Merlin/Harry Potter: Voldemort's Miss-Understanding (4/?)

Dec 03, 2012 09:13


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 4: In Which Important Decisions Are Made

It took about twenty minutes for Merlin to figure out how the bathroom worked, but once she was done, she couldn’t help but be quite pleased with herself.  She wondered if she could get one for Arthur somehow, since she wouldn’t have to worry about emptying out his chamber pot anymore.

When Merlin got back downstairs, it seemed that Dumbledore and the others had reached some sort of agreement and were waiting for her expectantly.  She looked at Arthur and Gwaine, who shrugged at her, and then sat back down.

Dumbledore nodded to show that he was going to proceed.

“My colleagues and I have been discussing at length what exactly it is we are to do with you,” Dumbledore began.  “We do not know how you arrived here.  Nor do we know how to send you back.  This situation is a potentially dangerous one- time-travel is risky business and it is imperative we get you home as soon as possible.  However, since that does not seem possible for the time being, we must then turn to another important matter.  Namely, your magic.”

Arthur went to protest, but Dumbledore held up his hand, stopping him.

“Regardless of your personal views on the matter, it is obvious that you have somehow obtained magic.  Whether it is a latent ability or a result of your journey here, I cannot say, but I can assure you that it must be dealt with regardless. Untrained magic is dangerous, both to the wielder and those around him.  We are working on obtaining wands for you-”

Again, Arthur went to argue, but then thought better of it.

“-so we can teach you some basic control.  If you wish to learn more during your stay here, that is very well.  Mr. Lupin even suggested enrolling you at Hogwarts for the time being, although that would be up to you.”

“What’s Hogwarts?” Gwaine asked excitedly. “Can we eat it?”

Merlin rolled her eyes.

“Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,” Remus explained.  He paused, then said, “The name is rather self-explanatory.”

“I refuse to learn magic,” Arthur said.  “My father-”

“With all due respect, your father is not here,” Dumbledore warned.  “As I said, I understand your views on the matter, but you must learn some basic control.”

“Unless you’d like a repeat of earlier?” Moody growled.  Arthur looked quite petulant.

Dumbledore took this as an agreement.  “As a former Hogwarts professor, Mr. Lupin will be doing most of the teaching.  If you’d like to study magic more extensively, I suggest you discuss the matter with him.  And, of course, there is still the option of Hogwarts.  As Headmaster, I can say, with complete and utter bias, that it is a marvelous place.”

He grinned at Arthur, “And you might be surprised at what you learn, your majesty.”

It was clear that Dumbledore would hear nothing else on the subject, so the three of them were ushered into their new rooms.  Gwaine and Arthur would, as it turned out, be sharing a room, but because of the small size of the house, Merlin would have to share with the two other girls in Grimmauld Place.

Merlin wasn’t too bothered by this as she opened the door to see where she would be staying for the next- well, who knew how long.  It was a nice room, Merlin decided, if not a bit strange.  And it was bigger than the one that she had living with Gaius.  Satisfied, she decided to go see how Arthur and Gwaine were before meeting her new roommates.

Although she had expected to find them rummaging around the room or situated comfortably in bed, she found them in a very odd predicament when she opened the door to the room.  They- two of the most able knights in all of Camelot- currently seemed to be in a standoff with the cat she had seen earlier.

The cat had apparently decided that it quite liked Arthur’s (or Gwaine’s) new bed, since it was currently stretched out on it and looked in no hurry to leave.  Both Arthur and Gwaine were glaring at it, but not approaching it.  Gwaine was waving his hands wildly.  Whether this was to frighten the cat or to use his newfound magical abilities to send it hurtling through the air, Merlin had no idea. What Merlin did know was that this was quite possibly one of the most hilarious things Merlin had seen all week.

To be fair, Merlin had to admit that it was a rather unpleasant looking sort of cat, with a scrunched in face that looked as though it had ran into a wall, but she hardly thought was reason enough to not want to approach it.   She couldn’t help it.

She giggled.

Arthur and Gwaine hadn’t heard her come in, but when she laughed, they turned around in surprise.

Arthur scowled at her.  “It’s not funny.”

“It is from where I’m standing,” Merlin laughed.  Gwaine smiled as he shook his head.

“That cat is the devil,” he informed her seriously.

Merlin scoffed and walked over to it.  “No, he’s not.”

As though hearing her good opinion of him and deciding that he liked her, the cat purred as Merlin easily scooped him off the bed and cooed at him.  He nuzzled into her hand as she stroked him and Merlin grinned triumphantly.

“See?”

Gwaine just grunted, unwilling to acknowledge Merlin’s success, but Arthur didn’t even bother to dignify her with an answer.  
Merlin placed the cat outside in the hall and shut the bedroom door firmly behind her.  When she reentered the room, both Gwaine and Arthur had made themselves comfortable on their respective beds, leaving a very fluffy armchair for Merlin.  She sat down happily and looked at Arthur expectantly.

“Well?” she prompted, when he didn’t say anything.

“‘Well’ what?” he asked.

Merlin said, “What are we going to do now?”

Arthur sighed and then shrugged.  “Honestly, Merlin, I don’t think there is anything we can do right now.”

Merlin groaned.  “Oh, no.  You aren’t going through one of those ‘crisis of the soul’ things again?”

“I am not!” Arthur protested, sitting up in indignation.  “Nor have I ever!  It’s just that we seem to be stuck between a rock and a hard place!  
We’ve been flung forward thousands of years in the future for no apparent reason and we’re stuck with sorcerers trying to help us!”

“And we have to learn magic,” Gwaine pointed out unhelpfully.

Arthur glared at him, “Thank you, Gwaine.”

“But they seemed really nice,” Merlin protested, referring to the group of wizards downstairs.  Arthur looked at Merlin pitifully, as though she was too young or naive to understand exactly what was going on.

“Merlin,” Arthur began, speaking like Merlin was stupid (which was actually how he usually spoke to her, if she was honest), “Sorcerers are masters of disguise and deception.  If we turn our backs for a moment, I guarantee there will be trouble.”

No doubt Arthur read some of the hesitation on her face.  He said sarcastically, “Unless... there already has been trouble and you just don’t want to share it with us.”

Not really sure why she didn’t want to explain what she overheard to Arthur, Merlin laughed nervously, knowing that Arthur would see right through it.  “Trouble? Well, of course there’s trouble, Arthur.  I mean, you said so a minute ago that we’re trapped here with no way home.  How much more trouble are you looking for?”

“You tell me,” Arthur said, the tone in his voice clearly threatening.

“I overheard some of the kids we saw earlier talking,” Merlin said immediately.  Despite their situation, Merlin had no doubts about Arthur’s ability to make her life a living hell.  Then, deciding that she needed to defend herself, she said, “I didn’t mean to! Honest!”

“What did you hear?” Gwaine said, interrupting for the first time in a while.

Merlin looked as though she didn’t want to say, but she finally said, “Well, they mentioned us- something about us being actually us, whatever that means-and then they said something about a war and You-Know-Who.”

“No, Merlin. We don’t know who,” Arthur said exasperatedly.

“No!” Merlin protested.  “I mean that’s what they called him- or her, I suppose! You-Know-Who!”

“Oh,” Arthur said dumbfounded.  Then he asked, “Who is that?”

“I don’t know!” Merlin exclaimed.  “All I know is that there is much more going on here than meets the eye.  You’re right this time.  We need to be careful.”

“Exactly,” Arthur said in agreement.  “We should all-”  Arthur stopped short and sat upright in bed. Then he protested, “Hang on! What do you mean ‘this time?’”

“Ladies, please,” Gwaine sighed, reclined comfortably on the bed, arms behind his head.  “Now is not the time for arguments.”  He smiled.

“Now is the time for sleep.”

It took Merlin a moment to realize that Gwaine wasn’t joking.  He was right.  It was growing increasingly late and Merlin was tired. She bid both Gwaine and Arthur goodnight and headed for the door.  Gwaine called her back.  She turned around expectantly and saw that he wore a teasing grin.  She narrowed her eyes suspiciously

“Don’t I get a kiss?”

Merlin’s response was to slam the door as hard as she could on her way out.
(Next chapter here)

crossover, merlin, arthur/gwen, girl!merlin/gwaine, harry potter

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