his throne, not breaking his gaze with the woman in front of him, who was pacing the room furiously, while still not breaking eye contact with the king.
"One member of every generation of our family has attended this school, Uther, ever since it first opened it's gates. This generation will not be an exception. Arthur is not suited to the position and Morgause is dead, there is no other option but to send Morgana."
"Absolutely out of the question."
"Uther, please."
"Annetta, I would love to help, but I really cannot allow it. I have to look after Morgana, I am bound to a promise."
"The promise you made to my youngest daughter's husband is irrelevant in this situation. I promised my youngest daughter that after the event of her daughter's death and then her sister's death not long after, I promised that I would see to it that Morgana attended that school."
"It's just not an option, we don't know anything about this school."
"I do. I know everything there is to know about it. The teachers, the subjects, the houses and the exact location of every single classroom."
Uther sighed in frustration.
"Ask yourself something Uther, what would Vivienne want for her? What would Gorlois, what would Ygraine? She'll be safe there, I promise you."
Uther was defeated. He looked into the woman's eyes, taking in her fading blonde hair and desperate expression, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"Alright. She can go. I trust you can sort out everything for her."
"Of course."
At the top of the stairs, Morgana was sitting in her bedroom, playing with a toy horse, a knight and a damsel in distress.
"Oh, brave Sir Knight, I pray you take this favour as a token of my gratitude."
"Morgana?" came a voice from the door, as it opened slightly, revealing the tear streamed face of Annetta De Bois.
"Grandmama!" exclaimed the small girl, running to her and being swept up into her arms.
"Now Morgana, I want you to listen to me very carefully." said Annetta, her voice no more than a gentle whisper, staring at the girl sitting on her knee and seeing how much her face reminded her of her youngest daughter.
"I will."
"This is a letter inviting you to go to a special school for special people, but you musn't tell anyone what you learn there. I will come and collect you on August 30th, so that we can collect your equipment and uniform. Make sure you've packed everything you want to take from here, as you will be there for most of the year. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
Annetta pressed the letter into her granddaughter's hand, kissed her once on the forehead and swept out of the room. Morgana fingered the elaborate seal and read the elegant script on the envelope.
Morgana Ellissa Vivienne Le Faye,
The tower room,
Camelot Citadel,
Camelot.
The girl read the words on the seal and gasped.
"School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"
At the end of the night, Morgana sat at her windowseat, gazing at the stars.
"I did it, Mama. I was accepted. Mama, I'm going to Hogwarts."