**Previously on Historical Field Trip? Or World Ending Paradox:Out of the trees came a young man, he was quite tall and had black messy hair. His eyes were wild blue that had both youth and wisdom. He was wearing a simple blue tunic and brown leather jacket, with brown trousers and a red neckerchief. He smiled up at their stupefied faces. "Hello, I'm Merlin." **

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There was a stunned silence. Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other with raised eyebrows.
"You are Merlin?" Harry asked with a smirk.

'Merlin' blinked at him confusedly. "Yes?" Ron and Harry both burst into laughter. Looking both confused and appalled Merlin asked "What are you two laughing at?"

"I'm sorry," Harry said stifling his giggles "It's just that you expect us to believe that you are Merlin the Great."

Merlin was about to say something when another man came crashing through the bushes. "Merlin!" the man said laughing. "You done gathering wood? Princess is getting annoyed." He paused at seeing the three teens. "Who's this?"

Merlin sighed. "I don't know Gwaine, I was just about to ask them."

"Oh," Gwaine said smiling. "Hello, I'm Gwaine and that meat-head over there is Merlin."

"Gwaine!" Merlin groaned.

Ignoring his friend Gwaine continued. "What are your names?"

By now Harry, Ron and Hermione were all staring open mouthed at the knight and warlock. "You mean it's true?" Ron squeaked.

Gwaine and Merlin looked at him in amusement. "Did you just squeak?"

"No!" Ron said his face pink with embarrassment. "What I meant was...it's true that he is really Merlin. I mean The Merlin."

Gwaine looked at Merlin while raising his eyebrow. Merlin shook his head and shrugged. "They asked me that before, but I have no idea what they are talking about." Merlin said.

"MERLIN!" The voice of Arthur Pendragon came through the trees.

"Here we go again." Merlin sighed.

"What was that?" Hermione asked looking startled.

Merlin smirked. "That...was Arthur Pendragon. The annoying king of prats."

"Oh don't let him hear you say that..." Gwaine snickered.

"Don't let who hear what Gwaine?" Arthur's voice came from behind them making the golden trio jump. "Merlin who are these people?" He asked when he noticed the teens.

"I don't know sire," Merlin commented with some sarcasm. "I was just about to ask them but then you showed up yelling like a prat." Harry, Ron and Hermione all grinned and looked at each other.

Arthur frowned and swatted his manservant across the head. "I am your king, show some respect." Arthur muttered to Merlin then turned to the three slightly shocked teens. "Now, your names please?" He asked politely but with some amount of authority.

Hermione bit her lip looking unsure as to what to say. She had no idea if the events of history would be altered if they interfered. She was about to say something but Ron had to open his mouth.

"I'm Ron Weasley, that is Hermione Granger and that is...Harry Potter."

Arthur, Gwaine and Merlin had puzzled looks. "Those are unusual names..." Arthur said

"He means interesting," Merlin supplied with a glare at Arthur.

"My apologies," Arthur said after a moment. "no offence was meant."

"Now that's over with..." Gwaine said sauntering up to Hermione. "What brings you to Camelot?" He asked flirtatiously.

"Gwaine...not now." Merlin said through clenched teeth.

Hermione, blushing faintly, looked at the Camelotians with a slightly flustered look. "We're...we're just passing through." She said coming up with a story quickly.

"Ah," Gwaine smiled while simultaneously putting an arm around Hermione's shoulders and pushing Ron out of the way. "Well in that case, why don't we show you around the town? I'm sure a pretty girl like you would need protection."

"Hardly." Harry whispered through a snort.

"Pardon?" Merlin asked looking puzzled.

"Nothing," Harry muttered with a slight smile. "Lead the way."

Arthur nodded and started leading the way back to their camp. Hermione was stuck with Gwaine who was trying, very unsuccessfully to flirt with the witch. Harry and Ron kept to the back and conversed in whispers.

"So, can you tell me why you are wearing such strange clothing?" Merlin asked Harry.

Blinking Harry glanced at Ron wishing that they would've stayed in their school robes instead of their casual clothes. "Uh..well you see, we're not from around here."

"Funnily enough I gathered that." Merlin commented with a cheeky grin. "So if you are not from around here where are you from?"

"Far away." Harry said mysteriously.

"Really?" Merlin asked in a slightly amused tone.

"Really far away." Ron added with a grin. "Could you do us a favor though?" Ron asked an annoyed look crossing his face.

"What?"

"Can you please tell that bloke to stop flirting with Hermione?"

A knowing smirk came upon Merlin's features. "Why? Jealous?"

"Me? Jealous?" Ron asked appalled while Harry snickered quietly to himself. "As if."

"Oi! You lot." Arthur called over his shoulder. "Come on we haven't got all day."

"Coming your highness," Merlin called back with sarcasm in his voice. "Sorry about him. He's a bit of a prat. Well, more than a bit... well... okay so he's the king of prats."

"So what...you are his court sorcerer now right?" Ron asked with a confused frown.

Merlin paled and slapped a hand over Ron's mouth. "Shhh!" He muttered lowly in his ear. "He will hear you."

"What?" Harry asked in alarm, he paled at the look Merlin gave him. "I mean what's going on?" He whispered.

"How do you know about my magic?" Merlin said releasing Ron and glaring hard at the both of them. "Tell me."

To Be Continued...