Authors Note: I loved HBP! Unfortunately this fic is not really compatible with it so it probably won't run along the same path. I guess 'Awakening' is officially AU! One thing for sure, any deaths that occurred in HBP will not be occurring in either this story or RotP. Well, here's the latest chapter. I hope you guys enjoy it. I think there'll only be two chapters left with Harry in the past.

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Peacockgal17: Thanks for the review. Yes Harry does meet Arthur. It's alluded to in this chapter but we don't actually get to see the meeting. I put in a few more in later chapters. We'll have to see.

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Chapter Eleven: Historical Meetings

If there ever existed a perfect day this was most certainly it. The scene that lay before any wandering eyes seemed to be taken straight out of a medieval fairy tale. Lush, undulating green hills stretched as far as the eye could see to meet dense green forest on the horizon. The eye was instantly attracted to an area defined by low wooden fencing. Not far from the enclosure, were a few horses. Their glossy coats shone and sparkled in the bright midday sun and each movement showed the presence of powerful muscles. A few women passed by the enclosure, slowing their steps and giggling to each other as they did so.

The reason for this behavior was evident as the sound of metal meeting metal rang out in the otherwise calm environment. Two men were having a sword fight in the wooden enclosure. One of the men was about twenty-one years of age with curly auburn hair that fell into startling blue eyes. The other was about sixteen years old with jet black, unruly hair and dazzling emerald eyes. Both men were moving with a grace and agility many dancers could only dream of achieving. They were both decked in fitted pants and loose tops that were tucked into the waist of their pants to keep them in place. The shirts were obviously meant to be laced up in the front but were undone; revealing hints of well developed pectoral muscles. Perspiration glistened on their chests and dampened their hair. Finally the man with the auburn hair defeated his partner with a swift, deft swing of his sword.

"Ah DAMN!" Harry Potter flung his sword down in frustration, "Am I ever going to beat you Lance?"

"Not if you keep calling me Lance," the older man replied although it was only half-hearted. "I have been training since I could walk Harry, you have only been training for two days and yet it has taken me a full two hours to defeat you. Quite an accomplishment don't you think, even if we have been using time-turners?"

"Has it only been two days?" Harry conjured two bottles of water and tossed one to Lancelot. "It seems so much longer than that."

"Don't worry, young one. You will be home soon." Lancelot said softly, correctly interpreting the slight droop in his friend's shoulders.

"What did I say about calling me young one?" Harry asked, raising one ebony eyebrow.

"Um…don't?"

"Exactly. And don't you forget it!"

Suddenly Harry cocked his head to one said as if listening intently for a far away sound. Then he spun around, simultaneously drawing his wand, with a speed that was almost inhuman. Merlin raised one bushy silver eyebrow when he suddenly found himself at wand point.

"Very good, Harry." The old mage smiled. "Now, will you please lower your wand?"

"I really shouldn't," Harry said as he did as he was told, "You know what happens when you try to sneak up on me!"

Merlin shuddered involuntarily as he remembered how Harry has turned his elegant robes into neon pink shorts and a fluorescent yellow top with huge, gaudy, electric blue flowers that moved around and sang "We're off to see the wizard," in squeaky high-pitched voices. The worst part was that he was unable to reverse the spell for a full day.

"I can see that you do remember," Harry said, a faint trace of amusement was apparent in his voice along with a small bit of awe. Merlin, the most powerful wizard to ever live, was wary of him…Harry. It was inconceivable. All right, so the prank had been irreversible for a full day. Big deal. Sirius had told him about the spell. The Marauders had invented it, making it last for 24 hours, and not bothering to come up with a counter charm. The best part was that they had somehow managed to make it so the effects of the spell couldn't be covered up by any glamour, no matter how powerful. Harry couldn't wait to tell his godfather about the prank. Albus would definitely appreciate the story as well.

Thinking about his father and godfather put a bit of a damper on Harry's mood. It had only been 10 days since he'd done the bonding ceremony, and two days since he'd been cut off from the Headmaster, but Harry had become used to having Dumbledore's presence in his head. It felt familiar and comforting, and now that it was gone, Harry felt slightly lost.

"I thought I could send you back in fifteen days, Harry." Merlin said, picking up on Harry's mood, "You are learning at a much faster rate than I thought you would."

"Really? That's great! Wait until Hermione hears that YOU said I'm a fast learner!" Harry visibly perked up at Merlin's announcement.

"Yes, really. Now come, young one. Arthur wishes to see you." Merlin chuckled at the teenager's exuberance.

"Dad? Can you tell me a story?"

Sirius smiled and turned back to face his son. Gently brushing a few locks of dark hair away from Mark's eyes he sat on the edge of the bed and made himself comfortable.

"What do you want to hear about?" Sirius asked. He knew Mark was thinking hard about his choice when the eleven-year-olds face puckered up into and adorable look of intense concentration.

"I don't know. Something…exciting."

"Exciting eh? I know just the thing. How would you like to hear about how Harry once had to fight a Dragon?"

"A dragon?" Marks eyes widened to almost comical lengths, "Cool!"

I doubt Harry would agree, Sirius thought, chuckling softly before launching into a description of the first task of the Tri-Wizard tournament. By the time he was done Mark had a look of awe on his face that could rival Colin Creevey's.

"Wow!" Mark breathed, "I want to be just like Harry!"

"That's a very worthy goal," a calm voice said. Father and son turned towards the door to find a Remus Lupin smiling at them.

"Yes," Sirius said, "But perhaps you can try not to get into so much trouble hmm?" Standing up, Sirius pulled the covers closer around Mark before kissing his son goodnight and exiting the room.

"Okay, Padfoot, Spill it." Remus said as they settled into armchairs in the teacher's common room.

" I don't know what you mean, Moony," Sirius replied. Remus just raised and eyebrow and Sirius gave in.

"It's Harry," Sirius confessed, "I'm worried about him."

"Harry is alright, Padfoot. Wouldn't Dumbledore be more concerned if he thought Harry were in danger?"

"I know I shouldn't worry, but I can't help it." Sirius sighed. "I just, I feel as if I've failed Harry in some way."

Remus stayed silent waiting for Sirius to continue.

"Intellectually, I know there's nothing I could have done to prevent James and Lily's murder," The ex-convict said, "but emotionally, well, I can't help but think that's it's my fault. Then Harry got stuck with those worthless muggles. Have you ever really looked at him Moony? I mean have you looked past the façade he puts up to the boy behind the scar? It's so tragic. He's grown up so fast. I mean, c'mon, name me one other sixteen-year-old boy that can cook a full dinner. Or do laundry. Or even one as polite as Harry!" Sirius trailed off unable to continue.

Remus stayed silent and gazed into the fire as he thought about what Sirius had said. Yes, Harry was different. But he always had been. Even at a year old he was an unusually quiet and sensitive child. When James and Lily were agitated, as they frequently had been, Harry was quiet. When they were happy, he would gurgle and giggle. When they were nervous, when they were sad, Harry would get teary and sniffle quietly. At thirteen Harry would have seemed rather prosaic for a famous person. Rather prosaic, that is, too less discerning eyes. Underneath the front he put up Harry was an intelligent, compassionate, talented individual who wanted so desperately to fit in.

Now, at sixteen, even a casual glance would tell that Harry was remarkable. He carried himself with unassuming confidence that could only be derived from experience. And Harry had experience in spades. His eyes told of horrors and pain nobody should have to witness or experience.

"You're right Padfoot," Remus finally said. "Harry is different. But don't you think he ought to be?"

"What do you mean?" Sirius asked raising his head from where he had burrowed it in his hands.

"Well do you really think Harry could fulfill the prophecy, and come out on top, if he were, for example, Ron?"

"Good point. That doesn't mean I have to like it though."

"Nor do I, Padfoot. Nor do I."

Harry was surprised he hadn't already passed out from the pain. It turns out the Cruciatus curse had been invented by Morgana Le Fay, Arthur's half sister. If Harry ever had the misfortune of meeting her, he was going to kill the witch.

Merlin had decided that Harry needed to become immune to the Cruciatus curse, which created an illusion of pain rather than actually inducing physical discomfort. That was all well and good except that the only way to immunize yourself against the curse was to build up mental shields so strong, nothing could break through them. They only way to establish such strong mental shields was constant exposure to pain until you learnt to block it out. Of course, one could put themselves under constant exposure to a curse that induces happy feelings but they were far harder to throw off. Merlin decided that Harry would throw of pain faster than he would happiness. Oh yes, Harry was going to kill Morgana. And Merlin. Most definitely Merlin.

To his credit, the aged wizard hadn't actually started the Cruciatus curse at first. Instead he started with a milder curse and gradually worked his way up. Harry never knew there were so many ways to cause pain. They had been working on this for a full day now and Harry's entire body felt like it was on fire. This was one part he was going to leave out when he got back to his own time. Well, for as long as he could anyway. Should this work; Harry didn't kid himself that he was going to be able to keep his newfound immunity to the Cruciatus Curse to himself.

Mentally preparing himself as he saw Merlin getting ready to throw another Cruciatus curse his way, Harry felt intense pain for a few seconds before he finally succeeded in throwing of the infamous spell.

"Excellent Harry!" Merlin called. "Just a few more times until you can throw it off without feeling of it's effects!"

So they continued for another half hour until Harry didn't feel the slightest twinge of pain from the curse. Finally allowing exhaustion to take over, Harry's head drooped as he dropped to his knees. Merlin approached and kneeled beside Harry with a goblet of a very strong Invigoration Draught.

"I am sorry for subjecting you to this Harry," Merlin said. He was having second thoughts about whether this was such a good idea after seeing the world-weary look in Harry's eyes.

"It's okay." Harry stood up and dusted himself off as the Invigoration draught worked its magic, "It's worth it now that the curse doesn't affect me." A huge yawn escaped Harry's mouth, "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to sleep for the rest of my life."

Merlin chuckled softly as he watched the sixteen-year-old trudge up to his room. Harry always seemed larger than life but it was times like these that made you realize he was, above all, just a boy.

Beatrice Mayberry couldn't help the surge of appreciation that ran through her at the sight of the young man's bare torso. He was lean, toned and tanned. The tattoos on his arms added a rebel appearance that was emphasized by his unruly black hair. Beatrice was the envy of many girls her age. Tall and slim with thick, silky blonde hair that was held back with a black ribbon and piercing hazel eyes, she had her fair share of suitors.

This stranger, however, intrigued her more than any other man she had ever met. Shaking these thoughts from her head she forced herself to concentrate on the task at hand. Beatrice was Merlin's nurse and as such was tending to Harry who was suffering a bout of magical exhaustion as well as overexposure to the Cruciatus curse. It seemed that Harry had been unconsciously drawing on his magical reserves to help see him through the lessons on blocking out the Cruciatus. Beatrice wouldn't even have known something was wrong if he hadn't passed out in the middle of the entrance hall.

Suddenly an explosion resonated through the castle with such force that Beatrice had to put a steadying had on a nearby desk to keep both the desk and herself from falling over. Immediately Harry sat bolt upright in bed, fully awake with no sign of his earlier ailments. He jumped from the bed and rushed out of the hospital wing before Beatrice had a chance to even think about protesting.

Harry dashed out of the castle in record time, transfiguring his pajama pants into robes as he did so. Once outside, brilliant emerald green eyes quickly assessed the situation before he leaped into action. Lancelot and the rest of Arthur's army were battling soldiers made of molten metal while Merlin faced a beautiful but sinister looking woman. Harry didn't need to be told who she was. According to what Merlin told him, only one woman could produce, and hold, a curse of such strength that Merlin visibly struggled to hold his shield up. Silently apparating behind Morgana, Harry threw a bolt of pure energy into the witch's back.

Morgana spun around, eyes widening as they fell on a smirking Harry Potter.

"Let me guess," Harry said, "You're the bitch I have to thank for the Cruciatus curse?"

Morgana's eyes narrowed in anger. She hadn't heard the term 'bitch' before but she could guess that it wasn't very complementary.

"Foolish boy! Do you know whom it is you address in such a manner."

"Yeah, yeah! Morgana le Fay, Dark Sorceress extraordinaire and all that jazz." Harry waved a dismissive hand, "Forgive me if I'm unimpressed."

"How dare you speak to me with such negligence? Perhaps you need a lesson in etiquette?"

"Perhaps I do," Harry agreed, "But you are hardly going to be the one to teach it to me." Without warning Harry launched into a forward tumble. Morgana's eyes widened slightly as the daggers she had subtly conjured to attack him from behind flew towards her instead. Had Morgana's shield gone up a second later than it did, she would have been stabbed in the chest with five daggers.

As the daggers fell to the ground, Morgana closed her eyes and growled softly in concentration. Suddenly her image blurred slightly then two witches appeared where one stood before. One went after Harry and the other Merlin.

Even thought she was considerably weaker in this split state, Harry found himself struggling to hold his own in a battle against her. Voldemort was one thing, trying to best Morgana le Fay, however, was a totally different story. Not even in his wildest dreams could Tom ever hope to match the power of this particular sorceress.

Merlin had no such problems, however and quickly banished his clone. Being the wise old mage that he is he decided to help Lancelot and his men leaving Harry to fight Morgana. This in itself might not be so bad but Morgana was now back to full strength and Harry, whether he showed it or not, was still suffering from side effects of the Cruciatus Curse. He didn't let this bother him though and inspiration struck. Rolling to the side to avoid a jet of black light, Harry did a back flip over a second spell then yelled out a charm he had last used in second year.

"Rictusempra!" A jet of royal blue magic flew out of Harry's wand and straight past Morgana le Fay's shield. As Harry suspected she had thrown up a shield that probably could have blocked most harmful curses but the tickling charm was hardly harmful. Morgana's icy blue eyes flew open in surprise as she started to laugh uncontrollably. Having effectively distracted her Harry threw a stunner at her but before it could hit he was thrown back by a powerful wave of inky black magic.

Harry was slammed against a tree where he stayed for a fraction of a second before falling limply to the ground. He was struggling to get up when another jet of light hit him and he found himself pinned spread eagle against said tree by invisible bonds.

Morgana le Fay stalked towards him and even from a distance Harry could tell that she was, to put it mildly, furious. As she came closer Harry noticed that her icy blue eyes had completely blanked over to reveal black, pupil less eyes. Oh shit! Harry thought. This is NOT good! No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than a jet of green light came hurling towards him. Unable to move, Harry closed his eyes and tried desperately to wandlessly conjure a slab of stone to intercept the curse. Usually he still needed his hands for wandless magic but this was an emergency and Harry really didn't want to die. Time seemed to slow down and Harry's panic increased as the seconds whiled away. Eyes still shut he idly wondered why the curse hadn't hit yet and slowly opened his eyes.

The sight that greeted him made Harry's eyes widen in awe. A beautiful creature was hovering in front of Harry. It had put up a shield only visible where the killing curse was pushing against it, the rippling green magic spread out like butter on dome shaped bread. The creature looked like a phoenix expect for the horn on its head and it was a pure, dazzling white colour with intense brown-gold eyes. A unix! Realization dawned upon Harry as he recalled reading about the mythical creatures and with it came a fresh wave of a astonishment. Uni were even rarer than Griffins and they hadn't been seen for centuries!

With the appearance of such a rare and powerful 'Light' creature, Morgana quickly disappeared taking with her her army of molten soldiers.

Harry's mind was racing. A Unix would only protect a wizard who was completely on the side of good. A wizard of unparalleled purity and bravery that was untainted by dark magic. So why would it protect him? Why would it protect someone who was linked to the most feared Dark Wizard in a century?

A millennium away Albus Dumbledore felt feeling of awe wash over him, which was quite unusual as he was currently taking a shower.

Author's Note: A huge thank you to my beta reader: Treck! The idea of a Unix is completely my own so please ask if you want to use it. Don't forget to review!