Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Summery: Harry always dreams of a handsome man with grey eyes. Sometimes he is riding a horse and carrying a staff, in others he weilds a sword with a ruby hilt in one hand and a wand in the other. Going into his forth year at Hogwarts Harry is forced to compete in the Tri-Wizard's Tornament, but also has to death with Sirius Black breaking out of Azkaban. And if what everyone says if true then Sirius wants Harry dead.
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"Faster!" Merlin shouted, pushing the white horse past its breaking point. He could hear its heaving beaths over the howling wing as it dashed through forest ignoring the pelting rain. He could feel its muscles strain and tremble on the verge of collapsing, but it didnt matter. He had to get Arthur to Avalon no matter the costs.
"Merlin, we're not going to make it." Arthur managed to get out through pain clenched teeth.
"Don't say that Sire, we will! You can't die, we are so close to forming Albian, we can finally-" Merlin was cut off by the sob that forced its way out past the choking lump in his throat. The tears that had been threatening to fall finally spilled. They broke through the tree line and the horse reared as Merlin brought it to a stop. Dismounting he carried Arthur bridal style to the edge of the lake, his only hope.
"Lady of the Lake, send the boat. The King has been mortally wounded and only the healers of Avalon can save him! Please answer my plea!" He watched as a unnatural fog rolled in slowly and with it a boat only large enough for two.
"Look at me Merlin." Arthur wheezed. Looking down at the king in his arms, his grey eyes softened as they met emerald green. "The boat won't make it in time, I can feel my time coming to a end."
"Please Arthur, don't talk like that. Look the boat is almost here!" He pleaded as he nealt and cradled Arthur close to himself feeling his warmth start to waver.
"Take all the magicals and hide them. I am tthe last of the Pendragons, the people will rise up to try and destroy them once they know I'm dead."nBreaking off into a bloody fit Merlin silently begged the boat to come faster, "I love you Merlin, never forget that. We will meet again in our next life." merlin watched with dread as long dark lashes slowly closed over emerald eyes, his breathing stuttering to a stop. The howling wind slowed into a gentle breeze that made his beloveds long black hair sway as the rain slowed to a steady drizzle. Arthur was dead Merlin thought numbly.
He would never see his bright smile aimed only for him again. Never see Arthur's plump lips for a pout over his short height. Never watch as his nose scrunched up when he was deep in thought. Never hear him wimper in pleasure under him late in the night after everyone else was in the castle was surely asleep. Trembling Merlin shook his head, this couldn't be happening. Morgan and his army's was finally dead, they was finally going to bring their relationship out into the open.
Throwing his head back he screamed out his rage and pain to the heavens. His king, his love, his soulmate was gone. Dropping his head, Merlin sobbed as he kissed every inch of Arthur's face, rocking as he held his loves limp and rapidly cooling body as close as he could.
-HP-
"Salazar, please don't leave me again." Godric begged with tear filled grey eyes, shoulder length curly hair framing his normally cheerful handsome face.
"We both know I won't survive," He said with tears running down his pale cheeks. Once bright emerald green eyes dull with pain. "Don't let Stephen take control of Hogwarts. If the muggleborns die, then so will magic from inbreeding." Salazar managed to choke out past dry cracked lips.
"I won't I swear." Godric watched as a smile formed on his loves face. Even in death he was beautiful. Screaming again in rage and pain Godric grabbed the chair he was sitting in and threw it against the wall. Dropping to his knees he held Salazar's lifeless hand as he cried and cursed fate that once again took his soulmate. Why did this have to happen to them?
"Godric, I'm sorry but Stephen's army is at the gates. We need to prepare for battle." Helga said with tears glinting in her eyes. Taking a deep breath Godric kissed his beloveds hand one last time as he climbed to his feet. Drawing his sword and flicking his wand from it's holster he left the bed chamber that he once shared with Salazar knowing soon he would be with his Sire again. In their next life nothing and no one would part them again, he vowed, not even death.