Hey look, a new chapter! I apologize now for the A Very Potter Musical reference, I was listening to it in the background in the temptation was too great. Seeing as today is Father's day, I would like to dedicate this to my dad, without whom I would have never seen Merlin, never started writing fanfiction, and most importantly of all, never been born. So yeah.

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin or AVPM

Arthur awoke the next morning to find himself being pulled onto the floor by Merlin.

"Are we going to make a habit of this Merlin?" He looked up at his smiling manservant's face and it all started coming back to him, the diary, the magic, everything. He stood up. "Merlin, if there's anything you need to tell me, anything at all, you know you can trust me, right?" Merlin looked at him curiously, and Arthur swore he saw a glimmer of fear in his eyes.

"Alright, ummm, I may have… well, forgotten to polish your armor last night." Arthur rolled his eyes in exasperation. "It's not my fault, I was looking for my di-, I mean book! I can't find it anywhere! Sometimes I wish I were a Hufflepuff." Arthur looked at him funny.

"What the hell is a Hufflepuff?"

"It's a word we used back in Ealdor for someone who is especially good at finding things. I guess people don't use it here in Camelot. Anyway, have you seen it!" Merlin looked panicked and Arthur felt a twinge of guilt pull at his heart. But if Merlin could lie to him for so long, Arthur could lie for a few days.

"No, although it doesn't surprise me that you lost it considering the pit you call a room." He sat down to eat breakfast. "So are you sure there isn't anything else you want to tell me?"

"Nope, don't think so." Merlin said through what appeared to be a mouthful of…

"Is that my sausage?" Arthur asked incredulously. Merlin nodded.

"I figured if I wanted to stop making holes in your belt I should…"

"You've been making holes in my belts? I am not fat!" Arthur shouted, throwing a goblet at Merlin who rushed out of the room, presumably to finish the armor. Arthur walked over to the drawer where Merlin's diary was residing, and opened it.

Dear Diary,

There's going to be a tournament here in Camelot soon. I don't understand tournaments. It's just a bunch of knights bashing each other around. It's ridiculous. And Arthur is just as bad as I thought, honestly shouldn't he practice with other knights instead of on me? I still hear clanging! And I still have to learn about tournament etiquette and armor by morning. Well, at least I can do my chores with magic. Unless I get caught. I really should lock this door…

-Merlin

Arthur laughed. Leave it to Merlin to be stupid enough to actually risk his life and use magic for chores. Although, it did explain why exactly how he managed to get all of those chores done in one night. He really did feel bad about training on Merlin. He should have been practicing with the knights, it wasn't doing him any good, he just thought it was fun. Guilt began tearing at him. He really didn't think about how he was hurting people back then. How on earth he and Merlin ever became closer than brothers was beyond him.

I hope you liked it! Now I gotta get back to Hogwarts... I'm sorry, I really should stop doing that.

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