Five hours later…

"Thirteen thousand, three hundred and ninety-two, thirteen thousand three hundred and ninety-three," Ron slowly turned the time turner, his eyes red and blood-shot from tiredness. "Oh, thank God!" he cried as Hermione came forward to relieve him of his post. She rolled her eyes unpityingly.

"Seriously, are you a wizard or not?"

"Yes," he said, defensively. "Why do you ask?"

"Because we could've been on our way hours ago, but you two insist on manually turning this thing! What number are you on?"

"Umm…"

"Thirteen thousand three hundred and ninety-three was the last one he did." Harry called from his sprawled out position on the sofa.

"Thanks Harry." She pointed her wand at the time turner. "Rubricus." The time turner began turning so fast that it was a blur. "Grab that bag of books and come over here."

Harry leapt off the sofa and did as she instructed. She lifted the chain so that it was around all of their necks. Immediately, the world went black. The only thing Harry could see was the three of them, and the spinning gold hourglass between.

Then, it stopped. The area around them slowly came back into focus again. The first thing Harry noticed was that they were standing in a room-but it certainly wasn't anything like the Gryffindor common room. There were swords hanging up on the walls, and there was only one bed.

Ron turned to Hermione. "Where are we?"

"Hush!" she dug in the bag Harry was holding and pulled out the invisibility cloak. "Put this on before we do anything else."

Harry pulled the time turner off their necks and handed it to her, just as she tossed the cloak over their heads.

"Will you explain where we are now?" Ron asked.

"Isn't it obvious? We're in Camelot! Hogwarts was built over the ruins of the old castle. Didn't you ever read Hogwarts, a History?"

"No." Harry and Ron said at the same time.

"Honestly, you two-"

"How are we going to find Merlin anyway?" asked Ron.

"Why do you ask so many questions?" asked Harry.

"I don't know, it's like someone else is making the words for me. I can't seem to think of anything to do besides ask questions to make us move on."

Hermione looked concerned. "Maybe Morgana knows we're here and enchanted you…"

"Shut up!" Harry hissed.

"What!" Hermione turned toward him, indignation on her face.

"Shut up, someone's coming!"

They all fell silent, listening. Sure enough, they could hear stomping footsteps coming down the hallway outside the door.

"MERLIN!"

"I think we're not the only ones looking for him." Harry whispered to Ron.

The door flew open, and a tall blond young man stepped in the room. He stood in the doorway for a total of three seconds before he fell forward with a "Oof!"

The cause of his sudden clumsiness was soon explained. Standing over him was a dark-haired boy, with blue eyes and big ears. "Sorry sire!" he gasped. He helped the man up.

"You are an idiot Merlin!" the man roared. "A bumbling, idiot, a fool, the worst servant in Camelot…"

"At least I'm better than you." Merlin muttered under his breath.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, nothing, Arthur."

Hermione gasped and held her hand over her mouth. "That's Arthur and Merlin? She asked disbelievingly.

Ron nodded. "I thought they'd be, I dunno, more impressive. Older."

As they watched, Arthur set Merlin the task of scrubbing the floors of his room. "And when I come back, it had better be done, or else!" he called as he left.

"Clotpole!" Merlin called back.

"I heard that!" Arthur shouted.

Merlin shut the door behind him and whispered, "Iherta." The lock clicked. Then he looked around the room. "Tleilka, maikin alwou weil." Harry noticed that his eyes glowed yellow exactly as Morgana's had done when she performed magic.Immediately the bucket he was holding filled with water, and rags began to dip themselves in and start scrubbing the floor. He let out a sigh and laid back on the bed.

Harry looked at the other two and mouthed, "Now." They both nodded. Then they took off the cloak.

Merlin yelled, and fell off the bed. He scrambled back up, staring at them. "Who are you?" he asked.

"This may be hard to explain," Hermione began nervously, a little awed at talking to the greatest magician of all time. "We're wizards, or, I'm a witch, and they're wizards…"

Merlin jumped over and clapped a hand over her mouth. "Be quiet! Don't you realize how much danger you're in?"

"Like you can talk." Ron said, nodding pointedly at the rag still scrubbing diligently at the floor.

Merlin glanced at it. "Oh, right. Sopra." The rag became still.

"Anyways," Harry said quietly. "We're from a different time. Morgana has come there to find out who Emrys is. She wants to kill you."

Merlin's eyes widened. "How did she do it?" he asked.

Hermione shrugged. "Does it matter right now?"

"I suppose not," Merlin said. "But Gaius-" He was interrupted by someone calling from outside the locked door.

"Merlin? Who is that you're talking too?"

His face grew paler than it already was. "It's Morgana."