The train was mostly empty when Morgana boarded. That was fine with her. This would probably be her last moment of quiet until Christmas break. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the quiet.

Her mind drifted off to the events of the last few days. Running into Merlin hadn't been as surprising as it should have been. Morgana had a feeling she would see him before the ride to Hogwarts.

That had been happening a lot lately. Morgana would have an overwhelming sense of familiarity with a conversation or a situation. She had gotten annoyed with Agravaine for repeating himself. He insisted that they never had that conversation previously.

It was becoming alarming. Even her dreams seemed to be playing tricks on her. They felt so real. More than once she had dreamt of eating with Agraviane, getting into an argument and then riding her horse. She would suddenly wake up, get dressed, head downstairs, and argue with Agravaine about the same thing she had dreamt about.

The upside of this was that she knew what he was going to say before he did and silenced his argument with ease.

The other dream she kept having was of a boy. She had never seen him before but he seemed to know who she was. His eyes reminded her of the ocean; the black of his pupil faded to a dark blue. Morgana was going to tell Merlin about the boy in her dreams while they were eating ice cream but they were interrupted by Draco.

The noise level steadily rose on the train and Morgana opened her eyes. Peeking out the window, she wondered where Merlin was.

'What compartment are you in?'

Morgana smiled. 'Same as last year.'

A few minutes later, Merlin stumbled in the compartment. "Excuse me? Is it alright if I sit here?"

Morgana smirked at him. That had been the very first thing he had ever said to her. "Of course." She watched as he tucked his things away and waited for him to sit down before she asked. "What did Draco want the other day?"

It had been on her mind since it happened and Draco outright refused to tell her anything. He had ignored her every time she asked about it.

Merlin sat down and gave her a tight smile. "He just wanted some ice cream."

She squinted at him. "Don't lie to me, Merlin."

"He seems to like chocolate."

Morgana stared at him, but he didn't seem bothered.

"How was your summer?" Merlin asked.

She avoided his question, just like he avoided hers. "Do you know who our Defense teacher is supposed to be?"

Merlin shrugged. "Dunno, but they must be in love with Lockhart. My dad wouldn't even buy those books because he thinks Lockhart's an idiot."

Morgana grinned and glanced out the window. "Agravaine doesn't like him either."

"So who's our new teacher going to be?"

She grinned even wider. "Gilderoy Lockhart."

"No." Merlin's eyes widened. "Please be joking."

"Nope," Morgana shook her head. "Lucius told Draco and Draco told me."

"What am I going to do now?" Merlin groaned. "I don't have any of his books."

"You can borrow mine," Morgana offered. "Agravaine made sure I had a few other defense books, if you want to look at those too."

Their conversation was interrupted by Hermione, who poked her head in the compartment.

"Hello," she said.

"Hey Hermione," Morgana greeted. "Lose another toad?"

Hermione frowned and shook her head. "I've lost my boys."

Harry, Ron and Hermione had been inseparable since Halloween. It seemed odd that she didn't know where they were. "You haven't seen them at all?" Morgana asked with a frown.

Hermione shook her head again. "Ron's sister, Ginny, said they were right behind her before she got onto the platform. Now we don't know where they are."

"I'm sure they'll turn up," Merlin assured her.

"Maybe," Hermione said doubtfully.

"You can sit with us, if you want," Morgana proposed. It was in this moment that Morgana realized she had had this conversation before. Of course, there was no way that was possible, but there it was. She already knew Hermione was sitting with Longbottom.

"Thanks," Hermione smiled. "But I'm already sitting with Neville and Ginny."

Morgana's heart sank. It was happening again.

"If we see Harry and Ron before you, we'll let them know you're looking for them," Merlin said.

Morgana could feel her pulse rising.

Hermione expressed her gratitude and left, leaving Merlin and Morgana sitting in silence.

I'm losing my mind, she thought.

The train started to roll out of the station as Morgana tried to calm herself.

"Morgana?" Her inner turmoil must have shown on her face because Merlin looked genuinely concerned. "Are you alright?"

"I don't know," she answered honestly. "Can I ask you something?" At his nod, she continued. "Does any of this feel familiar to you?"

Merlin made a face. "Well, yeah. We're sitting in the same compartment as last year and Hermione seems to keep losing things."

"No, I mean did it feel like we had that conversation before? About Harry and Ron missing?"

Merlin frowned and shook his head. "No."

"It felt that way for me," she admitted quietly. "Like déjà vu."

"Déjà vu?"

She nodded.

Merlin leaned forward in his seat. "Is that the first time you've felt that way?"

"No." She proceeded to tell Merlin everything, from the dreams to her intuitiveness. She told him how she had been losing sleep, waking up in the middle of the night after looking the boy in her dreams in the eyes. Everything came out in a rush and when she was done she was glad he wasn't looking at her like she was crazy.

Merlin listened quietly the entire time. "You're not crazy," he finally said. "But…"

She waited for him to finish. When he didn't, she scowled at him. "But?"

"You might be a Seer."

"A Seer?" Morgana made a face. "Like divination?"

Merlin shook his head. "No. Divination is more…translating signs and being able to read the future. True Seers literally see the future. It's more natural."

Morgana quickly read between the lines. 'The Old Religion.'

Merlin nodded. "There hasn't been a Seer in the Old Religion for generations. I think it's supposed to be hereditary."

"My father had Old Magic but Agravaine never said anything about him being a Seer." Morgana said.

"I dunno," Merlin frowned thoughtfully. "I could ask. My dad's friend has tons of books about Old Magic. Maybe he's got something about Seers."

Relieved, Morgana relaxed in her seat, not even realizing she had been so tense.

Morgana stared at the first years waiting to be sorted. They seemed to be shaking and she vaguely wondered if she looked like that last year.

"Lovegood, Luna!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

Morgana watched as the blonde girl sat with her new housemates. Her eyes wandered to Merlin, who was already looking at her. He stuck out his tongue at her and she pursed her lips together to keep from laughing. She focused on the Sorting just as another first year was called.

A small boy moved toward the stool and hat. There was something about him but Morgana just couldn't put her finger on it.

But just as the Sorting Hat was being placed on his head, their gazes met and Morgana gasped. She knew those dark blue eyes. They had haunted her dreams for weeks.

"SLYTHERIN!"

Morgana's housemates cheered the boy over, who took a seat and stared at the table. He didn't look up until after Dumbledore's welcome speech.

'Hello.'

Morgana's eyes widened. That was not Merlin that had spoken to her. She eyed the boy curiously. He seemed amused at her reaction.

'Hello?' She replied.

'What's your name?' he asked.

'What's yours?' she countered.

"I'm Mordred." He said aloud. "Mordred Murdoch."