"My lady," A voice said breaking through Morgana's day dream. Her eyes met emerald green ones filled with concern and she couldn't help but to blush at the man's attention on her. She had chosen to ride today, but Uther would not let her out of the castle walls with at least one guard. She guessed it could have been worse as at least he let her out and today he had been convinced that one guard was enough for her. Luckily, the knight that she had her eye on for years volunteered for her guard as her father usually had to command someone to follow her. Harry Potter's mess of black hair and emerald eyes entranced her.

"My lady," Harry spoke as Morgana drifted off into her dreamland, "My lady are you alright?" Harry Potter, after years of fighting Voldemort had finally defeated the dark lord only for Voldemort to have one last surprise for him. As Riddle breathed his last breath, a trap was tripped and a surge of wild and uncontainable magic was unleashed hitting all those in the area. He wasn't sure what the trap was supposed to do, but for Harry it sent him to a time long passed with nothing other than what was on him at the time. Luckily for Harry, he had the Sword of Gryffindor, his wand, and a trunk filled with noble clothes and gold. For a few months, Harry simply took in the lay of the land while looking for a way back to his own time. After months of research it dawned on Harry that he had no desire to go back to his own time and decided that this was as good a place as any for him to live a life that he had been denied for all those years. A few simple charms in a small kingdom and Harry was a young lord, the last of his line simply looking for his purpose in life which wasn't too far from the truth.

After he had all the papers drawn up and had received even more instruction with the blade, Harry traveled across the land and then met up with a band of druids. With the druids help, Harry was able to discard his wand, actually he ended up giving it to the druids and in particular one Ollivander, for study which amused him slightly. He also learned of Camelot's deep seated hatred of anything magical and also of the great prophecy. Harry always had an interest in adventure and there were no stopping him from joining the fabled knights of Camelot. What made it even more interesting was his meeting the legendary Prince Arthur for the first time as well as his manservant Merlin. That tested Harry's mental shields to the max as he learned the great Merlin was a manservant at the beginning.

When Harry met Morgana for the first time, even though he knew of what she would become, he fell hard for her beauty and sharp wit. He tried everything to be near her which was why he volunteered for guard duty today. "I'm sorry Harry," Morgana said with a smile, "I was just lost in thought. Last night was not an easy night for me."

"I am sure," He said placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. Last night a fire had started in Morgana's chambers and everybody was on edge. "But you are safe now and that is what counts." He watched her as she seemed to be struggling with a difficult question. "Morgana what is it? You know you can tell me anything and I will keep your confidence."

This seemed to be the thing to say as she took a deep breath before speaking. "I think I have magic," She whispered as if afraid that if she spoke too loud, Uther would hear her from miles away.

"And what makes you think that you have magic Morgana?"

"That fire did not start on its own. I looked at a candle last night and with just a thought, flames sprung up and caught the curtain and when I screamed in fright, the windows broke. You believe me don't you Harry? You have to believe me!" Morgana begged and she looked so vulnerable as she did.

"What is your take on magic?" Harry asked, avoiding answering Morgana's question for the moment. "When you heard of magic as a little girl, before Uther went on his crusade against it, what did you see when you saw magic?"

"I don't, I don't know. Beauty perhaps. After all, the magic that a little girl would see was the street faring kind designed to draw in crowds from all around. There was a sense of wonderment as I saw the witches and wizards control the elements into different shapes and forms. But now, I don't know. Uther says that magic is dangerous and unnatural, that those who use it are evil and their soul is blackened from practicing it."

"And do you think my soul is black?"

"What do you mean is your soul…" Her question was cut off as Harry held a small flame in his hands and was gazing intensely at her. "You can use…"

"Magic. Yes, I can use it. You are not alone Morgana if what you can truly do is magic. Honestly, for a kingdom so dead set on wiping out all traces of magic it has an extraordinary amount available."

"But how?"

"No one knows how one is chosen to wield such powers, but that does not mean you can't learn how to use it. I have trained since I was eleven to wield my magic and I can easily teach you how to control it, if you want?"

"Yes! Yes!" Morgana yelled while having a wide smile on her face. She wasn't alone in Camelot with her powers and she would be able to spend more time with her crush. So swept up in her elatedness that she proceeded to kiss Harry on the lips. Both sets of eyes flew open at her impulse decision and she quickly broke apart. "Forgive me Harry, I do not know what came over me. If you know longer wish to teach me magic, I quite understand."

Harry said nothing which made Morgana squirm a bit before he gently grabbed her chin and turned it towards him. "There is nothing to forgive as I have wanted to do this since I first saw you," Harry said before leaning in for a gentle kiss. Morgana was not sure how she was so lucky, but at that moment it did not matter and she let herself be swept into the kiss. When they broke apart neither could stop smiling before Morgana leaned in for another kiss while pushing Harry gently to the ground.

"There's something I need to show you if I am to go in front of Uther and attempt to court you," Harry said a half hour later as they enjoyed the cool grass and warm sun.

"Oh, what is it?" She asked, a slightly worried expression marring her face.

"It is nothing bad," Harry smiled at her, "You don't have to worry about that, but it is a bit strange even dealing with magic."

"Whatever it is, you can show me. I trust you."

"Then stare into my eyes and open your mind. I want to show you a memory."

Morgana was wary in trusting magic so early in her experiences, but she trusted Harry and it was no hardship for her to stare into Harry's eyes. She felt the faintest brush as if someone were stroking the inside of her forehead before she was pulled into whatever Harry wanted her to see. She saw Harry as a young boy, learning of magic at a castle that looked oddly familiar. She saw him battle various creatures and if she didn't know that Harry was laying underneath her at the moment, she would have started crying. She then saw Harry battle a snake man hybrid that practically radiated evil and the magical backlash that deposited him here as well as his steps in becoming a lord. Slowly she was pulled from Harry's memories and deposited back in real time.

"What was that?" Morgana asked after catching her breath.

"Those were my memories. I am not from this time my lady and in fact lived over a thousand years into the future. When I landed in this time I felt no pressing need to find a way back and have settled nicely. Before you ask, I was a lord in my own time among the wizards and witches, so I didn't lie about that part."

"So you know of what is to come?" Morgana asked.

"Yes and no," Harry shrugged a little helplessly. "I know the big events, but I wasn't the best student of history. I do know that with Emrys leading the way, magicals were forced to hide from the average person as he basically refused to step up and lead when Arthur was poisoned and sent to Avalon?" He purposely left out that Emrys was Merlin as he had his own plans if history did start playing out as he remembered.

"Emrys? Avalon? I assume that these things are important if you have mentioned them."

"Ah yes, sorry we'll probably need to get you to the druids at least for a few hours as they are much better at explaining this type of thing. I can help you with your magic of course, but there's a bit more that you need to know and I am not good at explaining the theory behind most things. I have no doubt that your intelligence will easily come in handy when you start this process."

Morgana blushed beautifully at his words and she saw the love Harry held for her in his eyes. "So how do we start?" Her green eyes glittering with joy at the thought of sharing something with the man that lay next to her.

Harry looked up at the sun and when he realized that he did not have to pretend anymore he cast a spell to find the time, which made Morgana's eyes light up in delight. "We will need to be back within an hour, so there is not much I can start you on today. What I can start you on is a way to clear your mind and calm your wild and fluctuating magic. You need the druids to start your theory before I start teaching you any real magic."

Morgana was not going to lie, she was slightly disappointed, but something was much better than nothing. "I'm sorry Morgana," Harry continued, having seen the disappointment in her eyes, "There's just a few rules that everyone has to follow and I certainly don't want to have anything happen to you."

"Of course Harry," Morgana smiled at the man in front of her, "I'm sorry for making you think that I was disappointed, I just really want to control this."

Harry returned her smile and lightly brushed her hair, "And we will Morgana, we will. But, you have to be patient my Lady. Now, are you ready for your first lesson?"

Harry wandered the halls that night after returning Morgana to the castle. Uther thanked him for guarding his ward and with a passive legilemency scan, he could tell Uther was amendable to Harry courting her. He would bring up the subject tomorrow if he could get the man alone or at least without the multitude of people surrounding him. Beyond everything, he was still a slightly shy individual. Currently, he was following a slight pull on his magic that had been bugging him the past year he had been in the castle, but he had never felt it necessary to look into it beforehand. Now though, the feeling had intensified and Harry could no longer ignore it.

He found himself in a cavern that was buried under the castle and for a moment Harry thought it was simply an escape tunnel before the beat of large wings and a rattling of chains caught his attention. Harry soon stood in front of a large dragon that dwarfed the image of the horntail that he faced in his fourth year. "Ah," The dragon spoke which startled Harry even more, "The young warlock has finally arrived. I was beginning to think you were particularly dense to have avoided my summons for so long."

"Forgive me," Harry bowed to the dragon, "If I had known that you were the pull I would have come when I first felt your magic, but I simply thought it was a few magical artifacts that Uther kept hidden in the castle."

The dragon hummed in thought before nodding. "I can see where you would get that idea, but there is a question that I would like answered. Why do you feel different from the other magic users I have come in contact with?"

Harry thought for a moment as he contemplated on just what another of magic knowing his past could do. "If I could get an oath that you will not voluntarily reveal any information about me to someone else, I would be happy to tell you of what I am and how I came here." Harry didn't remember too much of his history, but he did remember that Merlin was said to be a Dragon Lord and thus could command the beautiful beast in front of him to tell him what he needed to know, but why would Merlin ask about him?

"And just why should I give you my oath?" The dragon asked.

"Everything will be explained once you give the oath, but needless to say I am not from a land you would recognize."

"And how would you know that I have not traveled to your land young warlock?" Harry was surprised to see that the dragon actually raised its eyebrow, or the equivalent of one, and looked rather amused.

"Well, where I come from, dragons don't talk nor do they travel in time, but if you did that would be quite the achievement."

"Oh ho, a time traveler. Now that is a story worth hearing and I will gladly give my oath to you young warlock." So Harry told his tale, the one that he had given to Morgana just that afternoon and he felt much lighter after giving his story a second time. "That was an interesting tale Harry, but I wonder what you know of this time? What do you know of Emrys and has quest to unite the land and bring magic back?"

This was something that Harry had not wanted to touch on, but there was no chance to lie to a dragon. Besides, having a dragon on his side would not be the worst thing to happen to him. "Merlin simply gave up when Arthur was sent to Avalon," Harry sighed. "He taught four students that started a school, but magic and the common folk were never united and when I left the magicals were still living in isolation."

Kilgharrah laid his head down, thinking of just what had to happen to have Merlin give up on his destiny, to have the power of dragon lords lost and his descendants reduced to mindless beasts. He would have to help as much as he could to prevent that future from happening. Although he knew not how to time travel, the Great Dragon did know that Harry's mere presence had already created an alternate reality in which they could change everything. "What is your plans young one?"

"I truly do not know Great Dragon, but I am focusing on Morgana. I know she is Uther's daughter so if need be she can lead us to the age we both want. While Merlin can fulfill his destiny, Morgana can easily derail the plan if she is led astray and I know she was not helped until she was already losing her mind due to magic's chaotic nature."

Kilgharrah hummed in thought, "Yes, that might be just the thing needed, but I have already warned Merlin of the evil nature of the Witch and to go back on what I have said would invite suspicion. I daresay you do not want that on you, do you?"

"Indeed not," Harry smiled, "But I doubt it will be too much trouble. Merlin seems smitten with Morgana and might help the beginning of our plans."

"Perhaps young one, but it grows late and we have time to plan. Years if what you have told me it true. Rest and come back when you are able to, if nothing else, tales of your time would be greatly appreciated."

As Harry slipped into his bed that night, he had to shake his head at the bizarreness of his situation. He had met a Great Dragon that could speak and had planned to start teaching the Morgana of legends. When he entered the Wizarding World at eleven he doubted anyone could have predicted just what he would go on to accomplish.

A/N: I loved this TV series, watched it a couple times on DVD and a few times on Netflix. I had thought this was going to go somewhere, but after a few thousand more words I hit a wall. As usual, if you want to adopt a story or use it as a springboard, just let me know and give credit where credit is due.