Pairing/s in this chapter: KAP/QG, one sided ME/KAP, TMR/HJP

Warnings in this chapter: Alternate Universe, Crossover, Character Death, Alternate Universe - Cannon Divergence

Ner words in this chapter: 3,955


"Talking"

'Thinking'

Parseltongue

«Talking in Mind»

Dream/Memory/Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV


Chapter II

–Magic Sentient

Tuesday, 31 July 1973

HJP's POV

It was embarrassing how all the women at the café cooed at his outburst. Honestly! What was wrong with Arthur's eyes?

"Frankly, Father. Stop babying me already!"

If he expected Arthur to let it go, he was fairly mistaken.

"Never, Morgana." Harry went deep red as Arthur messed his hair even further. "Someone has to."

It was all his own fault. He should've learnt by now to don't bring the King anywhere. Frankly. What was he thinking?

–PB–

Saturday, 4 August 1973

ME's POV

Merlin glanced up from his book when Tom stormed inside the house, furious.

"I take it the interview went terribly wrong?"

"He only agreed to see me because law forces him to!"

"I told you you should've use the Tom Riddle's form instead of your actual one." He argued, returning to the book disinterested. Only to frown when the man appeared with hands on each side of Merlin's armchair, locking him in. "Tom?"

"Can you at least pretend to care?"

Merlin sighed.

"You don't really want to teach, Tom. You want minions. I won't placate in that."

"Do you want a wizard burn on the stick again?"

Merlin's eyes narrowed.

"You know I don't, Tom."

"If Dumbledore gets his way, that is what is going to happen."

Merlin massaged his eyebrows.

"Tom…"

"Tanks! Bombs!"

Merlin's stomach tightened at picturing the World War I and II only against all the wizards and witches.

"What you want me to do? I can't get you a job at the school. Not as Lord Voldemort."

Tom sneered in disgust, stepping back.

"As Tom Riddle, then."

Merlin nodded and stood, rolling his shoulders. What he didn't do for a Pendragon…

"Very well then…"

"Merlin!" Merlin stopped by the door and looked back. "Thank you."

The smile he threw at Merlin took his breath away. Even with this dark tainted figure he had. Damn, the bastard had to know exactly the effects he had on Merlin!

"I'm here for you, Tom. Always."

"I know."

Merlin smiled sadly. He had taught well the kid… he even had Arthur's bloody pride.

Merlin turned and apparated away - oh, how this would've come in handy back in the days - to the Ministry of Magic. He climbed the stairs to the top floor and the man at the entrance immediately run to help him to a chair.

"Emrys!"

Merlin smiled at the Minister when he came to meet him in the waiting room.

"Sorry came uninvited."

"No problem. How can I help you?"

"Something to drink would've be nice." Next time he wouldn't climb as an old man. Damn his back. The Minister laughed and signalled his secretary. "Next… this."

He passed the Minister a folder with Tom's school grades. As Merlin drank his water, the Minister read it in thought.

"Intern proposal?"

"DADA Professor proposal."

"Dumbledore…"

"Refused him."

The Minister frowned and read again the file.

"With these grades?"

"You see why I came to you."

"You did well, Emrys. I'll see to this right away. On the mean time… Cornelius, when Emrys regain his breath help him down the stairways to the bottom floor."

"Yes, sir."

Merlin smiled thankfully, while internally he groaned. There goes the idea of changing back.

–PB–

Saturday, 25 August 1973

HJP's POV

"Potter!"

Harry froze and turned slowly. There right before him was a furious clerk.

"Excuse me?"

"What do you think you are doing here, Lad? I told you never to enter my shop ever again. And alone! What would your parents ever say?"

"My… parents?"

James and Lily?

"Oh, I'm not falling for that trick, Lad. I'm calling your father right away. Honestly! Whatever did the Potters ever do to get stuck with such an unbearable brat like you?"

Harry's eyes grew. Bu… they had just met! Not to mention… his parents were dead. An old man left the shop's fireplace.

"What is it, Malvin?"

"Your son is here again."

"James?" the old man turned towards Harry surprised, who couldn't help but gape. Finally, the man shook his head fondly. "What did you get into this time, James?"

"I…" Harry's voice refused to work.

"Is there anything wrong, Morgan?"

Harry looked up as Arthur appeared right next by his back, a hand on Harry's shoulder. Arthur… right. Time travel… King…

"These people are scaring me, Father. They keep calling me Potter and Brat and James all over again." Harry didn't have to fake his hiccup.

This old man… he was Harry's Grandfather!

"James, this play has gone too fa…"

"Harry Morgan King!" Arthur hissed, pulling Harry behind his back. "That's the name of my son. Come, Morgan, we'll go shopping for your training clothes elsewhere."

Harry nodded and let Arthur pull him out.

"How dare you?" Mr Potter hissed. "I recognise my own son!"

Arthur glanced at Harry with a raised eyebrow. Harry sighed and pulled his bands away from his forehead to show his lightning scar.

"Morgan was attacked by evil magic users -"

"Dark Wizards." Harry supplied.

"- by Dark Wizards. Not to mention that you…" Arthur glanced towards Harry to make certain. "Wizards," Harry nodded "tend to only use those tunics -"

"Robes."

"- robes with nothing underneath! At least Morgan uses some proper clothes underneath!"

That left both the seller and Mr Potter gaping, while Arthur turned and pulled Harry out the shop.

"You know… you just insulted the entirely Wizardry World."

"I have a vague idea." Arthur agreed. "Was he… grandfather?"

"I believe so."

Arthur set a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"I know we just met, Morgan, but…"

Harry smiled up at the man.

"Thank you."

"You are still getting training lessons."

Harry groaned, which made Arthur laugh.

"Can I at least get a cleaning kit for my broom?"

Arthur frowned confused.

"Broom?"

"We fly on them."

Arthur's eyes grew.

"Oh… sure."

Harry smiled thankfully and they entered the first broom shop that showed up.

"Can I help?"

"Hmm… sure. I need a cleaning kit." Harry put in as he looked around at the brooms.

"Type?"

"Nimbus."

The man frowned.

"A Nimbus? They are so out of fashion and…"

"It's the best broom in the whole world." Harry agreed. "And these brooms are great and stuff…" Harry turned towards Arthur. "If you are learning how to fly, that is."

Arthur smirked as the man gaped.

"I'll have you know that all great flyers…"

"Will be jealous of my son's greatest broom." Arthur agreed. "The cleaning kit?"

Grudgingly, the kit was given and paid. After that, they went home. Harry climbed to his room, fetched his broom and took it downstairs to take care of it. He could see Arthur's look through the whole cleaning, until he finally sighed and looked up.

"Yes?"

"Does it really fly?"

Harry put the broom on the floor by his side.

"Up!" it jumped unto his hand, then he sat on it and levitated just enough. "Happy?"

"Very. Not so sure about what Merlin would've think of the idea, though."

Harry snorted, returning to his own feet. Then he heard Hedwig's hoot as she entered through the window. She offered a letter to Harry. He picked it and uncoiled the parchment.

"My school book list. Oh… and they accepted your training as an actual class."

"Perfect."

"They send our training lessons timetable as well. And the school slip for you to enter the school on those hours." Arthur nodded, accepting the parchment. "They also send a slip for Hogsmead weekends. You need to sign it." Arthur accepted it and went to the table, picking a quill while reading the slip. "Possible books have been added to my list for you to choose from for my training classes."

"Oh?" Arthur looked up confused.

There was a knock and Arthur stood going to open it. An old blond man was there.

"Mr King, I presume?"

"The very same." Arthur agreed.

"My name is Horace Slughorn, I'm a Potions Professor at Hogwarts School."

Arthur stepped away from the door and Slughorn entered. Harry bowed his head at the Professor, sincerely hoping this one was better than Snape.

"Professor."

"Mr King." The Professor agreed with a smile. "I am the Hogwarts School's Deputy Headmaster." He put towards Arthur. "It has come to our understandment that you are a Muggle, sir?"

"Muggle?" Arthur turned towards Harry.

"I told you that one already… non-magic people." Harry explained. "Yes, Father is a Muggle."

"And the Mother?"

"She had magic." Arthur agreed, sitting behind the table and finishing the slip. "She raised our son by herself until this summer, when she…"

"So Mrs King was the one to teach magic?" Harry nodded. "In your files it says that you've been poisoned?"

"Dark Wizards attacked them." Arthur replied. "My son was bitten by a magical snake… my wife used the rest of her strength to call for me for help."

"Why were you not with them?"

Arthur and Harry shared looks.

"Father freaked out when he realized Mother had magic."

Slughorn's eyes grew.

"I'm sorry. I know some Muggles don't…"

"For Morgana's sake, I am trying." Arthur argued. "On Morgan's letter it said books for his training classes?" he added while handing Harry a parchment.

Harry accepted the slip and securely saved it on his pocket.

"Anything wrong with those books?"

"I'm teaching him how to defend himself. What's the book for?"

Slughorn frowned and turned towards Harry.

"Muggle training." Harry put in. "With my wand, sure, but Muggle."

Slughorn nodded thankfully.

"There's several techniques to teach a young wizard how to defend himself. Breathing techniques to better flew out the magic. To better get in touch with it. Maybe even feel others…"

"I already feel magic." Harry argued as he finished setting tea on the table.

"Excuse me?"

"I can feel magic." Harry shrugged. "It's no big deal."

Arthur narrowed his eyes, his eyes on Slughorn.

"From your face the fact that Morgan can feel the magic on the wand at the shop window of the wandshop is not normal."

Slughorn glanced at Harry as Harry served him the tea.

"May I do a check-up?" he asked Arthur, who nodded. "I need you to stay very still. Even if it… tickles."

Harry closed his eyes and had to bit his bottom lip as he felt a warm feeling pass over him. Damn it was hard not to laugh.

"How much powerful?"

He opened his eyes to see Slughorn back on his seat, sipping his tea.

"With that reaction? Young King is a Magic Sentient. Not a taught one, which can be harmful to him… and to everyone around him."

"Special techniques to Sentients?" Arthur wondered.

"Yes. Good thing he is in training classes, as it branches a lot." Slughorn smiled at Arthur. "You have a powerful son. You should be proud of him."

Arthur smiled.

"I will… as soon as he learns not to get into trouble."

"I don't do it on purpose." Harry argued as he returned with a brunch of cookies, deep red.

"Wand hand?" Slughorn asked as Harry set the cookies on the table and Harry showed the wand holster up his forearm. "Right handed… can you use your left?" Harry shook his head puzzled. Slughorn turned towards Arthur. "Magic Sentient need to exercise both hands. Magic flows from both sides. If he only teaches himself from one side then…"

"Two wands?"

"It would've be better." Slughorn agreed.

"Then it looks like we need to go to Diagon Alley after all… so not fancying the bus ride."

"Good." Harry exclaimed happily. "We'll finally have time to speak with the Account Manager."

"Account Manager?"

"Father bought this house… although it lacks plumbing."

Slughorn's eyes grew.

"Oh my… bathroom?"

"Inexistent." Harry agreed.

"I know just the wizard for the job." Slughorn put in to Arthur. "And at an incredibly cheap price."

"We'd be thankful." Arthur agreed. "Anything for Morgan to stop pointing it out on every chance he's got." He added with a groan.

Harry grinned.

"If it wasn't for me, we'd be having bucket bathes." Harry argued. "Honestly, we're lucky that Ab lets us use the baths."

"Stop gloating, Morgana!" Arthur grumbled.

Slughorn smiled.

"Want me to give you a ride to Diagon Alley? No need to take the Knight Bus."

"Why not?" both Harry and Arthur agreed.

–PB–

"Here again, Mr King?" Harry blushed at Ollivander's comment. "Anything wrong with the wand holster?"

"No… I… what do you know about Magic Sentients?"

Ollivander stepped back and took a good look at Harry.

"You are one?" Harry nodded. "I never tested you the first time?" Harry shook his head. "What was I thinking? Extend your left arm. Need to measure you." Harry nodded and took out his robe, before raising his arms horizontally. "Very well. You can feel Merlin's wand at the shop window, can't you?"

"Yes." Harry agreed as the metric tape started to move around him. "Professor Slughorn said it's not normal."

"Normal per se, it isn't. For a Sentient… not unheard of." Harry hummed as the heap of wands started to grow on counter. "Parents' names?"

"James and Lily Potter."

"Muggleborn?"

"Yes."

"Lily Evans." Ollivander agreed. "You have a lot of her."

Harry smiled shyly.

"Thank you. People usually say I take after my…"

"You do. But you aren't just his." Ollivander argued and stopped the tape before giving Harry a wand only to replace it. "For the Phoenix' wand I take it it was a long go."

"Yes, Sir."

Ollivander frowned at the way Harry grabbed the wand. Then grabbed the wand and pushed the sleeve, to look at the Basilisk scar.

"Snake specimen?"

"Basilisk."

"Cure?"

"Fawkes." Harry let his Phoenix' wand fly to his right hand. "The owner of this wand's feather."

Ollivander nodded.

"Basilisk, Basilisk… what do I have…"

A wand was given Harry and another, and another and another. Like last time, the wizard only grew more excited each time a wand was refused.

"I love a good puzzle." Mr Ollivander put in. "I had to be really old not to realize the Magic Sentient if it was this hard last time."

"31st July '91. My 11th birthday."

Ollivander looked back from the wand boxes.

"Not that old then… better make a healer check-up." Ollivander winked at Harry, who snorted. "What about purity instead of venoms… try this one."

Harry accepted it and immediately red sparks left the wand.

"It's perfect." Harry grinned, thankfully.

"Now, on to holsters… 10 inches, Hawthorn wood and Unicorn hair core."

Harry let the man work as he tested the feeling of the wand on his left hand.

"Any special books you advise for my training sessions with the King?"

"You'll have training lessons with King?" Harry nodded. "I'll write down the book titles. To better help you along the trainings."

"Thank you, Mr Ollivander."

Ollivander smiled back.

–PB–

ME's POV

Tom accepted the tea that Merlin served him, his face on a book as he got ready for the upcoming school year. Merlin picked his own book and sat down. He could feel Hogwarts tingling with excitement something had to be about to happen…

"The Headmaster is coming." He put in.

"I have a lot to get ready. Need to study my classes books before the school year starts."

"That's a terrible excuse, Tom." Merlin reprimanded his godson, who raised an eyebrow back without looking away from his book.

The infirmary's door opened. Merlin glanced at the entering Headmaster with a raised eyebrow of his own.

"Emrys." Merlin nodded. "Tom."

"Professor Dumbledore." Tom agreed without looking up from his books.

"Tom Marvolo." Merlin hissed and the wizard finally looked up from the book. "I believe I've taught you better than that."

Tom turned towards Dumbledore.

"Headmaster." He put in gallantly, before – like a petulant child – turned towards Merlin and raised his eyebrows. "May I return to my studies now, Godfather?"

Bloody, insolent bastard. Merlin sighed and nodded.

"God… father?" Dumbledore wondered.

Merlin looked at Dumbledore.

"I knew Merope long time ago when she was a toddler. When her mother died, her grandfather cut the contact with the Gaunts and I lost contact. I met Tom he was already in school. Took him in back then." Merlin explained and lent on his staff to stand. "And yes. I was the one to go to the Minister. The Emrys' name still means something to some people."

"Emrys…"

"Grindelwald's defeater or not; you are not all powerful. Now leave my infirmary. I have to count all the potions and balms I have for the upcoming year. Not to mention that Tom has a week to study seven books."

"That's not just why I've come." Merlin looked towards the Headmaster. "You need to prepare your storage for a poisoned transferred student. Home taught with his mother. Was attacked by Dark Wizards and Mother died calling for his Father's help. He was poisoned with Basilisk during said attack."

Tom looked up immediately.

"Poisoned?"

"Bitten." Dumbledore agreed.

It was no need to be said. Dumbledore suspected it had been Tom and his knights. Merlin glanced at his godson, before back to Dumbledore.

"How did he survive?"

"Apparently Fawkes decided to intervene."

Which explained why Dumbledore was letting a transfer student in…

"I'll need a drop of Fawkes' tears."

"It won't be easy, but will be done." Dumbledore agreed.

"I take it this is the Boy Who Lived that everyone is all about." Tom wondered.

"Apparently he survived a Dementor's attack as well." Dumbledore put in. "Horace is with them in Diagon Alley as we speak."

"Very well, Headmaster. If that will be all?" Dumbledore nodded and left. "Tom?"

"No Basilisk's use." He retorted. "How much poison do you require?" he added as he stood.

"As much as you can harvest. I need it for the child's safety."

Tom nodded, storing his books and gathering the flasks.

"Very well."

"Tom!" the wizard stopped by the door and looked back. "I want your diary."

"I just said I didn't…"

"Your Old Religion diary."

Tom frowned.

"I haven't written in it in years."

"I know. I know very well what you did to it. I still require it."

With a raised eyebrow, Tom approached the table, where a black leather diary flew from the heap of books towards his hand and then given to Merlin, before the wizard left. Merlin sat again, opening the book. It had been a while since he felt Tom's younger magic…

He picked a quill.

My name is Merlin Emrys.

What can I do for you, Godfather?

List of spells involving The Old Religion.

Whatever for?

Merlin wondered how to write it down.

One person. Two different creatures.

There's a moment where ink didn't disappear. Merlin feared Tom wouldn't answer, then the ink disappeared only for a precise list of ingredients and words were written on the page.

"Found what you were looking for?"

Merlin looked up as Tom set 5 vials of Basilisk poison before him. Merlin returned the diary.

"Afraid not. Just how much of a fool you were as a teenager."

Tom rolled his eyes.

"You are one to talk." He retorted and returned towards his books. "After all, who was it that created Mordred and Morgana in the first place?"

Even though it was said coldly, there was no actual bark in the voice. Merlin was the only person that Tom had ever let in. Merlin glanced at the diary, before picking the vials. If he was right, not for long.

–PB–

Saturday, 1 September 1973

HJP's POV

"Will you be all right?" Harry wondered as they pulled his trunk to Hogwarts' gates.

"I'll be fine, Morgan. Meals at Three Broomsticks and Hogshead. What could actually go wrong?"

Harry groaned.

"Now you hitched us. Something will go wrong!"

Arthur snorted and messed with Harry's hair.

"Mr and Mr King?"

"Yes." Arthur agreed as Harry fixed his hair.

"The school healer wants to see you before the sorting ceremony."

Harry turned towards the speaking man, only to tense. No way… it couldn't be!

"Very well. See you in a few days, Morgan."

Harry froze and couldn't speak as Arthur shook the Professor's hand, before walking away. No… don't leave me… with him…

"Father…" he whispered before he could stop himself.

Arthur stopped and looked back puzzled, before he rolled his eyes.

"Don't be such a girl, Morgan. It's just two days. We'll be fine."

"I…"

"Just be a good boy. I'll see you in two days."

Harry's eyes watered as Arthur just turned and left. That's not it, you moron!

"You can leave the truck there; the house elves will take it to your future room."

Harry glanced at the hand appearing on his shoulder and let himself be guided to a cart. He petted the strange creatures once he left.

"Thestral." Harry glanced to the Professor. "Only people who saw death can see them."

"Oh…"

He was taken to the infirmary, where an old man was waiting for them.

"Mr King." Voldemort supplied to the healer.

"It's a pleasure meeting you, Mr King. I am Emrys."

"Sir." Harry bowed his head cautiously, which only made the healer to smile. "You wanted to see me?"

"Yes. It seems I require to be in touch with any after effects of your attacks."

Harry nodded. He glanced to Voldemort, with Tom Riddle's bloody adult face, who smiled back gallantly.

"Do you require anything, King?"

"No need. Thank you, Professor Riddle." Harry walked to the gurney that Emrys had pointed out to him.

Calm down, Harry! You are Not a baby!

–PB–

ME's POV

Merlin smiled amused at the surprised look on Tom's eyes.

"Anything wrong?" he inquired as he let the boy get ready.

"I didn't tell him my name."

Merlin glanced to the gurney, protected by the curtains.

"Interesting…" he approached and peeked inside only to see King setting two wand holsters aside. "Two wands?"

The boy glanced back, embarrassed.

"Magic Sentient."

Merlin's eyes grew. He let his magic go and tried to touch the boy's mind. It had been a while since he'd had someone who could reply back.

«Can you hear me?»

«Of course. You're speaking loud and clear.»

Merlin opened the curtains.

"Tom!" Tom looked up from his books. "Mr King is Magic Sentient." Tom nodded with a raised eyebrow. "Untaught." The 'like me' was left unsaid, but Tom understood.

"You are in training body-to-body classes, correct?"

King nodded.

"Father insists I'd have it."

"I'll join you two on any free time I may have." Tom put in.

Merlin watched as King palled ever further.

"There's no need, Sir."

"I'm your Professor, Mr King. It is my job now."

Merlin glanced at Tom, then again to King.

"You need to learn to control yourself." He put in as he took in the scars on the boy's chest, arms and back.

No wonder the boy's father insisted on physical training… Arthur would've…

"Here." Merlin looked away from the scars as Tom forced a calming draught down his mouth.

(TBC)


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