Disclaimer: Harry Potter still not mine.

A/N: As promised a new chapter within a week of the last. Thanks to all those who reviewed and commented on the last chapter, they were for the most part very complimentary. I hope you all enjoy this latest chapter.

Warning: Mild Lemon toward the end of the chapter.

Chapter 28

A warm smiled softened the woman's face as she approached the bed that Harry lay upon. "Welcome Lord Potter, I have been most anxious to meet you." The woman spoke with an old English inflection. "But where are my manners?" She scolded herself. "Please forgive me my lord, allow me to introduce myself, I am… Morgana Le Fey." The woman stated and gave a slight curtsey.

Harry stared in disbelief at the woman who had just introduced herself and wondered what in the hell was going on. "I've got to be dreaming" Harry quietly spoke. "The stress must have finally broken me." He said shaking his head slowly from left to right as he stared at the dirt floor below his feet. A feminine giggle returned his attention to the woman that had just addressed him.

"You are quite sane milord, I am Morgana Le Fey and we are speaking to one another." The woman smiled amusedly at the utterly bewildered young man. Harry slowly sat up from the bed that he found himself on and faced the smiling witch.

"Okay…let me get this straight." Harry began, looking at the blonde witch and then the modest cottage that he found himself in. He leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees and holding his hands out in front of him clasped together. "You are the infamous and most feared witch in history…Morgana Le Fey?" The witch beamed at him with a predatory smile and nodded her head.

"And I'm sitting in this ancient looking cottage having a face to face chat with you?" Harry stated opening his hands up in a questioning gesture.

"Uh huh." The pretty blonde nodded again now sporting an amused smirk on her face.

Harry leaned back a bit placing the palms of his hands and rubbing the top of his thighs. "Yep..." Harry made a surrendering gesture with his arms. "…I've lost my mind." Harry stated resignedly. Before Morgana could answer Harry held up his hands to forestall her from speaking.

"So…" Harry began again. "…let's go with…the possibility that you are who you say you are and I am who I think I am. I am Hadrian James Potter aren't I?" Harry asked rhetorically but was answered none the less.

"Most assuredly milord, you are Lord Hadrian James Potter, head of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter. Husband and magical bond mate to Bellatrix Adien Potter-Black." Morgana replied with pride in her voice.

"Okay, so if your Morgana…can you tell me where we are? Or should I be asking when we are?" He looked at Morgana with an inquisitive raised eyebrow.

Morgana's smile widened with amusement. "You are where and when you have always been milord." Morgana gave him a coquettish smile. Harry must have looked completely lost because Morgana began to chuckle at the dark haired young man.

"Forgive me milord, I do not mean to make light of your question. Let me explain." Morgana began. "We…that is you and I are occupying the same space as it were. You called for me and I have responded to your call. I have in simple terms entered your mind and you have joined me…in your mind. Your body still remains in the last place you were when you called for me, but your consciousness is here with me." She stated and paused to give Harry a moment to digest what she had just told him.

"But…but how?" Harry asked.

"By means of my wand, milord." She stated. Harry made a confused look on his face which Morgana found endearing. "Did not the guardians of the Potter vault explain to you how your family came into possession of my wand and its purpose?" She asked. Harry began to recall his visit to the Potter Vault and his search for a replacement wand:

Flashback: "Maybe you should see if one of the wands here will work for you Harry." Narcissa offered as she was looking at all the old pureblood names and Ancient and Noble Houses that had married into the Potter line.

"I guess it couldn't hurt anything." Harry concluded

Harry began to run his hand over the various wands hoping that one would call to him. He had been at it for only about fifteen minutes when a wand literally jumped into his outstretched hand. The wand sent rushing warmth throughout Harry's body and then seemed to hum in his hand.

"Now that was unexpected!" Grandmother Boudicca said in a surprised voice.

"Why so grandmother? Harry asked.

"That wand belonged to Morgana Le Fey." The painted witch declared.

Bella and Narcissa looked at the wand with awe and reverence. "You mean to say that this wand actually belonged to THE Morgana Le Fey!" Bella gasped out trying not to hyper-ventilate.

"Yes dear, but legend and myth painted her in such an unflattering if not downright deceitful manner. She was not the dark witch that she was portrayed. She was very powerful and jealous wizards who envied her natural talent besmirched her name."

"So she wasn't a dark witch?" Narcissa asked

"No dear she was not dark, she was more…uhmm…gray with dark edges you might say." Boudicca chuckled. "But she was extremely powerful.

"So she was a Potter then?" Harry asked.

"Not exactly Harry dear. However she came to owe the House of Potter a life debt. You see she was ambushed by a group of wizards' intent on killing her, a claim to fame you might say to increase the prestige of their own house. She was gravely injured and apparated away from the scene.

She appeared near a forest stream bloodied and unconscious. A young wizard by the name of Gwain Artemis Potter came across her unmoving form and took her back to his home. He bound her wounds and nursed her back to health. Gwain fell in love with the beautiful witch and the two maintained a quiet affair for many years.

Morgana's magic recognized that a life debt had been formed between her and Gwain of House Potter. Years later Gwain sat next to her on the death bed of his lover. Not having fulfilled her life debt in this life she spoke an incantation and infused her magic and life force into her wand. She told Gwain that in a time of great need her wand would answer the call of the Potters and bind itself to the witch or wizard in need.

End Flashback.

"So…" Harry began slowly. "…you're in your wand but somehow entered my mind drawing my consciousness in as well. Have I got it so far?" Harry asked. Morgana nodded again and prompted him to continue.

"And the reason…I guess is because I asked for help and you had made an oath to protect my family?" Harry asked. "And all this is about you fulfilling that oath?"

Morgana nodded her head slightly side to side. "Yes and no, milord. It is true that I made a vow to satisfy the life debt that I owe House Potter. And I did infuse my magic and an echo of my consciousness into my wand that you now carry."

"That's horrible to be trapped in your wand like that, why would you do that to yourself? You have had to be there for over a thousand years or more." Harry stated aghast at the thought of being trapped like that.

Morgana smiled warmly at Harry. "Let me explain milord, I have not been trapped as you say in the wand for over a millennia. I am but an echo; my true consciousness departed this world when my physical self had died. And I only became…sentient you might say when your magic touched the wand. The magic I left in the wand recognized that you had a certain destiny to fulfill and understood that you would be the Potter heir that would need my help, the one that I would fulfill my life debt to." Morgana stated patiently.

"Okay, I guess I can believe that." Harry grimaced rubbing his head. "So why are we here then, why have you brought me here?"

"For two reasons milord. First I wanted to meet you and to introduce myself, and secondly to begin your training." Morgana stated standing up from her stool.

"My training?" Harry asked as the witch began to search through some old scrolls on a nearby table.

"Yes your Training milord. I must confess that I am a bit disappointed in you milord; you have not taken full advantage of your bond with milady and have not taken full advantage of my wand either. Well I can't fault you too much over the wand since you are not aware of all the possibilities that it offers. However the bond you have with your wife is an incredible gift that you have not used to its potential, but I will help you there." Morgana said in a motherly tone.

"Okay, let's get something settled right off. My name is Hadrian, not milord, or Harry if you like. I don't like making others feel subservient to me, I prefer an equal than a servant." Harry stated a little more forcefully than he intended.

"Very well…Harry." Morgana replied with a look of awe on her face. "Indeed times have changed but the Potter philosophy has remained." Morgana said wistfully.

"Oh, how so?" Harry asked.

"The Potters have always believed in the equality of all life both mundane and magical. It is why so many have flocked to their banner over the centuries. Don't misunderstand Harry; the Potters were a power to be reckoned with and were brutal to their enemies and merciless to those who would attack them. But they saw and believed in the sanctity of all life.

It's why Gwain 'dear Gwain' did not kill me or turn me over to those who sought my life. He healed me and treated me with such respect and tenderness is it any wonder why I fell in love with him. Being a most attractive wizard didn't hurt either." Morgana chuckled. "And it seems the Potter good looks didn't pass you up either Harry." Morgana winked causing him to blush a bit.

"If you loved my ancestor so much why did you not marry?" Harry asked interestedly.

Morgana sat back down and took a deep breath letting it out slowly. "That's a long story Harry. It has been one of my biggest regrets, but I felt that it was not in his best interest that we wed. And he did ask and I desperately wanted to say yes."

"Then why didn't you?" Harry asked his face scrunched up in confusion.

Morgana stilled and appeared to be in deep thought before she slowly began to explain. "Harry…it was a time of great turmoil in our world." She began. "There was no united magical realm, witches and wizards were constantly after one another trying to gain more knowledge from those who possessed it. Killing for it if need be. Some families joined with others for protection and magic was shared within those families or clans.

The Potters were amongst those seen as possessing great knowledge and were constantly at war with other clans. Many clans joined the Potters and others were overthrown by the Potters and their families and magic were absorbed into the clan. As I told you before, the Potters did not seek violence or to overthrow others but it did defend itself and destroyed those who posed a threat to them.

I was the last of my clan; we had been wiped out by rival families. I was known to be the most powerful of my family and the guardian of its magic. My many battles with Merlin became legendary, he did not take to losing to a woman very well and had convinced others that I was dealing in the blackest of magics and this was how I had managed to defeat him so often.

So a bounty was set on my head so high that even one time friends began to hunt me. It was on such an occasion that I went to take refuge with former allies of my family. But I was betrayed and as I attempted to escape I was severely wounded, barely conscious I managed to apparate away. That is when the love of my life appeared and rescued me.

I know in your world Harry, Merlin is revered as this deity of good and light. But in my time he was just another power hungry wizard, a powerful one yes, but just another warlord trying to gather power and prestige to himself. Oh he supported the Mundane King, King Arthur, but it was not for the glory of Arthur or England but for himself that Merlin allied himself with the man.

You see Harry it is the victors that write history not the defeated. So Gwain Potter, the youngest son of the Lord of House Potter saved my life. He had a gentle manner about him, and had a true gift for healing. I was unable to take care of myself for several months; you see I had been struck by several dark curses during my flight. But Gwain never left my side. He fed me, bathed me, and would read poetry to me that he had written himself. We would talk for hours over the most inconsequential things…and he made me laugh. I had never met a man magical or otherwise quite like him." Morgana sighed wistfully.

"He never asked or expected anything in return for the care he had given me. It was quite the shock months later that I realized that he was falling in love with me, but what was more a shock was that I had fallen in love with him. I had spent nearly a year with him and thought that maybe we could make a life together. But then I was discovered again and had to flee." Morgana's eyes took on a distant and mournful look.

"Who found you?" Harry asked still hanging on her every word.

"Merlin." She sighed heavily. "To this day I don't know how he found me. An awful battle took place and Gwain and I barely held Merlin and his kinsmen off. Merlin was never going to let me have any peace, he wanted me and my family's magic desperately and would never give up. In the end I made the painful decision that for Gwain's safety I needed to leave. I would spend the rest of my life on the run and Gwain deserved a better life than to be on the run with me.

I know I hurt Gwain immensely it was breaking my heart as well, but I could not bear the thought of being the cause of his unhappiness or…or death. So I left knowing that I was leaving the one man that I had ever loved." Tears began to flow down Morgana's cheeks as she spoke, the pain was obvious even for Harry to see.

"But the…the guardians in the Potter Vault said that you were lovers throughout your life. Was that not the case?" Harry asked softly. Morgana looked up at him through watery eyes.

"It was two years later, not one day would pass without my thoughts turning to Gwain, and my heart ached to hear his voice to have his arms around me, and to feel his…l-lips on mine." Morgana stuttered recalling the memory.

"I had to see him; it was an all consuming thought that burned in my mind. So with great trepidation and no small bit of anxiety I made my way back to his forest cottage in hopes that he would be there. But when I arrived the cottage had been burned to the ground. Merlin and his kinsmen had burned it to the ground. I had learned later that Gwain had refused to give them any information about my whereabouts, not that he knew where I had gone.

So they razed the cottage in retaliation. I believed at the time that Gwain had been most likely killed because of his refusal to give me up. So I was walking through the rubble of this very cottage you find yourself in Harry." Morgana gave a small smile looking around the small home. "Anyway, I was almost beside myself with grief when I heard a faint voice call out my name. My first instinct was to flee, but the voice although distant was familiar.

I turned toward the sound of the voice and saw a figure coming out of the tree line…it was Gwain! We ran toward each other and when I was close enough I launched myself into his arms. Sobbing uncontrollably I clutched onto him as if my life depended on staying connected to him. I learned that he would come back to the cottage everyday in hopes that I would return. When I asked him how he survived he told me that Merlin did not want a confrontation with the Potters and to kill a son of that house was to invite a blood feud and Merlin did not want to be on the bad side of the Potters.

Gwain took me to another cottage he had built not too far from the one that had been destroyed. We made love for three straight days. He had incredible stamina!" Morgana smiled lustily. "I wonder if that is a hereditary trait?" Morgana smiled lasciviously at Harry before giggling at Harry's look of embarrassment.

I stayed with him for a few months before I felt it was time to leave again. Nothing had really changed, Merlin was still after me and although Merlin was afraid of the Potters I still feared for Gwain's safety. So for the next fifty years I would visit Gwain at least twice a year and I would usually stay for a month or two before I would leave and plant false trails for Merlin to follow again.

It finally happened, after fifty years on the run that Merlin finally caught up to me, well one of his kinswomen. I was eating at an Inn owned by said kinswoman, although I did not know this at the time, when I suddenly felt very ill, I had been poisoned by a slow moving poison. Merlin was contacted but once again I managed to escape before he arrived…but the damage had already been done.

I managed to get back to Gwain, but I was already passed even his ability to save me, but I was happy that my last moments of mortality were to be with him. I spent one last night being held tightly in his arms and feeling my lovers warm breath on my body. I had enough strength the next morning to perform one last ritual in which I infused my wand with my magic and an echo or a copy of my consciousness.

It was my final act of love and devotion to the man who owned my very soul. The wand would lay dormant over the centuries until a Potter had real need of it and so that initial debt of love, not a life debt Harry, would be repaid." Morgana stood and walked to the window and looked out over an ancient landscape that no longer existed. Her shoulders shook with the quiet sobs that she could no longer control.

Harry stood and solemnly walked toward her and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Thank you for sharing that with me, I…I'm honored to know the real you and not the dark witch of legend. I feel somehow…unworthy of such a gift as you have given me. I don't think I'm…"

Morgana spun around placing her small hand over Harry's mouth stopping him from continuing his self deprecation. "You are worthy Harry! I sense in you the same heart that beat in my Gwain. You are and honorable and noble young man Harry and the task set before you is a terrible one and if there is anything I can do to help you have your happy ever after with the woman you love then I can ask for no greater or nobler cause than to aid you." Morgan stated cupping his face in her hands and kissing his forehead.

"You would have been a wonderful mother Morgana, you seem to have a mother's touch." Harry said fondly.

"But I was a mother Harry, and although I was not always around I did my best when I was." Morgana said remorsefully.

"But I thought…that is the guardians told me…come to think of it they made no statement one way or another." Harry stated his face scrunched up trying to remember what if anything the guardians had said about children.

"Gwain and I had four children Harry, only two survived into adulthood a son by the name of Gearoid and a daughter by the name of Cassiopeia. An interesting tidbit on Cassiopeia is that all her descendants were named for constellations. Some four hundred years later her great great great grandson Sirius Erastus Black would be the first in a long line of Lord Black's for the House of Black." Morgana smiled a most mischievous smile as she watched that information sink into Harry's mind.

Harry stood stupefied at what Morgana had just revealed. "So Bella is your…"

"Oh too many greats to mention granddaughter, yes Harry." Harry looked stunned but thought how excited Bella would be to hear that she was a descendant of Morgana Le Fey.

"Oh you shouldn't be too stunned Harry, if you looked closely at the Potter pedigree you will find no less than thirty women from the Black line that have married into the Potter family and vice-versa. And I know you've only met a few Blacks, but have you noticed anything familiar between the two Houses." Morgana smirked knowingly.

"I'm not sure, Bella and I have the same dark black hair, but beyond that I don't know." Harry admitted.

"The Blacks and Potters share much of the same blood and have intermarried for generations; even physically the Blacks and Potters have the same genetic features such as hair and eye color, aristocratic features. I suspect that my bond of love to Gwain has been passed down through my daughter to generations of Black women, even your grandmother Harry was a Black. But I do not know for certain, but it is quite the coincidence don't you think." Morgana smiled playfully. Harry could only nod and chuckle.

"Well now that we have covered a bit of history let us focus on the present, shall we?" Morgana asked the dark haired young man, eager to change the topic from her past.

"Um sure…but can I ask how it is that you know so much about modern events? I mean if you only became what was it you called it…sentient when your wand chose me and that has been fairly recent."

"Very astute of you Harry. The simplest way to explain it is that, since we came to be together as it were, I have had access to your thoughts and memories and by means of the bond you share with Bella I've had access to hers as well. My wand has bonded to you Harry, therefore there is a very real connection between you and I and this bond allows us to work harmoniously together. You may have noticed how much easier it is for you to cast spells silently and without wand movement, although some of that can be contributed to your lovely wife some of it comes from me as well."

"So the wand is controlling my actions then?" Harry asked a little disturbed.

"No, no not at all Harry. You see the knowledge of how to do these things has been passed to you through the bonds; it has become a part of your abilities now, it's just floating in your subconscious until you call upon it. And if I might add here you have barely scratched the surface of what the bond can do for you and for Bella for that matter." Morgana clarified.

"So what else can the bond do for us?" Harry asked his curiosity peaked.

"You have already discovered that you can sense each others feelings, and can converse mentally with each other. But you may not know that you can also share each others unique magical gifts and abilities. Your ability to speak parcel tongue for instance, Bella will be able to speak it as well, and her animagus ability, will also be yours. The most important ability of all is your ability to combine your magical power. It will increase the power of your spells by ten fold. There are other advantages as well and you will become aware of those as you allow yourselves to be completely open to each other."

"But we are open to each other. I don't keep anything from her." Harry argued.

"Not keeping things from her and being completely open to her Harry are two different things."

"But when we bonded…we saw each others past and relived each others experiences. Nothing was hidden."

"Very true Harry, very true. But what I'm referring to is opening up your soul and magic completely to each other. At the moment each of you share half of the other, what I'm saying is that you must completely merge together as one to reach your potential." Morgana stated matter-of-factly.

"I don't understand." Harry began. "It was only through the ritual that Narcissa performed that we merged to the point we are now." Harry explained.

"No Harry. The ritual that Narcissa performed merely opened the possibility for your souls and magic to merge, it did not cause it. Your love for one another is what caused the merge. But you and Bella still have the ability to complete the bonding and become something far greater than what any witch or wizard has ever become before." Morgana said with a hint of awe in her voice.

"So do we become one person then?" Harry asked completely confused.

Morgana chuckled. "Yes and no Harry. You become one in the sense that your lives and destiny's are one, your magic and hers will become one never to be undone, your soul and hers will become one never to be separated. Your love becomes one, eternal and never ending."

"Whoa…that's heavy!" Harry exclaimed. "So how do we accomplish this?" Harry asked sincerely.

"Ah, well that is something you and Bella will have to discover for yourselves." Morgana smirked playfully.

"Hmph!" Harry snorted. "Knew there would be a catch." He chuckled shaking his head.

"Now let's talk about these two dark lords who are after you and how we can deal with them. Are you ready to get medieval on some wizard butt? " Morgana stated rubbing her hands together, allowing an evil grin to spread across her face.

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Harry woke with a start as he found himself back in the dungeons, he was sure that Bella and the others would be frantic with worry. He had been with Morgana for hours and it had to be near to midnight. Harry scrambled back up the ladder and opened up the trap door at the top. Harry snapped his eyes shut as a painful burst of sunlight assaulted his dilated pupils.

'It's light out side! I couldn't have been gone that long?' Harry thought to himself. Harry looked down at his watch and saw that it was a quarter past six in the evening. 'That's impossible I went down to the dungeons at six p.m. If the date on my watch is correct its still the same day.'

Harry entered through the back door of the manor that lead into the kitchen and saw the house elves busy adding the finishing touches to dinner. He was quickly ushered out and told dinner would be ready soon. Harry made his way up to his bedroom sensing that Bella was there. Harry opened the bedroom door and entered.

Bella was in one of the oversized comfy chairs curled up reading a book. The light from the window softly illuminated Bella's beautiful face. Her long dark haired hung in loose waves over her right shoulder, her petite bare feet half-way tucked underneath her. She was wearing one of his button-up dress shirts that he always found her to look utterly sexy in. The shirt was unbuttoned just low enough for Harry to see a hint of her perfect milky white breasts that lay beneath it.

In an instant he knew what it was that he and Bella needed to do to complete their bond, truly making themselves one. He slowly approached her and then knelt down in front of her chair and rested his hands on her exposed knee. She looked over her book to see her husband looking at her with such love in his eyes that it momentarily took her breath away. She closed her book and set it on the nightstand next to the chair.

Harry rose up on his knees and tenderly captured Bella's lips with his own. He fully opened up the bond to her and allowed the full force of his love to flow through. Bella froze as her body felt a level of bliss it had never felt before a level she never imagined even existed before. Something in Harry had changed, she was feeling every little emotional nuance, she saw herself as Harry saw her and it was beyond humbling, the word love didn't even begin to describe the depth of feeling Harry had for her. The intensity of it brought her to tears.

Harry scooped her up from the chair and gently laid her on their bed. The look in his eyes was enough to know what he wanted to do, but with the emotions he was sending her she knew that there was something much deeper that was about to happen than just making love. Opening her own bond up to him completely, understanding filled her being. She was all at once terrified and euphoric as she mentally and spiritual prepared herself for what they were about to do and what they were about to become.

Harry deepened his kiss as he gently lay on top of his love; her arms snaked around his neck pulling him closer to her. Unsure how it happened she found them both divested of their clothing as warm flesh pressed against warm flesh. Her hard erect nipples pressed deliciously into his strong chest and her legs wrapped around his lower back bringing their mutually excited sexes together in idyllic union.

Passion flared as their tongues battled for dominance. Bella had always been the dominant one in the bedroom, never allowing herself to be in a submissive position. But now she found herself for the first time completely opening herself up to Harry, allowing all her insecurities and vulnerabilities to be laid bare before him.

She gasped as incredible warmth lovingly entered her womanhood touching every erotic nerve within her wet walls. Her fingernails dug deep into his shoulders as his rhythmic thrusts slowly drove her to maddening levels of pleasure but they were slow enough to keep her from reaching absolute nirvana.

Their bond completely open added to the intensity as new levels of empathy were opened to them and a clarity of oneness was revealed.

Bella was quickly being overcome with the intensity of their love making, her heals dug hard into Harry's toned arse as she tried to force him in deeper and faster. Both of their bodies glistened with sweat as there coupling reached a frenzied pace with Harry thrusting deep into her waiting womb. Bella tightened around Harry's manhood has her body began its ascent into blissful orgasm. Harry sensing her impending orgasm thrust that much harder and faster bringing himself to the edge of euphoria.

Bella was first as a scream of ecstasy burst from her lips followed a split second later by Harry collapsing on top of her filling her womb with his seed. Harry turned onto his side bringing Bella with him, Bella refusing to allow him to slip out of her. She snuggled deep into him and he was more than willing to wrap her up in his arms.

What happened next caught both lovers off guard as complete awareness was thrust upon them, their minds became one. Every thought, every memory, every hope and every desire of their mate was opened to the other. Harry and Bella suddenly clutched each other in agony as their magical cores flared between them, magical eddies of power flowed unhindered between them as their individual cores became the twin of the other, a combination of both cores becoming as one.

As the pain receded and the two were finally able to take a calming breath a golden aura sprang to life around them. What sounded like a heavenly choir echoed around them and their very souls seemed to call out for the other. There was no pain, no discomfort but an almost an immediate feeling of wholeness as Harry and Bella truly became soul bound. Never would one be without the other again they would live and die together as one, and they couldn't be happier.

Unbeknownst to the newly bound couple a spark of life asserted itself deep in Bella's womb, a spark of life that would change their lives in wonderful ways.

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A/N: Again thanks for taking an interest in my little story. I hope you find it in your hearts to give this chapter a review and let me know what you think.