This is my 50th chapter. Shows how much time I had over the summer 😌.

Merlin and Arthur are reincarnated, to the time of witchcraft and wizardry. They are in Hogwarts.

I'm planning on doing a few of these Hogwarts chapters, so if you don't like, please skip.

Sorry it took me so long to make. Anyway, enjoy.

It was Merlin's fifth year at Hogwarts. He loved every second of being there. Well, if that pompous brat Pendragon would leave him alone, it would be perfect. Unfortunately that would never happen. So Merlin would have to endure it.

It's not like Merlin hadn't gone through worse. He shivered at the thought.

"You alright mate?" His roommate Mordred asked. (He's good in this chapter)

Merlin simply nodded, not trusting his words. Thinking of his mother always left him tongue tied.

"Hey big ears!" Shouted a voice from across the hall. Pendragon. Standing on a stool, his red crest was clearly visible. "When's the last time you went outside? You look like a vampire!" A few of Pendragon's friends snickered. Usually Merlin would reply with something like 'last night, I was looking for you, I wanted a snack.'

Not feeling like being insulted today, or insulting back, Merlin began to leave, but was stopped when multiple owls flew in. Including his mother's.

Merlin's first reaction at seeing the small grey owl was saying profanities under his breath. His reaction to seeing that it was a howler was raising his voice, and continuing to say profanities.

Catching the letter, he raced as far as he could away from all the students, and into a dark corridor. He was out of breath. Running up two stair cases, around multiple corners, with a burning hot letter does that to you. Thinking no one was there, Merlin slowly, with a sigh, opened the steaming red envelope. Here comes, Merlin thought to himself.

The paper flew into the air, and started screeching in his mother's voice. "Merlin Emrys, you are a disgrace! It's all your fault that your father left us! You're a bloody dolt who can't do anything right! I specifically told you that if you get anything lower than Outstanding, that I would punish you! Now you go and get an Exeeds Expectations in Herbology?

If you didn't do all the house work, I would disown you! Happy Birthday you brat! Remember what I get you every year for your Birthday? I'll get a bigger one this year. I'm sure you''ll love it!" The envelope perfectly conveyed his mother's obvious sarcasm when talking about her fondness of buying a new whip to hit him with.

By now Merlin had already broke down in tears. He hadn't noticed a certain golden haired boy staring, and listening in on what the envelope was saying.

"Maybe I should try using Crucio on you, you stupid boy! Maybe that would knock some sense into that tiny head of yours! I hope you rot-" The Envelope continued for a long time. All while Merlin sobbed, and Arthur watched.

When the stupid thing finally reduced to ashes, Arthur stepped towards his sobbing enemy. Why were they enemies again? He couldn't really remember. Something about Arthur's bruised ego, and him never letting go of the grudge, causing him to make Merlin's life worse then it already was.

Hearing the step, Merlin's head shot up tears making his pale skin irritated and red. Seeing who it was, his hand reached into his pocket looking for his wand. In seconds Merlin's eyes widened. He had dropped it beside Mordred. Now Merlin was basically at Pendragon's mercy.

"Get it over with." Merlin looked up at Arthur expecting a hex. Instead, he got a hug. Tensing immediately, Merlin wondered what in pheonix's fire was happening.

Then Pendragon began whispering two words over and over again, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so-" this continued. Soon Merlin had relaxed into Pendragon's warm embrace, and was sobbing into his shoulder.

This would have been a strange scene to pass by. A Gryffindor, soothing a crying Slytherin. Luckily Merlin had chosen a deserted hallway. If Arthur hadn't raced behind Merlin, curious what was so bad about the letter, Merlin would have been there sobbing alone. No one really knew what his mother did. Now Arthur did, and Merlin was horrified that he would tell.

After Merlin's tears slowed, he realized he wasn't the only one crying.

"Pendragon?" Merlin asked cautiously, still in Arthur's strong arms. "Whats wrong?"

"It's my fault that you got that Exeeds Expectations in Herbology... If I hadn't been such an... An..."

"Dallop head?"

"Yes a Dallop head, she wouldn't have sent you that letter, or started threatening to crucio you!"

This was a strange turn of events. Pendragon had apologized, and Merlin was now comforting him. "It's not your fault, she's threatened to do it before. She uses every excuse she can get to threaten me."

Arthur was thinking of all the jokes he'd played on Merlin over the years. They didn't seem so funny now. How much worse did Arthur make Merlin's life?

"Do you at least have a nice father?" Arthur questioned. All Merlin did to respond was looking at the floor sadly. "Guess not then," he mumbled sadly.

"Promise you won't tell anyone Pendragon," attempted Merlin. His eyes filled with hope staring at his old enemy, who had tears still running down his face.

"Why not? Why can't I tell the headmaster? You have a witness to the Howler, so you could easily pr-" Arthur was interrupted by Merlin's shout.

"NO!" Eyes wide, shaking in Arthur's arms, Merlin thought of what his mother did the last time he tried to tell someone. "No," he said firmly. "Promise me you won't tell unless I want you to,"

"I- I... I Promise." Arthur sighed giving in.

"Did your mother really send you a howler on your birthday?" Arthur asked curiously. When a nod came from Merlin, Arthur muttered, "happy birthday... or at least what's left of it."

He may have promised not to tell, but that didn't stop Arthur from helping Merlin in any way that he can.

.........

Of course, Arthur let up his rude comments, and pranks on Merlin, but there was still one who continued to be rude to him. She and Merlin had been friends at first, until they had a rather large fight. After they quit talking completely. It may or not have been Arthur's fault...

Today, she seemed rather impatient. Like she was waiting for something. She'd mostly kept her eyes on Merlin the whole day, and Arthur did not appreciate it. So when Merlin left the great hall, Arthur raced after to warn him.

"Merlin! Merlin wait up!" They were in the lower levels of the castle. Around a few empty, unused classrooms. "I need to talk to you."

Pulling Merlin into a dusty, unused classroom, he began speaking, "I think Morgana is up to something. Hear me out, she was giving her malicious smirk, the one she does before she's about to do something others would frown upon. You know the one. We were both friends with her at some point. It's also been a few weeks since she last insulted anyone around me."

After Arthur's rant, Merlin simply nodded and muttered "I know."

Awestruck at Merlin's simple answer, he asked, "what do you mean by 'I know'?"

"I mean, I've noticed, and I've been as prepared as I can be. Who knows, maybe she's seen reason, and will stop being so rude."

Arthur snorted. Morgana... Not holding a grudge? Yeah right.

"Well since you're so worried about me Arthur, would it make you feel better to walk me back to the slytherin common rooms?" That was the first time Merlin had said Arthur's name, instead of Pendragon.

After a quick nod to answer Merlin's question, they headed further underground, and down more stairs. Arthur thought he heard something multiple times, but he was paranoid, and most likely imagining things.

"How far away is it still?"

"About two minutes."

At the moment Arthur was getting rather impatient.

Passing by a large statue, Arthur saw a flash of movement before the muttering of a spell threw both Merlin and Arthur into a small storage closet that just fit the two of them. The doors immediately closed once the two were inside.

"Have fun with the enchantments I placed on that closet. You can't get out until tomorrow!" Shouted Morgana. "Oh, can't forget about the one that makes you relive your worst memories together!"

Being in a closed space was bad enough for Arthur. Seeing their own worst memories, except with another person watching seemed absolutely horrid.

The first memory came, and it was Merlin's. Arthur was thrust into a new place and felt weightless.

Looking around, he found a small filthy kitchen, with the lady that picked Merlin up from nine and three quarters.

Yes... He may or may not have watched Merlin a lot.

The lady; Hunith if Arthur remembered right; looked downright nasty.

Her clothing was worn, also covered in stains, mud and holes. Fringed and had a natural highlight, most likely from the sun, which implied she worked outside. Fingers calloused, nails short, cracked and had thin lines of grime under them. Hunith was sobbing, wild hair covering her face. What you could see of her face was red and blotchy.

"I had just gotten my Hogwarts acceptance letter, and when my mom told him about me going to a magical school instead of the big fancy muggle school he picked out... Well let's just say he didn't like that." Merlin explained the memory to Arthur.

Then a eleventh year old Merlin entered.

"Mom? What's wrong?" The eleven year old asked.

"You know daddy?" Little Merlin nodded. "Well he left us," she bluntly stated.

Hunith was almost emotionless. If it weren't for the quivering of her lip, you may believe she didn't care. Knowing better, Merlin stayed quiet for a while, before he went up to his his mother.

Pushing Merlin away immediately, she shrieked, "Its all your fault!" She started sobbing. A crestfallen Merlin was the last thing they saw before they returned to the storage closet.

Looking over to the present Merlin, Arthur found he was crying.

"That was the end of my relationships with my parents."

Arthur now looked up at Merlin with sadness. Although before they could say anything, they were thrust into a memory that Arthur easily recognized, and dreaded.

Uther had just grabbed the mail, and had started looking through the letters, when he yelled, "ay squirt you got a letter. Com'er, and check it out.

"It had started out a normal day, but then we got the letter," present Arthur muttered just loud enough for Merlin to hear.

A small golden haired boy raced up to the grey haired, stern looking man. "Who's it from pa?"

"Some kilgarrah fellow. Here open it."

Mini Arthur shredded the envelope in seconds. When he told his father what it said however, he quickly realized that his father did not support magic.

"Just like your horrid grandmother, you nitwit. You couldn't have just been like me could you? Noo, now all you're going to remind me of, is how your mother died. With that stupid stick, and that life ending flash of green. Not only tha-"

"Dad, what are you talking about? You told me mum died from a car accident?"

Then Uther raised his hand, and slapped Arthur. Hard. "Leave me alone boy," he commanded like a king.

Of course the boy stumbled away, confused about what he did wrong. There was a single tear going over the red hand print that was already there. That's when the two boys felt themselves come back to the closet.

"I'm so sorry Arthur I-"

"Dont bother, you did nothing. I just never told anyone, and that's my fault." Arthur more told himself then Merlin.

Unfortunately, the memories didn't stop there. Together, they went through all the toughest times in their lives, explaining them if they weren't already sobbing. Now Arthur had seen the many punishments Merlin got for nothing, while Merlin saw how Arthur was given the cold shoulder, and sometimes used as a punching bag for his drunk father.

When they finally got out of that stupid closet, they had become closer. Neither believed that's what Morgana had meant to do, but they were each secretly happy that she had done it.

Let's just say, that after this, the two boys became inseparable. They fully trusted each other, and often relied on each other. They also rather enjoyed Morgana having a fit when she saw them calmly speaking together.

They each dreaded going home, but until vacation, they would have fun, live a little, and just be kids. The things they couldn't do at home.

There was a little drama ahead though. Both boys believed the other liked Gwen, and both boys were jealous of Gwen.

Most of the castle knew they liked each other, and some even believed they were dating. More believed they were friends with benefits. Yet no one said anything. Because the silence that came from no fighting between the two, was music to their ears. Five years of fighting got quite annoying.

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