Disclaimer: I don't own it; just having a go at fanfiction to see if I can em-provvvee my Eeng-lish.

Dreamer's Note: No, I won't call myself an author. Every half an hour before I sleep, I'll have some idea popped up in my mind before I drift away in my slumber. Sometimes, I wrote and deleted paragraphs after paragraphs just to suit my plot in the future of the story. I'm not very good at writing a poem or such thing, so mostly when witchcraft is mentioned in my story, I'll just say, some verses were chanted or the incantation was there, but not the thing itself. Bear with me.

The True Journey of Harry Potter

Chapter 3 – Magic 101

It was a warm cozy room where Harry found himself seated in a fluffy chair. The ancient old man whom had yet to introduce himself brought Harry in to a small cottage across the river from the forest where Harry was dropped. Harry did not know why, but he had a feeling that he could trust the man. A few minutes later, the old man came back accompanied with an old lady.

"Harry Potter, meet Morgana. Morgana, Harry Potter," the old man said indicating each other.

"Good evening, ma'am," Harry said bowing a little. The manner was grilled into him by his aunt.

The old lady smiled, "greeting, young Harry."

There was an awkward silent until Harry could not stand it anymore and turned to the old man. "And who are you, sir?"

The man's looked startled and smiled sheepishly, "Alas, old age. Excuse me, my boy. I am Merlin."

This time, Harry was the one who looked surprised and screwed his face trying to recall where he had heard the name. Of course, the legend of Arthur the King, Harry trembled a bit not knowing what to do. "Pleased to meet you, sir," the boy greeted.

Morgana smiled. She had been wondering what the boy would become after the dreadful treatment of the Dursley. They, Merlin and her, kept tap of the boy's life knowing full well it was to be done for her and her husband to be able to move on.

Despite people's believes; she and her husband were still around. It was just that they had a task to finish. Morgana was a seer, though not a strong one, that she could foresee her line's, which is also the bloodline of Merlin, to be cut down to an only male heir. It was quite nerve wracking. She had hoped that probably what she saw would not really happen and if it did happen, thus the end of the line and the end of Magic. Merlin and Morgana were chosen to be representing Magic by the power that be. They would be the one in charge, had they not refuse to be dictators. Instead, Merlin came up with an idea of forming an organization to take care of that responsibility. Morgana knew it was a wrong idea until she met her substitute and to an extent, Merlin's. Nicholas was a fine young man and his wife was as bright and wonderful as she could wish for. Merlin had passed on his responsibility to his only heir, though both she and her husband thought they would continue living until they can be sure of their last, no, latest heir; to make sure that he survived the worst fate of Magic. They would, no; they must live to make sure their lines pass on.

"Well, Harry, I believe you are hungry?" Morgana tried to start a conversation.

Harry smiled shyly; he was, in fact, very hungry, but also very tired and still aching from the pain he had been inflicted earlier. He winced at the thought of the event in the afternoon.

Seeing his reaction, Morgana frowned and used her ability of passive legilimency picking up the surface thought in the boy's mind. What she found incensed her, so much that air started to rip through the living room of the cottage. Harry was surprised by the change on her face and started to become scared. Merlin, of course, picked up the sight immediately. He did not know what cause Morgana to lose her poise. He touched Harry, whom flinched but stood still, and squeezed the boy's shoulder assuring him and himself as well.

Seeing her husband's and her heir's reaction, Morgana took a deep breathe and the air subdued. "Sorry, dears, I lost control of my magic for a moment," she told them before clapping her hands and walked out of the room calling back, "Why don't you two come into the kitchen? We'll have dinner then more should be explained to Harry why he's here."

Both males, young and old, looked at each other and shrugged before following her.

Harry was now confused – Magic? – There was no such thing as magic, was it? Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia was very adamant about the fact that they would scold him and threaten him at any chance that the world 'Magic' came up in a conversation. But the lady, Morgana, just said that she lost control of magic and if he was not mistaken, Merlin was a wizard, everyone knew that, though his aunt and uncle would just scoffed it off and saying that was nonsense.

Now, Harry was just a four-year-old boy, but that did not make him any less than an eight or nine years old. Why, one might ask. One thing that though seemed too cruel and harsh Petunia did, it was a thing Harry would feel grateful for later on in his life, and that was she had him learn as fast as she could. She went so far as having him learn from all the primary books up to 2nd and 3rd grades. Sometimes, she would have him reading books and do oral tests. Of course, these just made our boy more intelligence and sort of a prodigy. Had Harry not already been one, he would become one nonetheless. Harry remembered once his aunt and uncle were arguing about letting him learn too much and his aunt's reason was that she intended to have him home-schooled instead of sending him to school with Duddikins. She told Uncle Vernon that the more the boy learnt, the more she could have him do chores and run errands for them and what was best was that they could get him out of their skin earlier once he could get emancipated, of which Harry had no idea what that meant at the time. So once they went shopping, he skipped off to a book store in the mall and looked the word up in a dictionary. He felt a pang of sadness understanding there was no love for him in his relatives' at all.

Pushing the thought to the back of his mind, Harry followed the elderly into a very homey kitchen with a round dining table with 5 chairs. On the opposite of the door, there were counters of 2 stoves, oven and sink. In the corner, there was something that looked like a refrigerator, but rather a wooden one, as strange as it could be, most of everything in the kitchen seems to be made of wood. Harry was directed to a seat and the two adults sat with him in the middle.

"So, Harry, do you like chicken soup?" Morgana asked him. The boy just looked around with wide eyes and nodded absentmindedly. Then, if it could be, Harry's eyes grew wider seeing the soup pot flew from the stove hovering over the table, and then spoons flew out of a drawer along with some bowls getting out of the cupboard.

"Wow," was all Harry said.

Chuckling, Merline simply waved his hand and the light was out. Harry was panicked for a moment. He was not afraid of the dark, but being in the dark with strangers in an unknown place could panic you. Suddenly there were 3 candles lit and hovering over the table. A lone ladle was doing its job pouring down the clear spicy soup in the bowls in front of them.

"The soup is a bit less spicy than what we normally have," Morgana told him, "but seeing this would be your first time, I think this would introduce you to the paradise of Asian foods, which we will have them often."

Harry nodded and seeing Merlin already started his soup, he followed suit. It tasted nothing like he had before in his short life. It was hot, spicy hot that he was looking for some water, but did not see one. Merlin saw his dilemma and swished his hand once. A cup of steaming water appeared in front of him. Curious, Harry looked at the old man.

"Hot water would soothe your throat better for the hot of chili in your soup," Merlin said smiling. "Take a small sip and careful, the water is hot." The old man laughed at his own joke.

Taking a small sip, Harry felt better, though still hot and his tongue and throat were still burning. He really wished for cold water. Like Morgana heard him, she conjured a glass of ice water for him. He thanked the old lady and took a big gulp of cold water.

"Merlin, you know full well that the boy hasn't had this type of spice before and hot water would just make it worse for the first try." Morgana scolded her husband.

Merlin grinned cheekily, "but it does soothe better than cold water, don't you agree?"

Harry looked at the two and tried to smooth the argument. "Hot water did help though, but I prefer the cold one."

The old couple smiled at the boy and continued their soup, while Harry tried his again. It took about 5 more spoonfuls before he got used to the feeling of the spice. It does taste good, Harry thought to himself; never saw Morgana's smile and Merlin's smirk.

Once the soup was done, they had the next course; spaghetti with white cream sauce with hams and mushrooms. Then, they had chocolate cakes as desserts. It took a while for Harry to stop thanking both adults for their kindness. This was the first time he had a full dinner, which the adult just waved it off saying this is the simplest thing in their household.

They all retreated to the living room once again after telling Harry at least 5 times that he was not required to do the dishes or any cleaning. Harry felt full and had a strange feeling within his body. He was about to voice this to Merlin, when Morgana gave him a few vials.

Harry looked at her questioningly; Morgana just smiled and told him to drink them. The first few vials tasted so bad that the chocolate taste in his mouth was washed away leaving a bitter taste in his mouth that he felt like there were some ashes in there. However, the last two tasted just like water and lemonade. Seeing Harry downed all the potions she gave him, Morgana explained. "You may wonder, Harry, what they are."

Harry smiled; he started to feel energized and sleepiness left him completely now.

"Those are called potions. The first one, the worst taste, is skel-gro. A very strong, but slightly modified one, it will help repair all of the bones' fractures in your body. The second and third ones are nutritive nourishment and blood replenishment. The forth of the foul taste, which left some ashes in your mouth is muscles and nerves strengthener. And the last two are just simply water and lemonade dosed with some very light pepper-up potion, which would keep you awake for a little longer for our talk."

Harry processed the information in his head and thought it odd that she had given him those medicines since he did not feel ill at all. However, he did feel better and he could swear he could see much better and clearer. Harry might not know it, but the neglecting from his so called relatives had already caused him his eye-sight.

"Thank you, ma'am," Harry said, "I feel better… much better than… than whenever."

Morgana smiled at the boy, though inside she was seething with anger and frustration. Of course, she knew some plan had to be followed, but her heir should be living with his own parents, not just some monstrous relatives. She had argued with Merlin and Nicholas about it while they were still planning their operation Potter, but had to give in. Oh, how much she hated the word 'for the greater good'. She knew it had to be done for the surviving of Magic; to rid of the evils, both light and dark.

"Alright, Harry," Merlin spoke holding a cup of tea, "I'm sure you are wondering why you are here?"

Harry nodded and sat up attentively. He knew this would be very important and he vowed to get all information he was about to get.

"First," Merlin continued, "Magic is real."

Harry's jaw dropped. Of all things that went on, Merlin had to just state the obvious. Seeing his face though, both Merlin and Morgana chuckled.

"Sorry for an old man's joke, my boy." Merlin said apology. "Okay, that joke's done, now onto the more serious one.

You know about the world, of course? Good, Planet Earth as we are living in is a part of the Universe that many beings reside. We won't go out of the Earth now because it is not our priority. Our priority is our own planet. The Earth is consisting of various worlds, but mainly there are only 2 worlds in the realm of livings. Are you following me so far? Now, those 2 worlds are the Magical World and the Non-Magical World. We, the magical, sometimes call the non-magical muggle, which I'd say I prefer the word 'normal world' better.

The magical world is hidden from the normal world. Few centuries ago, it was a dark age. Dark Age means there are evils, be it humans or other beings. We will go back to that later. At the time, muggles were aware of magic and they started to be afraid of it. Fear made people reacted. Some reacted by pretending not to care, but these were few. More of them reacted by hunting us magical folks. There were witch-hunts as they called it. That's why we separated ourselves from non-magical people then. Do you understand this far, Harry?"

Harry nodded. He knew about witch-hunt of course having read about them and listened to his aunt's rants. He sometimes even imagined his aunt was a witch in disguise to make his life miserable.

"Now, we are going back to history a bit. You've heard about me, haven't you? The stories in muggle's books are quite accurate though only about the part I played in Arthur's life.

Before we go to the part of my life, we will start with the magical world blood status. You see, Harry, the only different about human residing on Earth are that some can use magic and some can't. So, the principal of all is Magic. Magic is everything. Just like Birth, Age, Sickness, and Death, Magic is also what every being in the world has or would have. When we are talking about humans, there mainly 2 types as you can guess," Merlin paused here wanting Harry to answer his last question-like sentence.

"Magical and non-magical," Harry said earning a smile from both adults.

"Correct. There is also something between the two though. Now, imagine magical at the top and non-magical at the bottom. Mark them as blood status; in the middle, we will have mixed blood or half-blood. However, there are also others. Now, let's see this." Merlin paused and then drew up 4 blocks in the air. In the block, he wrote non-magical in all blocks and then drew a line like one block to another forming to 2 sets of linked blocks.

"We all, and I say all of humans, are starting by just plain humans. Then, we have the first generation pure blood, which nowadays was called 'muggleborn' and some people, bad people mind you; call them 'mudblood', an insult that is very rude and unrespectable," Merlin paused here to let it sank in. The blocks in the air were forming a tree of generation with description at the side along Merlin's speech.

"Then, when two muggleborns marry and have a child, the child will be the second generation pure blood. And it goes on and on. Years after years, many families all forget about the beginning of the tree and just remember the most notable one in the family and start their family tree from there and claim to be pureblood.

Remember that I call the magical world, Harry? Good. All countries in the world has their magical part, though some muggle governments are just not informed about it or that they are new countries being independent after the World War II. Do you know the world 'biased' or 'bigot', Harry? Yes, there are those countries that are biased about blood status and sadly include Britain.

Our British magical part is still biased about blood purity," Merlin sighed heavily and with a wave of his hand, the previous blocks were moved aside and 4 new blocks appeared. Two of them had the word 'Pure Blood' and another two had the world 'muggle'.

"Now, when pure blood parents have a child, they are pure blood. When muggle parents have a child they are muggleborn. When a pure blood and muggleborn marry and have a child, the child is half-blood."

The blocks were link following Merlin's explanation and ended up at the lowest block of 'half-blood'. Harry watched fascinating with the review of the speech.

"However," Merlin continued calling attention back from Harry, "sometimes Magic decided to punish the pure blood for their bigotry and give them someone who cannot use magic, those children are called 'squib'. Squibs are believed to be the opposition of muggleborn, though the true is Magic, as I said earlier, Magic alone decides if the child of the family deserves it."

"So, Magic can decide if someone is worthy?" Harry asked trying to understand.

Merlin nodded, "every human has magic in them, Harry. Some just can't use it. The source of magic in your body is called the 'core'. Then, from the core and the person, there is a channel. Muggles don't have the channel in them, so they can't get to their magic cores. Squibs have the channel, but it was so small like a thread. They cannot use magic, but they can sense magic around them. And then, we have the wizards and witches; despite their blood status, they all have the channel big enough for them to use magic."

Merlin stopped and placed his teacup down. As if on queue, Morgana cleared her throat to get Harry's attention. She smiled before started her part.

"Magic is power, Harry, and power comes with responsibilities. Remember that once Magic deems you worthy for using magic, you are responsible to use it wisely and morally. Now, for Magic, there are 2 types – Light and Dark. Light does not mean good. Dark is not evil. They are depending on the intent. You can either be a good dark wizard or an evil light wizard or vice versa. Like me and my husband; Merlin is a light wizard, while I'm a dark witch. Do you think I'm evil, Harry?"

The boy looked shocked and shook his head franticly. Both adults smiled and Morgana filled her cup of tea and Harry's cup of hot chocolate.

"I think we're getting off-track here, dear husband," Morgana told Merlin, "your short introduction hasn't even get to the point of what we want to tell our heir who we really are to him yet."

Now, that really got Harry full attention. Heir?