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Chapter IV
–Re-Encounter–
Tuesday, 4 September 1973
HJP’s POV
Harry glanced at the book title. Magic Signature, what is Light, Grey and Dark?
“Young Master Harry King Sir protect Dobby should?”
“Hmm?”
“Professor Dark Lord.”
“He’s in love with me.”
Dobby’s eyes grew.
“Young Master Harry King Sir be…?”
“No… not yet anyway. While in school Voldemort did a curse on himself… we are stuck with each other.”
Dobby nodded worried.
“Good at hiding bodies Dobby is.”
Harry’s eyes grew and chocked down a laugh, both at picturing Dobby killing Voldemort and at the idea that Mr Malfoy had made Dobby…
“I’ll let you know if I change ideas.”
Dobby nodded and walked Harry all the way to the Slytherin House, once inside he pointed out a brunette teenager with green brown eyes, sitting by herself.
“Miss Nott?” the girl looked back with a raised eyebrow. “Professor Riddle told me to befriend you as you’d save me within the Slytherin House.”
The girl glanced back and then signalled to the chair by her side.
“Serenity Martina Nott.”
“Harry Morgan King.”
“Any reason for Riddle to take you, a Gryffindor, under his arm and send you into the Slytherin’s den?”
“Most likely because I’m half-Slytherin.”
Serenity smiled back, before returning to her homework. Harry opened his book and started to read.
“Wha’ ya think ya’re doin’ he’e, ya oversized furball?”
Harry picked a parchment from his shoulder-bag, alongside a quill and black ink bottle and started taking notes. Knowing Voldemort; he’d have to do some kind of lengthily essay later on it.
“Hum hum.”
Harry frowned and glanced up, only to find a seventeen-year-old female with a toad-like face in a pink robe looking right back at him.
“Do you need a cough drop or something?” he wondered.
The girl’s eyes narrowed and Harry noticed the also seventeen-year-old male with her.
“Wha’re ya doin’ he’e, Furball?”
Harry tilted his head to the side.
“Sorry, I don’t speak troll.”
The male growled and took out his wand.
“Ya filthy mudblood…”
Harry grabbed his wand under the table, but he never got to use it. To his surprise, Serenity got up with her own wand in hand.
“You two are boring me, you know? I don’t like being bored… let’s play.”
To Harry’s disgust the male teenager started salivating and his eyes grew dark. Someone had a crush…
“Yes, Se’inity, le’s teach this G’yffindo’ togethe’.”
“Actually, Professor Riddle himself sent him to the Slytherin House.” Harry watches as all the rest of the house stepped back from Serenity’s sight. As if… afraid? “So, Umbridge and Vincent… you just messed with the wrong Gryffindor turned Slytherin.”
“Slytherin…?” the female, Umbridge Harry suspected was her name, asked.
Serenity grinned and Harry frowned.
“Indeed.” Serenity pointed her wand at Umbridge. “Let’s start with you, Miss Umbridge, shall we? Verto Bufo!”
Harry’s eyes grew as right there before everyone, Umbridge turned into a toad, not any toad, no, but a bloody pink one!
“Se’enity! All this fo’ a f’eak?”
Serenity turned towards Vincent and grinned.
“But of course.”
“When ya wed me ya’re so no’…”
“Abscindere genitalium!” Serenity hissed, suddenly very angry.
A scream followed and then Harry heard something fall, followed by a drip-drip like sound. All male Slytherins moved their hands low protecting their body parts from the ‘crazy’ witch.
“Serenity?” Harry asked uncertain, wondering if he was really safe with her as Voldemort had said he’d be.
“I’m so never wedding this excuse of a wizard. What were my family thinking?”
Hesitantly, Harry stood. He picked pink toad Umbridge from the floor and pushed the older teen with him to the fireplace.
“DADA’s office.”
The three left and Vincent curled himself into a foetal position on the floor in pain.
“What did Tom do?” Mr Emrys asked, entering through the front door.
“Where’s Professor Riddle?”
“I’m here.” Voldemort replied, following Emrys just as the fireplace flashed green and Serenity followed Harry. “Miss Nott?”
“They insulted Harry.” She retorted. “Vincent only got it worse when he threatened to make me a ‘perfect’ house wife.”
Voldemort glanced at Emrys who was looking at the teenager on the floor.
“He didn’t consider himself man enough with you so you took his manhood away?”
“Yes.” Serenity agreed all too happily.
–Who is she? Your bastard daughter?– Harry wondered worriedly.
Voldemort laughed, only to receive a glare from Emrys - to Harry’s amusement.
–Just someone I know that can keep an eye out on you. She’s her father’s daughter after all.– “Can you… reattach his manhood?”
“Even if I could’ve by any chance… he lost too much blood already. His brain has already started to feel the repercussions.”
“Are you suggesting that he’s brain dead?” Voldemort asked.
“Yes.”
Voldemort hummed and took out his wand.
–Harry, look away.– Voldemort ordered and, when Harry obeyed, he noticed he still had toad Umbridge on his hands. “Avada Kedavra!”
A green light glow in the room and the whimpering stopped. Harry took a hand to his forehead scar. It was strange how Voldemort didn’t even vacillate. Then again, Harry had seen Arthur kill a Dementor before… but that was a magical creature… it was different… right?
“I didn’t see you as a toad person, Mr King.” Harry glanced at Emrys, looking at the toad on Harry’s arms, which made Serenity laugh. “Why is it pink, I wonder?”
“It’s not Harry’s.” Serenity argued. She approached and picked Umbridge. “It’s a gift, Sir, for you.” And she gave Voldemort the toad.
Voldemort raised an eyebrow, looking at the toad and then at Harry.
–Something I should know?–
–That’s… Umbridge. She and Vincent called me furball and mudblood, between others. Vincent even attempted at attacking me.– Harry answered indecisive if he should’ve, only to find Serenity look at him with whole new eyes. “Bitten by Basilisk.” He argued.
“How did you survive?”
“Fawkes. Headmaster’s Phoenix.”
Serenity nodded.
“Miss Nott, take Mr King back to the Slytherin common room. And no more maiming your classmates.” Emrys ordered.
Harry had a feeling that Serenity was not even going to attempt to follow the order.
–PB–
LV’s POV
“Do I want to know?” Merlin asked as Voldemort looked at the pink toad.
“Most likely not.” Voldemort argued and shaped Vincent Goyle on the floor into another toad. “Can you fill in the report of two disappearances?” he asked with a sweet smile to his godfather.
Merlin’s eyes grew and looked at the pink toad and then towards Voldemort.
“What did they do to deserve such predicament?”
“Insulted and attempted to attack Harry King.”
“Who saw you and who sees.” Merlin whispered as Umbridge the toad shivered. “Does he know?”
“I told him. Speaking of that; I want you to do a full check-up on Lily Evans.”
“She’s not abused by her Muggles.”
“I know, but she’s Harry’s biological mother and I promised Harry to fully care for his parents this time around.”
Merlin glanced back, surprised.
“Time-travel?”
“Apparently.”
Merlin nodded.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
–PB–
Thursday, 20 December 1973
HJP’s POV
Harry smiled at Arthur when he finally arrived Hogsmead and the older man was waiting, looking out of place by the side of the train station.
“Serenity, that’s Arthur King and his unique dressing style.”
Serenity snorted as they noticed Arthur had dressed his shirt the wrong way around. Arthur smiled when he saw them and approached at once.
“Hey, Morgan.”
“Father, this is Serenity Nott.”
Arthur bowed and picked Serenity’s hand only to kiss the back of it.
“It’s a pleasure to be your acquaintance, Miss Lady.”
Harry rolled his eyes at Arthur’s gentlemanliness.
“Don’t embarrass me, Father.”
“Unlike children this age, I was taught chivalry.” Arthur argued.
“Why be a gentleman to someone who can kick your butt?”
“Your mother and aunt could kick my butt and I always was a gentleman to them.” Arthur retorted as he escorted them to their house and Harry wondered how a man like Arthur could say butt with a straight face… Harry tensed and turned towards Arthur. They didn’t mention Arthur’s past; it was like an unspoken law. “We’ll here.” Arthur added.
They entered and Harry glanced at the entrance, before turning towards Arthur.
“Take out that shirt.”
“Why?” Arthur wondered, looking down at his shirt. “It’s matching…”
“It’s the wrong way.”
Arthur hummed and took it out, letting Harry help him redress. When he was done, he turned towards Serenity whom was looking around the room.
“It’s cute.”
Harry rolled his eyes and pulled her upstairs with him towards his room.
“It’s not a Manor, but…”
Serenity smiled back.
“It’s perfect. Love the view.”
Harry grinned, approaching her on the small window to the castle.
“Reason why I love the room so much. Father thinks I spend too much time up here.”
“You most likely do.” She agreed, which made Harry stuck his tongue at her as a reply. “Are you certain your father doesn’t mind me speaking the winter over?”
“I don’t!” they heard from the kitchen under them.
Harry snorted as Serenity chuckled.
“Toilet?”
“Come.” They descended the stairs to the kitchen, where Arthur was drinking a Butterbeer, to the living room and back to the backyard. In there by the duelling private camp was a small cabin. Harry opened the door to show the makeshift toilet. “It has hot water.” He put it.
Serenity laughed.
“I take it there wasn’t always hot water?”
“Nope. I had to keep pestering father.”
Serenity nodded and they returned inside.
“Want to have lunch at Hogshead?” Arthur asked. “Ab makes a great stew.”
“Let me get out of the school robes.” Serenity argued and climbed to Harry’s room by herself.
“She looks nice.” Arthur put in.
“She is.” Harry agreed.
“Girlfriend nice?” Arthur added.
Harry went deep red.
“No…” he glanced to the kitchen to make certain she didn’t hear Arthur – she’d never let him leave it down! “Sister nice.”
“Why just sister?”
Harry put his head in his hands. It’s not like he could tell Arthur about Voldemort’s curse, now was it?
“Wrong… gender.”
“Oh? Oh! ‘Kay then. Is it ‘acceptable’ in the Magical World?”
“Yes.” Both turned to see Serenity return with a smile and a nice green robe on.
“It is completely acceptable. I take it, it isn’t in the Muggle World?”
“No, it’s not.” Harry agreed. “You look nice.”
“What Morgan means is; you look astonishing, Miss Lady.”
Serenity smiled.
“Thank you, Mr King.”
“Unlike my son here, I know beauty when I see it.”
Harry went deep red as Serenity smirked.
“I’m so going to regret introducing you two.” He whispered, which only made the girl send him one of her poker grins.
Harry rolled his eyes and they left, heading to the Hogshead.
“So, Miss Nott, any boys in my son’s life I should be eerily about?”
“Boys? No, I keep any unwanted and wanted attention at bay.” Serenity replied while Harry rolled his eyes. “No one touches my baby brother without my permission.”
“I’m older than you.” Harry argued.
“Not mentally.” Serenity retorted. “You act like a toddler most of the time. It’s a wonder that the hat wants to put you in Slytherin.”
Harry stuck his tongue at Serenity, who stuck hers back. Serenity was nice. Sure she was the complete opposite from Ron and Hermione, but… he missed them and it was refreshing that she was nothing alike since Voldemort had been unable to bring them to the past.
They entered the inn and the teens went to the nearest table.
“Gwaine?” Arthur asked, uncertain.
“Arthur!” Harry turned as a man smiled at Arthur. “So good to see you, Sire.”
“You know this man, Mr King?” Ab asked, apprehensively.
Arthur frowned and looked between the innkeeper and the man, Gwaine.
“How much does he owe?” he finally asked with a ‘not again’ look.
“50 galleons. Just the past hour.”
Harry’s mouth fell open while Arthur just sighed with a roll of eyes.
“You are unbelievable, Gwaine… Put it on my tab, Ab.”
“Will do, Sir.”
Arthur grabbed the man, Gwaine, by the back of the neck and manhandled him towards the table, pushing him down into a chair.
“How are you alive?”
“No idea. One day I just was.”
Arthur rolled his eyes, yet again.
“Children, this is my wayward friend of sorts Gwaine. Gwaine, my son Morgan and his friend Serenity.”
“Mademoiselle.”
Harry rolled his eyes.
“Yep. Definitely Father’s friend.” He grumbled to Serenity who grinned back.
–PB–
KAP’s POV
Arthur glanced at Morgan on his bed and Miss Nott on the makeshift bed that Dobby had made for her, and then descended the stairs, going to his room where Gwaine was.
“So… Morgan is…?”
“Not my biological son. I died. Was… reborn half a year ago and met Morgan. He looks a lot like a male version of Morgana and is also magical… I won’t do to him what I did with Morgan and Mordred.”
“Why not, Sire?”
“Merlin showed me that he had magic just before I died.”
Gwaine hummed.
“Any idea why we’re here?”
“None.”
“Your instinct tells you to protect the laddie?”
“I know it sounds strange, principally considering our past with magic…”
“Hey. If Merlin was magical, who am I to point fingers? Just as long as he doesn’t kill me like his namesake did, to me it’s all right.”
Arthur smiled and Dobby popped in, setting a mattress on the floor before the fireplace.
“Hope you don’t mind the floor.” He put in with a smirk, just for the other to glare back. Both knowing it was payback for the drinking at Ab.
“We’ve slept in worse places, Princess.” Gwaine argued, only to get a glare back from Arthur. “So… we need to keep past secret.”
“For the most part, yes.”
Gwaine nodded.
“What about the others… Merlin?”
“Just you and me… there’s no sign of others.”
Gwaine lowered his head sadly.
–PB–
HJP’s POV
Harry stood slowly, climbed down the stairs and slowly walked towards the front door, put on his boots and left. What was this calling him?
“Going somewhere, Laddie?”
Harry jumped and turned, only to see Gwaine jump to the floor as Harry’s magic reacted in instinct. Harry’s eyes grew.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” he pleaded as the Muggle stood from the snowy road.
“Don’t worry. Now… why are you out here?”
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“With a beautiful sharing your room? No wonder.” Harry glared at Gwaine. “I’m sleeping on the floor by the fire.” Gwaine added as explanation for him to be out the house as well. “Your father’s punishment.”
Harry snorted, feeling pity for the Muggle now.
“In two weeks me and Serenity will return to school. You’ll be able to move towards my room then.”
Gwaine nodded with a smile and then glanced at the road they were taking that lead out the village.
“Should’ve I brought Arthur’s sword along?”
Harry showed his two wand-holsters on each arm.
“Father made me get two wands and respective holsters. I only take them off to bath.”
“Oh well. Whatever’s calling your magic here I’m certain I can fight it with my bare hands.”
The two frowned when they actually left the village and kept down the road. Gwaine didn’t ask questions, which Harry was thankful for since he had no idea what he was doing.
“Hush, you two. Someone is coming!”
Harry glanced at Gwaine who made a quiet move and then a signal for Harry to go one-way and he the other – never Harry was so happy to pay attention in Arthur’s classes… Harry nodded and walked slowly, using Arthur’s training not to make any noise, around the trio (maybe more?).
“Are you certain?” “I don’t hear anything.”
“That’s because you two don’t shut up!”
“Actually, even if they would’ve shut up, you’d still have issues listening.” Arthur’s voice argued louder than the ‘whispering’ voices. Harry hurried on his walking, what was Arthur doing here? Did Harry awake the whole house with his outing? “What are you doing here in the forest at this time of the night? Mid-winter no less.”
“It’s complicated.” A voice argued louder than before and it made Harry gasp as he now recognised it…
He run towards the hiding group, only to find Hermione, the twins and a blondie girl he didn’t recognise.
“Guys!” Harry run towards them and took out his outing robe, pulling it over the freezing blond girl.
“Harry.”
“Your friends?” Arthur asked, putting his sword back on his holster.
What? He intended on attacking a group of teenagers with his sword? Harry would’ve have to have a talk with him!
“Yes, Sir. From my time.” Harry agreed while glaring at the sword.
Arthur limited to raise an eyebrow back in a ‘did you expect me to come unprotected?’. He then took out his jacket, Gwaine by his side doing the same and pulling it over the shivering teenagers.
“Must’ve been sent to this time same way I did.” Gwaine whispered towards Arthur.
Arthur nodded, only for Hermione to cough.
“They need a physician.” Arthur put in, as he pulled Hermione to his back and Gwaine picked the blondie. “Morgan, run towards the school. See if anyone can help.”
Harry nodded and fled to Hogshead where he entered the floo. As soon as he stood from falling on the office’s floor, he found Voldemort entering the office in nothing but a night robe to hid his naked body.
“It’s late, Harry.”
“Found Hermione, the twins and a girl. They’re sick.”
Voldemort frowned and nodded.
“Let me change.” Harry nodded. “Go to my godfather, ask him for a cold kit.” Harry turned to re-enter the fireplace. “And Harry?” the teen stopped and looked back with a raised eyebrow. “Nice PJs.”
Harry glanced down, only to blush deep red as he remembered that he’d given his outer robe away…
–PB–
Harry returned with Voldemort, only to find Serenity had shared her clothes with Hermione and the blondie. He sent her a thankful look, to which she nodded.
“Professor Riddle.” Arthur nodded at Voldemort as Dobby shared the few blankets they had around. “My condolences, I know it’s late.”
“Do not worry, Mr King. Your son already explained everything to me.”
Arthur nodded as Voldemort opened the bag and took several potions out.
“Professor… Riddle?” Hermione asked deep pale.
Voldemort looked at her and then at Harry.
–Explain to your sister, Harry.–
Harry approached Hermione.
“Just trust me on this. He won’t hurt us.” Hermione glanced at Harry and then at Voldemort. “Please?”
“I… I’m not… sure.”
“He promised to change the future.”
Hermione nodded and let Voldemort give them the potions.
“Who are they?” Serenity wondered.
“My cousins.” Harry replied, sitting down on a chair as Voldemort worked. “We lost touch during last year when me and Mum got caught by the Dark Wizards.”
Serenity hummed.
“They are so obviously Elyan’s children.” Gwaine put in towards Arthur. “How’s Thompson?”
Hermione shook her head.
“Dad was attacked after cousin Harry went missing.” The blondie put in.
When Voldemort finally closed the bag, Harry glanced at him.
“Serenity, send a letter to your father. Mr.s and Miss.s Thompson need to be enrolled in school.”
Serenity stood with a nod.
“I’m using Hedwig, Harry.” Harry nodded. “I need your first names, Thompsons.”
“Hermione, Luna, Fred and George.”
Serenity nodded and went towards the kitchen to climb upstairs. Voldemort pointed his wand at the room, raising a soundless ward.
“You four were brought to the past by a spall I did. It went wrong since I’ve tried to bring you to me alongside a certain Ronald Weasley and Neville Longbottom.”
“Luna Lovegood.”
“Most likely a misspell.” Gwaine put in. “I also was brought to this time.”
“This… Thompson?”
“My brother-in-law.” Arthur agreed. “That wasn’t a lie. Although we didn’t use surnames back then… he was Elyan son of Tom.”
“Back then…” Voldemort frowned. “Harry said he was from the future, he said nothing about you.”
“He’s King Arthur.” Harry put in. “The King Arthur.”
Voldemort’s eyes grew as Hermione stuttered.
“And I’m Sir Gwaine, Knight of Camelot.” Gwaine said with a bow.
Voldemort turned slowly towards Gwaine and then looked at Arthur.
“How…?”
“Magic brought me and Morgan together. And then to this time.”
“Morgan?” Hermione asked.
“Harry Morgan King. The goblin put my mid-name as Morgan because the King kept calling me Morgan. Morgana at the time.”
“King Arthur doesn’t approve of magic.” Voldemort put in.
“What about Merlin?” Hermione asked. “Everyone knows that Merlin’s the greatest Wizard of all time.”
Arthur and Gwaine shared a look.
“The books are wrong.” Arthur put in. “I only found out Merlin had magic two days before my death. Magic was forbidden back then.”
“Queen Gwen made Merlin the Magical Counsellor.” Voldemort put in, making Arthur and Gwaine turn towards him with a raised eyebrow. “Queen Gwen was pregnant on the day of your death. The child was magical.”
“Magical born like Merlin?” Arthur asked.
“Yes.”
“How do you know so much?”
“Merlin raised the child, the child’s child and so on. My godfather is Emrys.”
“That’s impossible. Merlin would’ve be centuries old.” Hermione argued.
The front door opened and Emrys entered.
“Thousands actually.”
“Merlin…” Arthur whispered.
Emrys turned towards Arthur, only for him to gape.
“Sire…”
“Old age doesn’t suit you, you look like Dragoon.” Emrys turned towards Gwaine who approached him and hugged him. “Then again, knowing you… that was you.”
“Gwaine? You were dead! We buried you.”
“Ask your godson.”
Emrys rolled his eyes and used his staff to approach the ill ones.
“Why am I not surprised. Tom, what dark spell did you do this time?”
“Wait… back off… you are Merlin?” Harry demanded to know.
“Merlin Emrys.” Emrys agreed. “Tom what did you give them?”
“Potions for the cold.” Voldemort replied.
“I should’ve known better than to allow you to use potions by yourself. Good thing I decided to follow you. You four… bath!”
“Bathroom in the backyard.” Harry put in as Serenity returned.
The four shared looks before Hermione and Luna went together first.
“Mr Emrys.”
“Miss Nott.” Emrys agreed. “The house sure looks packed.”
“Must be the elephant in the room.” Gwaine agreed.
“More like the dragon.” The twins argued, making Gwaine grin at them.
“Do you three ever stop joking?” Arthur hissed.
They shared looks to Harry’s amusement.
“Nope.” They retorted simultaneously.
Harry couldn’t hold it and laughed, only to get swapped at the head by Serenity.
“Hey! Sissy!” he pouted.
“Behave, Lil’ Bro.”
“That hurt, Sis.”
Serenity raised an eyebrow and Harry huffed, massaging his back of head.
“Someone has been busy. It’s been months and you already got a girlfriend?” the twins asked, hovering over Harry and Serenity.
“Sister.” Harry argued. “What’s with everyone and immediately assuming we’re lovers?”
“People’s mentality assume girls and boys can’t be friends.” Hermione argued as she and Luna returned. “Fred, George, you’re next.”
“Whatever you say, Lil’ Sis.” They saluted and went to the backyard.
Emrys picked the bag from Voldemort and started to look through the potions and balms. Harry saw Arthur approaching the healer.
“Emrys!”
The healer turned towards Arthur only for the King to punch him in the face.
“Whoa there. And it starts.” Gwaine claimed amused as Emrys released his staff and hit Arthur back, the two starting to roll on the floor, beating each other.
Harry was left gaping.
(TBC)
