Hey! Next chapter! Ok so I got this message on my review asking about "Ginny" and when she was going to come! Well sorry to burst your bubble she will not be coming until later on, but she will have a part! Maybe not a big one, more like Neville long bottom in the movie. So not really big part but also important! So onto the chapter….

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I don't think this is a right or wrong anymore. Only horrible and not-quiet-so-horrible~

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"What have I done" Harriet thought as she burred her face in her hands. All the while Malfoy paced in the tent, cursing up a storm.

"And she was the reliable one! I swear to think that she would keep her nose out of things but NO! She had to go be a bloody Gryffindor! All that foolishness! And here I thought it would at least be Weasley that would blow our cover BUT NO!" Darcy yelled herself exhausted, and came to slouch unlady like in her vanity chair.

"What are we to do potter?" Darcy asked dryly. "Does it look like I have all the answers?" Harriet snapped back, turning to glare up from her hunched position.

"Well you got her into this mess, and I do believe it's our job to get her out."

"Our?" Harriet asked in disbelief. "When has it ever been we?"

"Since you seem to be incompetent, and lacking the authority in the matter I believe I have a king to set straight." Darcy said, straitening her back as she left to confront the inevitable.

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"How could this have happen?" Hermione thought as she slumped against a corner of her cell. She was cold, tired, angry, and depressed and slightly the bit weary at the possibility of her trial.

"I haven't done anything! No magic what so ever…or did I use accidental magic?" Hermione wasn't sure what got her landed where she was now. She was sure she didn't use magic, and even if she did she didn't know any real magical healing spells that could cure this type of illness.

"I'm going to die" Hermione thought with a sigh. She didn't know why she felt so calm. Was it the years of near death experiences that made her immune to the mer thought of death? Or was she in disbelief to think this was most likely be her final resting place.

"Oh, I hope that the others can prove my innocence!" Hermione thought, holding onto that shred of hope.

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"What have you done?" Gaius accused once they where in the privacy of Gaius's chamber.

"What?" Merlin said in disbelief.

"I warned you!" Gaius overstated, pure annoyance written all over his face. "Oh, I understand you thought you were doing good!" he mocked calmly.

"I just couldn't let her father die; knowing that I could of cured him!" Merlin argued.

"Don't you think it may look suspicious, the curing of one man."

"Well then all I have to do then is…I'll cure everyone! No one will ever have to know it was magic!" Merlin said without thinking.

"It's already too late, they think Hermione and Gwen are sorceresses, and that they were the ones that caused the disease!"

"But they didn't!" Merlin stated in exaggeration, his mine racing at the speed of light. He made a break towards the door only to be stopped half way out by Gaius's question.

"Oh and how are you going to prove that?" Gaius question was lost on him as he went in search of the girls.

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Hermione's day wasn't the best in the world; first there wasn't room to swing a kneazle in her cell. Nor were the guards ever the gentlemen, more like a bunch of what professor McGonagall would call them, bumbling, babbling band of baboons. Hermione would never forget her saying that.

Then they purposefully began to drag her and Gwen out of there cells and forced to walk behind the pompous git of a prince, and to the throne room for a hearing.

Then things began to really heat up…

"Please listen to me, we have done nothing, I Swear we've done nothing" Hermione didn't voice her pleads out loud like Gwen, she knew they would fall on deaf ears she felt a skip in her chest seeing malfoy at the front looking cross at the king.

Hermione all of a sudden was shoved onto the ground, banging her knees painfully against the stones as her hands flew out in front of her body to catch herself from face planting.

She slowly lifted her head to come parallel to the kings, he was an imposing man. The kind that made her stomach turns with dread.

"Well done." The king said to his son, Hermione couldn't help but spare him a glance as he had his eyes trained on them incase they made a break for it. Hermione couldn't help but hold a dying bit of spit towards him, but then realized he was just following his father's orders.

"Why wouldn't anyone believe me, when I say we done nothing?" Gwen sobbed; Hermione took in the king's expression, the same kind she saw time and time again on mad-eye whenever he looked down on a criminal.

"He got better, he recovered, and we didn't do anything!" Gwen pleaded.

"It's true Sire, all we did was watch over him and made him comfortable." Hermione also added, taking the careful approach and denied everything.

"I agree with her statement, there is no evidence of the sort that the disease isn't incurable." Malfoy stated, appealing to the king. But he hardly even spared her a glance.

"What of this potent that was found?" the king questioned. Hermione was very much confused by that statement.

"What potent, there wasn't any potent that was in the house?" Hermione questioned, racking her brain to try to remember seeing such a thing but coming up dry.

"It was there, under his pillow." The prince supplied dryly, a stony outer shell that could rival the best disguises.

"Undo this enchantment, put an end to this epidemic" the king stated, Hermione really wished to know how to undo this curse herself, but…

"We can't!" Gwen spoke for the both of them.

"So you show no mercy" the king said as though they were already condemned.

"We're not witches; we cannot undo what we haven't done!" Hermione stated logically, getting fed up quickly at the king who seemed to hear no one but himself.

"If you cannot undo your sorcery. Then you will force my hand…I find you guilty, and therefore I perform judgment and under the circumstance I sentence you to Death."

"Bloody hell, Bloody hell, Oh great Godric" Hermione thought, her throat clogging as her eyes stretched wide.

"I can only hope once you die, this plague dies with you."

"YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" she heard Malfoy screech, in the tone of voice that she used whenever she threatened to complained to her mother.

Hermione's head swam as her eyes lazily flicked back and forth from the king and Darcy. And another woman with blond hair that argued for Gwen's safety as well. Her hearing was growing fuzzy, and the last thing she saw and felt was her body giving out and Arthur catching her before her head hit the floor…then nothing…

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"I swear by it, my servant has and is not an enchantress! I have known her since the age of 11. I trust her, and know for a fact that she—ENOUGH!"

Darcy's rant was cut short, and she fell silent at the imposing man in front of her. She knew her boundaries, but at times she had the tendency to cross them.

"Have you ever seen a witch? Believe me they bare no mark they can be anyone, anything! All they can see is dark and evil in there eyes! They torture and practice inflicting pain, and hold no restrain in there act for poverty! HAVE YOU WITNESSED THAT?"

"Yes" Darcy thought glumly, but the king took her appearance and silence as a no and continued his rant.

"It may look like an informal witch hunt to you, and you may see it as persecution. But know it's for the best, to keep you and others safe from harm." The king seemed to be pleading now, as if asking for an understanding.

"I-I realize that you want what's best for Camelot" Darcy stated slowly, choosing her words carefully. Tenderly working her way into his comfort zone. "But also see it as unfair treatment, how do you know that there really the ones that put a curse on Camelot? What if they were setup? Framed by the real culprit?"

"What do you think? The servant girl's father becomes ill, and her friend comes to help. And the next day he is magically cured?"

"Well there are many explanations—"once again she was silenced by a wave of the king's hand. "And what of this?" He said in monotone, holding out a bag that seemed to glow.

"I don't know, but I'm sure your going to tell me anyway" out loud she said. "I'm not really sure, what is it exactly?"

"It's a magical potent, that healed the servants father. It was found at there home, it cured him, and this is why they were found guilty. It's the form of witchcraft!" he said in a matter- of- fact tone.

"But"

"No, I have suffered from magic myself I know magic once I seen it, they must die or the whole kingdom shall perish! Now leave, and tell the exact same thing to Lady Meredith as you leave."

"yes sire" Darcy made her leave in the most dignified way while in her anger, being talked down to by a MUGGLE it made her day.

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Feeling jostled, bumping into someone roughly but not seemingly to. Her eyes stirring into focus as she slightly opened her eyes to the pounding of the sound of blood rushing to her ears.

She was being carried, is what she could decipher her face was parallel to a chest no armor but a gray tunic that was covered by a brownish-mahogany color coat. Her still slightly blurry eyes searched up towards the face, and her eyes shot wide at the prince whose eyes were trained straight ahead. Not aware that Hermione was awake.

Here mind reeled at how she was going to get out of this awkward position, almost missing the prince speaking to her.

"You're awake." He said, but his eyes didn't look anywhere but ahead. "Yes, I am and if it's no trouble I wish to be let down."

"Depends" he said, not really stopping towards there destination towards the cells. "Of what?"

This time he did stop. "If you promise not to run away." His gaze was finally fixed on her, which made her slightly in the most part scared. But then again, she faced much worse.

"And where do you think that I would be going?" she stated. Holding eye contact, showing that she was not afraid.

"I'm not sure really." He said as he placed her down on her own two feet. "Wherever witches go I suppose."

"Do you honestly find me to be a cruel witch?" Hermione questioned, walking side by side with the prince. He remained quiet till we reached the prison. And let me into my cell, which she went willingly.

"Truly, you don't seem the type." He side, turning the key to lock the cell. His statement threw her off a bit, thinking that he agreed wholeheartedly with his father.

"Thank you." Hermione found herself blurting out. He gave a hum of acknowledgement. Before stepping aside to strap his key's to his belt.

"You know I don't blame you." She said again thinking aloud her thoughts. "And why is that, I'm basically sending you to your death?"

"No, your father is. And you are simply following orders." Hermione softly spoke; they held eye contact for a little longer till he turned his back and left. The only sound left was Gwen crying in the next cell over.

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"The girls seem good hearted father. They haven't made any protests as far, nor would they admit to witch craft. I find them to be innocent, if not framed." Arthur confronted his father in his council chamber.

"That does not rest the case that they are sorcerers, and have been using enchantments." His father contradicted him.

"But father—he tried to protest but his father put a Holt in his explanation. "One day you may become king, and then you will understand."

"Such decisions must be made; there are dark forces that threaten this kingdom."

"I know father, magic is evil. But so is injustice, and yet I'm not king nor do I know what kind of king I will yet be, but I do know what kind of Camelot I want to live in, it will be where punishment fits the crime."

"I fear you are right." The king stated as he rose from his chair. "They played with fire, and sadly they will die by fire." He said, taking long gulps of water.

"Father that is not what I meant!" Arthur pleaded.

"I shall hear no more." The king warned as he left, leaving behind his son.

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Sitting across from each other Gaius stared at a broken hearted Merlin, who seemed lost in his life.

"I thought I was doing good, and that curing Gwen's father would help her. I thought I was saving a life, it seemed so simple."

"An easy solution is like a light to a storm Merlin, rush for it at your parley but does not always lead you to a safe harbor." Gaius said gently, pitying the poor boy for his mistake.

"I can see that now." Merlin said in a small voice, not looking up to meet his mentor's eyes.

"How many times have I warned about the responsibilities of being a warlock?"

"I must go see to them! I must make amends, neither of them are sorceress!" Merlin said, making for the door.

"Merlin!" Gaius called, making merlin pause for a moment. "H-FLORET one of the small flowers making up a composite flower head."

"Ok?" Merlin said unsure, but Gaius just waved him off with a sigh.

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And I will be there, for I wish to get a chapter up! For I feel as though I have been abusing this fan-fiction. (Which I have spent more time reading then uploading) but I swear to you I will finish this fanfcitions (and sometime my other fanfcitions) also I would like to thank mere888 for being my friend (ya know it girl) and look at her fanfcitions! (Also tell her to get a move on with mine!)

And also I really have a taste for narnia (and I really do believe in narnia to! I hope when I die I get to go to aslans country) and any who. I hope you like follow, fav, review; also if you know of any Harry potter time traveling/parallel universe that he gets sucked into…let me know!

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