Title: Rinascere
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Merlin.
Summary/Plot: Harry goes into the light only to come out once again.
Reason: I was online when I came across this rather peculiar quote: What if when we die the light at the end of the tunnel we see is just being pushed out another vagina?"And this question: Why is it that Harry is always Merlin? Why can't he be Arthur? Then this idea was born.
Chapter One: Phoenix Ashes
As Harry lay dying he couldn't help but let out a bitter hallowed laugh. Of all things in the world, after everything he went through, after everything he survived. This is how he was going to die… by a muggle weapon? No doubt, he could already hear Malfoy's haughty laughter and see Voldemort's livid face at losing to a gun. He let out a snort, coughing slightly as blood dripped from the sides of his mouth from the action.
How will everyone react to this? How will his wife, children, godson and friends react to him dying? Him leaving? A tear slid down his cheek as he thought of everything he will miss.
"I don't want to go." Harry whispered as his version blurred and darken.
He was going numb, Harry noted as he eyes closed against his will and his body shut down. Sirius was right, dying was like falling asleep except scarier.
With a regretful face Harry James Potter died at exactly 5:02 pm in muggle London saving a little girl from being kidnapped. He was shot five times in the stomach and was dead before the paramedics came. The little girl's family will always be grateful to him.
He his only regret was leaving his family.
With narrowed eyes, Death stared at the soul of his master calculating. Never before had a mortal held his interest for so long and Death has meant many mortal in his time. But Harry Potter has proven himself special once again and strangely he had no desire to take Mr. Potter's soul. After all who knows when he'll have such fun again? He knew just what to do to his master soul.
When Harry awoke again he was surprised. Didn't he just die? And why did he have the strange desire to scream his lungs out?
He opened his eyes only to grimace at the brightness that hurt his eyes as he looked around. The room he was in was large and comfortable looking even if there were bloodied towels covering the floor. On the bed laid a gorgeous woman with blonde hair. She looked like she was sleeping a small smile on her pink plumped lips but he knew she wasn't if the sight of blood soak sheet beneath her was enough to go by. For some reason he was sad but… he didn't know this woman.
A scream from his right turned his attention to the crying man at the door. The sight of a golden crown shown he was a king of some sort.
"Ygraine." The man quietly sobbed. Harry's heart broke. This was probably the same face Ginny had while looking at his dead body.
An old plump-looking man clad in a robe walk forward to the fallen king a sadden look of his aged face. "My king," he asked.
With bloodshot eyes Uther glared at the man. "Leave me Gaius. Just leave me…"
"Forgive me my king, but here is your son." Gaius said picking Harry up from the arms of the Queen's head-maid. "Ygraine whispered the name Arthur before she… past, Sire. Arthur Pendragon."
Harry screamed in shocked.
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