General Disclaimer: I do not own or have any part of Harry Potter or Merlin.

Author's Note: I had a similar story that I wrote a few years ago under another pen name but took down. I came across the story in my archive and decided to revamp it.

A/N #2: I have re-written past of this chapter because I was finding it hard to continue the story with Harry being an infant. I decided that it would be better to rework the story with Harry arriving in the past as his teenage self. However, instead of starting the story after Harry's fourth year; I've decided to advance the story to the Christmas break during his sixth year.

Summary: Unbeknownst to Harry he subjects of not one, but two prophecies'. The first prophecy is far older than the one spoken by Trelawney. This first prophecy is one enacted by magic itself. It speaks of an ouroboros, a symbol of self-reflexivity or cyclicality, especially in the sense of something constantly re-creating itself, the eternal return, and other things such as the phoenix which operate in cycles that begin anew as soon as they end. (Wikipedia definition). However, in this instance, the Ouroboros is not a symbol, but a person. This person is Harry Potter. Harry is fixing to find out that his destiny lies in the past, as well as, the present. After all he is the Phoenix King and he is one person who can alter the course of not just the past, but the future of magical Britain.

Timeline:

Hogwarts is said to be founded c. 990 A.D. or the late 10th century on the lexicon site. While historically the events in the Arthurian Legends take place in the late 5th to early 6th century. In my story sorcerers/sorceress live longer lives and age slower than their Wizarding counterparts (who can live to be 150-200 years old) because of the level of magical power. So, it wouldn't be unreasonable for Merlin, Morgana, Morgause and Harry being some of the last of the great Sorcerers/Sorceress to live to be five hundred or greater. The only other exception would be the Flamel's, Nicholas and Pernelle, who were truly the last of the sorcerer level magician's. At least until Harry Potter is born.

Author's Key:

"Speech"

*"Speech in Language's other than English" *

^Thoughts^

^ "Telepathy" ^

+ "Verbal Magic being Cast" +

+ Non-verbal Magic being cast +

Canon Book/Movie Dialogue

…Flashbacks/Flash-forwards…

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Ouroboros

Book 1-The Circle Continues


Chapter 1-To the Past


Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Samhain/Halloween

6th year

Try as he might Harry Potter was unable to sleep. His troubled mind kept replaying the events of the last five years. Nothing had gone right since he had entered the Magical world. At first, the idea that he wasn't a freak like his aunt and uncle claimed was a relief. Then, the first time he entered Diagon Alley was the moment that he was a wizard and belonged to this new magical world was exciting. He did have a moment of doubt about this new world when he learned of the real way his parents died and that he was famous, but he soon got over his trepidation when he made his first real friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

The adventures that the trio had over the years were increasingly perilous with each year that past, but the last two years had been the worst of the lot. His fourth year had been made all the harder by the announcement of the Tri-Wizard Tournament and then the everyone thinking that he had somehow cheated when he was named the fourth champion. Then, there was his falling out with his best friend, Ron, but at least he still had his anchor in his friend, Hermione. Ron eventually came around by the end of the tournament, but this happy time was made terrible by Cedric Diggory murder and Voldemort's return from whatever half-life he had been living.

Harry's fifth year started off worse than any other. First, there was the attack by Dementors, then a trumped-up trial, which nearly saw him expelled except Dumbledore stepped in to represent him at the trial only for the Headmaster to ignore him for the rest of the year. It didn't help that the entire British Wizarding world thought he and Dumbledore were mad for daring to say that the darkest lord in modern history had somehow returned to life. The Ministry had even placed one of their lackeys within Hogwarts to spy on him and Dumbledore and to persuade anyone from believing that he was telling the truth. The Minister's lackey, Umbridge, only succeeded in alienating everyone at the castle. By Christmas holidays a rebel defense group had been set up with Harry teaching his fellow students about everything he knew about Defense Against the Dark Arts. Harry didn't want to even think about the disaster that was his date with Cho Chang. The end of the year saw Dumbledore driven from Hogwarts in a tactical retreat and Harry leading his friends on an ill-fated rescue attempt of his godfather Sirius Black. All Harry had managed to do was lead his friends into a trap. They were rescued by members of the Order of Phoenix, but by the end of the night everyone had been hurt and Sirius was dead. The only plus side was that Voldemort was exposed in such a way that the Ministry could no longer deny that the evil wizard his back from the grave.

^ This can't go on! ^ Harry bitterly thought. ^ So far this year is looking to be the worst of the lot. Ron's busy with Lavender and Ginny has Dean. I'm happy for them, really, I am. I'm happy that their able to find love in these dark times. I just which that Hermione would stop being mad at me. I'm getting sick of her putting me down and her longing glances at Ron. ^

Harry was only making himself more upset. So, he tossed the covers off with an angry sigh. He sat up in the plush bed before grabbing his wand off the bedside table. Harry cast + "Tempus" + to check the time. The red letters that appeared from his wand glowed 11:00. ^ Great! I've only been in bed for an hour ^ Harry thought. Looking around at his snoring roommates, envious of how easy their lives seemed to be.

He decided that he would try to get some sleep. He had just gotten comfortable and began to doze off when he was startled awake by a feminine voice calling, "Harry." Believing it was a figment of his imagination he turned over and tried to go back asleep. "Harry, come to me. We need you." Unable to resist the sweet words of the unknown seductress. Harry felt the need to follow the pull of magic. Getting out of bed, he grabbed his wand from the nightstand before making his way out of the boy's dormitory.

He quietly made his way down the stairs where he noticed a cloaked figure standing by the fireplace. "Hello? Who's there?" he calls softly.

There before stood a beautiful woman with raven locks of hair and entrancing green eyes appeared dressed in clothing reminiscent of days long past to the mysterious intruder. Harry inhaled sharply as she smiled a seductively at him, beckoning him to follow her. "My beloved, you must hurry. Time is of the essence."

"Wait! Stop!" Harry spoke as the woman retreated from the Gryffindor dorms through the now opened portal. In typical fashion, Harry rushed after the unknown woman without thinking

Following the sounds of the woman's footsteps echo in the castle's corridors and the sounds of her angelic voice, "Follow me, my love, the circle must be completed."

He made his way out of the castle into the cool night air without any trouble. He noticed that he had somehow made his way to the Clock Tower courtyard where the feeling of powerful magic washed over him. Harry chased after the cloaked woman, feeling an overwhelming pull from his magic towards her and where ever she was going. He knew that he should be frightened, but instead felt a sense of longing deep with him that only going towards the arcane magic would satisfy.

Harry followed the woman across the long wooden bridge and down towards the ancient circle of Standing Stones. Entering the circle, Harry stopped to catch his breath, "please, tell me who are you?" The feeling of his magic drummed loudly within his very soul. It loudly echoed a song long forgotten to the magic users of today. A song of excited anticipation and stories of times and magic long past.

Suddenly, the drumming sound of the older magic coalesced in the night air. Harry wanted to run away to find help, but his legs would not obey him. The seductress's hold on him was too strong. As he moved closer to the tallest standing stone it began to glow brightly with engraved runes. The stone's surface shimmered in the moonlight like the mirror of the Black lake that could just be seen in the distance.

The gorgeous seductress raises the hood of crimson traveling cloak and flashed Harry a coy smile before stepping into the stones as if it were a doorway and disappearing to the other side. Harty couldn't help his disappointment at the disappearance of the beautiful maiden. So, like any foolish Gryffindor, he rushed into the unknown after her.

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"What? Where am I?" Harry questioned the thick mist as it swirled around him. The heavy mist engulfed him in its embrace.

From a distance, he heard chanting and the sound of a heavy drum beat. Multiple voices could be heard chanting "Back! Back you go!"

The voices echoed as if he stood a large cavern. Harry couldn't make any sense of the words be spoken. A sharp pain exploded from his head dropping him to his knees. "Ugh!" he yelled in pain. His yell of pain matched by the scream of unearthly agony. A dark mist escaped the confines of his scar to dissolve into nothingness, but the voice ignored his pain and that of the wraith.

"The darkness that taints the Phoenix will be banished… the goddesses will be done…for the magic of old to abound…the ouroboros must come full circle…magic must unite …to a time, long thought past…"

He felt warm liquid flow from his scar. Bring his hands in front of his face he barely recognized the blood that coated his hands. The smell blood was thick in the air. The voice continued to chant in the distance as he noticed the mist swirl about him. The mist formed images of men in chainmail and armor battling. A man in shining armor with eyes of blue and a head of golden hair was being crowned king by a priestess.

The next group of images had the same man wore a cloak of red and a gold dragon adorned in the center of the field. The king's marriage and infidelity with the wife of his best friend and closest ally passed in front of his eyes. The king's bastard daughter being raised by his friend.

The images continued with the king pleading with the priestess for a son. The priestess reluctantly agrees only after warning the king of the dangers.

"…two kings born in different times…the firstborn of the dragon…the second born of the Phoenix and the great serpent…Harry views the image of the king weeping over his dead queen, a baby being held in by a physician in the distance.

He watched as the King's men ransacked villages killing all who tried to flee. "...the goddesses children shall be avenged…" The images of the dragon king sentencing countless men, women, and children to death because they possessed magic passed before his eyes as tears fell down his cheeks.

The next images of Harry meeting the woman who had beckoned him to follow her into the mystical standing stone. "…from the future he comes to right the wrongs of the past…the goddess's champion will save the dragon's daughter …" Another image shows a young clumsy manservant.

Harry then sees a more heavily scared and older, by a few years, version of himself pull a sword from a stone. "

Next, the vision changes to where he can see himself wearing black armor behind there is a banner that has a gold phoenix with wings expanded and tipped upward pose and head facing front, a sword clasped in one talon and a blackthorn branch (with its berries, flower and long, sharp thorn) clutched in its other talon on a field as black as the night sky and in the top left corner of the banner a silver dragon biting his tail flew in a circle, standing in front of a crowd gathered in a Great Hall similar to the one at Hogwarts.

"…together they shall fight to protect magic children, but this shall be in vain… only the old dragon's death shall unite brother and sister once more to strike a lasting peace…"

The foretelling words went unheard as Harry had slipped into unconsciousness. The mist continued to swirl around him wrapping him a cocoon of warmth. The magic of the ancient mist stripping away the damage done to his body and magic by the years spent carrying a piece of the Dark Lord around in his head. His memories suppressed by old magic.

In his hand, his cherished Holly and Phoenix feather wand ignites in flames from the intensity of the ancient magic. The flaming feather wraps around his right wrist branding his skin and muscle to merge with his magical pathways, reinforcing them until he can learn to channel the magic of old. Harry sees or feels none of this as he's passed out. The enchanting voice gave way to the darkness.

(Scene Change)

Isle of the Blessed

The High Priestess, Nimueh gathers her followers and her apprentice, Morgause, to pray to the goddess for help in her fight against her enemy, Uther Pendragon. This night, her please, do not go unanswered. For a few feet above the alter portal opens, as young teen lands upon an altar unconscious.

The leader of the women moves, quickly, to the altar where she observes the teen. The woman observes the mysterious boy closely sensing the powerful magic that flow through him. The High Priestess notices the strange clothes on the boy but gives them little thought when her eyes are drawn to his right wrist. Nimeuh, grasps the boy's wrist curiously taking note of the feather patterned tattoo of vibrant red and gold color. She moves her fingers over the brand receiving a shock as her magic connects with his. The mixing of magic gave her a small glimpse into the boy's mind long enough to pick up a name, Harry.

^ How common? ^ She muses ^ Not fitting for the goddess's champion. Perhaps, Henry. Yes, that will be much better. ^ The priestess's eyes are drawn to his left wrist that has begun to glow. The glow continues to brighten before it dims, a gold dragon biting its tail now adorns the boy's wrist. ^ The Ouroboros! Could it possibly be? ^ The Priestess eyes shift to see a leather cord adorning the boy's neck. Reaching for the cord she reveals a recognizable heir's signet ring. The ring had an emerald so dark in color as to almost appear black with an etching of Phoenix in gold clutching a sword and a blackthorn twig was in the center of the emerald while a silvery like substance flowed through a Celtic stylized dragon ouroboros surrounded the rare jewel. ^ How very interesting!? ^

Nimueh smiles to herself, turning to her coven sisters, she says, "My sisters our goddess has heard our prayers. This night she has sent us a powerful sorcerer, a warrior, to help our cause, to save our brother and sisters. This night the Blackthorne coven has an heir."

"Morgause, have the servants prepare chambers for our guest. As soon as he is able we must begin his training." The priestess addresses her blonde-haired apprentice.

"At once, priestess." The blonde-haired, blue-eyed, nods before leaving her mentor to attend to the boy.

(Scene Change)

Camelot

A young woman, of 19, with raven locks and light green eyes sleeps fitfully in her plush bed. The woman's dreams are once again disturbed by events not yet passed. The beautiful woman observes a scrawny, raven-haired boy with emerald green eyes, face the loss of his parents to an evil wizard before the evil man turns his wand on the young boy. She then watches as the boy, now orphaned, grows up amongst his hateful relatives. The ward of Uther Pendragon watches helplessly as the boy learns of magic and the trials he faces each year at the magic school. As it was late at night no one was witness to the glow that encircled the woman's left wrist. The glow settled and sank into the young girl's wrist in the form of a gold phoenix biting its tail before disappearing completely.


End of Chapter notes: I re-wrote this chapter because I was having trouble continuing the story from the previous version. I also changed around some of the Ouroboros prophecies, so the events described line up more with where I want the story events to take place. I do hope everyone enjoyed this story so far. I decided to keep this chapter short so that I could focus making sure I introduced the story idea.