Chapter 2

A/N: I do not own King Arthur or Harry Potter.

Arthur did not know beyond that Merlin had a guest coming. They went to breakfast and found no Merlin yet. They informed the women of the guest and her 4 children. Merlin walked in with the woman on his arm.

The knights did not stand. Arthur glared at them before standing and greeting the woman. "My lady. I am King Arthur. This is my queen, Gwenavere. Welcome to Camelot." He told her smiling. "I am honored to be here. My Lord. My Lady."

"Arthur, this is Hermione Granger and her children." "Lady Hermione." She nodded. Merlin led her away from the knights who kept glaring. "So what are you?" Bors asked before his wife hit him. "Bors." Arthur reprimanded him. "My lady, I am sorry." He apologized.

Hermione waved it away. "It is fine. I prefer when people are direct. I am a witch." "A witch?" Lancelot questioned. "You have magic, like Merlin?" Galahad asked. "Yes. The magic is ... different. But yes." She told them calmly. "What of the children? Are they magic?" The queen asked. "Yes. They are at different levels of training, but all of them can do magic."

"Where is your husband?" Lancelot said smirking. "If you were my lady, I would never stray." She laughed. "If I was yours I would run." Several people at the table laughed. "I am not married." Lancelot looked confused. "You do not look like a..."

"Oi!" One of the boys said glaring at Lancelot. "Teddy." she said softly and the boy lessened his gaze. "They are my god children." The woman told them taking a sip of water. Dag's eyes grew large. He was not expecting that.

"You are a Christian?" Bors yelled then turned to Dag. "Did you know?" He shook his head no. "What do you think, that I have Christian written on my arse?" She snapped. "I could check." Lancelot offered. Dag growled, while the dark haired knight in the corner spoke for the first time. "So Dag saw your arse?" This cause the woman to spit out her water and her cheeks turn red.

"Oi. I don't want to even think about that." The boy who spoke up before told them. The other dark haired boy laughed. "I haven't seen Aunt Mya blush that much. Not since dad dared her to..." "James." she yelled causing the boy to laugh harder.

Lancelot smiled at the boy. "What did he dare her to do?" The boy smirked and opened his mouth. Hermione spoke very quickly and in another language. The boy turned red and nodded his head. Arthur looked confused at the woman. "My Lady what language was that?" "French." Arthur nodded.

"I still do not understand, how did she get here?" Gawain's wife Helena asked. "That was me." Merlin told them. "I preformed a ritual and she was the answer. She was pulled through time to be here." "Time?" Arthur asked. "Yes, a very long time." Hermione told them. He stared at her. "How long?" She looked to Merlin. "It is best not to think of it."

Arthur looked annoyed. Gwenavere spoke up. "Why her?" she asked curious. "Auntie is the best." the little girl told them. "I find it hard to believe you are the best." Bors told her loudly. "Bors, you would do well to start being nice to her. She is a very powerful witch. She is formidable as an opponent in the arena also."

"This little girl?" Bors taunted again. She raised an eyebrow at the taunt. "We could spar after the meal." She offered. Dag spoke up. "My Lady. Sir Bors is a great fighter. We have been at training since we children. We have been knights since we were 15."

"Sir Knight, Do not think you know my skill." She replied looking Dag over again. "Aunt Mya and Dad started fighting at 11." James told them. "Children still fight at 11, in your time?" Arthur asked concerned. "No, just us." She said quietly, looking down.

A/N: I hope you liked it. I know my writing is hard to read. I do try.