My first crossover! This chapter is Merlin's introduction, Snape's will follow soon! I hope you like it and can R&R!
This could be fairly long depending on the response and reviews but I do have a storyline planned.
I do not own BBC's Merlin or Harry Potter!
"Come on Merlin, we'll never catch the hippogriff at this rate!" Arthur shouted over his shoulder to his manservant, Merlin, who was running up the sloped floor of the woods, panting and trying to keep up.
"Sorry, Sire," said Merlin, finally reaching his King, "What exactly is it we're looking for again?"
"Oh for goodness' sake, Merlin, you were at council when it was announced. Sometimes I don't know what goes through that head of yours; it must be full of straw!" Arthur rolled his eyes, "Head of an eagle. Body of a horse. Big. Savage. Ring any bells?"
Merlin gave Arthur what he hoped was a dignified glare, "But we don't know it can even be found in this part of the Kingdom. And if it does, how do we know it's savage?"
"It's eight feet tall with talons!"
"But Gaius said that they only attack when provoked. Perhaps the villagers were wrong. Maybe if we just leave it alone-" Merlin stopped suddenly when he caught a glimpse of Arthur's pitying face.
"Aw, I should have known," He sighed, "You're scared, aren't you?"
Merlin opened his mouth to protest, but Arthur had already opened his to speak again.
"It's alright. It won't hurt you if I'm here," Merlin hated the way Arthur was looking at him, like he was some fool. All he wanted to do was to prove himself. But obviously that option was out of the equation.
Arthur was still laughing his arrogant little chuckle when a shadow fell over him. Merlin looked up to see a large beaked face above Arthur's.
The hippogriff! Merlin thought excitedly. His eyes fell over its beautiful feathers and its long lean silver body. He was in awe. However, as usual, Arthur didn't share his sentiments.
"Merlin, look!" he laughed, "We've only gone and walked into the beast's land! Come on then, let's have you!" Arthur stepped forwards and swung his sword through the air in his signature threatening style. The beast, however, was looking more and more annoyed by the second. It obviously didn't like being disturbed by Kings, especially ones who looked like they were about to cut its head off.
"Arthur," said Merlin warily, "Maybe you should step back,"
But Arthur, being Arthur, wasn't having any of it. He merely chuckled and advanced on the beast, eyes focused on where its feathered head met its body.
"Cover me, Merlin" He took a final, bold step towards the beast, but was soon thrown back as the hippogriff flapped its wings and reared towards the King, sending him flying across the leafy floor. Making a noise like nothing Merlin had ever heard before, he advanced on Arthur with what must have been a determined look.
Merlin stood, helpless as Arthur lay on the ground. But – wait – the King's eyes were fixed on the beast's flailing claws rather than Merlin. Now was his chance.
"Gemildgian aewiht,"he whispered, but still the beast advanced on the now terrified man. "Gemildgian!"Merlin hissed, more forcefully this time, "Alicgan!"
Slowly, finally, the hippogriff began to calm. It stopped rearing, at least, and Arthur was able to shuffle backwards until he was a safe distance away. Merlin breathed a sigh of relief, as he watched the beautiful creature back away, mesmerised. He had began to regain his sense of calm and was about to cross to Arthur, but the King was already off the floor, and seizing his advantage against the quieter beast, he drew his sword and thrust it into the hippogriff's heart. Letting out a horrible groan, it fell to the ground as Arthur withdrew his weapon triumphantly, watching with pride as his latest kill sunk to the earth.
"Well, that's that!" Arthur turned round to Merlin and grinned at him, "Although, Merlin, I must say that you weren't very helpful there. If it hadn't backed off I would have been in a lot of trouble!" Annoyance filled his eyes now and he rounded on his manservant.
"Well, Merlin?" he demanded, "Were you planning on letting it finish me off?" Merlin began to object, but then stopped. Again, there was no way to reveal what he had done. Arthur gave him another angry glare; one that he knew promised extra work and punishments later on, and began to retreat down the woody hill they had previously climbed.
Merlin watched him follow in incredulity and irritation. Once more he had saved the King, and once more he had been unable to take credit. He sighed. It seemed that every time he used his magic for good, it went unnoticed. And for the first time in his life, as he watched King Arthur walk away with his signature strut, Merlin asked himself what would happen if he defied everyone and used his magic to achieve something for himself. Could Merlin become like Morgana? Could he become a dark wizard?