Just something that came to mind while surfing through me favs list! Hope you all enjoy!

Warning: Mentions of Blood and Scabs (Umbridge Blood Quill), Fluff, Fluff, and Arthur (and the knights) expressing their dislike for the state that Merlin is found in.

Merlin knew that, at the beginning of this whole thing, his messing with aging potions was not something that he should do. But he is finding that he has been stuck at that in between age where he is old enough to know better and yet young enough to do it.

However, he found himself stuck in the eleven year old range now and he was not all that happy about it.

Merlin should have also known that with his luck he should never be the one asking how things could get worse.

Fate just hated him at the moment.

Deloris Umbridge. Merlin hated her, no Merlin like to think as himself as being the type of man (child) that didn't necessarily hate people (Morgana and Uther being the exceptions) he disliked people with his entire immortal being (Mordred for example) but he wasn't one to hate people.

As he reached across him to the jug of juice, the scab on his recently recovering hand tore open and he let out a hiss as he pulled it back.

He could see out of the corner of his eye that curly haired witch, Hermione, looking at him with that look. The look that Gwen had worn when he had tried to catch her favorite bracelet and ended up with a broken wrist and Arthur giving him this sort of annoyed but amused look as the Queen helped the then manservant to stand.

He ignored it then and he ignored it now.

He pulled his hand back, not wanting the juice quite as much now, and peered at the small lettered scars/scabs. He could heal himself just fine, if he really wanted to, but that would look strange and blow his cover as being the actual all powerful Warlock instead of being the clumsy too interested in Legends and very quite weirdly nice 2nd year.

So he blinked back tears as he scratched at the scabs trying to get rid of the blood droplets starting to sprout on top of it. Thinking back, he wasn't really sure what had gotten him set up in Umbridge's detentions anymore, but he was sure that at the time he had enjoyed it. Now though, not so much.

He glared up at the so called 'Professor' and stifled a smile as the cider in her cup bubbled over onto her overly pink covered lap. He turned his head just in time to miss

her eyes making contact with the side of his head suspiciously.

Merlin turned back to his less appealing plate and absentmindedly rubbed at his eyes as the food made his stomach roll in waves.

To say he was exhausted would be an understatement. With the so called all powerful dark lord (even though he was a wannabe at best) Merlin still had his hands full in trying to keep the balance.

Sleep was not his priority at the moment, so you'd have to excuse him. Merlin was taking an involuntary trip down memory lane when he was pulled from his thoughts by the girl next to him gasping and pointing at something in the front of the room.

A light filled the room, a bright unnatural light. A hand landed on his shoulder and he jumped from his seat in alarm, eyes drifting from the light, the beautiful lady (Freya!) and the 2nd year caught in the middle of it. Everyone was aware of Umbridge talking, saying something that fell on un-hearing ears as Dumbledore and McGonagall stood from their seats, students moved away and some found themselves frozen in a sort of frozen horror fascination.

"Its time my love, the time you have waited so long for, it has arrived at last"

The Beautiful women touched the 2nd year's face with her soft looking hand before she faded out of existence.

Nobody moved.

Save for the ghosts around the room. The stopped where they were and starred between the supposed 2nd year they called a friend and the newly arrivals.

Before, slowly, they bowed.

He didn't want to turn around, for he feared that this might be a dream and should he turn around that he would laugh at him for being a fool and then he would wake up yelling out his name and feeling like a complete idiot. Again.

But then...

"Merlin?"

The not so 2nd year spun around.

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