'I can't believe you invited Neville over and not me.' Blaise sighed and leaned back in his seat, his eyebrows were furrowed together and a frown was firmly planted on his lips.

'I can't have too many people over at my house over break, and it's only for the first few days.' Harry answered, not even looking away from the window. The thought of seeing his mother again was exciting but he could feel the apathetic air his mother had fall over him the closer they got to the station.

'So? What about us? Shouldn't we come over too?' Hermione huffed and Blaise nodded, grinning as soon as she voiced her agreement. It was always to a plus to have Hermione on their own side of the argument.

'I don't have to go over if it bothers everyone.' Neville sunk into his seat, his cheeks warming with every comment.

'What! No!' Hermione glared at him, causing Neville's eyes to widen. 'You can't just not go! It'll be good for you to go to Harrys! It's just, I want to meet his mother too.' She frowned and crossed her arms.

'You want to meet my mother?' Harry finally looked away from the window, a look of pure disbelief was plastered on his face as he stared at the girl beside him. Not only had she already met his mother, but shockingly she hadn't mentioned anything about the books he owned. 'I thought you would have wanted to see all of the books she had or something, but whatever. If you don't want to.' He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly before looking at Neville who was in front of him, winking at him just as Hermione gasped.

'How many books does she have?' Hermione's frizzy hair seemed to pop up as she grabbed onto his arm, staring at him with her curious brown eyes.

'No, it doesn't matter, don't worry about it.' Harry shook his head and hid his growing smile from her.

'Harry!' Hermione whined, pouting as she fell back on her seat. Blaise smirked at her, yelping when she kicked his shin with her foot.

'What was that for!' Blaise glared at her and rubbed his shin, somehow looking regal. Perhaps some people were just born with the ability to look like nobility in whatever they managed to do, and Harry supposed Blaise was one of them. Of course, Harry didn't realise that he was the exact same. It was the thing with people looking outwards and comparing themselves to others, they always fail to look in, and see themselves for what they truly were.

'I'm sorry!' Hermione covered her mouth with her hands, looking horrified. 'I was over excited, and then I just- I'm sorry!'

'It's alright,' Blaise raised his hands and Harry knew there was trouble as soon as his lips curled into a familiar grin and his eyes sparked with some horrible idea. 'I always knew you would hit on me.'

'Oh, I'll hit on you,' Hermione snapped, kicking him again, this time with absolutely no remorse. Neville rolled his eyes and shot Harry a look, Harry just raised his hands and shook his head before leaning against the window again.

'You can still meet my mother, she's picking us up today.' Harry glanced at Neville who nodded, clearly approving that Harry was stepping in. Unlike Harry,

'Really?' Hermione fixed her dusty pink blouse and smiled. Suddenly forgetting her battle against Blaise.

'Of course.' Harry smiled at her and blinked in surprise as she suddenly reached towards him and started adjusting his grey sweater so that it wasn't crooked.

'Sorry,' she said as she flushed and looked down at her fingers. Hermione had a habit of adjusting things she found annoying, so she was always fixing their hair, clothes, or ties so that they were perfect. She even moved around Harry's school supplies if he laid them down a way she didn't like.

'What's your mom like?' Neville spoke up and pulled at his brown chevron knit turtleneck, looking as if he were about to melt in a puddle of anxious goo

'What do you mean?' Harry frowned, trying to look anywhere but the turtleneck, just looking at it made him feel like he was choking. He could never stand them, and he tried for his mother he really did, but he just mentally could not handle them.

'Is there something I need to remember to do? What doesn't she like?'

'It doesn't matter.' Before Neville's green eyes could burst out of his head in anxiety Harry continued speaking, 'my mother isn't rule oriented. In fact, I think she forgets I need rules.' Harry smiled sheepishly and ran his fingers through his hair. Because it was true, really.

'Forgets rules?' Blaise looked amazed, 'I wish my mom would forget rules. It's a pity I won't be able to meet her,' he said as he huffed and rubbed his cheek absent-mindedly. 'My mother wants me to head straight to her and go home, there are things to do.'

'Well, better luck next time.' Hermione shrugged, but didn't look sympathetic at all. 'Ms. Pendragon, only has time for important people anyways.' She shot him a smug look and he rolled his eyes in retort, deciding wisely to keep his mouth shut.

'So, you're Neville.' Morgana looked down at Neville, one of her eyebrows was cocked as she observed him. Beads of sweat were practically lining the poor boys forehead as he fiddled with his fingers. 'I'm Morgana, Harry's mother. It's a pleasure to meet you.' She smiled at him and ruffled his dark blonde hair much like she had Harry's.

'Hello,' Neville flushed and smiled back at her. 'Hermione wants to see you.' He stuffed his hands into his baggy blue jeans and looked at Harry who grinned at him. Morgana looked like a queen in Neville's eyes and that just made him nervous. She stood with the same noble demeanour that many purebloods did and she was wearing what he was sure were designer muggle clothes.

Morgana had on a long black coat and a dark blue scarf was wrapped around her neck, making her blue eyes pop with colour. She also was wearing a pair of designed black, white, and blue pants and plain black shoes that he was sure came from out of country. Her dark brown, or maybe black, hair was coiffed in perfect curls and her lips were a startlingly red, making him think of the poisoned apple from Snow White. So much for no rules, Neville thought morosely, she looked like she breathed them. No wonder Hermione liked her so much.

'Ms. Pendragon!' Hermione exclaimed, running up with her luggage right behind her. 'It's nice to see you again.'

'It's nice to see you as well.' Morgana smiled proudly as if she were talking to her own daughter. 'I heard you got into Ravenclaw, how does the house suit you?'

'It's nice! Nobody really bothers each other.' Hermione chimed, panting from how much energy she had wasted to run over with all of her luggage.

'So, nobody talks at all,' Harry whispered to Neville who snickered.

'They all participate in proper communication, by reading alone,' Neville retorted, smiling at Hermione who was oblivious to their jokes.

'Be careful.' Morgana brushed her hair off of her shoulder as she spoke, 'the house of the eagles may be nice but the people are fickle. They prefer cold logic over loyalty, that's why they get along well with the Slytherins, both realise that nothing lasts forever.' Hermione's face dropped and Harry cleared his throat. 'Children, right,' Morgana mumbled to herself, 'not to say that you are not a good friend.' She placed her hand on Hermione's head, 'you are loyal and I have no doubt that you can find excellent friends in Ravenclaw if you keep our mind open. But remember the common flaw of the eagles lies within their hubris.'

'I thought that was the flaw for lions?' Neville piped up, thinking of Ron.

'It's the common flaw of most kids your age, you outgrow it but the smartest people have a harder time of it. Because they simply are the best of the crowd,' Morgana finished bluntly with a teasing smile. 'Where are your parents waiting for you, Hermione?'

'They aren't here, my aunt is here today.' Hermione grabbed her luggage with a sigh. 'They couldn't get off work.'

'Well, I'm sure they'll be pleased to see you afterwards.' Morgana smiled at her before starting to guide the trio out of the train station. She popped the trunk of her car and helped the boys get their stuff inside before slamming it shut. Sighing she watched as they said goodbyes that were filled with awkward hugging and promises of letters before Hermione went off to her aunt.

'This could be trouble.' Lily seemed to appear out of nowhere beside Morgana, invisible to everyone else. 'You'll have to be on your best behaviour.'

'Please, I'm always on my best behaviour.' She opened the door to the front seat and sat down, not blinking when Lily simply fazed into the passenger seat. Lily rolled her eyes not commenting on Morgana's habit to be detached and aloof. Morgana adjusted her seat as the boys both got into the back seat. She turned the key in the ignition vaguely listening to Harry explaining cars to Neville, instead she heard Lily cooing.

'Aren't they cute? Neville looked just like his parents! Look! He has green eyes, just like Harry! His cheeks are so chubby! Franks were just as big when he was a first year.' Lily clapped her hands and Morgana rolled her eyes, she got excitable so quickly. But really, that was to be expected since Lily couldn't get far from Morgana, and Morgana read more than anything else. She just wasn't suitable entertainment.

'Yes, yes, I get it,' Morgana muttered, not getting any attention from the boys in the back seat.

'This is the attitude I was talking about, you can't act that way with the boys.' Lily pointed her finger at Morgana accusingly. 'I swear, you're worse than Severus.'

'Mother.' Harry leaned forwards and Morgana sighed in relief, better to talk to Harry than Lily, at least she wouldn't look crazy when conversing with him.

'Yes?' Morgana chimed at the same time as Lily. She resisted the urge to smile at the way Lily grumbled. She would have to tell Harry about Lily's existence eventually but with Neville in their house? They had bigger problems if he caught on, which judging from Harry's expression, he thought he would. How troublesome, why would he invite someone over if it made him so nervous?

'What are we having for supper?'

'Why?' Morgana questioned focusing on the road, she had a feeling that he was going to ask for something.

'Can we have pizza? Neville's never had it.' Harry smiled at her with the same sweet smile Lily gave her when she was trying to convince her and Neville hopped in his seat, looking excited as well. Morgana sighed and smiled before nodding she really couldn't say no to that.

'Your house is so cool,' Neville walked in, his eyes shining with amazement. Harry's house was small, he supposed, but it felt more warm and welcoming than his manor. The entranceway had paintings from multiple eras and cultures hanging on the wall, and the floor was completely covered in hardwood as opposed to carpets. Both Harry and Morgana took off their shoes, placing little balls into each shoe before putting them away neatly into a shoe rack. 'What are these?' Neville sniffed the two small red plastic balls that Harry handed him.

'They are shoe fresheners, they keep your shoes smelling nice.' Harry picked up a pair of blue slippers that were shaped like boots and handed them to Morgana. Whilst he did so, Neville flushed and stuffed the little balls into his shoes, he couldn't believe he just sniffed them.

'Thank you, Harry,' Morgana said as she smiled at him before pulling the slippers on and walking down into living room. 'I'll get the fire on, you can take him to his room.' She called out before she disappeared from view. Neville stepped deeper in the house, immediately catching the spiced scent of apple cider, he wondered how much Harry and his mother put into Christmas because that was the only thing he noticed so far that was related to the holiday.

'Ah,' Harry nodded and made a sound of affirmation before leading Neville up the stairs that were to their left. All of the walls that were in the hallways, upstairs and downstairs were a neutral maroon and matched the houses homey feel.

'This is the guest room?,' Neville whispered to Harry as they entered an empty room. It was a simple room with pale yellow walls, a big wooden frame that had a comfy dark brown comforter on it, with pillows that had a grey, white, and brown pattern that matched it. There was a small bedside table with a lamp and a small digital clock. There were two doors opposite of the bed, which were opened to reveal an empty closet.

'Yes, this is where you will sleep.' Harry nodded and opened the window, his fingers brushing against the thick patterned drape that was secured beside the window with a metal hook. Neville dropped his luggage onto the bed, ahhing in amazement as he looked at more works of art. There was a beautiful painting above the bed of a tree with a buck underneath it. It had the same yellow to it as the walls and fit the room perfectly.

'There's so much art.'

'Mum has always liked collecting things, she has a lot of vases down stairs as well. That one is called Deer, it's by a korean painter called Kim Hongdo. I don't know how she got it, but apparently it's really old.' Harry shrugged, not thinking much of it. He had grown up surrounded by art, and had watched his mother's interest in it growing. He still remembered when she first noticed the art world, and how she had instantly started buying books on it and came home with paintings as time went on. They came and went, she traded them for whatever had caught her fancy but this was one of the few that stayed.

'My grandmother has a lot of stuff like this in our house as well, but it's all family heirlooms. She always scolds me when I get too close.' Neville flushed before looking out the door.

'Do you want to see my room?' Harry grinned when Neville nodded and rushed out, leading Neville to the room beside it. 'This is my room,' he said as he pushed open the door and laid his suitcase down on his bed, opening it immediately as Neville looked around.

Neville gaped at how organised it was, opposite the bed was a dark brown desk that had small lamp on the left corner and had every single item perfectly set. There was a set of cylindrical containers all stacked on each other containing different things such as paper clips, and tacks. There was also wax and a seal lying down on the top. As Harry was putting away his clothes Neville opened the top drawer to the desk and scoffed quietly in disbelief, inside was highlighters all perfectly lined up, beside them was an organised assortment of pens and fountain pens. Below that were some strange writing utensils that he recalled Harry called mechanical pencils, as well as erasers. Pulling open the drawer below that he could see a couple of separators, they divided up the blank paper, lined paper, parchment, and envelopes.

Harry looked over his shoulder at Neville and laughed quietly at the shocked look on his friends face. He supposed it wasn't something that most kids his age focused on, but like his mother said, a clean room is a clean mind. He couldn't afford having clutter stress, not with everything that was going on. Shaking those thoughts out of his mind he pulled out his school books and aligned them on the small bookshelf that was beside his desk, he bit his lip as he concentrated on making sure they were the standard length from the edge of the shelf.

'Do you have house elves to keep your room this organized?' Neville asked as he sat down on the swivel chair that was at Harry's desk.

'House elves?' Harry lifted an eyebrow, looking remarkably like Morgana, now that Neville had met her he could just how much she influenced Harry's actions. 'No, mother says that if we can't keep ourselves clean then we lack proper discipline. She's always stressing the importance of time management and responsibility.' He stood up and took out the rest of his books, resting them on his bed before he shoved his trunk underneath his bed. He dropped onto his bed and hugged one of his designed pillows to his chest. Beside the bed were sliding doors that were white and were almost see through, Neville could tell that was Harry's closet.

His bed was matched in the same way Neville's was, it had a patterned green and black quilt with pillow cases that went along with it. Since Harry's walls were grey with an almost blue tinge the light from outside shined in and lit up his room. He had only one bedside table, unlike Neville, though it also had a lamp and a clock. It had a small niche below the top that had a kleenex box, two medicine bottles, one looked like a pain bottle and the other seemed to be for colds, and a chapstick. 'No art?' Neville questioned after finding that Harry's walls were empty except for an old looking map that hung on the wall that the door was on, opposite from the window.

'No,' Harry shook his head, 'I never really found an interest in it like my mother had.' He patted the spot on his bed beside him, 'do you want to sit down or look through the rest of the house?'

'The rest of the house?' Neville flushed and Harry grinned at him before nodding.

'Alright.' Getting up he walked out of the room before pointing to two doors. 'This is the washroom.' He opened the door and pointed to a set of grey towels that were sitting on the counter. 'Those are yours, big towel for your body, and a face cloth. The red towels are mine, you can use the shampoo and conditioner that are in the shower.' Neville was again struck by how modern and organized the room looked. 'That door is to my mom's room, needless to say you don't go in there,' Harry scratched his head as if thinking of what else there was to point out upstairs.

'Come on.' Harry guided Neville down the wooden stairs again, his hand was barely hovering over the handrails as he rushed down. He stopped at the first door to their right. 'This is another bathroom.' He continued on down the hall, stopping at a few paintings to tell Neville where they were from, or who made them, sometimes he pointed out when they were made and Neville was shocked to hear that some came from the 16th century.

'She get's them through trading?' He whispered in admiration, she had to be one heck of a woman if she could get people to give up such old works of art so easily.

'Yup.' Harry popped the p before walking into a living room, the kitchen was across from it but the dining room table was between the two like an intermediary. 'The kitchens over there, you can have whatever you like, there is juice and milk in fridge and water in the tap. Since it's Christmas we always have apple cider ready.' He pointed to a white crock pot that was laying on one of the counters. 'Cups are here,' he said as he opened a cabinet to the left of the sink. 'Do you want anything now?' Neville noticed a door by the kitchen that was open just enough for him to see stairs that were leading down into some basement, he ignored his curiosity and focused instead on Harry's question.

'No,' Neville shook his head before following Harry back out into the living room, taking note of how Harry pushed the door closed without mention of the room inside. The first thing he noticed was that the room was absolutely filled with bookshelves. Some of the nooks had vases dabbed in an organized manner throughout it. The books in each shelf all seemed to be positioned the same way as Harry's book shelf with each lined up perfectly. There was a couch and three arm chairs as well as a small box of some kind off to the side. In the middle of the wall was a fireplace that was crackling away. Above the fireplace was a little built in cabinet that had some vases on either side of it.

Morgana was sitting in a leather armchair reading an old looking book. Her slippers were tapping against a rug that was in the center of the seats, perfectly aligned. In Neville's mind the whole place was asking for trouble. If Harry didn't say he lived there then Neville would have assumed it was a show house or something, just there to look nice. So much for not much rules, he felt like if he made one wrong move his grandmother would appear out of nowhere and scold him.

'Hermione would be so jealous of me right now.' Neville managed to get out as he sat down on the couch, catching sight of a Christmas tree nestled in the only space not taken over by books.

'I know.' Harry laughed heartily before taking the seat opposite to Neville.

'What do you guys do?' Neville asked, he didn't see any games, no gobstones, wizards chess, cards, anything.

'We have a normal chess set, we have some board games we play, we watch movies sometimes.' Harry nodded to the big box in the corner of the room. 'We read a lot. Mum helps me study things, every day was always dedicated to something. My favourite was always-right!' Harry stood up and went to the bookshelf, muttering to himself before he pulled out an old book. 'My favourite was always Saturdays, mum would let me look into the Old Religion.' He handed the book to Neville who looked at it with a suspicious look.

'Are you and Hermione trying to drag me into the book worm club?' Neville said it as a joke, but he really was completely serious. Hermione was always hounding them to read more, Harry was always reading anyways, and suddenly he was getting a book handed to him.

'No, I just thought you would want to read that book.' Harry pointed out the title and instantly Neville gaped, choking on his own breath.

'Are you serious?'

'Yeah, you can have it. I found it the other day, it's a duplicate of a book we already have.' Harry smiled fully, enjoying the feeling of warmth he got from watching Neville look so happy.

'B-but, these books were supposed to be destroyed!'

'Please.' Morgana's airy laughter caught Neville's attention. 'I would never let such important books be destroyed. It doesn't matter what the outside world says, these are imperative for growth.'

'Yeah,' Neville retorted as if thinking otherwise was the stupidest idea in the world. He instantly hugged it to his chest. 'I never thought I'd ever see a copy of the Druids Apothecary in my life!' The book Harry had handed him was part of millions that had been destroyed by the Wizarding world and Muggle world alike. It was one of the books that contained information about the Druids take on plants, as well as their uses, whether they were for healing or poison didn't matter. Which was why it was outlawed by Wizards, they deemed it too dangerous, bordering on dark magic, since when has taking care of plants been dark? Of course, he never had the guts to say that to his grandmother.

'You can have it,' Morgana beamed proudly, shooting Harry an approving look. Any boy who appreciated the Old Religion was a keeper in her eyes.

'Really? B-but I have nothing to give in return!' Neville swivelled in the spot to look at her with wide begging eyes. He wanted the book more than anything but he thought there was no price for such a book.

'All I ask is that you don't betray my son, remain loyal, and keep him safe. But-' She shrugged and closed her book. 'Is that not what any mother wants? Neville, you were always meant to be friends with Harry, it's only natural that you two have sought each other out.'

'Mom,' Harry whined, she sounded like she was about to go onto one of her tirades about balance and how the world wasn't at equilibrium and how it was going to rip everything they knew to shreds. He hated when she started on one of those rants.

'I know.' Morgana smiled and shook her head. 'The pizza will be here soon, why not you two clean up.'

'Okay, thank you,' Harry smiled at her before waving Neville over. Neville looked at the book and reluctantly put it down on the table beside the couch.

'Harry, what's a movie?' Neville questioned as they walked to the bathroom.

'It's….You know how Hermione and I talk about electricity? How it powers things? Like this light.' Harry flipped the switch for the light in the bathroom. 'It's electricity that powers it, that box you see is powered as by electricity as well. When it is being powered it projects moving and talking pictures onto the screen. It's like a photo that moves for hours and talks as well, except it doesn't have it's own entity like wizarding photo's, they don't do what they like.' Harry turned on the tap and started washing his hands, giving Neville space to wash his hands as well. 'They do whatever they were doing when they were recorded. And that's a movie.'

'That's interesting.' Neville dried his hands off as the doorbell went. He didn't really understand, but he figured he's find out eventually. Morgana swept by the bathroom door and spoke with someone. Instantly Neville's mouth watered as he smelt food. 'Who was that?'

'The pizza man, we gave him our orders and then he delivers us our food.' Harry grinned as his mother walked by with two white rectangular boxes. 'Those hold our pizza.' He walked to the kitchen and got out three plates before putting them down at the table as his mother put the boxes down onto to heat pads so that heat from the pizza wouldn't warp the table. 'Do you want something to drink?'

'Water?' Neville piped up, Morgana said the same so Harry brought out a pitcher of water and three glasses, he filled them with water as he handed them out before setting the pitcher down on the table. 'So, what are these?' He leaned in towards the two round circles. Each pizza was cut into triangular slices and had some sort of sauce on the round bread, cheese, and different condiments like peppers and meats.

'This is the crust of the pizza,' Harry picked up one of the slices as he pointed to the bread part of it, grinning at the cheese that stretched as he picked it up. His mother slid him and Neville a cloth napkin each, making sure they would keep the house clean.

'The bread?'

'Yeah,' Harry nodded before putting the piece he had selected onto his mother's plate, knowing she wanted it. 'The pizza I just got was meat lovers, it has bacon, sausage, and beef.' He picked up another slice and put it on his plate, Neville did the same. 'The other pizza is vegetarian, but we get ham on it too. So it also has peppers, tomatoes, and onions.' From the way Harry's face lit up Neville could tell it was his favourite. Harry put one of them on his mother's plate then his own.

They ate in silence, other than Neville's constant comments on how much he loved pizza and how he couldn't believe he hadn't had it before. By the time they finished their slices Morgana had brought out a bowl of veggies for all of them and was already eating her own as she sat down. 'Do you eat at the table every night?' He questioned as he bit into some broccoli.

'Every meal.' Harry nodded before shooting his mother an accusatory look. 'Unless someone is busy.'

Morgana rolled her eyes, a small smile was still pulling at her lips,.'I do have work.'

'Not really.' His mother had more than enough money to sustain them, especially since she got a hold of the Potter vaults. So the work she claimed she did was more reading. She was always looking into how to get her magic back, they both were.

'Are you magical?' Neville questioned obvious to their families troubles with the very subject. He got nervous as Morgana's eyebrows lifted as her jaw shifted, making her look the picture of annoyed. 'Sorry.'

'No, to be honest, I was magical.' Her nose flared as she spoke. 'We're working on fixing that.'

'Oh.' Neville shifted in his seat uncomfortably, he wondered if it was from a wizards sickness. Sometimes they could strip someone about their abilities, or swearing on their magic had the same effect, if they broke the promise. The only other way he could of were dark rituals that were long forgotten. But, his gaze shot to the books in which many looked like they belonged to the Old Religion, no, Harry's mother couldn't be playing around with dangerous stuff. He felt an ill warming in his stomach, something seemed to click in his mind but he didn't know what.

'Let's watch a movie,' Harry picked up his bowl of veggies and walked to the tv. 'We have Born Yesterday?'

'Sure,' Neville smiled at his friend before looking at the leftovers.

'I'll clean it up,' Morgana smiled at him, shooing him off. She watched as he walked into the living room, talking with her son. How long would it be until the penny dropped?

'I don't get it mom.' Harry sighed, closing his eyes as his mother ran her fingers through his hair soothingly.

'It makes perfect sense,' Morgana disagreed, 'when your teacher started talking about the ill treatment of house elves he was angering the Old Religion. That got you upset as well, the Old Religion was more of a catalyst for your feelings, but you already angry.'

'But why did nobody else react?' Harry huffed and looked at the door as if Neville would appear and interrupt them. 'Why did nobody else feel the Old Religion?'

'The wizards of this day and age are oblivious to the Old Religion, they have cut it out of their lives so much that few believe in it. What little they do remember is superstition, called fate.' She sighed and watched as Harry buried his head into her pillow. 'If any of them practiced it, they would feel it, and since you have been doing some things for me, and yourself.' She shot him a look, he just shot her a grin. 'You've gotten used to the Old Religion.'

'The school is absolutely covered in it.' Harry eyes lit up as he recalled the feeling he got when he first saw the school. 'It was like an instant overdose.'

'I would say so. The school was built, after all, by the Old Religion, the four founders were devout followers. The land Hogwarts was built on is ancient land as well, it was an old temple for the Old Religion before Uther,' the name was said with such malice that Harry himself felt angry hearing it. Though that was partly because he hated the man as well. 'Destroyed as much as he could.'

'But how could he be able to? Wouldn't the Old Religion defend itself?'

'Harry, the Old Religion may surround us, it may be in everything, but it is not something that is solid, it can not curse on it's own, or act on it's own. It is only able to work through us. So, no, it could not.'

'Do you think Neville can feel it?' Harry questioned as he played with the edge of a pillow case. 'Our house is like Hogwarts, it has the feeling of the Old Religion as well.'

'No, I don't think he can. Because I don't think he wants to.' Morgana let out a short laugh. 'If he did he would be in for a shock. I have no doubt that if he gave an inkling of interest, the Old Religion would overwhelm him, it is restless and is eager for people to recognize it again.'

'Just a want of the Old Religion would call it?' Harry frowned never remembering hearing such things before.

'Not anywhere, but places like here and Hogwarts? Yes, it would, because the Old Religion is already present, it just needs to be recognized.'

'Then maybe you just need to call it.' Harry sat up and stared at his mother seriously. 'I want you to get your magic back.'

'Harry-'

'I don't care that Neville is here! We can do it in the basement! I just-' Harry ruffled his hair. 'It's not fair that Merlin took your magic.'

'He didn't choose to, the Old Religion did. It guided him to do what he did.' Morgana sighed and looked at the ceiling. She had long since forgiven Merlin, much to her surprise, but that didn't mean that she was happy to lose the one thing that connected her to home.

'That doesn't matter.' Harry opened the door and looked out before looking back at her when he noticed the hallway was empty. 'Come on!'

'Harry.' She sighed and got up, obliging her son with his whims. When they got downstairs he pulled out the things needed. 'What if your friend comes down.'

'Then he comes down, besides, someone has to know who you are in my group before you burst into the school.'

'Excuse me?' Her eyebrows shot up at his scolding tone.

'Sorry.' He smiled at her sheepishly before moving the rug out of the way. 'Maybe I should get Neville first? He might freak out if the first thing he sees is this.' Harry looked down at the chalk design on the hardwood and the candles he had placed down. It did look like some dark ritual to the wrong eyes.

'You're sure you want to do it right now?'

'I have a good feeling about this, I know it's going to work.' Harry nodded, looking determined. 'But it just doesn't make sense to do it where Neville will see.' He dropped down on the couch and sighed.

'Go to bed.'

'I want to see,' Harry shook his head before smiling at his mom, 'please?'

'Alright, fine.' Morgana sighed and smiled at him as she sat down in the circle. 'Keep an eye out.'

'Of course!' Harry grinned and settled into the couch watching as the candles flickered to life and the lights died out, he certainly had a good feeling about this.

A/N: So everyone knows, I am using Rowling's time line for the existence of Merlin so it is in the time of the founders that Merlin and Morgana were active. So, since Rowling said Merlin was in Slytherin (btw Colin Morgan was too! If you don't know, he played Merlin in the show Merlin) that means that he existed in that time period. It's unclear if he was a student or if he was a teacher at the beginning of it all that was sorted with the rest of the staff.

sweetchill: Really! Hah, I know right! Him and Chen definitely had my eyes and they aren't even my biases either! I barely even noticed Chanyeol... Did you notice that Xiumin was wearing a see through shirt? Such a tease, can barely tell what his abs look like. And here's the next update! Hope you like it

Serpentine13: Perhaps, that is certainly how I'm picturing him to become personality wise, one of the best kinds of snakes there is too. I never actually thought of making him an animagus, it's a good idea. No, both him and Morgana believe in balance and that would be tilting it unjustly. I'll definitely consider your ideas for a dark Harry, but Dumbledore will definitely be his opposer. I'm definitely having Harry be loyal in this in terms of friendship, I think that's a part of him that will never change, but he will do some things that are morally wrong in some people's eyes. Especially in year two.

I'm blending her characters together, though I'm mostly having it that the wizarding worlds view of her (aka. Rowling's) was created by Merlin so that people would not recognize her instantly so she would have a fresh start.

Fandomhope: I was thinking of that but seeing as the Pendragon bloodline is muggle that wouldn't be possible, her mother's on the other hand is another story.

WhiteElfElder: Could be, who knows what a restless thing like the Old Religion would do with someone willing to use it...

sunsethill: I'm glad! Yeah totally, my friends and I did something like that, except I was the one with all of the bad luck.

MartinDeShade: I don't any Slytherins killing one of their own, and if they did it most certainly wouldn't be in a manner so rash as in his sleep, because that would clearly implicate a Slytherin and would leave no room for doubt. I can't see the Slytherins being that foolhardy, now a Gryffindor? I could see one of them doing that.

DZ2: It will and I labeled it as a crossover recently, but I'm not sure if it really classifies as one as it only has Morgana...

darkworkangel: It's not because he can use the Old Religion, it's because his last name is Pendragon. So, since the Bloody Baron knows that Morgan Le Faye is Morgana Pendragon he thinks that Harry did some creepy dark ritual to gain inheritance for the house of Pendragon. That's why he's talking about stirring up evil.

serenityselena: thank you! And here it is, this time not weeks later :)

mwinter1: I mentioned in chapter 3 that Emmeline Vance in the current representative for the Potter family. But that was quite awhile ago, and it won't remain that way for long.