(Alright, this story is a little bit...or a lot, different. I've been rereading the Harry Potter books as of late and remembered back in 2011 me and my friend had written a story on a site called Mibba, well...I searched it and managed to find it, and of course it was terrible. SO MANY GRAMMER MISTAKES! Well, the plot was awesome, so I decided to take the story, add in Merlin, and redo it, now...this is in Morgana's POV, because I've been wanting to write about Morgana for ages, and what better way than this? The story will only focus on the books, not on the movies at all, and in the comments I will post a link to my fancasting of these characters, because as much as I do like them in the movies, they're not exactly how I picture them. But do feel free to picture them as you see them, I'm just showing you all how I see them. Now, I have a LOT of muse for this story, so if you enjoy this you are in for a LONG haul...also, there will be very little Merlin characters in here at first, you are stuck with Morgana for quite a while on her own, I'm afraid, but if you like Harry Potter, then you will definitely not be bored! I do hope you enjoy, and remember, I do not own Merlin, or Harry Potter!)

Four Wizards

Morgana Evans walked down the deserted streets of Brecon Wales, it was very late, almost two in the morning, maybe a little too late for comfort. Morgana walked at a fast rate, she had a strange feeling, a feeling that someone was following her. She turned on to Lion Street and walked faster, she thought she had hard footsteps, but that must all be in her head, she couldn't be hearing voices, the streets around her were empty.

She finally made it home, a small flat, on the fourth floor of an old building, the owners were even older. Once in a while Morgana would see Old Mr. Vine roaming around the grounds, looking for anything that needed repair. She walked into the ratty old place, she sighed sadly, as she made her way through the dark kitchen, once she turned on the lights it only illuminated the weeks old dishes and the old news papers that were all around the room.

She still expected them to be there, still expected to come home to be met by her sisters excited voice telling her what she did that day, or her mother making dinner, or just sitting there, waiting for her to get home. Neither was there now, this made Morgana sigh even more, deeply sad, as she made her way to the smallest room in the house. She couldn't bring herself to take the now empty master bedroom, she couldn't even go into the other two bedrooms the old flat had, this was her room, that's the way they had lived and even with them gone, she would continue on.

The next morning was the same as any other, she woke from a restless sleep and soon found that staying in the house was impossible, the grief much too big. She walked down the stairs and sensed that much noted feeling of being watched, she once again tried to ignore it. Morgana was just being paranoid, everything that happened, happened so fast and now it was playing with her mind. She walked the same route as she did the night before, going to her one safe place, The Silver Spoon Diner.

"Morgana, your not on the schedule till tomorrow night" said Andrew Silver, the owner.

"I know, Andy, but I couldn't stay there another minute...please, let me stay?" She begged, "I don't even have to work..."

Thankfully Andrew let her stay that afternoon, at eight O'clock though, she had to leave, the dinner rush made it hard for her to stay. She went back to the old flat, the feeling of her being watched followed her once more. She got inside and locked herself in her small bedroom, sitting on the bed with her nose in a book, if she could just not think about it, not think that once not too long ago her sister would come rushing into the room and ask Morgana to play a game with her, which Morgana would agree to right away, she loved her sister very much.

Thinking about this, Morgana realized that she hadn't been paying attention to the book at all, and found that tears were slipping down her rosy cheeks. Suddenly she hard a noise, much like a small knock on the door, but no one ever came to visit her, she ignored it and went back to reading, when...

BANG

She jumped to her feet right away, the book now lay on the floor, forgotten, she rushed out of the room. Everything seemed fine, the door was still locked and shut just like she had left it; yes, everything seemed fine, until she hard voices, voices mumbling right behind the door. She slowly made her way through the tiny kitchen and placed her ear to the door, it sounded like men talking, like there were several men outside her door.

"Let's just blow the door down" said one, low voice, Morgana tried covering her mouth but the gasp still sounded, none of the men seemed to hear her though.

"Now, now" a much softer voice said. "We must not scare the girl."

"Remus, if we 'an't get inside..."

"Dung, please" said the softer voice.

"I still say we blast this ruddy door down!"

"Now, what would she say if four wizards came blasting her door down?" asked the soft voice.

"How the bloody hell should I know?" said the low voice, now sounding a bit irritated. "Remus, I'm tired, we've been following this girl for three days, blast the damn door down and get her already!"

She stood frozen in her spot, stunned, did they say wizards? She was always one to forget, it was easy to live as a 'Muggle,' her very own wand was sitting on her dresser, should she go get it? Should she just open the door? She didn't know, she didn't know why four wizards were standing at her door, she had only ever met two people who were like her before and both were women. Suddenly a small knock came to the door her ear was pressed against, she backed up, air stuck painfully in her chest. Her hand reached out for the door, it seemed like the door was so far away, yet it was only a few inches, she was still deciding if she should open the door or call the police when her hand reached the door nob and twisted, the door slowly fell open and there stood four men. The one in the front wore shabby clothes, his hair was slightly graying and his face full of lines, even so, he still had a small smile as he looked at the girl in front of him.

"Hello, Morgana."

"Uh, hi..." she trailed off, not sure what to make of this, and eyed them all, warily.

"May we come in?"

"Erm...uh..." She muttered, but her feet unglued themselves from the floor, as she moved to let the men inside. She watched as the first one passed, he still held a smile, looking around the old flat, the one that came in behind him had a annoyed look about him, walking with a slight drag, the next looked around eager as he walked in, as if planning to take something. The last one gave her a quick nod as he walked passed, following the rest. She then followed too, to find they had all taken seats around the kitchen table.

"I bet you are wondering why are here?" said the one who was still smiling. Morgana found that both strange and comforting all at once, though, slightly more strange than comforting.

"A bit," she stated, was she crazy to let four strange men into her house? She was sure she was crazy...

"Ah, of course" he said, still smiling, he stood up and walked over to her, where she was glued to the floor once more. "I'm Remus Lupin." She didn't say anything and he frowned, only slightly, and went back to sit down. "We are here under strict Order business-"

"Why...why are you here?" she blundered.

"Here to take you to London with us" said Remus Lupin.

"What?"

"Dumbledore's orders" growled the one who looked and sounded a bit irritated. Actually, a lot more than a bit.

"Who?" Morgana retorted, she had never heard of anyone named Dumbledore.

"You don't know who Albus Dumbledore is?" the fourth man exclaimed.

"The ruddy girl doesn't even know who Dumbledore is..." muttered the irritated one.

"Albus Dumbledore is one of the greatest wizards of all time" said Remus Lupin.

"Wizards... I just..." Morgana didn't know what to say, she felt light headed. She wanted to lay down, or just wanted to have these men leave her home, with her inside it, preferably. They were clearly trying, and failing miserably, at kidnapping her.

"I can see you are confused" said Remus Lupin. "I will explain while I help you pack."

Something clicked in her head, pack?

"Listen, Remulus, or whatever...I'm not going anywhere with any of you... I have a job... and a...a-"

"Remus" he said, softly. "I understand this may come as a bit of a shock, but I assure you, you will be completely safe."

"I'm not going anywhere!"

"Dumbledore's orders!" the irritated man barked.

"I don't care who this Dumbledore is and I don't care what his orders are, I am not going anywhere!"

The men stood up and faced her, some looked mad, however, Remus Lupin still looked calm.

"You won't come willingly then we'll take you by force!" growled the irritated looking man, Morgana backed up a bit, trying to think of an escape.

"Now, Bostwick, don't scare her" Remus told him, keeping his calmness and smile the whole time. "If you would only let me explain, this will all make sense."

She didn't know why but she agreed, the three men sat back down while Remus Lupin still stood.

"To your room then?" he asked. "A lot quicker if you pack while I explain."

She didn't know why, but again, she agreed and he followed her to her small room, he looked around as she started to throw stuff into a duffel bag, why am I doing this? I should be calling the police.

"I understand this must have come as quite a shock."

"Yeah, just a little" Morgana muttered. Though, his words felt very rehearsed, if she thought about it too hard, so she didn't.

"Well, I bet you are wondering why you have to come with us."

"Yeah... just a little" she said a bit louder.

"Well, you see there is a very bad wizard by the name of Voldemort," he explained, and Morgana gave him a questioning look. "It doesn't sound as much, but I assure you, you won't want to have a cup of tea with him. Now Dumbledore; he has a group formed to fight against him, it's called The Order Of The Phoenix, I am a member, as are the men in your kitchen..."

"I'm sorry, but what does this have to do with me?" she asked.

"Dumbledore has reasons to believe that you are in danger, he has asked us to came here and take you back to the Orders headquarters."

"What if I don't want to go?" she asked, as she looked around her room, she had gotten most of her clothes and there wasn't mush else she wanted.

"There's no other choice" Remus told her.

"I didn't think so..." she trailed off, she was about to walk out when he stopped her. Clearly, he wanted to make sure she had everything she needed before he kidnapped her and handed her over to his druglord, Dumbledore.

"Your wand?"

"Oh, I always forget that..."

"You go around without your wand?" he asked, worried.

"Its more trouble than its worth, to be honest," she told him, looking at the chipped wood laying on her dresser.

"What school did you go to?" he then asked.

"I went to high school..."

He looked at her strange for a long moment.

"You never went to a wizardry school?"

"No, I couldn't afford it, and I never even knew there were places like that...but when I was fifteen this old lady, who was a witch, told me I was a witch and told me where to go to get a wand and everything, so I did, but I couldn't afford that either so my mom got me a hammy-down wand from this other old witch; who gave me an old spell book, as well, but I was never any good at it. "

"Can you show me something you've learned from the spell book?" Remus asked, looking a bit taken aback by her story.

"Um, alright" she suddenly got nervous, she had never shown her magic to anyone before. She picked the wand up fast, knocking over her lamp as she did, the lamp broke into pieces on the floor, she cussed under her breath, as her cheeks turned red.

"Can you fix the lamp?"

"I'll try..." she trailed off. She knew there was a repairing spell, she had seen it in her old spell book, now all she had to do was say it and hoped it worked. "Reparo...Reparo...Reparo..."

Nothing happened, the lamp stayed in pieces on the floor. Remus sighed and pulled out his own wand, from his pocket.

"Reparo" he said, pointing the wand at the lamp, lazily, it magically glued itself back into one piece and found its way back onto the dresser, Morgana stood there half embarrassed and half impressed, she had never seen anyone really do magic before. "Shall we go then?"

She nodded and followed him back into the kitchen, where the rest of the men still sat at the kitchen table. She left with the men, not listening to her better judgment, once they got a few feet from the flat Remus grabbed her arm.

"We will be Apparating there" he told her. Before she could ask what that means, she felt a strange breeze of air and everything went out of focus, it felt like her insides were being turned out, or like she was being swept up with a sweeper. Soon she felt her feet hit the ground again, opening her eyes, which she had shut, she looked around at a small square, houses lined the street, and she was sure a long time ago these houses were beautiful and full of happy people coming and going, however now it seemed as if no one had been there for years. Remus Lupin pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to her.

"Read this, please."

He was by far the nicest kidnapper she had ever heard of, but she was a bit confused again, by his actions, though, opened the paper anyway, to find handwriting, it said something about this Oder of the Phoenix, she tried to read it fully a few times, but Remus pulled the paper from her and set fire to it with his wand, she looked at him weirdly, but he turned to look at the other men. She wasn't paying attention to what the men were doing around her, however, because when she looked straight again, there was another house there,12, Grimmauld Place. It was almost like it had been hiding before now.

Well...that is weird, she thought.

(A/N: I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, and want to see more. If there were any mistakes I'm sorry, blame my 2011 self...man, she needed help! More will be up soon, if you all like this, and probably even if you don't... I'm very inspired.)