A/N: Sorry for the late update, guys. I was having a hard time thinking what to write. I know where I want to go with this, but getting there has always been a struggle for me.
Also, someone wondered what Geoffrey would do when Morgana dies at Merlin's hand. Well, I don't know about you, but I certainly haven't gotten that far in my writing, and seeing as this is obviously AU, not everything that happened in canon will happen here, and who is to say what will happen when he returns to his own time? ^_^
Harry Potter and the Will of Magic
When Morgause, Morgana, and Geoffrey appeared in the Isle of the Blessed, the warrior priests swarmed to them, lifting Morgana carefully while Morgause held the squirming toddler who cried out for them to bring his mother back.
Geoff struggled in her arms crying while she awkwardly tried to quiet him. Eventually she gave up and decided to do something a little more constructive: namely seeing if what Morgana told her about his shifting powers was true.
So, holding him close to her chest, which oddly caused him to still and stop whining, walked over to a priest that was going about his daily chores and asked to be taken to the Chamber of Inheritance, where only those accompanied by a priest an enter. Now, as the Order was created to protect those like Morgause and Morgana, the reason that they are required to go with them to the Chamber is so that in the event that something occurs, like, say a previously unknown ability is made known and the bearer suddenly decides it wants to go on a murderous rampage, they have protection, even if they really don't need it. You never know when something, or someone, might be resistant to magic, and need the physical touch, or rather punch.
Making her way down to the Chamber of Inheritance hidden deep underground, Morgause kept glancing down at the little boy in her arms, as Geoffrey was being oddly quiet and somewhat respectful, although why was beyond her present understanding.
With the boy in her arms, she walked into the center of the Chamber, which only contained a stone table in the center with a ceremonial knife lying atop it.
Laying the boy down and telling him not to move, she picked up the knife, holding it before her and began to recite the ancient verse that would reveal just what made this boy so special.
"Spirits of the land long gone
Rise up and greet us now.
The one before will find his nature
And become who he was meant to be.
Forgotten magicks rise this eve and
cleave the obstacles in their path.
Power and wisdom to he who is shown
The light within his soul."
A sharp wind picked up, whipping around the table and Morgause, creating a barrier of air. The knife in her hand was raised above her head and and thrust it down toward Geoffrey's heart.
The dagger appeared to melt as it made contact, merging with the skin and becoming one with the child who was immediately thrown unconscious. The barrier of wind was shattered as a pulse of magic flew out from Geoff, and only holding onto the dagger was Morgause able to stay standing.
His body rose up from the stone table, rising up to her chest in height as his body was covered in a deep red coat of magic, although a presence of black dominated the upper quarter of it. Eying the black with distaste, Morgause motioned for her escort to move forward and pierce it with his own ritual blade, seeing as her hands were still wrapped around the dagger in Geoffrey's chest.
Striding forward, the hooded man drew his blade and struck the contamination, which produced a scream unlike any they had ever heard before. The outline of a man appeared as the darkness was forced away. And it was only with quick reflexes honed through years of training that the monk was able to avoid the blast sent his way by the apparition. Morgause, however, could only watch with narrowed eyes as she beheld the being that appeared, knowing quite well what it was.
Horcruxes, while not well known in the ancient world, or any world for that matter, were something that Morgause had made a point of studying lest she come across an ancient artifact belonging to a long-dead sorcerer, like Cornelius Segan for example, who had preserved his life force inside a jewel. The term 'Horcrux' was fairly new, as those in the past as termed them 'soul shards'.
Whoever had made this boy into one must have been a very sick individual seeing how young the child was.
Over a thousand years in the future, a ghost-like being sneezed violently, scaring the animal that he was intending to possess into scurrying into the undergrowth. An unearthly scream of rage could be heard echoing through the forest in Albania.
Back with Geoffrey and Morgause, their escort threw his dagger at the soul fragment and watched with cowled eyes as it shrieked before dissipating into the air, the blade falling to the ground with a ring that echoed throughout the chamber. Picking up and sheathing it, the guardian moved back to his original place ten paces behind Morgause.
With that done, the ritual picked up where it left off in earnest. The magical cloak, now covering his entire body in red, pulsed once more, but this time sent no vibrations into the air. This was followed by a sound more majestic than any Morgause had ever been graced to hear before: Phoenix song. It echoed within her very soul and it wasn't long before the sound of locks being opened became evident as sparks of orange light flew out of Geoffrey's body, dissipating in the air as they were removed.
When the last one was gone, Morgause felt like she was inside an inferno as things quickly began to heat up when all of a sudden a geyser of flames took up on the other side of the table and a magnificent bird with red plumage appeared and set down lightly upon the table, its head next to Geoffrey's floating one.
A soothing trill came forth from the bird soothing Morgause's nerves easing the strain upon the young wizard's body during the remainder of the ritual.
Parchment appeared in thin air above Geoffrey's body and it quickly began to fill itself up with writing. And, upon the last words appearance, Geoffrey's body was gently lowered back onto the table and the parchment floated down to rest beside his head and rolled itself up. And the ritual was complete.
Motioning for her escort to pick up the boy, she grabbed the roll and unfurled it, and as her eyes read what was there, her eyes widened. Upon reading the last line, Morgause's eyes were narrowed in fury.
Walking quickly through the tunnel back to the surface, she wasted no time getting directions to where Morgana was being healed, and most likely resting by this point. The two adults and one child moved fast to Morgana's side.
Upon sight of the resting sorceress, Geoffrey awoke, and, in a move that left both monk and enchantress gaping, twisted out of the man's arms and leapt to the bed using the elder male's chest as a springboard, crying "Mommy!"
Morgana only had time to lift her head before she had an armful of toddler clutching at her. She smiled softly at her son as she wrapped her arms around him.
Pulling back from the hug, she looked into Geoffrey's eyes and asked, "So how is my little warlock?"
His face brightened as he heard her voice for the first time since waking up and merely nuzzled back into her chest.
Morgana sighed and looked up at the amused face of her half-sister.
Shaking her head, she asked where they had been.
Morgause's face turned serious almost instantaneously, "I took him to the Chamber of Inheritance." She held up her hand to still Morgana's tongue, "I realize that he is young, but I needed to know if he was a threat," at this her face turned grim, "But what I found was far worse than anything a child could do."
Morgana clutched the small boy to her tightly, ignoring his complaints at the grip, "What's wrong with him? Did Merlin do something?"
Morgause shook her head, "No, not even Merlin would do what was done to this little one. I am afraid he was a vessel for a soul shard, or Horcrux, as is the new way to term it. The fragment was removed and destroyed as is the nature of the inheritance ritual, and the boy is now free of the taint, but I fear for the effects it might have on him in the future. A person must commit murder to create such a dark artifact, and this piece was so weak that it couldn't possibly be the only one. And I know of no Sorceress or Warlock who would go to such lengths to achieve immortality. I fear we have a hidden enemy in our midst, and I am wont to let them move in the shadows for long."
With that said, Morgause withdrew from the cave where Morgana was resting and went off to divine the being's whereabouts.
Back in the cave, Morgana clutched tighter to a now sleeping Geoffrey and could only think that whatever may happen in the future, she was going to do whatever it took to keep her child safe.
A/N: For anyone wondering, the reason that the soul fragment of Voldemort only had one blast worth of power was because it was a relatively small piece of his soul, unlike the piece stored in the diary.
So, tell me what you think. Until next time, guys! ^_^