"I heard you last night," Draco said bluntly over dinner.

Harry almost spat his food out over his plate. "What?" he spluttered. "What did you say?"

"I heard you last night," Draco repeated. "Doing... you know."

Harry closed his eyes and resisted the urge to bang his head on the table. "Why didn't you say something earlier," he muttered. Like over breakfast. Or lunch. Or at any other point where they had spoken during the day.

"I didn't want to embarrass you," Draco said.

"Then maybe you shouldn't have said anything at all," Harry pointed out.

Draco shrugged and gave him a haughty look. "I was going to do that, but then I wondered if you were going to do the same thing tonight. I barely slept last night. If you were planning to do the same thing tonight, you should go to another room."

Harry couldn't believe he was having this conversation. He was just glad that Draco didn't know that Harry had been wanking off thinking about him. He couldn't imagine how awkward that conversation would be. "You want me to... do that in the corridor?"

"Well, if you want," Draco said, "but I was thinking about another room or something like that."

"No," Harry said automatically. "I can't."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "You can't?"

Harry closed his eyes. "Can we stop talking about this?"

"No," Draco said bluntly. I'm not getting the sleep I need because of you. We're talking about this."

Harry couldn't help but think that he too wasn't getting the sleep he needed. And it was also because of Draco. "I didn't mean that I can't."

Draco shot him a suspicious look. "I think you did. What makes this room so special?"

You're in it, Harry's mind put in helpfully but he quashed it. "Nothing," he said quickly. "Absolutely nothing." Harry frowned. Surely his imagination would be just as fertile elsewhere. He didn't need to be in the same room as Draco.

Draco shook his head. "I really didn't need to hear that last night."

"It didn't go on for that long!" Harry protested. "It shouldn't have kept you up all night."

Draco looked uncomfortable and turned away. There were two bright spots of red on his cheeks. "I don't need to explain anything to you." He pushed his chair back and walked towards the door.

Harry frowned. There was something about the look on Draco's face. It looked familiar. It looked like a combination of embarrassment and discomfort that Harry saw on his own face at times. Harry's eyes widened. He saw the same expression on his own face whenever he was thinking of Draco. "You liked what you heard, didn't you?" Harry demanded.

"Don't be ridiculous," Draco snapped as he opened the door.

"I know you did," Harry retorted. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?"

Draco snorted. "In your dreams. Not all of us are strange like you. I can wank off perfectly well privately."

"So can I," Harry snapped. "It just worked out better with you there." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he regretted them.

Draco froze. He turned around very slowly. "You were what?"

Harry looked down and wished that a giant hole would suddenly appear and swallow him up. If he still had his magic, he would have charmed one to appear. "Nothing."

"No, you didn't say nothing," Draco persisted. "You implied that you needed me in the room."

"Did not."

"Oh yes you did," Draco said. His eyes widened. "Don't tell me. You're... you're thinking of me while...?"

Harry pressed his lips together and didn't say anything. He wished that he didn't flush so easily. It would have been much easier to lie to Draco if his face didn't give it away.

"Well, that's interesting," Draco said.

"I'm sure it is," Harry said, his throat suddenly dry. "Now, you were leaving?"

Draco took a step towards him. "I don't think I'm going to leave now."

"What?" Harry spluttered.

Draco seemed to take a deep breath. "I'm thinking that maybe we could live out one of your little fantasies. Right here. Right now," he said softly.

Harry swallowed. Suddenly, Draco's voice seemed to have a direct line to his cock. He could feel himself getting harder and harder. "What?"

Draco's eyes gleamed as he stepped closer until he was right in front of Harry. "This," he murmured as he pulled Harry forward.

Draco pushed him up against the wall, one of his hands pushing Harry's shirt up and the other one fumbling at the strings holding Harry's trousers up. Harry reached down and quickly undid the strings, letting his trousers fall down into a puddle around his feet. Draco made a tiny noise at the back of his throat as Harry thrust his hips forward, his cock brushing against the bulge in Draco's own trousers.

"Fuck," Draco gasped as he pulled his own trousers down. "You really do move fast, don't you?"

Harry inhaled sharply as he could feel Draco's fingers wrap around his cock. It was obvious that Draco had done this before. His fingers seemed to dance over Harry's cock, brushing over all the right places. "I've been thinking about this for days," Harry admitted.

Draco quirked an eyebrow. "Days?"

"Ever since... well." Harry turned red. "Ever since we saw Arthur and Merlin together." It was only when those words were out of Harry's mouth that he realised that the Arthur and Merlin event only happened a day ago. Crap. He tensed slightly and expected a snide remark from Draco.

However, Draco just laughed softly. "Me too."

Harry could feel himself hardening more from the words. Somehow, the idea that Draco had been turned on by that scene was a turn on in itself. Draco probably had wanked off to the same image of Arthur and Merlin's entwined bodies as Harry himself had. "So you did enjoy listening to me last night," he accused.

Draco chuckled. "It was ... very intriguing. I wanted to come and help you."

Harry's breath caught in his throat as Draco knelt down in front of him. He could see Draco lick his lips and lean over. His cock was covered by a warm wetness and it took all of his strength not to just grab Draco's head and thrust into that mouth. "Well, next time," Harry panted. "You can certainly help me."

Draco winked.

Draco burst into the room. His eyes were wide and he looked like he had just been running. "Before you say anything," he said quickly. "I need to tell you something."

"What?" Harry asked. Draco had completely ignored him this morning when they had woken up curled up around each other. Every attempt at talking to him had been rebuffed. In the end, Draco simply made some excuse and left, leaving Harry staring at the door. Harry wasn't sure he wanted to hear what Draco had to say now. If Draco wanted to ignore what happened, Harry would ignore what happened.

Draco looked serious. "You know the magical incidents."

Harry nodded.

"Well, somebody just died," Draco said quietly. "I just ran into Arthur and Merlin and they told me that they think it was caused by magic."

Harry felt sick. "Somebody died?" he repeated. What he was about to say flew out of his mind as the horror of the first death caused by the magical incidents sunk in.

Draco looked slightly pale as he closed the door. "According to Arthur, a little girl walked in to find her mother eviscerated on the bedroom floor. Apparently there was blood everywhere."

Harry swallowed. "Eviscerated?"

"Yeah, you know? Cut up?" Draco explained.

"I know what it means," Harry snapped. "But there was something at the Department of Mysteries that did that? Why wasn't it under tighter security?" He shivered. The idea of a magical object causing that much damage was rather frightening.

"Of course it was under tight security!" Draco exclaimed. "It was under the tightest spells available. Plus, one of the Muggle-borns I work with bought some Muggle gear to protect it as well. We have a couple of magical objects that were used by serial killers in the past. All of them were under the same security. Obviously whatever spell that dragged us into the past nullified all of our security."

"And just how many other magical objects like this are there?"

Draco looked troubled. "About ten. Maybe fifteen."

Harry cradled his head in his hands. "Great," he muttered. "Just great."

"Morgana was the first on the scene," Draco continued. He bit his lip. "She didn't look too well when I spoke to her."

Harry let out a long breath. Morgana seemed to be having a lot of bad luck lately. He felt sorry for her. It can't have been easy to have so many horrible things happen to you. "Is she alright now?"

"As well as she could be," Draco said. "She insisted on making sure the little girl was okay before Gaius tended to her."

Harry supposed she couldn't have been that badly shocked if she was looking after the girl. He looked over at Draco and suddenly had the urge to put a hand on his back. Harry shook his head slightly. He obviously wanted to pretend the previous night hadn't happened. Harry wasn't sure how he felt about that. On one hand, they seemed to have developed a reasonable working relationship that might have been called a friendship if it was with anybody else. On the other hand, Harry couldn't see how he could just forget. His lips still felt almost bruised from Draco's kisses, even though when Harry looked in the mirror, they looked normal.

Draco gave him an odd look. "You're staring."

"Sorry," Harry muttered. "I was just thinking about Morgana."

Draco nodded. "She seems to be having a string of bad luck, doesn't she?"

Harry stared. "A string of bad luck," he repeated.

"Yeah, so?" Draco asked.

"A string of bad luck," Harry said again. It was like a light bulb had gone off inside his head. No, it was like a Lumos had gone off inside his head. Harry suddenly felt like he could see everything clearly, and he didn't like what he saw. Two and two were adding up together, and Harry could see, for the first time in days, that they equalled four.

"You have a funny look on your face," Draco observed.

Harry pushed his chair back with a scrape. "I need to go," he said quickly.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Go where?"

"I need to go and talk to somebody," Harry told him. "I have this hunch. It could be wrong, though." He didn't think it was wrong. It fit. Somehow, all the pieces seemed to be sliding together like one of those childhood jigsaw puzzles that Dudley never ever played with.

"Fine," Draco said sharply. "Go and talk to this mysterious person then."

Harry hesitated and bit his lip. "About yesterday..." he said quietly.

"It's nothing," Draco interrupted. "We don't need to talk about it."

Harry could feel his temper bubbling up. "I think we do," he protested. "It's not like something like that happens every other day. I don't know for you, but it certainly doesn't happen every other day for me!"

"I said, we don't need to talk about this," Draco said tightly.

"You might not want to talk about it now, but we can't just ignore it." Actually, Harry suspected that Draco would have absolutely no issues ignoring it completely. Normally, under similar circumstances – not that he made a habit of sleeping with childhood enemies or anything – Harry would be happy ignoring it as well, but somehow, he didn't want to this time.

"Sure we can," Draco drawled.

Harry glared at him.

"Go and talk with your mysterious person," Draco told him.

Harry let out a mental sigh. "Fine," he snapped as he shoved his chair back under the table with more force than necessary. He stormed over to the door and pulled it open rapidly.

"Careful there," Draco said. "You wouldn't want to break anything."

Harry rolled his eyes and stepped outside. He resisted the urge to slam the door behind him. He needed to forget about the previous night. It obviously meant nothing to Draco and it meant nothing to him either. The only reason why he wanted to talk to Draco was out of simple curiosity, Harry decided. It was an odd event. It was normal that he'd be curious about the reasons.

Harry shook his head almost violently. He needed to concentrate on the task at hand. He was almost positive who was behind the recent events. He just needed to talk to them calmly and rationally, without thinking about all the havoc they had caused. Of course, Harry realised, that wasn't going to be that easy. He bit his lip. A woman had died today. It was the first magical fatality, and it changed everything. This person wasn't just a prankster or somebody with a vendetta against Camelot.

This person was a murderer.

Harry dug his fingernails into his palms. He couldn't just confront this person. Not with their connections. He needed to be subtle about this. With a sigh, Harry realised that he should have dragged Draco along. Draco would probably know what to say to make the person confess, whereas all Harry could think of was the direct approach.

He stopped at the door and took a deep breath. Sometimes the direct approach was the only way, Harry thought as he reached for the door handle.

Harry burst into the room. "It was you!" he said quickly, pointing a finger. "Don't deny it. I know it was you!"

Morgana turned around slowly. She didn't look surprised that Harry had come rushing into her room. In fact, there was a small smile playing about her lips as she pushed her long hair away from her face. "I'm surprised it took you so long to figure it out."

Harry couldn't believe he hadn't seen it earlier. It was so obvious now that he was thinking back on it. So many of the events seemed to happen when Morgana was around. Merlin had mentioned that she was obviously shaken when the skull had appeared over the market. She was around when the knives had flown into the walls. Harry hadn't thought anything of it at the time, but she was around almost every time he had seen something magical happen. He looked across the room at the table she was sitting in front of. Harry's eyes widened. There was a Pensieve in front of her.

"You're judging me," Morgana said flatly.

"Of course, I'm judging you!" Harry spluttered. "Look at what you're doing!"

Morgana's eyes flashed. "What exactly am I doing?" She looked down at the Pensieve in front of her and swirled the tip of her index finger through the bowl. "You're no stranger to magic, Harry Potter. I can tell."

Harry could feel his heart skip a beat. Of course. She must have been watching them that first morning too, when he had spoken to the snake. "You're hurting people," he told her. "You don't understand what powers you're playing with!"

Morgana looked up, her eyes narrowing. "No, it's you who doesn't understand! You don't know what it's like!" she hissed. "You don't know what it's like being the ward of Uther Pendragon, to watch him drown himself in his bitter vendetta against magic and then realise that this magic is part of you. It's part of my body, my soul."

Harry swallowed. "That still doesn't excuse..."

"It doesn't excuse what I've done?" Morgana said mockingly. "What I've done is show Uther that the future of the world is magical. He won't win. We'll win."

"You've endangered everybody here," Harry snapped. "That's what you've done! You've brought unknown magical artefacts from the future streaming into this time and you've killed people."

There was a brief flicker of remorse in Morgana's eyes before she tossed her hair over her shoulder. "It was for the greater good," she said flatly. "You don't know what it's like here. You haven't seen Uther's purges. You haven't seen the persecution here. You haven't seen people being killed, not for what they've done, but for who they are!"

Harry could feel bile rising in his throat. "You don't think I've seen things like that? You don't know what the future is like." He took a deep, calming breath. He didn't want to explain Voldemort and the Death Eaters to Morgana. Despite everything, he still felt sorry for her. She was naive to believe that what she had done would change Uther's mind. As Harry looked closely at her, he could tell that she was obviously just holding on by a thread. What had happened over the last few weeks had affected her harder than anybody else. "I feel sorry for you, Morgana," he said quietly.

"Don't!" she spat. "I know I've done the right thing."

"You need to fix it," Harry told her. He curled his fingers around his wand that was in his pocket. It warmed a bit underneath his fingertip. Mentally, he breathed a sigh of relief. His magic had been coming back, albeit slowly. This wasn't a good time for it to disappear on him again.

Morgana shook her head. "Uther's wavering." She bit her lip. "I don't want people to get hurt, but if I stop now, more people will die."

Harry gritted his teeth. "Uther's not going to change his mind. When're you going to see that?"

"He will," Morgana said, her eyes overly bright. "He has to."

Harry very much doubted anything would change Uther's mind short of a miracle. "You've hurt people, Morgana," he told her. "You've seen that little girl. She's going to have nightmares for years about what happened to her mother."

Morgana's eye flashed. "And what of the druids and all the other people who practice magic in this land. What of their nightmares? What of the nightmares of the children whose parents were burned at the stake?"

"And you think that killing that little girl's mother will change any of that?" Harry snapped.

Morgana's cheek twitched. "I didn't mean for that to happen," she said evenly. "It was a mistake. She was just there at the wrong time."

"And what of all the other people who were at the wrong place at the wrong time? Do you care about any of them?" Harry could hear himself begin to shout. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He wasn't going to convince Morgana of anything if he was yelling at her. In fact, he very much doubted he could convince her even if he wasn't yelling. "What about all the people Uther's persecuting right now because of you?"

Morgana's lips were set in a hard line as she flipped her curls over her shoulder. "Uther will see his mistake soon."

Harry didn't like the word of warning in her voice. "What have you done?" he demanded.

Morgana gave Harry a smile that sent a shiver running down his spine. "It's not just me," she said, her eyes glittering. "We're teaching Camelot a lesson. We're teaching Uther a lesson. Magic is a part of this world and it's here to stay."

Harry's blood ran cold. There was somebody else involved?

Morgana laughed. "You didn't know that, did you?" she said softly. "It's not just me. You can't just get rid of me. It won't end it. You can't end this. Nobody can, except Uther. Once he accepts magic back into the land, this'll end."

"By then, you'll have destroyed this land," Harry snapped.

Morgana shrugged. "That will be on Uther's head."

"No!" Harry exclaimed. "That'll be on your head and on the head of whoever you're helping."

Morgana's cheek twitched. "What makes you think that they're not helping me?"

"You're not powerful enough for this," Harry said. He mentally crossed his fingers. Maybe this would work. Maybe he could get her angry enough to reveal something about the person she was working with. "You couldn't pull any of this off."

Morgana smiled coldly. "That won't work with me, Harry." She spun on her heel and walked towards the door, her dress swirling around her. At the door, she turned around, her hair swirling around her like a dark cloud. "If you're thinking about telling anybody else about your little theory, I'd think again. It'll be your word against that of the king's ward."

Harry ground his teeth together as he watched her leave the room. She was right. There was no way he could go to Uther directly with his theory. Arthur didn't know about her magic and he wasn't completely sure Merlin would believe him. Morgana was Merlin's friend and he was loyal to her. Harry suspected he wouldn't want to know this about her.

That left one person for him to tell. It was with a purposeful stride that Harry went to find Draco Malfoy. He really should have brought Draco along to begin with.

"We need to talk," Harry said quickly as he opened the door. A worried expression flickered over Draco's face. "It's Morgana. She's the one behind all the magical stuff in Camelot. We need to tell somebody."

An expression of relief passed over Draco's face. And then what Harry said sank in. "What?" Draco spluttered.

"It's Morgana," Harry repeated. "She basically confessed to me." Harry hesitated. They needed to go to somebody with this news. While he agreed with Morgana's reasons for doing what she did, she needed to be stopped before some other innocent person died. "Gaius," Harry decided. "We need to tell Gaius." Harry suspected that out of everybody in Camelot, only Gaius had anywhere near enough clout with Uther to convince him of his ward's guilt. "And Arthur and Merlin, of course," he added.

"You want to tell Gaius?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. "You want to go there with this hare-brained idea and you expect him to believe you?"

Harry pressed his lips together. "It's not a hare-brained idea. Morgana told me that she was behind all of this."

"And do you think that he'll believe you?" Draco asked quietly. "Look, do they even know that she's magical?"

Harry bit his lip. "I don't know." From what he'd seen, he doubted it. Arthur seemed like he was conflicted enough about the fact Merlin was magical. He obviously accepted that Merlin was a force for good, but he still didn't seem completely comfortable when Merlin performed spells. If Arthur knew about Morgana's magic, then he would have shown it when he was around Morgana.

Draco sighed. "Come along then," he said and beckoned for Harry to follow.

Harry gave him a startled look.

"I know when you've made your mind up," Draco told him. A small smile played about his lips. "You've got your stubborn look on."

"I do not," Harry said automatically. He had a stubborn look? That was ridiculous. Of course he didn't have a stubborn look.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course you do," he said. There was almost a fond note in his voice.

Harry stared at his back for a few seconds before following. He was glad that Draco seemed comfortable around him again, but it still felt like something was missing. They needed to talk about what happened. He just needed to make Draco see that.

Gaius gave Harry a level look. "You come bursting in here to tell me that Morgana is behind these magical incidents?"

"Yes," Harry said. He bit his bottom lip. "She told me she was."

"That's impossible!" Arthur exploded. "She wouldn't be behind something like this. She's not ... she's not like that."

Merlin cleared his throat. "Like what?"

Arthur looked somewhat abashed when he realised what company he was in. "Sorry," he muttered. "But you know what I mean. She's not... a sorceress."

Merlin cleared his throat again. "Actually," he said.

Arthur stared at him. "You mean she is?" he interrupted. "Why on earth didn't you tell me? Why didn't she tell me?" He stared around the room. "You mean that these people... these people from the future know more than I do?"

Merlin shrugged helplessly. "I meant to tell you, but it really wasn't my secret to tell. I told Morgana that she should say something, but she was scared."

"And rightly so," Draco cut in. "If you'd told Uther, she would have been dead."

Merlin ignored the interruption. "Remember what happened last time Uther suspected something. He thought nothing of throwing her in the dungeon. He thought nothing of locking her up in chains. And he didn't even suspect her of being a sorceress."

Arthur's eyes flashed. "You should have still told me."

"We should have," Gaius said gravely. "But that's not the issue at the moment. The issue at the moment is whether Morgana is capable of doing something like this."

"She's not!" Arthur said adamantly. "Sorceress or not, she wouldn't do something like this to Camelot." He shot a look at Merlin. "Not all magic is evil."

"Nobody knows that better than me," Merlin countered. He hesitated. "But ... it's possible."

Arthur's mouth fell open.

"I confronted her about an hour ago," Harry said hesitantly. He didn't really want to interrupt what was obviously a very personal discussion, but there was a pressing matter. "She admitted it."

"Why?" Arthur's voice was cold. "Why would she betray Camelot like this?"

"She wanted to show Uther that magic would survive. That it would flourish," Draco explained. "And it does. Our world is a testament to that." He looked over at Merlin. "You're famous in our world. One of the greatest wizards of all time."

Merlin looked shocked.

Arthur shook his head. "I'm still not really sure I believe where you come from."

"Well, if you help us make Morgana remove the spell, you'll have proof," Draco said eagerly. "From what I know of Merlin's powers, they should be more than powerful enough to send us back. They didn't work for a reason. And now we know the reason."

"I'm not going to help you hurt her," Arthur said flatly. "We're taking this to my father."

"Arthur!" Merlin exclaimed.

"Keep out of this, Merlin," Arthur warned. "Your name doesn't have to come up, but it can."

"Don't do this," Merlin snapped. His hands were clenched into fists by his side. "We're not going to hurt Morgana. We just need to remove the spell."

"The spell's on some sort of mirror or on a jewel," Draco explained. "We'll know it once we see it."

Harry stepped forward and gingerly laid a hand on Arthur's arm. "We're not going to hurt her," he said quietly. "We promise. We just want to get home."

Arthur gave him a long and steady look. "I'm not necessarily agreeing to this," he said. "But I'm going to come along when you speak to her. I need to hear this for myself. I need to hear it from her mouth."

"Fine by me," Draco said. "Come on then. What are we waiting for?"

"Draco!" Harry hissed. "Couldn't you show some respect? Obviously they're going through something here."

Draco sighed. "This is our chance to get home," he whispered. "Do you want to miss it? What if she runs away? It's already been over an hour since you last saw her."

Good point. Harry turned quickly to everybody else. "I last saw Morgana in her chambers. We could check there."

"Arthur!" Morgana exclaimed as she pulled open the door to her chambers. Her gaze roved over the rest of them standing there. "What an unexpected surprise. How can I help you?"

Arthur hesitated.

"Perhaps we could step inside for a small chat," Gaius said gently.

Morgana paused before giving them a tight smile. "Certainly," she said. Her dress swirled around her as she opened the door fully. "Gwen?" she called.

Gwen looked surprised to see the group amassed in Morgana's room. "Yes?"

"If you have any mead, our visitors might like some," Morgana said politely.

"I think we're fine," Arthur said curtly. "We're not here for mead."

"If you change your mind, there's plenty." Morgana swept her dress around her and sat down gracefully on one of the plush chairs. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind an ear.

"We wanted to ask you a few questions," Harry said bluntly. "About the recent events that have been happening around Camelot." He was pleased to see a flicker of fear in Morgana's eyes. Obviously he was getting to her.

Arthur shot him a look. "Of course, we don't think that you had anything to do with it."

Harry pressed his lips together. "Except for the fact you basically confessed to me an hour or so ago," he snapped. Arthur glared at him, but he ignored it.

Morgana's hand flew to her throat. "You couldn't possibly think that I had anything to do with the recent unpleasantness! Surely you remember that I was almost killed by one of the incidents."

"You weren't even injured," Draco remarked.

Morgana shot him a frosty look. "I could have been killed. I was very shaken up. Gwen had to fetch me several glasses of mead before I was calm enough to fall asleep."

"You told me yourself that you were part of this," Harry said flatly. "You told me this today, only an hour or so ago. Why are you trying to lie now?" He watched her intently for a flicker of the eye, a shaking of the hand, anything that would indicate that she was lying, but Morgana simply looked at him steadily.

"I'm not lying," she told him. She turned to Arthur. "Why are you allowing these visitors to interrogate me like this?"

Arthur turned to Harry. "Why indeed?" His voice was low and dangerous.

"You told me that you were in league with a druid," Harry said. "A very powerful druid. Who is he? Who set this spell? Who's the person pulling things from the future here?" Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Gwen's eyes widen. Obviously this was all news to her. He was glad that she wasn't part of Morgana's plans. It was one less person to interrogate.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Morgana snapped. "Arthur, why are you allowing this servant to address me in this manner?"

"You know perfectly well that I'm no servant," Harry said. "Just like I know perfectly well that you're lying."

Morgana's eyes widened. "I'm not lying." She swivelled in her chair and stared at Arthur. "You have to believe me."

Arthur laid a hand on her arm. "Of course I believe you," he said.

Harry glanced around the room. He knew that Draco believed him and from the look on Merlin's face, he suspected that Merlin believed him too. He wasn't sure about Gaius though. His face was unreadable. "You are lying."

Morgana's eyes glittered as she stood up. She turned to address Draco. "Please get out of my room and take your servant with you."

Harry waited for Draco to protest, but he didn't say anything. Turning his head, he looked over to where Draco was standing. There was a slight frown on Draco's face as he seemed to be examining one of the mirrors hanging up on Morgana's wall. Harry's eyes widened. If you polished up the mirror in the Department of Mysteries, took away the stand and cleaned up the glass, it would look practically identical to this one. "Is that...?"

Draco nodded grimly. "Morgana, we know you're lying."

Morgana pressed her lips together. "Arthur, please tell your guests to leave my quarters."

Before Arthur could reply, Draco stepped forward and pointed at the mirror. "This is magical," he said flatly.

Morgana delicately arched an eyebrow. "How would you be able to tell that?"

Draco smirked. "You're not the only person in this room who has control of magic. I know that mirror is magical."

Harry held his breath. Draco was walking a fine line here. If his magic hadn't come back yet then Draco's wouldn't have come back either. Draco obviously couldn't sense whether there was magic in the mirror. He was bluffing. Harry just hoped that Morgana didn't know that.

"Arthur!" Morgana exclaimed. "Are you going to let him talk to me like this? Imagine what your father would think."

Arthur closed his eyes and seemed to be thinking deeply. When he opened his eyes again, he looked steadily at Morgana. "What would my father say if he knew about your... special powers?"

Morgana looked aghast. "You can't believe them, can you?"

"I'm not sure what to believe any more," Arthur said, sounding tired. Harry watched as he looked over at Merlin who gave the tiniest of nods. "But I accept that there is magic in that mirror. And since the mirror is hanging in your room, I can only assume that you are to blame. I can't believe you would do something like this."

Morgana's arms shook as she crossed them in front of her chest. "And I can't believe you stand by while your father murders innocents!" she snapped.

Harry stepped forward. "Take the spell off the mirror," he said quietly. "Please, you don't know what this will mean to us."

Morgana's upper lip curled. "If I'm not mistaken, both of you are from the future."

Harry couldn't help the flare of surprise in his eyes. He had no idea that she had guessed. He thought they'd been so careful. From the expression in Draco's eyes, he also had no idea. "What makes you think that?"

"It's in the way you look at this place. It's in the way you act." Morgana shook her head. "What right do you have to judge what I did? You grew up in a world with magic. You grew up in a world that accepted who you were and appreciated you for it. You didn't grow up in a world where you could be killed for something that you didn't choose!"

"You don't know what you're talking about," Harry snapped. He could feel anger bubbling up in his stomach.

Morgana snorted. "I know all I need to know. You're judging my actions when you have no right to judge."

Harry clenched his hands into fists. "You don't know what my childhood was like." He could feel Draco touch the back of his arm, but whether to comfort or to stop him, Harry wasn't sure.

Morgana laughed. "I'm sure you didn't see children murdered in front of your very eyes merely because they had the unlucky chance of being born with magical powers."

Harry took a deep breath to try to calm himself, but his fingers were still trembling. He didn't want this to get into some sort of argument about whose childhood was worse. He still thought that being locked in a cupboard was pretty bad. Definitely not as bad as seeing murdered children, but still fairly bad.

"No response?" Morgana mocked. "You can judge me but you won't answer me?"

His deep calming breaths weren't working. Harry could feel something flaring up inside of him. It felt like his magic was surging, bubbling up through his fingers, his skin, and his very pores. It swirled up towards Morgana whose eyes widened as Harry took a step towards her.

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

Harry wasn't sure. All he knew was that this didn't feel like his normal magic. His normal magic was like a comforting blanket. This was more like a coiled snake and it was striking out towards Morgana. As Harry watched, she seemed to freeze in mid-step and then collapse down on the ground.

"What did you do to her?" Arthur exclaimed as he hurried over. He pushed her hair away from her face and felt her pulse.

"She's alive," Harry managed to get out. He wasn't sure how he knew it but he knew she was still alive. "I think..." His voice was harsh as he cleared his throat. "I think I did something to her."

"You think?" Arthur demanded.

Harry flexed his fingers. They felt strange. It felt almost like some sort of current was buzzing underneath his skin. "I don't think the mirror's magical anymore," he said as he looked over at the mirror. He didn't know how he knew that either, only that he did.

Merlin walked over and ran a finger lightly along the side of the mirror. "You might be right," he said quietly. "The spell to send you two back to the future might work now."

"Well," Draco said, looking amused, "I suppose it's good that Potter's performed one of his miracles again."

"It's not like I meant to do that!" Harry exclaimed but Draco simply winked at him. He could feel a little wave of relief slide over him. Draco was simply joking. "And, of course it's a good thing if it means we can get back home."

"That's all great, but Morgana's hurt," Arthur snapped. He gestured for Gaius to come over.

"I didn't have a choice," Harry said, feeling a wave of guilt. Morgana might have endangered all of them, but she thought she was doing the right thing. She thought she was protecting magic.

Arthur glared at him as Gaius knelt down next to Morgana. He pried open her eyelids and peered at them. "She's just unconscious," Gaius said firmly. "She'll be fine. It could have simply been the shock."

As though she had heard him, Morgana's left arm twitched slightly and she moved her head towards the sound of Gaius's voice.

"Are you okay?" Arthur asked roughly. He was still cradling her, but he let his other hand drop to his side. "How're you feeling?"

Morgana's eyes opened slightly and she frowned as she looked around at the crowd around her. "What happened?" she murmured.

Arthur jerked his head towards Harry. "He did something."

Morgana looked puzzled as she looked at Harry. "Who are you?"

"What?" Harry exploded. Was she now pretending that she didn't know him? That was ridiculous. Nobody would believe that.

Morgana shrunk back and looked scared. "Where am I?"

Harry turned away. He couldn't believe that Morgana would first deny having confessed to him and now was pretending to have forgotten everything.

"You're in your chambers," Arthur said, sounding surprisingly gentle. "What do you remember?"

Morgana looked confused. "I'm not sure." She pushed herself up off the ground and quirked an eyebrow at Arthur. "Being chivalrous, are we?"

Arthur frowned. "Gaius?" he called. "I think you need to look at her."

"Are you sure?" Harry demanded.

Merlin shrugged. "Gaius believes she isn't pretending. She really has lost her memory. Not all of it, but her memory of the last year or so. She believes that she hit her head while trying to stop the sorcerer."

"I wonder who made up that story," Harry muttered.

Merlin shot him a look. "Arthur believes that she deserves another chance and so do I. She doesn't remember anything about being magical."

"But won't she just discover her magic again?" Harry pointed out.

Merlin smiled faintly. "We're hoping to prevent that. I'm going to help her. Morgana's my friend. I don't like the person she turned into the last year. This is like another chance for me to get my friend back."

Harry's stomach churned. There was something about what Merlin was saying that made him extremely uncomfortable, but he couldn't seem to put his finger on it. "I guess this is all pretty fortunate for you then."

Merlin frowned. "I wouldn't say that," he said slowly. "I didn't want this to happen to Morgana. She barely knows me now. We've lost a lot."

Harry raised an eyebrow. It sounded to him that Merlin wasn't sure whether he was happy about the turn of events or unhappy. "Well good luck with it all," he said awkwardly. "Without Morgana's magic acting as a damper, you should be able to send us home."

Merlin nodded. "Are you sure you don't want to stay for a bit longer? Arthur convinced his father that Morgana lost her memory when she was trying to stop the sorcerer. Uther's celebrating tonight and Draco is invited."

Harry shook his head and smiled slightly. "And I assume that as his 'servant', I'll get to come along to help?"

Merlin gave him a crooked smile. "Sounds about right."

"I think we've been here too long," Harry said. He sighed. "We don't even know if we've changed the future." He bit his lip. The idea of finally getting back home and finding it changed was horrifying. He tried to think of the possibilities that their actions could have caused and it just gave him a headache.

"I guess a morning ride out into the forest is in order," Merlin said.

"Sounds good," Harry agreed. Privately, he was glad that, if all things went right, this going to be his last horse ride ever. Riding was painful. The faster the horse went, the more painful it was.

Merlin gave him a long look. "It was interesting," he said finally. "I still can't come to terms with the fact that I'm famous in the future."

"Very famous," Harry interjected. "Your picture is on Chocolate Frog Cards."

Merlin gave him a dubious look. "Doesn't sound like much of an honour."

"It is," Harry reassured him. "It's a massive honour. Only the most famous witches and wizards get on those cards. You're not just famous. You're famous."

Merlin shook his head. "It still isn't sinking in." He tilted his head to one side and frowned. "I'm not sure it ever will, actually."

Harry laughed. "Well, it was interesting for me too. I found all of this to be an experience that I'd never forget." There was no need to tell Merlin that most of the experiences had been horrible and he wished that he had never ended up in this horrible era.

From the amused look on Merlin's face, he knew exactly what Harry meant. "Tomorrow morning," Merlin said as he stood up. "It'll work this time."

Harry crossed his fingers. He hoped so.

Harry looked around. "It didn't work," he said, his heart sinking. He couldn't bear the disappointment. They thought that it would finally work. Morgana had taken the spell off the mirror; and without that holding them in the past, it was a simple matter of combining their power with that of Merlin's. The combined magical energy should have snapped them back to the future as easily as a rubber band.

Draco's lips were pressed tightly together. "It should have worked!" he exclaimed.

"Maybe there's something we're missing," Harry said. "Maybe there's another spell cast by the druid friend of Morgana's that we forgot to get removed."

"Or maybe this was a one way trip into the past," Draco said flatly. "We never knew that we could get back to the future."

"We also agreed to not think like that," Harry snapped. "Yes, we might be stuck. Yes, the future could change. But we agreed to try to get back anyway."

Draco let out a long sigh as he turned around. "Well..." he began to say when he suddenly stopped. "Where are Arthur and Merlin?"

Harry turned around and stared. "I don't know," he said slowly. "They were right next to us." Except now, the clearing was obviously empty. "They couldn't have walked away. We would have heard them." He couldn't hear anything except the faint sound of birds twittering.

Draco was beginning to look excited. "Maybe it did work!"

"We're still in the middle of a forest," Harry pointed out. "It looks exactly the same." All the trees around them looked the same. Even the grass on the ground looked the same. Harry had to admit that he wasn't any kind of tree and grass expert, but he was pretty sure it was the same.

Slowly, Draco took his wand out of his pocket and fingered it. "It's worth a try..."

Harry stared at it. Neither of them had taken their wands out much over the last few weeks. There was no point. Even though their magic had been coming back slowly, it wasn't reliable enough yet to use magic. Draco had theorised that it was probably something to do with the fact that they weren't born yet and that they didn't have their own magic to tap into so they were siphoning off excess magic in the air. Harry had just nodded and pretended he understood what Draco was babbling on about. "Try it," he said.

Draco took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Harry's eyes widened as he saw the air around Draco shimmer slightly and then Draco disappeared. "It worked!" Harry exclaimed. He felt the beginnings of a huge grin spread across his face. It worked! They were back in their own time.

His smile faltered. Unless, of course, their magic had just come back on its own accord. They could still be in the past. Draco could have just Apparated back to Camelot. Maybe Uther was arresting him right now? Harry bit his lip.

"Stop being an idiot."

Harry jumped and turned around to see Draco standing there with a smirk on his face. Draco held out a chocolate bar and Harry took it with trembling fingers. He turned it over in his hand and saw the label. Bertie Bott's. "We made it?"

"We made it," Draco confirmed, grinning.

"And you Apparated into Honeydukes?" Harry asked as he looked at the small sticker on the chocolate bar.

"Scared a lot of kids when I appeared," Draco confirmed. There was a slight smile on his face. "I'm so glad I have our magic back. Have you tried yours yet?"

Slowly, Harry took his wand out of his pocket and waved it around experimentally. He almost felt like he was eleven years again and trying out a wand for the first time. What spell would he try?A sudden thought crossed his mind and Harry smiled. "Accio Draco's trousers!"

With a ripping sound, Draco's trousers detached themselves from his body and sped into Harry's awaiting hand. "You... you..." Draco spluttered.

Harry smirked. "What?"

Draco slowly shook his head. "You're an idiot," he pointed out.

"Tell me something new," Harry retorted. "You say that every other day of the week." He couldn't help but look down at Draco who was clad in only his boxers. Almost unconsciously, Harry licked his lips. Draco mightn't want to talk to him about what happened, but it didn't mean that he couldn't think about it.

"Are you checking me out?" Draco asked sharply.

"Maybe," Harry said. He took a small step backwards. If Draco decided to attack him, he could always run. Or fire another spell at Draco. Either one would work.

"Two can play at that game."

Harry frowned. What on earth did Draco mean by that?

Before Harry could open his mouth to reply, he saw a grin slowly spread over Draco's face. "If you want it that way. Accio Harry Potter's trousers!"

A thousand years or more ago, a great battle was fought over the right of magic to survive. Both sides sacrificed self-dignity and morals in the battle, and in the end, neither side won outright. Magic survived and thrived in some parts, nurtured by witches and wizards. But in other parts, people were burned at the stake for daring to believe. There emerged a word for non-magical people – Muggle – and henceforth, witches and wizards hid away from these Muggles.

It has been said that Uther Pendragon won in his quest to eradicate magic. Certainly, Muggles would agree.

Harry put the book down and walked over to make himself a cup of tea.

"Utter drivel," Draco said as he came up behind Harry. His arms encircled Harry and his hands reached for the cup. "Not a true word in that book."

Harry nodded slowly. "Not a true word," he echoed as he kept his cup of tea out of Draco's reach.

-fin

Author Notes: This was originally written for hd_fan_fair over at LJ. I had lots of fun writing it! It was my first time writing Merlin fic and I have to admit, I'm definitely going to write more in this fandom!

As I said in my original author notes on the first chapter, thank you to emerald_dragon8 and aigooism for the beta. Thank you to scarletladyy for Brit-picking and marguerite_26 for a quick Merlin!verse beta! Any remaining mistakes are entirely my own.

Thank you so much to everybody who has read and reviewed! I really appreciate your kind words.