Summary: Nimueh is out for revenge, just like she always is. This time, she has come up with a plan that is out of her world. Literally. Merlin and Arthur fall into her carefully laid trap, and they are transported to Hogwarts! Too bad for Nimueh, they were sent to Hogwarts instead of to a secret camp, where she wanted them to be. Harry and Draco must work out their differences and, alongside Arthur and Merlin, they must defeat Voldemort, who has gained more powers from a secret ally.

This crossover ignores Harry Potter 5-7. Maybe some spoilers from Merlin, so be careful!

Pairings: Arthur/Merlin, Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Seamus/Dean, Ginny/Neville
(my pairings never seem to change)

Warnings:, spoilers, slash, mild violence.

Rating: M

Disclaimer: No, I do not own Harry Potter OR Merlin.

A/N: Sorry for the long delay everyone! I know you've been waiting for an update. I just recently got back from the six week camp type thing, and I have been typing away and attempting to spin out a new chapter. I have to admit I am suffering from some minor writing block, so I hope this chapter is up to standard. The next chapter may be up next week, or not for another two weeks, as I will be out of town again. Busy summer! But please do enjoy this chapter and leave any comments or critiques.

Chapter 6: Merlin gets a taste of royalty

Arthur followed behind Merlin and Harry in a daze. There was too much information in his head for one night, let alone his whole life! In just a matter of hours, he had found out that: Merlin was a wizard (destined to be the most legendary one), he was going to grow up to be a respected king, there was a world made for magic, he had been borne of magic, and he wanted to go and kill Nimueh.

Now, that last thought was one that Arthur wanted completed right away. Of course, he knew it would be impossible, but it didn't hurt to think about it. He idly ran his finger along the sword hanging at his waist, thinking of exactly what he would do to Nimueh when he got the chance.

While Arthur was role playing a murder, Merlin was looking at his surroundings, amazed by the beauty of Hogwarts.

Along the walls of the hallways were many more paintings and all of them could move. And talk. Many stared at Merlin and Arthur, bewilderment in their eyes. There had never been new students at Hogwarts after the start of the year, especially ones as old as them. Some portraits muttered their disapproval at Arthur's weapons, though he was too lost in thoughts to notice.

Merlin came to a halt when a hand suddenly pushed into his chest. He looked up, startled, and right into Harry's face. The latter pointed in front of him, and Merlin's eyes widened in shock.

"Arthur!" Merlin hissed, poking him in the ribs.

Arthur jumped. "What in the bloody hell Merlin-"

He stopped when he saw what Merlin was pointing at, and he let out a long whistle. Before them was a jumble of staircases. They looked quite ordinary in a first glance, but if you looked for long enough, you could see the stairs move. As Arthur watched, the staircase that stood before suddenly disconnected from the platform, swiveling around to match up to another one.

Another staircase took its place before the three of them, and Harry motioned at them to get on. They did, but quite cautiously.

Merlin jumped when the staircase began to move, settling itself at another platform to the far left of where they had just been. All three Gryffindors marched up to the top of the stairs, stopping in front of the largest painting Merlin had laid his eyes on.

The painting was of what Merlin could only describe as a large woman, and it was the size of an oversized door. He gaped at the picture, and he could tell that Arthur was doing the same. The women in the painting had dark brown hair wrapped up in a bun, and she was wearing a frilly purple dress that flowed past her feet. She smiled when she saw the three of them, hastily putting down the cup of tea she had. It seemed to disappear mid-air, and Merlin heard a clink of a cup further down the hallway.

"Harry, dear!" The portrait stated in a happy manner, "What brings you here? Shouldn't you be in the Great Hall eating with your friends?"

Harry smiled at her. "I'm on my way to the Great Hall right after this. But first, I have to show Ar-Will and Emrys to the dormitories. They're new here," Harry explained, giving the Fat Lady another smile.

"Oh, how wonderful!" She gushed, "Welcome to Hogwarts, you two."

"Mimbulus mimbletonia," Harry said.

Giving one last smile, the Fat Lady swung open, revealing a small tunnel. Harry motioned for Arthur and Merlin to follow him, and they did after a moment of shock. It seemed that Hogwarts was a place full of surprises.

"Now, the words I just said, Mimbulus mimbletonia, is the Gryffindor password. You have to say it in order to get into the common room. No amount of begging or pleading will get you in," Harry said the last bit with a smile, "It helps make sure that people from other houses don't get in here. Now, the password changes about every week, so keep updated."

"Do you honestly expect me to be able to remember such a word," Arthur asked. "What is it? Mum-Mumbles Nimbleton? Mimbleton?" Arthur gave up after a few tries, exasperated.

Merlin smiled, amused by Arthur's weakness with big words. "Its Mimbulus mimbletonia, Arthur. Get it right."

Arthur shot him a dark glare before following Harry up the stairs to the seventh year dormitories.

"Ok," Harry said, as he opened the last door on the staircase, "This is the dorm for seventh years. There's maybe four other people in here that you really need to know. They're all good friends of mine, and people we can trust. I'll point them out to you when we get down to the Great Hall. But first, you guys need to change." Harry looked at their clothes pointedly, "You should be wearing robes while in school. I know, it sounds annoying, but it's the rules."

Harry looked around the room, and noticed an addition of two beds across the aisle from his. "Well, looks like Dumbledore has everything ready for you two. I'll just, uh, wait here while you guys change."

Neither of the two seemed to notice how uncomfortable Harry seemed, or they chose to ignore it. Instead they ran over to the beds-well, Merlin ran and Arthur strutted- and explored the area around them.

Merlin gave almost a squeal of delight. The bed was more than he could wish for. It was a plush, four-poster bed with covers so soft that tempted Merlin. He ran his hand lovingly over the top, happiness almost exploding from his chest. "This is amazing," he murmured, "I've never slept in a bed like this before! I feel like royalty!" He shot a smile of pure delight at Arthur.

Arthur's breath caught yet a second time seeing Merlin's smile. The idiot could make him forget everything with a flash of that beautiful smile. And he hated it. "It's not that amazing, Merlin," Arthur muttered. His bed back in Camelot was much fancier, but he had to admit that the bed was quite nice for a student of-at…Hogwarts. He didn't know how rich anyone at Hogwarts was.

Merlin snorted. "That's easy for you to say, Prince Arthur Pendragon," Merlin said, emphasizing his title, "You're royalty, Arthur. I'm just a servant. Gaius's bed was like heaven to me when I first arrived at Camelot. Remember? I used to sleep on the floor back in Ealdor."

Arthur rolled his eyes, though he was getting an odd, warm feeling in his chest. He remembered the time when he had gone with Merlin to Ealdor to save it from raiders. And he remembered it quite vividly. Especially the nights he spent with Merlin, talking about nothing important, feeling normal.

There was that warm feeling again. Arthur shook his head, as if it would get rid of it. His eyes landed on a large trunk beside his bed. Curious, he walked over to it, opening it cautiously. He was met with the sight of the most revolting clothing he had seen. He gingerly took the robes out with the tips of his fingers, staring at them with horror in his eyes.

Merlin couldn't help it. He burst out laughing, clutching his sides. The look on Arthur's face had been priceless. The horror in his eyes!

Arthur shot a dirty glare at Merlin that stopped him mid laugh. "What in the bloody world could be funny, Merlin? Look at these clothes!" He shouted, shoving the robes in Merlin's face. "I'll look like a bloody girl! They look like a dress! And anyways, how many layers do you expect me to wear? And what is this?" Arthur asked, clutching a tie in his hand.

"That is called a tie," Harry said, stepping over. He couldn't help himself; Arthur and Merlin were too cute. They looked like little kids getting their first homework assignment.

"What does it do?" Arthur asked, eying it warily.

"It goes around your neck," Harry replied. "Put your robes on, and then I'll help you with it."

Arthur gave the tie another suspicious look before putting it down the bed. "Merlin," he said, motioning for him to come around and help him get dressed.

Harry stared at him. "Are you honestly having Merlin dress you?" He asked incredulously. "Don't you know how to put your own clothes on?"

Arthur flushed, turning away from Harry as he unbuttoned his shirt. "Merlin's my servant, and that's what servants are for." He stated, lifting his arms for Merlin to dress him.

"B-B-But-" Harry spluttered, "He's Merlin! The greatest wizard of all time! You can't make him dress you!"

"Well, he's not the Merlin you know yet. To me, he's my servant and nothing more," Arthur retorted. "Oh, hurry up Merlin!" He snapped when Merlin dropped his pants.

Merlin flushed, trying to keep the hurt off his face. He should have known; why did he have stupid fantasies where Arthur would tell him he loved him and always had, and then whisk him off to his bedroom? He was only a servant to Arthur, and nothing more. Arthur had just said so. He wasn't even his friend. The hurt was welling up in his body like poison now, and he could barely keep his hands from shaking. It was through sheer determination that he finished getting Arthur dressed, and got himself ready.

Arthur scowled as Harry did his tie for him, "….Just put this long end through the loop you just made, like this. And now it's done! See? Easy."

"Easy?" Arthur scoffed. "There were like fifteen steps to tying this stupid piece of cloth!" He pulled at the 'stupid piece of cloth', as it felt like it was choking him to death. And his robes were itchy. His shirt was itchy, and so were his pants. The material felt so cheap against his skin. And Arthur felt angry for no apparent reason, watching Harry help Merlin with his tie. They laughed together as Harry put the tie in the wrong way or something, and Arthur felt a wave of jealously crash over him. It bewildered him; why would he be jealous watching Merlin with another guy? Preposterous.

Since he could find no rational explanation for his behavior, Arthur's mind tucked his jealously somewhere in the back of his brain.

"Will you two hurry up already?" Arthur grumbled, "Aren't we supposed to be in the 'Great Hall' or something."

Harry, finished helping Merlin with his tie, stepped away from him. "Yes, yes. We should be at dinner right now. Let's go now," he said, heading out the dormitory door.

Arthur brushed past him, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like,"….hope the food is better than the clothes…" But that could have been Harry's imagination.

After a few minutes of walking through even more hallways, the three Gryffindors arrived at the Great Hall. If Merlin had thought the portraits, hallways, common room, and dormitories were breathtaking- well. The Great Hall certainly killed him. Even Arthur was in awe, drinking in the image.

The Great Hall was enormous, at least three times the size of the council chambers in Camelot. Four long tables stretched along the room, all meeting in front of what appeared to be where the adults sat. Their tables were raised high above the four tables full of students, most likely so the adults could keep an eye out for any trouble.

All the tables were crowded and full of laughter and conversation. Hundreds of candles floated mid-air above the tables, brightening the atmosphere of the Great Hall.

What intrigued Arthur the most was the ceiling. He hated to admit it, but it was the most magnificent thing he had ever seen. He knew there was a ceiling, but he could barely tell. It was as if the ceiling had been enchanted-sorcery! His brain screamed. Bad!- to look like the night sky. Stars seemed to twinkle right above his head, and fluffy clouds slowly traveled around the sky. It was beautiful, and Arthur secretly wished they had something like that in Camelot. Not that his father would allow it.

Merlin also found the ceiling quite breathtaking, but what had his attention the most was the food. Oh, he could smell the scent of meat and vegetables drift over from all the tables, teasing and tempting him. His mouth watered as he eyed plate after plate of food, all the way down all the tables. How did they have so much food? Merlin licked his lips in anticipation.

Harry seemed to notice his hunger, and laughed quietly. "Well, it looks like someone's ready to eat," he said with a smile.

Merlin gave a smile back, a blush on his cheeks. "I've...I've never seen or touched such nice food," he mumbled, "except when serving Arthur. But this food is even more exquisite," he ended in a dreamy tone.

Harry gave Merlin a look of sympathy; he knew what it felt like to see something you wanted, but could never have. Living with the Dursleys had popped up with many situations like that. "Well then, let's go settle down and eat!" He said cheerfully, guiding Merlin towards the Gryffindor table.

Arthur snapped back to attention when he saw Harry guide Merlin to the right table with his hand on his back. There was that jealousy creeping through him again. Arthur gritted his teeth in anger. There were too many feelings, emotions and thoughts going in his head, and he couldn't handle any of them. He once again pushed the jealousy to the back of his head, and followed the two to their table.

Ron nearly spit out the huge chunk of steak and kidney pie he had just put in his mouth when he saw Harry arrive at the table. He hastily swallowed the pie, nearly choking himself in the process. "Oi! Harry! Where've you been, mate?" He asked as Harry sat down.

"I was with Dumbledore," Harry replied, motioning for Merlin and Arthur to take a seat beside him.

"Who these tchu?" Ron asked through another bite of pie.

Arthur wrinkled his nose at horrible lack of manners. "I am Will Worthington," he said with a drawl that could rival Malfoy's.

"I'm Emrys. Emrys Lemings." Merlin said shyly, giving Ron a small smile.

Ron stared at the two of them for a few seconds as he ate some more pie. He knew that he already didn't like the Will bloke, as he sounded just like Malfoy. And, Merlin, he acted just like Malfoy!

Ron stared as Will took a small piece of steak and kidney pie, carefully cutting it up before putting a small bite into his mouth, chewing slowly. He even looked like Malfoy. Ron snorted. That's all the school needs. Another Malfoy. And a Gryffindor one at that!

Arthur heard it, and set his fork down beside his plate. "What, may I ask, is possibly funny?" He asked with contempt.

Ron flushed, looking back down at his plate. "Nothing," he mumbled. Why is this git in Gryffindor? He asked himself.

Arthur looked like he wanted to say something back to Ron, but Merlin stopped him. "Let it go, Ar-Will." He whispered.

Ron watched as Will immediately calmed down, sending a small smile at Emrys. The latter sent a beaming smile back at Will, and Ron watched with wide eyes when Arthur violently fumbled with his fork, sending a piece of pie flying into his lap.

Merlin, servant instincts kicking in, immediately took a napkin off the table and proceeded to wipe the food of Arthur's pants. It wasn't until he heard Ron snort yet again that he realized what he was doing looked quite…awkward. He hastily took his hands from Arthur's lap, giving a small cough.

Harry could tell Ron wanted to make a snide remark, so he changed the subject. "So Ron," he said with fake enthusiasm, "Where's Hermione?"

Ron immediately dropped his fork on his plate, crossing his arms. "Got into a fight with her," he said.

"About what?"

"Lavnnner," he mumbled.

"What?"

"Lavender! Hermione thinks I have a thing for Lavender because she caught us snogging. She always overreacts!" Ron muttered darkly. "Uh, what's wrong mate?" He suddenly asked, seeing Harry pale.

Harry slowly pointed towards something behind Ron, and said person slowly turned around, dread pooling in his stomach.

He was met with the sight of a horrified looking Hermione. Her hair was even more of a mess than it normally was, and her eyes were red like she had been crying. She crossed her arms, her posture stiff.

"I was going to come over and apologize about my behavior, but apparently you aren't looking for an apology," she said stiffly.

"No…'Mione that's not what I meant-" Ron started.

Hermione didn't give him a chance to finish, turning around with a huff. "I'll just go eat in the kitchen. At least I'll be appreciated by someone there." And there won't be any red-haired prats to make fun of me there, she added to herself.

Ron shook his head, watching Hermione walk out of the Great Hall, her head held high. "Girls," he muttered, "I'll never understand them."

The plates of food suddenly disappeared, only to reappear laden with delicious desserts. Ron's mood brightened immediately, and he grabbed a handful of chocolate éclairs, dumping them on his plate eagerly. Arthur gave him another look of disdain, though he refrained from making any comment.

Merlin, sitting on the left side of Harry, stared at the plates in front of him in shock, his mouth watering at the sweet smell of chocolate. "There's more food?" He asked weakly.

Harry laughed, "Yes, there is Mer-Emrys. Loads of desserts," he said with a wave of his arms.

Merlin groaned, clutching his stomach. He had already eaten three slices of steak and kidney pie, a piece of roast chicken, roast potatoes, and peas. He felt like his stomach was about to explode, and yet he saw himself reaching for…well, he didn't quite know what it was.

It looked like a piece of dough with currants in it, which was sitting in a plate of custard. His mouth watered at the sight, and he immediately dug in. Oh, and did it taste amazing! Merlin realized that it was not dough, but a thickened pudding mixture. He dipped it in the custard, savoring every taste. He let out a moan, not noticing when Arthur violently dropped a scoop of ice cream back onto his plate. He didn't notice the flush in his face either, or the way he adjusted his robes. He was too lost in the taste of the dessert.

"What is this stuff?" Merlin asked through his last mouthful.

Harry's mouth twitched, as if trying not to smile. "It's called spotted dick." He said primly.

Merlin sputtered, a laugh escaping from his lips. "Spotted dick? Ha! What a nice name for food." Merlin did not notice when Dumbledore stood up to address the school, or when everyone went quiet. "Hey, Hey, Art-Will. I just ate spotted dick!" He burst into laughter again, though he didn't quite know what was so funny.

He snapped out of his trance when someone elbowed him in the ribs. "Ow," he muttered, "What in the bloody hell was that-" He froze when he realized the whole school was looking at him with an incredulous expression on their face. Merlin flushed, looking back down at his lap.

Dumbledore chuckled at the sight. He knew that Merlin and Arthur had quite a lot to take in. Turning back to the students, he cleared his throat. "Good evening, everyone!" He boomed. Everyone instantly swiveled toward him. "I hope that once again you have enjoyed your meal." His statement was met with cheers from the students. "Please make sure to follow the new curfew, and be in your common room by nine o'clock." That statement was met with boos and sighs of resignation. "Other than that, I have nothing else to say. Have a good night!"

Everyone slowly got up from their seat, stretching. Hordes of people inched their way towards the door, including Arthur and Merlin. They had almost gotten to the door, when a voice held them back.

"Harry, Will, Emrys, and Ron. Please come back over here for a second."

The four boys slowly turned around, fearing that they were in trouble.

"Harry, I need to talk to you some more about old history." Dumbledore said carefully.

Harry immediately got the hint, looking at Arthur and Merlin.

"What do you need me for?" Ron grumbled.

"There' something that you should have a part in," Dumbledore replied. "Now, I've sent a message to Ms. Granger, so she will be joining us soon in my office." With that, Dumbledore walked out of the Great Hall, four boys cautiously following after him.

A/N: Oh, Merlin….