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Harry opened his eyes to find himself in a room he had never seen before, that much he could tell without his missing glasses. He sat up to look around the room. It was then he noticed that he was laying on a very comfortable mattress.

The door opened and Harry made out the blurry figure of, what he assumed was, a woman. "Where am I?" he asked.

To his surprise, the woman chuckled. "Where is not the question young man, the question is when. I would imagine a few things have changed in the future."

"What are you talking about?" He asked as he squinted at the woman, trying to get a better look. All he succeed in doing was drawing the woman's attention to his eyesight, and apparent lack of.

"The current year is 953, A.D.," the woman said as she approached the bed. "Sit still please," she said as she reached out to place her hand over his eyes.

Harry felt...there weren't words to describe what was happening. It seemed as though he was in the most pain he had ever endured, and at the same time, it was the most pleasurable feeling he had experienced, all flowing through his eyes. Harry didn't know whether to gasp out in pain, or moan in ecstasy. And when the woman moved away her hand, he could see clearly.

Being that she was standing in front of him, the first thing he saw was the woman. His first thought was that she was beautiful, and much younger than he had thought. Her brown hair fell to her waist in easy waves. And her tanned skin, at least that he could see, was flawless. Piercing blue eyes assessed him as the woman's red lips turned up into a smile. "Much better, isn't it?"

"Thank you," he said. It was then that he remembered what she had said about the year. "You said it was 953?"

The woman nodded.

Harry sat back on the headboard of the bed. '953,' he mouthed. He looked around the room and noticed that, although it was a very spartan room, the few bits of furniture were well made and expensive. "Where am I? And who are you?" He asked.

The woman arched an eyebrow as she crossed her arms. "Tell me, have manners eroded so far in the future? It is impolite to ask for a name without giving your own."

"I'm sorry. I'm Harry Potter," he said introducing himself. "Wait a minute, how did you know I was from the future?"

The woman smiled. "I was wondering when you would ask that question. You will excuse me if I decline to answer, I have another guest that came along with you. I will answer both of your questions tonight after dinner Harry. One of my house-elves will come and get you at that time, they will also bring you appropriate clothing. Now if you excuse me, I have one other to attend to. I will answer one question however. Earlier you asked me my name, I am Morgan Le Fey."

Harry's eyes widened as Morgan Le Fey strode regally through the door, closing it behind her.

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Bellatrix Lestrange opened her eyes and swore they were playing tricks on her. The walls of her cell in Azkaban were clean, and the rag of a blanket she laid on was a soft fluffy mattress that felt like heaven.

It was only after a few moments, when she realized that she wasn't being affected by non-existent dementors, that she shot out of bed, looking around wide-eyed. "Where the hell am I?" she asked herself.

Noticing that she was still wearing her dirty, torn prison uniform, Bellatrix made her way over to an ornately made closet. Opening it, she was disappointed to find the thing empty.

"You don't get any of my clothes until you wash," a voice said from behind her.

Turning, Bellatrix saw a woman, younger than her, standing in the doorway. She growled at the woman, but did question her, understanding her filthy state, and the fact that she was unarmed. "Then tell me where I can bathe so I can get out of these rags," Bellatrix demanded.

The woman smirked. "Winnie!" she called, summoning a female house-elf to the room.

"Yes Mistress?" Winnie asked.

"Would you take Ms...," the woman turned to look at her. "Sorry, but what is your name?"

"Lestrange," Bellatrix sneered. "Bellatrix Lestrange."

The woman smiled evilly. "Winnie, take Ms. Lestrange and dump her in the river, then prepare her for dinner."

Bellatrix's eyes widened. "River...Wha...," before she could finish the elf had grabbed her and she found herself in the middle of an ice-cold river. She screamed at the shock the cold water caused her.

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Morgan Le Fay looked up from where she sat at the table as the door to the dinning room opened and Harry entered the room, led by Boxer. He was now wearing simple, yet sturdy, black leather pants and boots along with a red silk shirt.

As soon as Boxer noticed her her asked, "Do you require anything else Mistress?"

Morgan smiled as shook her head. "Nothing now Boxer. You are dismissed."

The house-elf bowed before vanishing in with a small pop.

Morgan observed the young man for a moment, before gesturing to a seat to her right. "Please, take a seat," she ordered softly. "My other guest will be joining us momentarily. Then I will answer any questions the two of you may have."

"Thank you Ma'am," Harry said as he took the offered seat.

Morgan observed him as they waited in silence for Bellatrix to appear. He was obviously nervous, but her kept his brilliant emerald eyes down, preventing her from reading his emotions further without the use of legilimancy. He was also tense, as though he was prepared to fight or flee, which he would do if pressed she had no idea.

She was pulled from her musings as a much cleaner Bellatrix was pushed into the dinning room. She wore a white silk shirt, with a blood-red corset on the outside and a matching silk dress. Winnie didn't even wait to be dismissed, as she knew her mistress would call her if needed.

Bellatrix growled and turned her eyes to Morgan, then Harry. She noticed a widening of her eyes as they fell upon Harry's scar, and a smile crossed her face. "Well, if it isn't the famous Harry Potter," she purred. "My master would reward me handsomely if I delivered you to him."

Surprisingly, at least to Morgan, Harry appeared to relax, as though threats on his life where a normal occurrence. "I wish I could say I know who you are, but I can't, though you are vaguely familiar. As for Voldemort..."

"YOU DARE SPEAK HIS NAME! YOU FILTHY LITTLE MOGREL! I'll..."

"Do nothing!" Morgan interjected firmly, her voice laced with power and demanding obedience despite it's soft tone. "I don't see how you could, even if I allowed it. The only way for you to return to your time is for me to send you there."

"Time? What the hell are you talking about?" Bellatrix demanded.

"I have brought you, and Mr. Potter here, to the year 953 A.D. to be my apprentices. For some reason, my ritual brought two of you back in time, instead of the one I was expecting. And although I don't care what you do after you finish your apprenticeship, so long as you are my students, I expect the two of you to get along."

"Who are you to make these demands to me?" Bellatrix demanded, a slightly crazed look entering her eyes. "You're no older than twenty and I have lived over twice as long."

Morgan smiled and released a visible aura of magic around her. "Don't let appearances deceive you, I'm in my seventies. As for who I am. I am Morgan Le Fey, ruler of Azkaban, sister to Arthur Pendragon, Goblin friend, and most powerful witch currently alive. Who are you to question me? Now sit DOWN!"

Bellatrix meekly sat in the only available chair, her eyes wide and holding a tinge of fear.

"Now that we've all been acquainted, let's get down to business."

Morgan's smile was almost feral.

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