Awaken, Emrys

By BlueHot Chronicles

Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of BlueHot Chronicles. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended.

Author's Note:

This story came to me on November 2nd, 2017 and… again… it's yet another story that has made me lose focus on my Charmed crossover (*sigh* I really need to finish that story). This is a Harry Potter & Merlin BBC Crossover, but I am using Skyrim's Dragon Language for Merlin's dragon speech (Maybe… I'll see how it works and change it if I need to). There may be errors, but I hope not too much or they're negligible. Also, since Harry is Merlin, I will be showing more of Harry than Merlin, in the beginning, so please bear with me.

This was supposed to be a One-Shot… what is wrong with me?

Unfortunately, there's a lot going on in this story besides Harry being Merlin. I know I need to tone down all the extra subplots, but it's so hard and as it's fanfiction I like to go crazy, however, I guess not many people get my writing and I should really learn to make writing easier on myself. I have a feeling it's the issue I'm having with my Charmed crossover, but I'll cross and recross that bridge when I return to it.

This story will take a while for me to complete. For now, it's rated T.

Summary:

This is a Harry Potter is Merlin story. I really can't do a better summary than this, not for this story. Both Merlin and Harry are most likely OOC, especially Merlin. AU, First-Person POV only in the first chapter.

~~~(*)~~~(*)~~~

Prologue

Samhain, 1970

It is time.

I've grown weary of this life. Ages have passed since they've gone... my friends... my family... Arthur. My longing for their companionship, especially Arthur's, had abated long ago.

Arthur had returned to fulfil some destiny or other many times; sometimes he was male, sometimes female and not always had we gotten along - as he never recovers past memories. Arthur, King of Camelot was well and truly gone, now all I want to do is rest.

Yet, I've been forbidden the ultimate release... death.

I can choose to remain, learn about new discoveries or technologies as I did early on in my life, however, centuries ago I had been taught by a strange being - modern humans, if they'd met him, would call him either an alien or god's son - that there was another way for me to rest periodically.

So now I choose this path for the third time in my unending life. I am eager to rest, yet, there was also the lingering hope that my new family would be as perfect as it had been with my first mother, Hunith.

I look around at my manor home for the last time until my return; I know the Goblins would ensure my properties are well taken care of until such a time, and so I descend into my dungeon where I kept my Sorcery Chamber.

On entering the room, I closed and locked the door. With a bit of concentration, the Wards around my home became impregnable; nothing and no one was going to get in or out. Time was not allowed to age or corrupt any of my material possessions around the manor. My little companion, still in the chamber with me, was allowed to come and go as he pleased and knew how to keep himself safe; besides, their kind is normally long-lived, I'm not worried, he's a powerful little guy.

"Emrys, are you sure this is the right time? The Evil One is becoming stronger."

"I know this already, my friend, but I do not feel the Call to engage this enemy. I am weary... I need the rest that a reincarnation would provide me. And if I am to be here for Arthur to defeat this enemy, the Call will ensure my immediate rebirth instead of a years-long interim."

Wide and worried green eyes glared up at me for a moment, but I knew the little guy would give in. He knew how much better I felt after a reincarnation.

"Please, my friend," I said as I hunched down in front of him, "when I have gone, find yourself a wife as willing to learn as you, have some children. Teach them all I have taught you... I do not want you to be alone."

Without waiting for his answer, I went to the centre of the room where I'd already drawn the circle of runes and a number of alien and other occult symbols on the floor. I turned to face my little buddy, I could see the tears in his eyes as I began to chant the spell that would take my essence to Source.

"I... we will be awaiting your return, Emrys."

I could feel my Magick reaching for the Darkness and I smiled at my friend one last time.

"I'll see you later, Dobby."

~~~(*)~~~(*)~~~

Awareness came to me slowly, but I was still within a form of Darkness.

My new mother's womb.

I briefly wonder... again... at the knowledge that I'm currently a zygote and if it was possible that other unformed babies were as aware as I was at this stage. I sincerely hoped not.

I allowed myself to reach a state higher of consciousness, as sleep was impossible for me at this stage of gestation.

~~~(*)~~~(*)~~~

Nine years, that was all I'd been allowed to rest... nine years!

I sighed and wiggled a digit here and there to make sure my growth was going well. Only the knowledge that I didn't have to hide my magick in this life made my early reincarnation bearable.

Yes! My parents are magickal!

I'd gathered this by listening to my mother as she spoke to me, and sometimes my father when he makes an entry in his grimoire. I realised early on that this is a new occurrence for me - you know, having magickal parents - and I can't wait to be born.

~~~(*)~~~(*)~~~

They were arguing.

They never argued... what's happening?

I woke from a peaceful sleep to the empathic energy of my mother's distress and quickly cloaked my fragile body. There wasn't much I could do in the body of an unborn - even a newborn - baby, but my magick was enough to keep me safe.

If I remember correctly, my mother should be in the eighth month of her pregnancy... and I can tell that I'm upside down. This is weird.

"How could you ask me to do this?" my mother cried.

"I'm doing this for both of you, Lily... you and my son."

I sense both of their distress... please don't fight. I want my family whole and happy. Just this one time... please.

"No… you're doing this for you!"

Something that sounds like a door slams and I only sense the presence of my mother, and since I can feel the motion… it meant that my mother had just left my father.

Why does destiny keep doing this to me?

Don't I deserve to be happy?

To distressed and unwilling to harm my body, I chose to meditate until it's time to get out.

~~~(*)~~~(*)~~~

"Oh James, he's beautiful."

Why, thank you, mother. I think, recognising her voice, though it sounded different now I was outside her womb.

I look up at the other face hovering above me. Is that my father? Thank the gods! They'd worked things out while I'd been meditating… yes!

"He definitely has your smile, Lily. Look, he's smiling at me!"

Wait…

"Say hi to daddy, Harry."

What? Harry... that's the best name they could come up with? Who the...

"Welcome to the wizarding world, Harry James Potter."

I don't feel... right... but they're so happy to see me. It looks as though they love me already... what the hell... I smile and fall asleep to gushing coos.

~~~(*)~~~(*)~~~

I don't approve of my father's friends.

Sirius is so immature and I sense he doesn't like my mother; for a Werewolf, Remus is such a coward but I guess he's kinda nice, and couldn't these people sense the evil pouring off of Peter!

Don't my parents know that they're supposed to protect me from people like that? Instead, I'm surrounded by wizards who could hurt me, intentionally or not!

Although, yesterday I heard my parents and Sirius saying that Remus had disappeared. If I could snort, I would. Even I knew they believed the Werewolf was some kind of spy; forget the guy with evil smirks and giggles.

Imbeciles! I'm surrounded by imbeciles, I tell you!

~~~(*)~~~(*)~~~

Life with my new parents the past week had been amazing!

My father's friends hadn't been around at all and he's been retraining my tiny body to ride a broomstick again. Like I said... amazing.

As for my mother, sometimes I could sense a sadness within her that was understandable - although there was nothing I could do about it yet - but, she was a wonderful woman and she loved me.

Ten minutes ago, I sat in my crib and watched as my mother wrote a letter. She was crying and looking at me as she wrote it, and when she'd sealed it, she tapped it with her wand and the envelope had disappeared.

The house shook five minutes later.

"Lily, it's him!" I heard my father yell from downstairs. "Take Harry and run... I'll hold him off!"

I couldn't help myself in my young and fragile body... I cried when I could no longer sense my father. I watched helplessly as my mother closed the door and kneeled to look at me through the bars of the crib. She was crying too.

"Mama."

It was a parting gift, they'd been trying to get me to say it for some time now, but I'd been pretending ignorance. I knew that this Voldemort couldn't kill me... I think... but I knew my mother was about to die, especially as she cast an ancient spell over me that was completely unnecessary. The spell alone had already taken ahold of her life.

I couldn't stop crying and I kept calling for her... she was crying through her smiles as she cherished my final and only word to her. I wish I could say a spell or call my magick to save her, but I couldn't; the magick contained within me would destroy everything and everyone if I released it from this untrained body.

She was begging for my life now from the fully cloaked man who'd blasted through the door.

He gave her the chance to save herself.

"Mama, wun"

She didn't hear me over her pleading. The evil wizard gave her two more chances to leave.

Please, mother! Run, Please! I could barely hold back my magick, I want to save her!

"Avada Kedavra!"

She was gone.

I looked up as the cloaked evil came closer to my crib... he pointed his wand at my face, and I waited. Mum died for me. I will allow her magick to do what it needed to do.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A blast of green light hit me in the face.