Hi! I've already posted this story before but this time it is going to be better than it was. I promise! Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the parts of northern lights/ golden compass that may appear in this story. I'm only going to do this once cos' I hate writing them every chapter.

# blah # Merlin speaking in person's head

"blah" Normal speech

"blah" Thoughts

~blah~ Parseltongue

"blah" Foreign language

Prologue

An old man stood in a cave deep inside a mountain, in his hometown Wales. It was silent except for the slow trickling of water running down the sides of the cave. He looked quite old but he held himself tall and proud. His face was lined by long silvery white hair and on his chin was a beard to match. He was wearing plain but finely made robes with a gold trim that made him appear more regal. He stood in the middle of seven candles that were arranged in a circle, with a stone basin in front of him which was filled with a silvery red liquid that was moving slowly. On the edge of the stone basin was a ceremonial dagger, which had a small amount of blood on it, and a jewel encrusted gold goblet, that was empty.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" the old man, Ambrosias, asked to seemingly thin air.

# Yes I'm sure. I have done this a few times before # Merlin, in his head, answered a little sadly.

Ambrosias sighed and continued putting memories of his life with Merlin being in his head. After a moment of silence he spoke up and said,

"Who will you be reincarnated in to next time? Do you know?"

# No, I don't know. I don't know when I will end up either. The only thing I know will be that the person I'm in will need help, like you did. #

Ambrosias looked at the potion, saw that it was done and sighed again.

"Well this is it I suppose; I hope my name lives on long into the future and more importantly that you remember me for as long as you live."

# I am sorry I can not do more for you my friend but I'm afraid that I cannot stop death. As soon as I leave your strength will fail you # Merlin said remorsefully.

"No, you have to live on and if I leave it any longer I will not have strength enough to send you on your way" Ambrosias answered forcefully as he put in the diary he had found at seventeen. It was a plain black one, not unlike the one Tom Riddle will have when he is sixteen. The diary contained all the things Merlin had achieved and learned. It was to be sent with the soul into the future and would be received by the host and companion of Merlin's soul. The potion flashed a sunset pinky-purple (1) colour and hissed, telling Ambrosias that it was done and ready to drink. He gathered the liquid in the waiting goblet and said, "This is it my old friend, goodbye and good luck on saving the future world". Ambrosias then downed the goblet and shouted the words,

"Tribuo vita ut animus secundum meus mortis!"(2)

AN: I have written this story before but now it is way better hopefully :) Please tell me what you think!

(1) Pink signifies balance between the spiritual and the material. Indigo signifies a seeker, often of spiritual truth.

(2) Means "give life to the soul after my death." Well vaguely, I dropped Latin for a good reason.

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