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..As the boat and its occupants continued their steady way over the furthest parts of the Blake Lake, the mist behind began to grow and soon it had covered the boat and everything around and in front of them. Harry could just make out Gandalf and Merlin behind him, and turning back to face the front, he could just make out Aslan's hulking form thanks to the light on the bow in front of them.
Harry wondered what was happening; though he didn't feel the urge to panic... he didn't feel anything except calmness, which was a surprise in itself. He simply sat there listening to the soft ripples of water all around them, as well as listened in on Gandalf and Merlin when they spoke together in soft voices. It was rather peaceful, yet eerie.
What felt like hours, but must have only been about fifty to fifty-five minutes, Harry felt the boat slow down. Looking up, he saw that the mist was receding and out in front, towering over them suddenly loomed ancient looking ruins upon an island surrounded by black water. Behind the ruins and the island was a continuous expanse of dense mist.
Suddenly the boats weight lightened somewhat. Harry looked back down from the isle ahead of them to the bow of the boat, to where Aslan was, only the lion no-longer stood there. Standing in the lion's stead was a tall man of just over six foot, dressed in ancient regal material.
He had long greying hair and as he turned slightly, Harry could just make out that he had a beard. Puzzled Harry looked behind him and found not an old man dressed in white and a rather large rabbit, but two old men who looked slightly similar to each other.
Only Gandalf's white beard was shorter, than that of the older looking man's next to him. Merlin the Wizard had returned. So who was... Harry suddenly remembered reading a line from a muggle children's book on the legend of King Arthur. ..they say that when the world is in need of its Once and Future King, then Arthur would one day return with Merlin by his side. Aslan was Ar--
The boat finally came to a stop and moored itself to the dock to Harry's right. Together the group got out and made their way onto the isle. Once they set foot upon the grass of the island, a hooded figure stepped out of the mist in front of them.
"Welcome home, Arthur Pendragon; King of the Ancient Isles,” stated a voice that was warm, powerful, and feminine.
"Welcome Myrddin Emrys and Gandalf Wizards wise and fare... and welcome to the Isle of Avalon Harry Potter, my wonderful, brave child." Harry looked puzzled at the last part of the cloaked figure's chosen words.
A soft tinkling laugh was his response, and looking up he saw the figure lower her hood. Harry's eyes went wide. Lily Potter stood alive in front of him.
"Morgan," Arthur replied.
Le Fay!Harry would've keeled over if Merlin hadn't come up behind him and wrapped his arms around his shoulders.
"Let's go inside," Morgan/Lily went on, as she turned and led the group into the mist surrounding most of the isle and its ruins.
- RWT -
The group headed into the ruins. On the inside however the ruin wasn’t a ruin, but an all-out complete fortress, with blazing fires. Lit sconces lined the walls while regal looking, worn rugs in deep purples, reds and emerald greens with gold or sliver tassels lay on the floor. Lily led then down the entrance hall and into the great hall, where a long feasting table ran the length of the centre of the hall.
To Harry, it reminded him of the Great Hall at Hogwarts, except here there was no raised platform and only one table. Though there, there was a door at the far end of the hall, which it appeared they were aiming for. Lily, or Morgan Le Fey, as she was known here on the Isle, opened it and stepped through holding it open for the others.
They passed through this anti-chamber and out of another door and up a long and spiral staircase. At the top one by one they all entered into a regal, heavily fabricated room. It was, Harry thought, cozy. The fire in the large ancient grate was lit and blazing just like the ones he passed downstairs.
"Welcome to my humble abode." Morgan said, in her gentle voice. "Please, make yourselves comfortable."
Everyone sat down in the throne like chairs that were covered in animal hides. Harry sat down on the thick soft, deep purple rug with silver tassels on the floor in front of the fire. When Morgan frowned and offered him her chair, he shook his head and flushed and said that he was happy where he was.
Morgan sighed; her dratted sister had a lot to answer for. However, she smiled at her son, nodded and retook her seat. She then clapped her hands and a silver tray of wine and sandwiches popped into existence in midair beside her. Another pop sounded and a small feast appeared on the floor beside Harry.
Once everyone had, had a drink and something to eat, all the adults conversed about things that Harry already knew about and so he didn't join in, but sat there on the rug staring off into the fire not really thinking much: only really about how his mother could possibly be Morgan Le Fey.
Arthur Pendragon's evil sister and murderer. But as he thought on it, he realised that nothing in the Wizarding World was as it seemed. Albus Dumbledore was manipulative and hungry for power, Voldemort was insane of the crazy loon variety, and not the power-crazed warmonger Dumbles made him out to be. And the fact that he was Harry's grandfather was weirdly inane.
But Harry was beginning to accept that his life was becoming weirder and weirder. And now he was on Avalon, a supposedly mythical isle of the ancient world. With his mother as the most 'supposedly' powerful enchantress and on par with Merlin, and here they were talking with Arthur, the one true king, amicably like old friends. It was all so confusing.
- RWT -
When they adults had stopped conversing, Morgan broke away from them and stepped over and joined her son on the rug. She looked at him and him her. Both pairs of green eyes searched the other eagerly, trying to soak up the opposite’s images. In the end it was Harry who broke the silence.
"How is it possible for you to be Morgan Le Fey and Lily Potter? Both lived at different times," he asked, giving what limited information he had..
"It's really quite simple, my son." Morgan replied. "I am your mother Lily Potter, as well as being the reincarnation of Morgan Le Fey. I have the power of the ancient world. That's how I was able to help you survive the night Dumbledore tried to force your grandfather into killing you. The Evans' may be born from a long line of squibs, but originally they came from the Wizarding stock. It's interesting our family.
"My father and your grandfather Harry, is the man known as Voldemort today. I was taken at birth and placed with the Evans' who (I'm sure Dumbledore didn't realise this) are directly descended from Morgan Le Fey. The second daughter born or adopted by blood into the family is given by blood, every five hundred years the embodiment of Le Fey. I was chosen and on my seventeenth birthday I never looked back. Morgan's power was and now is a part of me, and has been ever since."
Harry nodded, though it would take him some time for his mind to wrap itself around this new information about his family. He was related to Arthur Pendragon?! Oy, that'll take some getting used too.
"Why am I here?" He asked.
"War is coming,” Morgan replied softly, her green eyes sad. "Dumbledore is set upon having one, but this war will be far different from the one previously set. It will involve a great number of magical beings and not just beings from our world either. You must get help from at least two other worlds. The Narnians and the Underlandians, to name but a few."
"The Narnians I get, but the Underlandians? I don't get." Harry replied.
"Take of the ians and your left with a clearer answer." Morgan said, smiling.
"Underland?" Harry asked, looking very puzzled. "Is there such a place?"
"Petunia has a lot to answer for." Morgan muttered, then went on a little louder. "Have you ever read any books by Lewis Carroll?"
"You mean, Alice In Wonderland?" asked Harry trying to comprehend what was being said. Everyone sat silently and waited. Morgan raised a brow pointedly.
"Underla..." Harry said slowly. "Wonderland? Wonderland is real?!"
Morgan smiled.
- RWT -
Once Harry and Morgan had finished their conversation about how to go about getting to these other worlds, the sun was rising in the east. It was time to head back to Hogwarts.
Everyone said his or her farewells and Harry wondered if he would see his mother again. Morgan replied that he would see her again. Gandalf, Arthur, Merlin and Harry retraced their steps and made their way back outside on to the landing stage, where they had left the ancient boat.
Harry noticed that it had turned around whilst he and the others had been inside the fortress. Everyone got onboard and the board began its slow motionless journey back to the mainland.
As they departed the isle, Harry turned back and watched as the mists of Avalon swirled around the isle, swallowing it from view. He saw his mum, Lily/Morgan raise her hand a waved goodbye. Harry smiled and waved back until the mist engulfed the isle and the lone waving figure completely.
- RWT -
Meanwhile in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, it was breakfast time and everyone was sitting eating bar Harry, Gandalf, Merlin the rabbit, and Aslan the Lion, when the hall doors were blown open by angry magic and a group of people stormed in. At the front was a short dumpy woman, angrily brandishing her wand.
"Where's Harry Potter?!" she said loudly.
"He's not back yet from his errand," Minvera replied, as she stood up along with Severus.
"When will he be back?!" asked the woman.
“Whenever his boat lands," Severus returned.
"Fine! We'll go and wait for his return down by the lake!" And with that the woman and her group all turned and left the Great Hall. Everyone sitting down looked up at the teachers, then to the retreating group, and decided to follow. So did Severus and the staff.
Five minutes later everyone was standing on the bank of the black lake, staring out at the thick dense mist that was still covering the lake. Waiting. Watching. They were also wondering what the dumpy woman wanted with Harry Potter. Whatever it was, they wouldn't have to wait long to find out.