Chapter 2
For all chapters, the real disclaimer will only be in the first chapter.

Disclaimer: In a land of myth, and a time of magic, the destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a young man... but another young man accidentally disrupted the time stream and it all went insane.

Summary: Harry deals with landing in Camelot, and makes some friends as he tries to decide what in the world happened to him.

On with the story!
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Harry looked around the dark room, whispering "Lumos" so he could see clearly. The room was cluttered, full of potions and ingredients.
Suddenly, the door slammed open, and a tall, dark haired boy ran in, panting.

"Nox!" Harry whispered frantically, but it was no use. The boy had seen the light.

"What was that you just did?" He said carefully.

Keeping his cool in case he hadn't actually seen, Harry said calmly, "What? I hadn't done anything. Sorry, but to what are you referring?"

The boy smiled. "Oh, you're good. Gaius warned me about you. Maybe you can teach me? I'm Merlin, by the way."

"Hello Merlin, I'm Draco. That's funny, because I seem to be needing a teacher on something too." Harry motioned to where the glimmering ball was before, and recreated it silently.

Merlin stared at him for a moment, then his whole face lit up, and he lifted his hand.

A second ball of suspended flames joined the first, and chased Harry's. He quickly moved his away, and before they knew it they lights were dancing around the room, and they were laughing, falling on the bed as their lights winked out.

Merlin, who's face was just recently filled with laughter, sobered. "All enchantments and magic are illegal in Camelot. If you really want to learn magic, you should go somewhere where it's allowed."

Harry looked at Merlin, this insanely famous warlock, and tilted his head. "Well why are you here?"

Merlin slumped onto the side of the bed. "It's my destiny."

Harry nodded, "I hate destinies. There are prophecies and you're somehow supposed to know just how to do things to make them turn out right." Harry thought of the prophecy Professor Trewlany told, how the Rat had escaped right after.

Merlin nodded, "I've got a prophecy, too. Killagarah... He told me my prophecy

when I had just come to Camelot. And now, even though I'm Magic, I have to risk my neck for Arthur-" He stopped abruptly, probably realizing he was saying too much. "Merlin," Harry said calmingly, "You needn't worry about saying too much. Our situations are similar. You have the potential to use deadly blackmail on me, and I on you. I swear to you, I won't knowingly get in the way of your prophesy, as long as you help me with my magic. In fact, if I can stay long enough, I'll help you."
Merlin nodded, "I'll help you, Draco. I promise." At that, gold mist surrounded the two, sealing their deal. "What is that?" Merlin panicked.

"It is a magical oath, sworn between two powerful sorcerers. I hope you two know what your getting into." Gaius said from the hallway. "And Draco, I have explained to the King your... situation, and he has requested an audience when you are well enough. I suggest going now, for the King is not a patient man. Merlin, get him some proper clothing, and take him there?" He posed the end as a question.

Merlin nodded, motioning for Harry to follow him into a back room, which seemed to be Merlin's.

Harry realized he had gone to bed in only trousers, but they looked simple enough.
"Here." Merlin said, holding up a simple blue shirt.

"Thanks, Merlin."

The shirt was slightly scratchy, but Harry had dealt with much worse.
Merlin grinned, and walked out the door, "It's this way. And remember, address him as Sire, and don't do any magic..."

Merlin happily prattled to Harry as they walked down hallways towards the King. Harry wasn't able to pay much attention, he was worried about what could happen. If this guy was so against magic, he could already be in trouble for his arrival...

"Yes, Sire, it's how Gaius said. I have no idea where my Kingdom is in relation to here. Do you have a map, or something I could use?"

Uther, sitting comfortably on his throne, replied, "Of course, you can have access to our library, with my hopes that you find your home. In the meantime, consider yourself an honored Guest of Camelot, Lord Draco. Stay as long as you need."
Merlin grinned widely behind Arthur, catching Harry's eye. He grinned slightly back, bowing to Uther with a, "Thank you, Sire."

Uther nodded. "Anything you need, don't hesitate to ask. It is always good to meet another who fights against the evils of Magic. My son, Arthur's, manservant will show you to your rooms."

Harry muttered another, "Thank you, Sire," before leaving the chamber, in step with Merlin.

"So, LORD Draco," Merlin said jokingly, assuming correctly that he was not, in fact, a lord. "I'm sure Arthur will introduce himself to you, so I'll see you soon either way. But I have a... special book you can come read whenever you'd like."

Harry grinned. "I just hope I stop getting angry and destroying windows... might be a little suspicious."

Merlin nodded. "I did that a lot, back in my hometown, Ealdor. I always had all this excess energy, and I'd get angry for no reason until I used it. Eventually I learned to do something, like heat up a sword before I started a fire."

Harry nodded. "That makes a lot of sense. Thanks, Merlin, I think that'll help me a lot."

Harry flopped on the large bed, exhausted. He hadn't ever gone to bed, after all, and he didn't have the adrenaline that came with the possibility of being caught to keep him awake now.

He had himself set up well, here. He was an apparent Lord, he wasn't famous, he could learn from bloody Merlin himself how to control this different magic. He had to do that before he went back, anyway, or he wasn't sure he'd be able to go back at all.

It was surely this magic that sent him back here, but how? Why? These were questions he couldn't yet answer.

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The first time Harry met Arthur, Harry thought he was like an older Draco Malfoy. he was arrogant, blond and walked about the castle like he owned it... Hang on, he did own it. And that was where the similarities ended.

"Hello, Merlin, how are you?" Harry said happily, accidentally ignoring Arthur.
"Hey Draco! I'm great, actually. Only I've got to run errands for Gaius." He made a face, and Harry laughed.

"Oh, you must be Draco. I'm Arthur," The Prince cut in, holding his hand to Harry, looking a bit miffed at being ignored.

"Hello Prince Arthur! It's very good to meet you. I was hoping to run into you sometime soon." Harry said, shaking his hand.

Arthur smiled a bit more warmly. "Well, while my idiot of a manservant is gone," he looked secretly fondly at Merlin, "Would you fancy a spar on the training fields?"

Harry grimaced. "I'm afraid I was never properly instructed, though I have used a sword before."

Arthur turned slightly to Merlin, and they shared a private grin. "Well, you can't be worse than him." He said optimistically.

Harry slashed left, missing Arthur's sword by half an inch.

"Sorry." Harry muttered.

Arthur shook his head. "Don't apologize, Draco. You're doing quite well. You have good reflexes. What was your experience with swords?"

Harry fiddled hopelessly with his practice armor, thinking, 'I suppose Harry Hunting was good for something then.' not knowing how to alter the story, Harry simply said,

"There was a basilisk. I was the only one there to slay it. I was only twelve when it happened, but I did what I had to."

Arthur looked mildly impressed. "A basilisk? That's a magical creature! And to slay it at twelve? Draco, you don't give yourself nearly enough credit."

Harry grinned appreciatively. It felt... nice to be able to tell people this, for it to be a good thing, especially without parseltongue coming up. It felt nice to be recognized, without being famous. "Thanks, Arthur."

Harry sat down hesitantly next to the prince for dinner later that day, gaining confidence when Merlin nodded to him from behind Arthur.

He hated formal dinners. The Yule Ball was bad enough, than you. Although, he did get to meet someone new. There was a beautiful dark haired woman sitting across from Arthur, staring pointedly Not at him.

"Well, Draco, I do hope your stay has been good so far." Uther said with a sip of wine.

"Oh, it has been excellent. It's quite finer than what I'm accustomed to, on my fathers lands." Harry internally snorted. That was a bald-faced lie. While it was nicer, technically, Hogwarts had house-elves and loads of history, people and magic. This place was... Colder, somehow. He noticed the awkward silence and realized they were waiting for him to speak again. "It is unfortunate that I haven't found any reference to my home, in your maps. No one seems to have heard of Scotland." He tried taking a sip of wine himself, relieved when it was very watered down.

Arthur smiled to him, "I'm sure you'll find it eventually, Draco."
Harry nodded, looking unsure. (In fact, he had a pretty good idea where (or, more, when) he needed to go to get back, but it wasn't doing any harm stating here until he figured out the how, and he was having fun!)

"Well, you are always welcome here, until you can find your home. And after, feel free to visit. Camelot would happily host you."

Harry nodded gratefully. "Thank you for your kind invitation."

He looked across the table at the Lady sitting therewith an unreadable look on her face, as well as the darker-skinned girl standing behind her much like Merlin was standing behind Arthur. She must be the Lady's servant.

Uther noticed his glance and said, "Oh, Draco, I don't believe you've been introduced to my ward, The Lady Morgana."

Morgana inclined her head slightly and Harry half-bowed in his seat, muttering,

"Pleased to meet you, my Lady."

Harry collapsed on his bed. He hated formalities, and that was a test of both his lying and his patience.

Merlin followed him in, saying, "Arthur is worried that I'm forcing you to do your work yourself, and ordered me to come over here and 'At least clean his room or something, Merlin, we do want this man to feel welcome.'"
Merlin mimicked Arthur's voice.

Harry giggled (no, chuckled with a high pitch, he assured himself) "Trust me, Merlin, I'm quite used to getting along on my own. I think having someone help me might hinder me. You know," he wiggled his fingers, making gold points appear around them.

Merlin nodded, moving to subtly block the magic light from the doorway. "As long as your careful, I think it's brilliant. At least you don't have Gaius to reprimand you whenever you use magic to finish chores."

Harry grinned. "You're always welcome to come here, instead. That'll calm Arthur's fears, as well as let you practice magic."

Merlin nodded happily. He tilted his head, grinning. "I can teach you and we can practice on Arthur's armor!"

Harry laughed. "Now Merlin, don't expect me to do your job for you." he said in a mock - reprimand.

Harry was walking to the library (well, he was at one point, now he was lost.) "Hello, Lady Morgana, It's nice to meet you properly. I'm H- Draco." 'Idiot!' Harry thought to himself. 'You're sounding like a fool, and giving away your secrets.' He tried to keep his true emotions off his face, and smiled at Morgana.

"It's nice to meet you, Draco." Morgana said, smiling back.

Harry idly noted that, while Morgana was beautiful and everything, she was like Fleur - older, sought after, and not a possibility.

It was a bit easier to keep his cool once he realized that.

"How has your luck been in finding your home?" Morgana asked.

"Well," Harry joked, "It was going great, but I got lost on the way to the library."
Morgana's light laughter filled the hallway, and she smiled slightly down at him. "I'll help you find your way there."

Hours later, Harry was sitting in his room, trying to figure out the maps, he and

Morgana had found. At first it was for appearances' sake, but honestly found them confusing. He was still slightly grinning when Merlin walked in.

"So," he said, leaning an arm against Harry's bedpost, "My friend Gwen tells me that the Lady Morgana was quite taken with you, Draco."

"Really?" Harry abandoned his maps. "I just got lost on the way to the library for these" he held up two of the maps, "And we got talking. I don't know about taken."

Facing away from Harry, Merlin smiled knowingly, but didn't say anything.

"Draco, you have to turn your sword this way." Arthur showed him, twisting it so it caught the flat of his blade.

"Like this?" Harry attempted.

"No. Here," Arthur rubbed the back of his neck, "I'll get Sir Leon to teach it to you. He's the best at teaching this move."

Merlin, who had been following after Arthur, offered him a silly grin.
Harry sighed. It wasn't quite his idea of fun to get sword fighting lessons, but he figured when he got home me might be able to use the sword of Gryffindor for the third task, or something.

"Hello, Sir Leon, it's good to meet you." Harry smiled.

"And you, Lord Draco." He smiled at the short boy. "You ready?"

"Not really," Harry replied, grinning.

Harry groaned, tearing off the chain mail and throwing it on the ground. "Oww..." He fell onto his bed.

Merlin walked in with his familiar grin, saying sympathetically, "I remember wanting to do that when I first came to Camelot. Arthur always used me for practice."

Harry looked up at Merlin, sighing loudly. "I went to school, back in Scotland. But we never did anything like this."

"What was your school for?"

Harry sighed again. This could be complicated.

"Where I come from, life is very different, and I can't tell you about much of it. I can tell you that most of what I've told Uther is a lie, about how I got here, but you know that. When I was one, my mum did something that let me kill the dark Wizard, Tom Marvolo Riddle. But my friend, Hagrid, thinks he could still be out there, and frankly, I'd have to agree. If he is, they'd expect me to fight. The non-magic people there, they don't know that Magic exists. they think it's fairy tale. I'm enrolled to learn Wizardry, and have been since three and a half years ago."

Merlin nodded. But why would Draco ask for help from him? He was a young warlock himself, and hadn't learned in school or anything. At the thought of the school, his eyes lighting up. If he didn't have this destiny... "I know what you're thinking, and yes, it'd be brilliant for you to go there, but you can't. I know, it's not fair. Even if I can get myself back, the magic I learned is different. In fact, I'm called something different, there, too. Harry Potter. If they knew I was going by Draco, they might even be a bit disturbed. Of course, I can never see them again unless I can get a grip on my magic, and figure out why and how I turned up here. That's why I needed your help..."

"So, Harry, you've been playing around with different magics." Merlin said half an hour later. "And you think

"Draco, please, but yeah, only my magic went haywire, and I can't use it now, that's why I asked for your help."

Merlin nodded, "Maybe it would help to see how they differ, so can we try to use some of your magic?"

Arthur was somewhat disturbed, when he walked in to Lord Draco's rooms, looking for his manservant.

Draco and Merlin were laying on the floor, using Draco's comforter as a carpet. Whats more, they were both giggling.

From his spot in the doorway, he could see a very deformed wooden duck sitting between the two.

"Merlin! What in the world are you doing? You have work to do!" Arthur glared at

Harry, and only waiting long enough for Merlin to run to the door, sending a perturbed look to Harry.

For the next few days, Harry was trying to work on magic, but he was still having problems. The only magic he could do without fail was transporting things, and little else.

The only time he saw Merlin at all was when he came storming in to his chambers, customarily not knocking.

"Dra- Harry you won't believe this."

Harry shot him a look, and Merlin shook his head angrily, "Draco, then. I need your help. I don't know if you've found out, but Morgana? She's got magic. She knows she's got magic. She just set fire to the drapes in her room, and she's gone to Gaius for help."

Merlin paused for breath and Harry cut in, "So what's the problem? Gaius knows enough to help..."

"But he won't help her!" Merlin moaned, "And Killagarah won't let me help her. I was hoping... it's you or the Druids."

Harry looked carefully at him. He had been reading... "Nomadic magic-using Druids? The ones that Uther's set to kill?"

Merlin nodded. "I don't have many options here. It's just... I know you can help her. You're here, and she likes you! And she can come here or you can go to her rooms without anyone caring, because you both barely need to do anything on schedules. I know you're not used to this type of Magic yet, but-"

Harry shook his head, stopping Merlin's speech. "Stop worrying, Merlin. I'll help her, if it means that much to you."

Merlin grinned widely. "Oh, thank you! This is brilliant!" he ran a hand through his hair in glee.

Harry laughed. Sometimes, Merlin reminded him a bit of an older Colin Creevey, but he would never admit that that could be a good thing. "Well, I need to keep working on fixing my own magic, but we can work together then. When should I go?"

"She'll be okay for the moment, because she's talked to Gaius, but that was a temporary fix." Merlin said confidently. "When something else happens I'll tell you, or I'll send her over."

Harry nodded. He'd have at least half a day, then, before something happened. A free half-day.

A thought came to Harry, something so second nature he wanted to laugh. He had a half day, and all he wanted to do was go for a good fly. It was probably one of the few things he couldn't do at all in Camelot, both to keep secret and because he lacked a broom. Unless...

When Morgana knocked on Harry's door the next night, Harry was working on creating a broomstick. He had thought about the spells needed to use it, (Flying, featherweight, the response when one called 'up!')

He hadn't gotten far, and now he had to confront a distraught Morgana. Harry opened the door slowly, to see the taller girl about to knock frantically again.

"Morgana? What brings you here? Come in." Harry said, pretending not to know what had happened for her sake.

"Draco?" Morgana started worriedly. "I hate to intrude upon you like this. But I was talking to Merlin about something, and he said you could help."

AN: And thats the end of Chapter two!

Chapter Word Count: 3244

My friend mentioned to me that my Harry is a bit OOC. I apologize for that, I'm trying to bring out the 'Slytherin Harry.' I feel like he has the potential to be quite sneaky, and a good liar. (In the first book, he was quite good at taunting Dudley and tricking Peeves.) I think putting him in these situations makes that come out in him more.

Also, I found this chapter really choppy. I was trying to fix it, but there was really no way to get through this part of the story without it. Hopefully it'll be less choppy when I can actually follow a chapter.
If anyone notices a serious problem with my Merlin or my Harry Potter knowledge, feel free to point it out, I know I'm not always accurate.

Thanks for reading!

SH