A/N: Sorry for the late update, guys. I had typed it up before, but when I went to save it I hadn't done anything that required being logged in so it wasn't saved. So I had to start from memory, and that isn't easy, let me tell you. Well, I hope you enjoy this new addition to:

Harry Potter and the Will of Magic

By the time the tailor arrived the next day, the whole of Camelot knew about Morgana's little boy. Luckily for him he was cute as all get-out and soon every girl wanted to see him just so they could coo at him. And while his mother wasn't actually against them doing so, it did irk her that they kept barging into his room, taking a long look at him, squealing, and then apologizing for barging in and then running away after closing the door to tell everyone they knew how adorable he was.

When the man walked into the room, Morgana had been teaching him about proper etiquette and table manners. The old man bowed to the King's Ward and set his things on the small table. He smiled kindly down at the young lord, "Hello young Master, my name is Alexander Lyon and I am here to take your measurements so we can make you a wardrobe more fitting for the child of the King's Ward." He missed Morgana's eyes hardening at the last part.

It took a while to convince Geoffrey to stand on the stool and even then Morgana had to promise not to leave. When the tailor finished taking the measurements he walked towards the door with Geoff's 'mother' and talked about what types of attire she would like for him to wear and when they were done he bowed and left the two alone.

Sighing in relief, Morgana turned to her new 'son' and smiled at the sight before her: he was still standing on the stool struggling to stand still, even though the tailor was gone. It was simply adorable.

She walked over to him and helped him down and into a blue tunic and leggings for the day and went down for breakfast, as the tailor had arrived early in the morning.

When they sat down at the table, Morgana was quick to slap a smile on her face for the King, despite her true feelings about the man who was her birth father. Uther was all smiles himself as he gazed over at his ward and her child. While he still had a hard time believing that she had hid an entire pregnancy from him, the results were all too clear as the boy waited patiently for the meal to be served and him to take the first bite.

The meal was long and the tension high as they quietly ate their food. At one point, Arthur tried to ask Morgana something that she rightly assumed had to do with Geoffrey, but Merlin rushed in and announced that there was someone at the gate with urgent news.

The group moved to the throne room and Uther sat upon his seat of station, Arthur at his right side, Morgana at his left, with Geoffrey at her left. The man brought into the room looked harried, if his disheveled appearance was anything to go by.

He looked at them with wide eyes as he cried, "A light can be seen in the Tower of Idirsholas!"

Uther looked at his guards and made a jerking motion with his head. Getting the message, the guard knocked the hysterical man unconscious and took him to a room to sleep.

Gaius stepped forward once they were gone, "My Lord, the stories about the Tower of Idirsholas is seated in history. The Knights of Medhir were a group of knights of Camelot who were ensnared by a sorceress who turned them on their home, they were unstoppable. The only reason they fell silent is the witch who enchanted them died, so they became like stone, and they have rested ever since in the Tower of Idirsholas. That was 300 years ago. Uther, if a light has been seen, then it is possible that the knights have been awakened. I implore you, do not take this matter lightly."

Uther was quiet throughout Gaius' story, and remained so afterwards, a look of concern showing upon his face as he considered magic to be at the root of the problem. Arthur, on the other hand, was not so keen to hold his tongue.

"Do you actually expect us to believe some superstitious nonsense? Come on, Gaius, we're all adults here, you don't need to feed us fables to get a response."

Turning to his son, Uther said, "I want you to take a guard and see into this."

Arthur looked at his father in disbelief, "What! You actually think that 300-year-old knights have come back from the dead?"

Uther raised his hand to silence him, "True or not, we cannot let our people think we do not care, and not responding to this, myth or not, would be doing a grave misdeed. So, you will take those knights that you choose and go forth to this tower. And if there is nothing there, then you will have proven your point. I want you to head out at first light tomorrow, now off with you!"

Grumbling, the prince walked over to Merlin, grabbed him by the shoulder, and dragged him out of the room, all the while ignoring the servant's protest that he could walk just fine by himself.

Later that day, Morgana found a small box outside her windowsill. Opening it, she found a small note inside asking to meet her in the forest from Morgause.

Smiling, she tucked it away just in time for Geoffrey to knock tentatively on her door. Her smile turning soft, she went to open it and ushered him inside, hugging him tightly when she closed the door behind him.

"Hello sweetie, how are you?"

It took a bit for him to muster up the courage to answer, "I-I'm g-g-good."

Frowning, she looked at him critically, noticing repressed look of pain in his eyes. Her eyes narrowed, "Tell the truth, how are you? Did someone hurt you?"

Fearing a reprisal, he shook his head quickly, still not believing that she cared. After all, the Dursley's were his family and they didn't care, so how could a total stranger? Even one he had talked to for a few weeks?

Sensing he still wasn't being truthful, she took his head into her hands and knelt down in front of him, his eyes looked everywhere but hers.

"Geoffrey, you can tell me anything, you know that, right? I won't hurt you for telling the truth like those foul people you used to live with. You are safe with me."

He looked at her with suspicious yet trusting eyes, eyes that she never wanted to see in a child so young again. He opened his mouth but then he froze and tears started to form in his eyes. She pulled him close, burying his head in her chest, rubbing his back as she made shushing noises to calm him down.

After a bit, she pulled back and looked him in the eyes, holding his head still so he couldn't look away. "If someone hurt you, you are not to blame, alright? You are not at fault, they are. It is they who deserve to be punished, not you. You have done nothing wrong. Now, can you tell me who did it?" She asked in her sweetest voice possible.

Still crying, he managed to get out "The man with l-leather c-clothes." Her eyes widened in realization. What would Merlin do that would hurt her little boy? She had stopped questioning her maternal feelings for the toddler when she brought him to his room for the first time.

Still managing to keep to keep a gentle tone, she asked, "And what did Merlin do?"

It took a moment, as he was clearly summoning courage enough to actually say it. "He s-said I wa-was evil and that I would be a b-bad infruent on you."

Bad influence? Where did he get that idea? Geoffrey was the sweetest child she had ever met and there was no way he was evil. Seriously, what is Merlin's problem? He has had it out for him ever since he saw him.

As strange as it may seem, the young warlock had never liked the young boy, glaring at him suspiciously whenever they were near each other. Now, Morgana could excuse the glares, but to say it to his face is just cruel! Didn't they risk everything for Mordred? How could he do such a thing to one even younger than the Druid boy?

She would have marched over and confronted him then and there, but she had better way to deal with this. Morgause would surely have an idea about what to do.

Laying a red-eyed Geoff to bed that evening (he had cried himself to sleep in her arms after telling his story), Morgana quietly shut the door and retreated to her room where she pulled out her red cloak, putting it on and pulling the hood over her head.

She slipped past the guards patrolling the castle and made it to the place Morgause told her to be, an sure enough, there the enchantress was.

Smiling happily, she ran over to hug her half-sister, who gladly returned the gesture. After exchanging the usual pleasantries, Morgana asked her question, wanting to get her own troubles quickly.

"So what did you want to talk about, sister? Things haven't exactly been going smoothly for me lately."

Morgause grinned knowingly, "Of course, the talk of the land is that the son of the King's Ward showed up at the castle gates badly injured escaping his caretakers who were executed by Uther in front of the whole of Camelot." She then frowned, "Why didn't you tell me you had a son?"

Morgana smiled softly at the thought of her son, "I know it may seem I was keeping him a secret, but the truth is I didn't give birth to him." At her questioning look, she continued, "When he appeared, it was just like magic, and over the weeks that he was recovering from those people's care, his appearance slowly changed to resemble mine. I couldn't believe my eyes when I walked in one day and saw what could pass for my son laying on the cot. Gwen was all over him when I brought him to his room that first day, cooing and hugging him to death. Even Arthur was kind to him. I keep him away from Uther as much as I can, though. He might catch on to Geoffrey's not-so-normal pedigree and kill him crying witchcraft." Her eyes hardened, "But it seems that not everyone likes him. Just today my little boy came running to me crying about how Merlin had called him evil. A bad influence of all things! He is just a child! How could he be that bad?"

Morgause stayed silent throughout her rant, as it went from sweet remembrances to flat-out hostility. "It seems that we have a powerful warlock on our hands, sister. If he can change his appearance to look more like you, than who knows what else he could look like? I believe he is of a small group of magic users called Shifters. A very powerful child indeed." And if Merlin doesn't like him it just makes it that much better.

And so the Enchantress got to the reason why she called Morgana, if in a vague way "So, would you like to strike down Uther?"

"More than anything."

She smiled widely, "Good, then I wish you a good night's sleep."

Morgana looked at her confused, "What?"

Morgause waved her hand and the King's Ward's eyes closed as she fell to the ground, soft breathing marking her passage into the dream world.

Picking up a long stick, she began to draw a circle around her slumbering sister, chanting a spell as she walked around her still form.

When it was done, she smiled victoriously, and waved her hands once more, this time Morgana disappearing in a flash of light.

So, tell me what you think. Until next time, guys! ^_^

Edit: I recall reading that Metamorphmagus probably wouldn't be used in that time period, so I changed it. I hope you find it more appropriate.

Edit: I have been given some reviews regarding Merlin hitting Geoffrey A.K.A. Harry, and I have come to see they are right. I don't even do anything about the injury incurred and so tweaked it a bit and presto-change-oh it is done. Besides, I didn't bring it up later either so it really was unnecessary.