I'm completely shocked at how many people have already subscribed to this, even at one chapter! Thank you, and I'll try to work on it along with my other Armione as fast as I can! :) Oh, and you'll sort of see the reasoning for the song in this chapter when you read it at the end!


"Sing me to sleep,
Sing me to sleep.
And then leave me alone,
Don't try to wake me in the morning,
'Cause I will be gone..."

- Asleep by the Smiths


"Where are you taking me?" I demanded as two men in armor walk on either side of me, holding my arms.

"To see my father," Arthur replied distractedly. "We're not far from the castle now."

I looked down and noticed I was wearing very different clothes. A pale yellow gown of the time period was now on my body and I had to hold back a gasp at the way the corset made my bosom look. I needed to get that off as soon as possible for the sake of my modesty.

"Who's his father?" I whispered to the dark-haired boy.

"Um, King Uther of Camelot of course," the boy answered, his boyish face wearing a quizzical expression. "You're not from around here, are you?"

"No, not really," I answered. "Who are you?"

"I'm Merlin, Arthur's servant," the boy told me, smiling awkwardly. I glance at Arthur and then back at Merlin. Merlin. Arthur. Uther. Camelot. Merlin's pants! I mean, literally, Merlin was right there talking to me! Of course, he hasn't got the famous long white beard and all but I suppose I'd caught him in his younger years. Wait, why was I dreaming of Merlin?

"What's going to happen to me?' I asked, beginning to feel nervous. Something didn't feel right.. Merlin seemed to hesitate before answering.

"I don't know," he admitted. I stared into his bright blue eyes and nodded slowly.

"Merlin, stop talking to the solicitor," Arthur said from up front as we entered Camelot. People bustled around carrying baskets of vegetables. Stands selling clothes, jewelry, and tools stood around us. The crowds parted to let us through and kids to seniors stared as I was led away.

"This is really embarrassing, you know," I chimed, purposely for Arthur to hear. He turned for a second with a "how-unbelievable" look on his face.

"Good," he retorted, rolling his eyes and continuing on his way. Merlin hid a smile and we entered the extremely grand castle that was before me. I was taken through a large front hall where servants cleaning and guards guarding watched me as well. I felt extremely embarrassed and thoroughly confused. And then I was brought into what appeared to be a large throne room. It was very beautiful and.. well, as I said, large. At the end, I saw as we approached, sat a man probably in his forties or fifties. He was dressed regally and I assumed he was King Uther. I gulped. This was not a pretty situation for me.

We stopped in front of the King, who stood up immediately. The two men didn't let me go and Merlin went off to the side with the rest of the men who'd been with us.

"Arthur, who is this?" the King asked, his eyes on me for a moment and then on his son.

"We found her in the woods near here, and she hasn't told us her name or where she's from," Arthur replied in a predominant voice.

"In all fairness, you didn't ask," I put in.

"Be quiet," he told me harshly. I shut my mouth and focused on breathing through this constricting corset.

"I was unsure of her intentions so I didn't do anything rash," Arthur continued.

"A wise decision," Uther replied. "What is your name, girl?"

I stared at King Uther and realized how stupid I was. It was a dream!

"This is all a dream," I laughed out loud. "I don't need to say anything to you, I can just wake up!"

I shut my eyes, squeezing my eyelids closed and waited. Come on, wake up, I thought. I opened my eyes and found Uther and Arthur to be staring at me enigmatically.

"Is she.. ill?" Uther asked.

"No, I'm perfectly fine," I replied in frustration. "I just.. I need to wake up!"

I shut my eyes again. And opened them. The same scene was spread out in front of me.

"Enough!" Uther said loudly. "I asked for your name, now answer!"

Things were scaring me now. Why couldn't I wake up? Maybe you already are awake.

"Hermione," I answered, my hands trembling at my sides. "Hermione Granger."

"My Lord," Arthur added.

I was too scared to glare at him at that point. "My Lord."

Uther scrutinized me for what seemed to be hours. "In kindness I will allow you work as a servant here in my castle. You will wash clothes and bedding, help in the kitchens, and attend to Lady Morgana when her servant cannot. You will also do work around the castle. Consider yourself lucky I am feeling particularly gratuitous at the moment. You, Merlin, I believe, show her to a servant's room."

And just like that I became a servant in the castle of Uther Pendragon.


"Um, I think there is an available room right down this corridor," Merlin said as we walked down, past shut doors. "You're actually not that far from Morgana's chambers, she's back down the corridor, up the stairs and the last door of the corridor on the left."

I nod distractedly and just follow along. How did I even get here? Last I remembered was falling asleep. And then waking up here. Had Harry and I suddenly been attacked while we were asleep in the tent, and the Death Eaters had used a weird spell on me? It didn't seem very plausible. Merlin stopped suddenly and opened a door on the right. I went in behind him. The room was rather small, but not too bad. I had a good size cot in the corner and a small wardrobe (with a black cloak hanging on an open door) for clothes (which, I had none of but what I was wearing.) There was a basin for washing, I assumed, and a small bedside table with a candle in a holder. Plain but livable.

"Just let me know if you need something," Merlin said, turning to face me with a kind smile. I smiled back nicely and hoped the fear in my gut wasn't apparent on my face.

"Thank you," I managed to say. He nodded and left the chamber, leaving me completely alone. I stood still for a few minutes, unable to get my body moving. I forced myself to sit on the cot and stare at the wall. I didn't like this feeling of confusion. It threw me off and the more I tried to think about what was happening the worse it got.

"Just go with it for now," I told myself strongly.

Then I heard a knock on my door.

"Go with it."

I got up and opened the door. A woman with a kind, aged face wearing simple clothes stood before me.

"Hello," she greeted me. "I am Marvetta, and I'm a servant in the castle. I'll be in charge of assigning your duties and making sure you fufill your tasks."

"So I'm like your apprentice?" I questioned, sort of calmed. She had a relaxing aura around her that gave me peace and comfort in a way.

"Yes, child," she smiled. "Come along, then, we'll start by having you clean the kitchens. The dinner for the King, the Queen, and the Prince has already been prepared, so the kitchens need a good scrubbing down."

I allowed her to put a hand on my back and lead me away to the kitchens. She was like a mother. Kind, gentle, and patient. I memorized the way to the kitchens from my chambers and we walked in. A few servants were in there already, finishing up.

"There's a bucket in the cupboard over there for water, rags as well, and a broom, too," Marvetta said as she patted me softly. I nodded and turned to her.

"Thank you," I said, a lump in my throat and tears forming. She was probably the most comforting person I'd met so far in this strange dream/reality. She gave me a look of pity and kindness. Her eyes were such a soft, warm hazel colour.

"You're welcome, child," she replied. "I'll see you tomorrow, I must retire for tonight."

I forced a smile and followed her instructions, setting to work. The kitchens were a mess. I filled the bucket with water, put a rag in, squeezed most of the water out, and began scrubbing a table. Good luck to me.


I flopped down on the cot exhausted and aching. Cleaning the kitchens had been no easy task, but I'd finished. My hands were cramped. I'd cut some of my fingers somehow. Not to mention I'd perspired like a pig. It was late when I'd returned to my chamber. I'd managed to get a night gown from Marvetta. I settled under the sheets and my eyelids drooped shut.


I opened my eyes and sat up, expecting to see the chamber I'd been put in. Instead I saw the tent Harry, Ron, and I had been in for months.

"Morning, Hermione," Harry greeted me carefully as he walked over. "Sleep okay?"

I stared at him for a few moments and then fainted.


Back in Hermione's small chamber, the cot lay empty, the sheets disturbed from someone who'd slept there. But no one was lying on the cot anymore. She was gone.