'Good morning,' Harry beamed at Neville as his friend stumbled down the stairs. Perhaps stumbling wasn't the right description, rather, his friend bumbled down the stairs looking as aimless as a bee stuck in a bottle, unaware that there was an exit.

'Morning, Harry.' Neville yawned and rubbed his eyes as he sat down on the couch. He relaxed as the warmth of the fire spread over him with a comforting heat. Just like every other night in the Pendragon house, Neville had a very restful sleep, one with a dream full of budding ancient plants that he had never seen pictures to before. They grew in his dreams, whispering promises of discovery, reminding him of the book that laid on the bedside table.

'I have something to tell you.' Harry sat down opposite to Neville and handed Neville a mug of cider.

'Now?' Neville's mouth opened, his tongue curling up to the roof of his mouth as he failed to restrain a second yawn.

'Now, it'll wake you up.' Harry ran his free hand through his hair, the mug of cider did nothing to calm him despite being his favourite drink. 'But first, what do you know of Morgan Le Faye?' There were two definite differences between the boys' energies. Harry's was anxious and ready to burst, whereas Neville's was still quite lethargic and seemed oblivious to Harry's nerve fueled wakefulness.

'She was evil, wasn't she? Got killed by Merlin, she's on a frog card but it doesn't say a lot about her.' Neville's eyes were lidded, barely staying open as he smelled the cider like he was waiting for it to wake him up.

'Anything else?' Harry drank some of his apple cider, almost wishing that it would burn his tongue, because then he wouldn't be so nervous. He would be in too much pain to notice the anxiety that was flooding his body.

'She was a master of the Old Religion, heard she was in Ravenclaw?'

'She was a Ravenclaw, but she wasn't a master of the Old Religion, she was a High Priestess. Morgana also wasn't totally evil. She was however passionate and was willing to do whatever she had to, and well she was pushed by her sister…. She also wasn't killed by Merlin, instead Merlin stripped her of all of her magic, and cursed her.' Harry ran his hand through his hair again. 'With me.'

'Cursed her, with you?' Neville frowned looking confused, but Harry could see that Neville understood, he had understood for a long time but he just never admitted it.

'My mother is Morgana Pendragon.' Neville blinked slowly, not looking nearly as tired as before.

'Not Morgan Le Fay?'

'Morgan Le Fay does not exist, that was a creation of Merlin. At their final confrontation Merlin stripped Morgana of her magic then sent her into the future with the prerogative of saving me. After she disappeared Merlin adjusted everything the world knew about her so that Morgana could adjust to this world without blind prejudice because of her past. So he called her Morgan Le Fay and he made people think she had light brown hair, but really she had dark brown hair, really dark brown hair.' Harry added, to be honest when he was young he always thought her hair was black, and always said that she did when he was in school.

'You're telling me your mother is Morgan Le Fay, except not?' Neville frowned and finally took a dip of his cooling cider. 'I'm definitely awake now.' The young Longbottom heir had no clue what to say other than that. What else was there to say when a friend claimed that their parent was a notorious villain, one more renowned than You-Know-Who himself?

Harry let out a sharp laugh. 'Yeah. I thought you would be.'

'I-' Neville paused and looked lost. 'I don't know what to say. Should I be afraid?' Neville looked at Harry with genuinely inquisitive eyes, he really was wondering what he should be feeling.

'No.' Harry laughed and shook his head. 'No you shouldn't. My mother really isn't evil. When I said she was cursed with me, I mean that Merlin attached her to me somehow. Her curse was the need to help me, and-' Harry shifted awkwardly. 'Love me.' It was weird to think that the whole situation was created to instill love into Morgana, even more so to tell his friend that. But he knew that he could trust her, and that she loved him, curse or not.

'Alright, I trust you.' Neville gulped down his cider, pausing before he spoke up. 'Do the others know?' He refrained from asking if that meant that he could no longer say Merlin's beard, or other Merlin related exclamations. It just didn't seem to fit with the conversation.

'Not at all.' Harry rubbed the mug with his thumb as he frowned at Neville. He really was taking the new information far too easily. Was that normal? Harry had no idea, he doubted his idea of normal compared to even the strange world of wizards. 'Are you sure you're okay with this?'

'I guess I'll know when I see your mother,' Neville mumbled as he lifted his mug to his lips, looking nothing like the bashful version of himself he showed at school. He truly had changed a lot since the beginning of the year. He consistently said his own view constantly and had cut down on the blushing, though he did still get bashful at random moments. 'I just.' Neville lowered his mug and looked Harry directly in the eyes. 'I truly meant it when I said I trust you. If you trust her, then I will too, because you trust her.'

'Thank you,' Harry smiled at Neville and put his empty mug down. It was nice to know that his friend trusted him so explicitly. He never imagined that he would get such strong trust from anyone, though he cynically wondered how long it would last. After all, Morgana had thought that she could trust Merlin with everything, and yet the young warlock failed her.

'So, Morgana is going to get the Potter seat?' Neville shifted on the couch, looking amused. 'That's going to surprise everyone, is she going to have any other seats? Is there a Le Faye seat? Or Pendragon?'

'No, Merlin created the Le Faye lineage, and the Pendragon's were a muggle family line. They were royalty, but not wizards. The only way she would get a seat from another family would be if someone else gave it to her, though, I'm not sure who her mother is.' Harry frowned and ran his fingers through his hair, he had never actually thought about the identity of his grandmother. 'Even if we knew who she was, I don't know if there would be a lineage there. Morgana's side of the family were High Priestess' and Priests. They weren't involved in the government, they were above it.'

'Oh.' Neville deflated, he was hoping that Morgana would have some other seats to claim. That would have been a huge blow to the wizarding world, and he imagined it would be funny when everything became common knowledge.

'I don't think that mom would want any other seats though, she may want to change the wizarding world but she's never been the type to take the reins. Even when she was Queen, she allowed her sister to make the big choices.' Harry shrugged, personally agreeing with his mother's views. Ruling a whole kingdom would be far too much effort, though he supposed if there was enough reason he would do it. Just like how he knew his mother would take the lead in the revolution if she felt every other person was inept, which, he had no doubt that she would.

'When is she going to let everyone know who she is?' Neville looked over his shoulder nervously, as if Morgana would pop up out of nowhere and scold him.

'I don't know, we haven't really discussed it. But, I have no doubt that it would need to be something major.' Harry leaned against the couch, sinking into the cloth cushions. 'Like, I don't know, a basilisk at school.'

Neville snorted and shot Harry an incredulous look. 'And where would a basilisk come from?'

'Exactly.' Harry shot him a grin. 'She's planning on revealing herself after my seventh year, where I'll be able to support her, and after she would have gained reputation while controlling the Potter seats during our school years. The only way that's going to change is if something major happens. If I were her I would change my mind when I got bored, but mum has more self-control than me.'

'Harry,' Neville said as he looked at the bookcases. The Longbottom heir knew it was off topic but he suddenly had an idea, one spurned by what the twins had done in November.

'Yeah?'

'You know what you said about there being no rules?' Neville smiled and looked at his younger friend. 'How serious were you about that?'

Morgana sighed and stuffed her hands into her expensive coats pockets, her meeting with the Ms. Bones had gone quite well. Everything was going well, and it seemed that the kids were doing their jobs well. If they were lucky then everything would be wrapped up in time for the kids to be back at school. Maybe then Harry could finish his school year without giving her a heart attack.

'What could they be up to,' she mused as she looked up at the blue sky that was mottled with heavy grey clouds. She had no doubt that it would snow, and just in time for Christmas too. Morgana sighed and looked down at the pavement, she found that many things reminded her of her past life, but nothing pained her more than the snow. She remembered how her sister had welcomed her when she left Camelot, how she had made an amazing allusion to the snow, using it to show Morgana how she would thrive, and survive despite her trials. She used it to encourage her to become stronger, and now her sister was dead.

If Morgana were to be completely honest, part of her said good riddance. If not for her sister she would not have been so jaded, she wasn't oblivious to the fact that her personality had started to emulate her sisters the more time she spent with her. She hadn't missed how she had become colder and more angry at the world. She noticed the growing importance she placed on strength and power. If she were weaker, maybe she would blame her sister for the bad decisions she made, but she knew it was her fault as well. She was to blame for letting herself be changed. She was to be blamed for letting anger, and bitterness warp her. Sighing Morgana walked into her house, only to raise her eyebrows in mute surprise.

Morgana liked thinking that she could read people and their actions, before they even did them. But she most certainly had not read the boys doing that while she was gone. Raising her dainty fingers to her mouth she hid her amused smile as she watched the two boys look at her with matching expressions of nervous anticipation. No doubt they expected her to blow up and get angry at them, that's what any other parent would have done after all.

'And what are you two getting up to?' Morgana questioned, making sure that the door was shut and locked behind her before she walked towards them. The sound of clacking sounded, following after her.

'We, were, uh,' Neville stuttered out before blushing and lowering his eyes to look at the ground. 'Playing?'

'This is playing?' She questioned as she approached what had been her old coat rack that was set to be given away. In the amount of time she had been gone the two boys had decided to bring out her books on the Old Religion and play around. To them, that meant trying to transfigure it into an animal. To be specific, a lion, or at least, that's what she thought that's what they were aiming for. Because in the middle of the room was a little lion cub the colour of her faded coat rack, that had what looked like wooden claws. In fact, by the sound of clacking the cub was making as it ran away from the door towards the couch, she was positive that the claws were wood.

'I thought it would be fun.' Neville wilted under her serious gaze, ignoring the adorable lion cub that was prancing on his lap, begging for his attention.

'Yes, well, Harry. You know what I've always told you.' Morgana put away her coat and bag in the closet before walking to the living room, sitting down on the couch.

'Don't practice unless someone else is with you,' Harry answered smoothly before picking up the lanky lion cub, gently petting it's head. 'Neville is someone else.'

'So he is.' She finally smiled and willingly took their project out of Harry's arms when he offered it to her. Morgana gently pet it, observing it. 'Well, you two certainly did a good job. Well done.' She nodded approvingly before shooting them a proud look. She didn't miss the confused look on Neville's face, the poor boy still expected her to blow up. 'Don't look so terrified, I'm not angry. I would have preferred for you two to wait for me, but you did an excellent job for your first piece of magic with the Old Religion's support.'

'Really?' Neville exhaled, his face looking a little less like someone had caked it in blush.

'Yes.' Morgana nodded and watched as Harry sent his friend a reassuring look, she could almost hear the told you so, in his eyes. Those two were really meant to be friends, she could see it in the way they acted. There was a sense of familiarity that she remembered when she first met Mordred, of course, neither of them were in danger with the government or had a wound so it wasn't the exact same, but that connection was still there. The two of them also had the same kind of eyes, Harry's eyes were a bright and conniving green, whereas Neville's were a more subdued dark green, yet they still held the promise of trouble. Normally having the same colour eyes wasn't some miraculous sign, but it certainly seemed that way to her. 'What did you name her?' She questioned as she rubbed the cub's stomach, smirking as it readily purred.

'Her? We thought it was a he,' Harry frowned and looked at the cub as if it had betrayed him. 'I wanted to call him Sniper.'

'Sniper?' Neville repeated looking mortified. 'No way! He was totally going to be called Key!'

'Key? What does that have to do with anything?' Harry scoffed and shot his friend a look of disbelief before muttering under his breath about that kind of name making his cub a wimp.

'Well, your cub is a girl, so you two should start thinking up some girl names.' Morgana stood up and placed the cub down on the couch. It mewled in disappointment before quickly gaining interest in one of the strings that was hanging off of Harry's shirt.

'What about Esmeralda?' Harry picked up the cub and smiled as she started licking his fingers. Despite being partially wood, she had a soft tongue and saliva. He wondered what else she had, if she even had to be fed. Maybe if she wasn't completely alive then he could bring her to school, say she's a toy.

'No, not happening.' Neville shook his head.

'I don't see why not, we could call her Sparky!' Harry grinned and tickled under her chin.

'Not happening,' Morgana called from the kitchen as she got herself some water. Apparently she hadn't done the best job at raising him because all of his ideas of names were truly not that good. 'Are your friends coming over for the Christmas celebrations?'

'No, Hermione has a family get together tomorrow, and Blaise has parties for the next while.' Harry deflated, looking as upset as Neville who was staring blankly at the fireplace. The four of them had been hoping to get together but it just didn't look like it was going to happen, they had planned to exchange gifts on the Hogwarts Express, but it just wasn't the same. Or at least, they knew it wasn't going to be.

'Perhaps we should be planning something for next year then.' Morgana sat down at her usual high back leather chair, placing the cup she was holding down upon a coaster.

'I don't know if my grandmother will let me spend another Christmas away.' Neville deflated, slowly petting the cub that had sauntered onto his lap. 'She only let me come this year because there was something going on with Uncle Algie, apparently Aunt Enid didn't want me over for whatever was happening.'

'We could just do our own small party, it doesn't have to be on Christmas day, and you don't have to stay the night.' Harry bargained as if Neville actually had a choice in his grandmothers decision.

'I'll see,' Neville shrugged before looking at Morgana, feeling intimidated when he remembered that she was the Morgana. 'How did your meeting go?' He asked, his voice a pitch higher than usual. He could see it now, the way she sat as if she were royalty, the reason why she emitted power and a sense of ability. He could see it in the way her light blue eyes stared into him, as if she was calculating his worth.

'It went well, Ms. Bones will be gathering more evidence before she goes to the school. She has taken the hair in to be checked, and then they will decide what to do.' Morgana brushed her hair out of her face, she wondered how long Neville would be awkward around her. Because of the age Harry was at when she told him, he thought it was cool instead of intimidating. Then again, Harry had never been normal in her eyes, he was always superior to other people his age. There was no way a son of hers, blood or not, would be any other way.

'You won't have a hand in it at all?' Harry frowned, he had long forgotten his annoyance over possible names for the cub.

'I don't need to, however, my name will be at the top of the complaint list, that much is for certain. Mrs. Zabini has been kind enough to offer being the one suggesting I take the Potter seat at the Wizengamot, as I should, after Ms. Bones eliminates the threat at Hogwarts.'

'That way it'll look less like you're going after the seat for power.' Neville finished, amazed by his own deductive ability in terms of politics. Maybe he had been listening to his grandmother speak more than he thought.

'Precisely.' Morgana nodded, shooting him another proud look, which only lead to the boy blushing. He had done something to make Morgana proud of him. 'You are aware that you cannot take your cub with you to school.'

'Yeah.' Harry frowned and poked the little cub in the stomach. 'Can you take her?'

'No, my grandmother would kill me.' Neville sighed and ran his hand down the cub's back. 'She'd freak out too, might notice the magic residue on her.'

'She won't,' Morgana disagreed instantly. 'The wizards of this day and age cannot sense the Old Religion, not like they could. No matter how powerful they are.'

'Okay.' Neville nodded before looking at his and Harry's creation with awe. Not only had he created her out of his own ability, but nobody else would be able to tell how she was made. That was amazing to him, that the most powerful wizards were still oblivious to a force like the Old Religion, in fact, it almost bordered on insanity for him. How could they lose a magic as powerful as that? With that thought he decided that he would learn about the Old Religion with Harry, he wanted to make sure it was never lost.

Christmas with the Pendragons had gone by smoothly for Neville. There was no exchanging of presents at all, instead they all gathered in the living room, and talked about what they were thankful for, then after much hassling, the boys had gotten Morgana to tell them stories about her past life. After they talked Morgana had taken them out to a movie, the zoo even, then she took them out for dinner at an Italian restaurant. He knew that Harry had given his mother some gifts before Neville joined them that morning, but he was surprised to hear that Morgana had gotten the quartet gifts as well, and that Harry wanted the four of them to open all of their gifts on the train.

Neville had in fact learned more about the Old Religion, but instead of spells Morgana had taught him how to notice it. Harry had jokingly griped about having to do the meditation lessons again with Neville, but he encouraged his friend the whole way, promising to teach him as much as he could at school. Which Neville hadn't missed the look that Morgana had shot Harry, obviously not liking the idea of him playing with such powerful magic at a place where she knew none of the adults had a clue about the Old Religion, let alone it's magic.

'So.' Morgana put her hands on her hips, looking at both boys closely. 'You will be careful, yes?'

'Yes, mum!' Harry smiled at her and Neville nodded silently. She still seemed extremely intimidating to him, but at the same time there was a comfort to her. She always treated him warmly and acted the way he thought a mother would, how his mother would. Not coldly and full of scoldings like his grandmother.

'You'll hold your tongues, be wise in what you say,' she continued lecturing them, oblivious to the amused look Harry shot Neville. Like Harry had told Neville that morning, Morgana was treating Neville like a family member. That included the long farewell. 'Don't agitate your teachers, they are there to guide you, and they are the higher power. Respect them, whether or not they respect you. What else? I would say don't get in trouble, but that should be obvious.' She shot them an agitated look. She still couldn't believe that they got in trouble with a troll.

'Yes, Aunt Morgana,' Neville drawled, looking at her nervously when she stared at him blankly. Harry had told him to call her that, but suddenly she had a feeling that it was a bad idea. Maybe he should stop listening to what Harry tells him to do.

'Did I say you could call me that?' She drew out her words as she leaned towards him, making the young boy flush in embarrassment before drawing back.

'N-no,' he shook his head, shooting a glare at Harry who had snorted before looking away as if something interesting had caught his attention.

'Well, perhaps I should have.' Morgana mused before running her fingers through the young boys dark blond locks. 'I've never been an Aunt before.'

'Really?' Neville looked at her wide-eyed, feeling appreciation at how she warm she was treating him, he even got a hair ruffle like what she gave Harry.

'Go on, your friends will be waiting.' Morgana stood up straight, smiling when Harry hugged her.

'I'll miss you mom,' Harry said into her coat, reminding her of how he had said goodbye to her the first day of school.

'I'll miss you too.' She hugged him back before looking at Neville. 'Do you want a hug as well?'

'Can I?' Neville looked down at his feet, smiling when he felt Morgana hug him. He relaxed and hugged her back, his grandmother rarely hugged him, and when she did it never felt like this hug had. Morgana's hug was warm and smelt like apple cider, it felt like how he imagined a hug with his mother would have felt. He sniffled at the thought, recalling his drawer full of candy wrappers. He doubted he would ever get a chance to hug his mother.

'It will all work out in the end.' Morgana pulled away and ran her fingers through the pudgy boys hair, rubbing his scalp lightly. Somehow Neville knew she was talking about his parents, he didn't wonder how she knew, instead he smiled at her, hoping she could feel how thankful he was for what she had done. 'Go make me proud.' She patted his shoulder before standing up straight. 'You too. Morgana ran her hand through Harry's hair as well.

'I love you.' Harry flushed as he glanced at his friend, feeling embarrassed with how sentimental he was being with his mother.

'Thank you for letting me come over, Auntie.' Neville blushed as well, saying his farewells to her before the two boys went onto the train. 'Morgana's nice,' he said as they sat down in unison in their compartment.

'I know.' Harry smiled thankfully at Neville, he couldn't have imagined the whole situation going any better. He really was lucky to have a friend like Neville. He was worried that his friend might have been scared of his mother, or even have told everyone, but instead he supported them.

'Happy Christmas!' Hermione ran into the room, a frazzled Blaise following her in. 'I have presents!' She sat down beside Neville and instantly dug into her bag, eager to give out her presents. 'How was everyone's holidays? Mine was amazing! I could have done without the family dinner, but at least there were no fights!'

'Slow down,' Blaise huffed and looked at Neville and Harry with an exasperated expression. 'She's been like this since I ran into her,' he hissed to them, low enough that she couldn't hear. Blaise usually didn't mind Hermione being so excited, but he had just finished an overwhelming amount of pure-blood parties, and was thoroughly fed up, especially since neither Harry, nor Neville went to any. Both boys had made good excuses, ones that didn't even get Harry in trouble with the rest of the Slytherins. But that didn't make Blaise feel any better.

'Is it wrong to want to give out presents?' Hermione snapped, catching on to what Blaise was saying. Without waiting for his answer she handed out three moderately sized boxes. Harry in turn took out two larger boxes, giving them to Hermione and Blaise.

'I already gave Neville his, and, these are from my mom as well.' Harry explained, taking the bag Neville handed him, and the box Blaise passed to him. So, the four students opened their gifts. Hermione had given them all chocolate frogs as well as some self-inking quills for school. Since she had discovered the quills she had fallen in love, and had promptly bought the boys personalised ones. Neville had also gotten them chocolate, as well as notebooks for Hermione, anti-thievery charm for Harry because he roomed with Blaise, and had gotten said thief a book on kleptomaniacs, and how to tame them.

'Really?' Blaise held up the book with an amused smile, looking over at Harry who was playing with the charm, trying to decide where it would be best to put it. 'I'm not that bad!'

'Yes you are,' Harry spoke up, looking at Blaise. 'Theodore still has no idea that you were the one who took his shoelaces, why would you even want shoelaces?'

'Daphne dared me.' Blaise shrugged, looking completely unbothered. He didn't view his habit as a problem, instead, it as more a sense of amusement. Plus, most of the time he genuinely thought the thing was his, he was just so absent-minded that he didn't notice that his things looked completely different. Without saying anything more he opened Harry's gift, gaping instantly. 'Is this really it?'

'The Origins of the Old Religion?' Harry nodded, before looking at Hermione who was unwrapping her. 'Hermione's got the companion for it, I figured you two could borrow the other's, they go together.' Hermione's eyes widened as she looked at the book, it was on the declination of the use of the Old Religion, and focused on cultural influences as well as philosophy of the time. As opposed to Blaises that covered how it began, was nurtured, and how the it was structured for the followers.

'My gifts are tame compared to this,' Blaise looked at the book admiringly, 'Neville, what did you get?'

'Don't tell anyone, but, it was the Druid's Apothecary.' As soon as he said it Blaise hugged Harry and Hermione gasped scandalously.

'I heard about that book, it's banned!' Hermione glanced at the compartment doors as if someone was going to barge in.

'I can't believe you had it!' Blaise grinned looking extremely excited. 'What other things do you have?'

'I don't have anything, it's my mother,' Harry smiled back at his friend, not bothered by how tense Hermione was. 'Hermione, before you get upset, read the book I gave you.' There was a reason why Harry had given her the book he had, and it wasn't just because he knew she enjoyed reading about advancements made in cultures. He knew it would open her eyes to the truth about the Old Religion. The fact that it wasn't something to be feared, but rather, it was something to be appreciated, and looked at with an open mind. It wasn't something to be considered in black and white, good and bad.

'If you're sure.' Hermione looked less than pleased and hesitantly opened the book, already burrowing her head into it.

'Alright, it's clear.' Harry glanced out of the compartment before grinning at Neville who smirked back.

'Great.' Neville reached into his bag and pulled out the struggling lion cub. 'There you are,' he cooed as he scratched underneath her chin.

'What is that.' Hermione slammed the book shut instantly, looking at the cub beside her with a gaping mouth.

'A coat rack.' Harry's lips curled into a small smile, well aware that his comment sounded snarky to the people oblivious that their little cub had in fact (and still kind of was) a coat rack.

'A coat rack?' Blaise repeated slowly, taking the cub from Neville with no hesitation. 'That's some advanced magic.' He played with the wooden claws, ignoring the cub's mewls of annoyance. 'How did you guys do it?'

'Not with transfiguration,' Neville said as he beamed at the still nameless cub. 'We've been trying to turn her back, but it's really hard.'

'Why would you turn her back?' Blaise watched as the cub nipped at him, so he responded by mimicking the cub and biting the air just in front of the cub.

'It takes more effort.' Harry ran his hand through his hair, laughing as Hermione continued to gape at the cub, even more shocked since she realised that they transfigured it.

'That's seventh year stuff, and it's dangerous! You're better off going to Professor McGonagall and have her fix it for you!'

'No!' Neville panicked and looked at Harry who looked just as terrified. Adults may not be able to sense the Old Religion, but that didn't mean that they would be completely unaffected by it. If McGonagall tried to transfigure the cub she would certainly run into trouble.

'It's dangerous.' Hermione pushed, starting to look flustered. She couldn't believe that Harry and Neville would so blatantly do something dangerous after McGonagall gave them the lecture at the beginning of the year about not doing that kind of thing on their own.

'Why not just keep her as a cub,' Blaise asked as he stroked the cub that was licking his hand.

'Because Aunt Morgana said that we can't leave things half done. We either turn her back or make her a full cub.'

'We couldn't figure out how to finish the process,' Harry added as he stared at the cub critically, he honestly didn't understand what they were doing wrong. They had practised the chants all night long, made sure they were at their full ability, and had redone the ritual multiple times just to make sure but they failed each time. If anything, her coat just became more glossy.

'Or reverse it,' Neville said as he went red. He remembered when Morgana told them that they had to take the cub to school, it was shortly after she had gone into the yard and had dug up all of the grass in random spots. Clearly she thought it was far too much work, and had told them that the cub would remain unstable until she was fully alive, or back to a coat rack.

'We'll figure it out.' Blaise waved his hand, making Harry and Neville share looks of pure disagreement. There was no way the young Italian would be able to help them reverse a spell done using the Old Magic.

'No, you won't,' Hermione retorted, saying what the other two boys were thinking. Flipping the page of her book, she focused in on it again, making it seem like she had never even said something at all.

'No you won't,' Blaise mouthed, mocking the way she said it before he huffed and looked out the window.

'Well, I have an interesting book to read!' Neville dug out his own book and buried his own head in it, not wanting to pay attention to any fight that might come up.

'What's going on with your mother?' Blaise questioned, the problem of the three-headed dog popping into his head once again.

'She already has the attention of Ms. Bones, and as the head of the MLE, she'll be looking into it before deciding whether or not to come in.' Harry smirked and rested his chin on his palm, looking out of the window again. 'All we need to do is make sure Ms. Bones has enough witnesses.'

A/N: Sorry there isn't much in this chapter, I suppose this is what a filler chapter is? I hope it is still good! :) Thank you to everyone who commented, followed, and favourited, I'm still in shock that so many like my story, never had this happen before ^.^ Once again, Rowling is the one who put Merlin and Morgana in the period of Hogwarts, and so that is what I am following. If you have a problem with that then take it up with Rowling, please don't mention it in reviews. Actually, I may as well put this in the intro chapter...

Female whovian: Thank you so much! I'm glad to hear (or read..) that you enjoy it so much!

sunsethill: Ahhhh yeah that makes sense, I'll keep it up as a crossover. Haha, certainly, since he grew up with them Harry probably just doesn't see it.

The Crossover Addict: Thank you so much! I've really been trying to keep everyone IC, I have been rereading the Harry Potter books and rewatching the show for this. I'm all for keeping things as close as possible.

Honestly, I don't really like Ron, so I'm kind of running him down hard. Plus, I think he's acting like he would have if Harry and Hermione weren't there to tone him down. As for Dumbledore, most of the bashing is from the Slytherins I think (cause let's face it, they don't like him), and Morgana. And, well, I've been reading a lot of manipulative Dumbledore fics so I've been influenced and am playing with the idea.

He will, but, not quite in the way you think... At least, the first meeting with "Merlin" won't. I'm still deciding whether or not he will actually come in, and how that would happen. I am too! They are perfect together I think, and if Gaius hadn't told Merlin to not talk to her about her magic they probably would have bonded a lot more and have been perfect.

It won't I promise! Though the updates will take a while in between now and the end of May because all of my exams start in two weeks.

Serpentine13: She will! And yeah, I wasn't going to mention that because I wasn't sure if you knew about king cobra's being cannibals, and, well, if you didn't that may have been an awkward realization. The male king cobras also have a habit on feeding on the pregnant king cobras (no idea why... in fact, scientists aren't sure either.) If I decided to make him dark then it would certainly support his ability to sacrifice things he loves or is related to for necessity. Haven't quite though of animagus forms yet, but that would be a good idea. Would shock Voldemort too.

Thanks! And yeah, her cunning isn't quite obvious yes and it'll be awhile till her magical prowess will be shown. Yeah, depends on who you ask I think for whether or not it's a crossover. I actually haven't watched the last half of the final season so, no, it's not. I just guessed how it would have ended up...

I think parsel magic would be canon, because lots of cultures have magic and they aren't in latin. I would think magic is powered by the intent, and the power of words, as opposed by latin. Because magic would have existed before latin did, after all, it wasn't the first language. Inferi, and fiendfyre I doubt would be banned by the Old Religion, because it is used for immortality, and people have been resurrected as wraiths before with it as well. It's more like as long as there is a balance it is acceptable. Plus, like you said, snakes of inextinguishable flames is amazingly epic. I think it would be second year, and about mind magic, well, that's second year too.

Haha, I'm glad! But it's a pity I could'nt inspire chills :P That's about the only type of deviousness I can manage, I'm hopeless when it comes to pranks, which sucks for if anything Weasley twin related comes in.

You don't have to shorten your reviews (unless you hate the effort), I suck with planning so I actually love your feedback. It helps me consider other things to do and include.

sweetchill: Well, you know now :P And I now right! Man, I think Lay did all of the moves the best, I'll give Suho a star for trying too... I love El Dorado, Exodus, Hurt, and Playboy. Lady Luck was close but the...groans were really awkward for me .

Deathday Party Planner: I'll look into it, I was also considering the King Cobra.