Merlin/Harry Potter: Voldemort's Miss-Understanding (3.2/?)
Title: Voldemort’s Miss-Understanding
Author: tinyrose65
Summary: In which Voldemort’s plan goes a bit wrong (again.) and Merlin, along with Gwaine and Arthur, finds herself in a world where everybody is convinced that she has a beard. Huh? (Gwaine/fem!Merlin; Arthur/Gwen).
Note: This was a request from crazyredhead to write a sequel to “The Miss-Adventures of Gwaine,” but set in Harry Potter. I had hoped to finish the story before I began posting, but that didn't happen and this story is late enough as it is. So here ya' go!
Chapter 3 (Part 2): In Which Plans Are Made and Beds Are Stolen
She treaded softly to the door and gently pressed her ear against it. It was too thick. She had no choice. If she wanted to hear what they were saying (and she did, because there was clearly something going on here that was more than meets the eye) she would have to use magic. Merlin’d just have to be a bit more careful about it. There was no telling how it would react since their journey and now that it had been tied to Arthur and Gwaine.
She took a deep breath and gently uttered the spell to increase her hearing.
“ásce.”
Merlin felt the odd sensation of, for a moment, loosing control of her magic, but before it went any further, it settled, and she could hear perfectly well, from everything downstairs to whatever was in the attic. It was quite nice, but she focused her attention on the room.
The murmuring from inside was much more distinct now.
“You can’t think she’s the actual Merlin,” came a female’s voice. It wasn’t the same as the bushy-haired girl’s voice, so Merlin assumed it was the other girl. The young red-head.
“Snape had Veritaserum!” Merlin now recognized the voice of the bushy-haired girl. “We all heard it! It’s Merlin and King Arthur!”
“Legend would’ve mentioned something about Merlin being a servant, though, wouldn’t it’ve?” asked a voice that Merlin hadn’t heard before. It must’ve been one of the twins, she decided, although she had no idea which.
“It’s not like you ever pay attention in History of Magic,” the other twin, Merlin guessed. “You’re hardly a reliable source.”
“Hermione?” asked the red-headed girl.
“Not from what I can remember,” mumbled the bushy-haired girl. “But Veritaserum is infallible! There’s no way to beat the stuff! That’s why it’s been so invaluable during the war- this one and the one before! I read all about it in-”
“Tell us later, Hermione,” said the youngest red-haired girl. “I mean- really. Merlin and Arthur, in the flesh.”
“What’re the odds that they show up a few months after You-Know-Who comes back?” asked the boy, Ron.
“You think Merlin is working for You-Know-Who?” laughed one of the twins.
“I don’t know!”
“Well, if you want to ask her, I’d do so from a distance,” said the other (or maybe the same...) twin.
“As ridiculous as it sounds, Ron is right. It is a very strange coincidence.”
“You can’t be serious, Hermione!”
“I’m not saying that they’re working for You-Know-Who, Ginny. But time-travel is very tricky business-”
“You’d know,” muttered a twin.
“- and it takes powerful magic to enact. We can’t rule out the possibility that it is because of You-Know-Who that those
three are here.”
“Do you think they’ll help in the war?”
“There technically isn’t a war, yet,” piped up Ginny.
“Will be soon, though,” one of the twins said somberly. Merlin pressed her ear closer to the door, as though that would help her hear (the truth was, it didn’t matter because of the spell she had used).
"Can I help you?"
Merlin jumped and turned around so fast somebody might’ve though there were pixies or something after her. Instead, it was just Sirius, who was looking at her amusedly. Merlin relaxed a bit when she noticed that he didn’t look that angry.
“I- I got lost.”
Sirius turned to the door across from them both and pushed it open slightly, revealing a room composed of what looked mainly like white tile.
“The bathroom,” Sirius said. Merlin tried not to flinch. The spell made other noises a bit louder than normal. “Take as long as you like.”
“Thanks,” Merlin said, blushing as she went inside, closing the door behind her. Once the door was fully closed, she shut her eyes and leant agains the wall, breathing in and out slowly, letting the spell fade and her hearing return back to normal.
That was close.
In her mind, it was worth it to learn what she had. Clearly, as nice as these folk seemed, they were hiding something from them all. Merlin sighed and opened her eyes. But, first thing’s first...
How exactly did this room work?
(Next chapter here)