This is the first Robin Hood Fanfiction of the BBC version with a mixture of Harry Potter.

I adopted this story from uoduck (a.k.a. malmcmahon in AO3) who original written the story but was deleted. So I asked her permission to continue her work.

(Disclaimer: I don't own BBC Robin Hood or Harry Potter! All Rights Reserved.

Chapter One: Meet the Men in the Hood.

It was a fast and hurried ride through the woods in England to safety; Heather was right on the way to passing out on top of her horse when Scout whinnied and bucked her off, she landed on her already wounded leg; the one that had an arrow embedded in it.

Screaming in pain, she tried to hold on to consciousness long enough so that she could at least see the people who were going to kill her.

They were just a day's ride behind her, but she had no doubt that they were going to get her back, to do the things to her that made her nauseous just by thinking it. She had tried so hard to hide who she was but someone had seen her healing a woman who was about to die in childbirth.

"Scout!" She croaked out to her horse; her voice was growing threadlike, already there were black spots in her vision. Scout immediately stopped and walked back to her and stood by her faithfully never to abandon his master. Heather looked around for the cause of his bucking and found it in the booby trap that was laid on the forest path, Scout rarely acted up, so it was nice to know it wasn't her.

Heather was about to pass out when she saw a group of men and a woman surrounded her; one was really tall and big, the rest were of a medium height. Heather gave a sigh at the inevitability of whatever would happen to her and finally passed out.

When she woke up next, it was a nice big encampment. She felt the pelts beneath her and a couple of blankets covered her, she also saw that she wore different clothes on. Her old ones were all torn and bloody, though she blushed at the thought of someone had dressed her while she was unconscious. When she tried to move she a shot of pain in her leg, she pulled back the covers and saw her wounded leg bandaged and the arrow was removed. She felt groggy like she slept for a full week, she blinked her eyes open and saw a young woman sitting beside her bed with a bowl of something. Heather looked at her surroundings and saw a bunk bed above her.

"Ah, you're awake, good," the woman said and went to open the flap of the tent. "Robin, she's awake!" She called to someone outside the tent.

"What happened to Scout?" Heather wheezed dryly, both her cloak of invisibility and the Elder wand were in the saddlebag. They were the only things she brought with her and they were very dear to her, for they were her only connection to home.

The Woman looked confused at first, she reaches over to grab a jar and hold it to Heather's lips to drink, Heather promptly gulped down the sweetest water she had ever tasted since she was trapped in this time. She took the time to get a good look at the woman, she had short, cropped black hair and green eyes, she was a Saracen from the East.

"Scout?" She asked as she drew the jar away from Heather's lips when she finished drinking.

"He's my horse," Heather explained now that her voice was clear, the water had replenished her very quickly and her magic was once in full strength after having a drink and a long rest.

"Oh, he's with our other horses," the woman assured her, "he's fine."

Then someone entered through the tent flap, a young and handsome man with a stubble beard, short cropped mid-brown hair and green eyes. He was dressed in green peasant clothes and wore leather arm guards for archery and hung from his neck a hand-made necklace with a circle and a bow and arrow in the centre of the circle.

"Djaq, how is our guest?" He asked her.

"She's well, Robin, however, do not stress her, she needs more rest," Djaq cautioned him as she walked out of the tent.

Heather studied Robin, he looked a little stressed but it was underneath the surface. But also seemed happy to be among his friends in the woods. Heather had heard of Robin Hood and his band of Merry Men back when she used to live with the Dursleys and read stories about from the library, but she never thought she would actually meet him.

Robin, in turn, was studying her, she knew she had a very strange appearance, with her long dark red hair and green eyes she inherited from her Mother.

"What is your name, fair maiden?"

"My name's Heather, sir," she answered, she was never called a fair maiden before.

"So, Heather, what brings you to our doorstep and with an injured leg?" He asked in curiosity.

"I,… I am being pursued by men; who think that I am a witch. They aim to burn me at a stake." Heather answered, she was not sure about her being welcomed here, she hopes that Robin won't turn her over to the hunters.

"I had been held a captive in that prison," she continued while shaking with the remembrance of what she had been through, "it felt like I've been in that cell forever, but I managed to escape!"

"I'm just a healing woman who has knowledge about herbs and how to use them!" She exclaimed and yelped in pain when she moved her injured leg too much.

"All right, all right, calm down," Robin composed her trying to get her to settle down, "you are safe now, they won't find you here."

Djaq came running back into the tent when she heard the fuss and made a frown face at Robin for overexciting her poor patient.

"Did they do more than hurt you?" He asked with a serious expression.

"No, but I think they would like to," Heather grimaced.

Robin reaches out to grasp her hand and gently squeezed in assurance.

"We won't let them have you, Heather, it seems they have already caused you enough pain for a lifetime," he promised, "now you must rest now and we'll talk when you are well. We'll head your pursuers off their track, don't worry you are safe with us."

"Thank you, Sir," Heather murmured in gratitude.

"You shouldn't have made her overexcited, Robin," Djaq scold at Robin as she raised a smaller jar to Heather's lips to drink and Heather drank it greedily. As she drank from the bottle, she could taste the herbs mixed in the drink and reluctantly she felt drowsy and started to fall asleep, aware that she needed it.

As soon as Heather was asleep, Robin glanced at Djaq sheepishly; who was clearly not happy with him for causing the poor girl to make her injury worse.

"We needed to know her name and why those people want with her, not to mention wish her harm." He gestured at her leg injury, "Did you discover any other injuries when you treated her, Djaq?" He asked her as they watch over Heather in a deep sleep breathing in and out deeply.

Djaq tucked Heather with the blankets. "No, I found no more injuries on her," she confirmed, "I stitched up her wound when I removed the arrow from her leg and I tend the bruises from when she fell off her horse."

Robin watched as Djaq took her small jar of the tincture and went out of the tent to clean the jar in the stream not far from the campsite.

"I'm just glad Marian was able to find her some spare clothes," he muttered to himself and left the girl in her sleep and went outside to gather his men as he grabbed his archer bow and his quiver full of arrows.

"Well, lads, let's go and get rid of the poor lass's pursuers!" He announced and the men gave a roar in agreement and set off on their mission.

What will Heather do now that she was trapped in the Middle Ages and in the camp of Robin Hood and his band of Merry Men?

Find out in the next chapter of the Outlaws and the Witch…

With thanks to uoduck for proofreading the story.