For the likes of us
I do not own Harry Potter or Merlin no matter how much I love them both.
Summery: Merlin has lived through magic that had kept him ageless. he is residing at Hogwarts, where deep down under ground he keeps a secrete. will Arthur and the others be awoken? Will Merlin finally revel that he has not died? Will he join the fight against Voldemort? or will he just stand by and watch? and does Arthur have magic?
Chapter 1
Merlin walked the halls of Hogwarts quietly, unseen and unheard. He knew where he was heading, he was heading towards the dungeons. Although not the dungeons where potions lessons toke place or where the slytherin common room was but lower, deeper down. Merlin had made a life altering choice long ago. He saved the ones he loved: Gaius, Gwaine, Elyan, Leon, Percival, Gwen, and Arthur. Merlin placed them all in a deep ageless sleep. He himself had not aged he still looked the young age of 22. he came upon a portrait of himself as 80 year old Emrys, sleeping peacefully. "Questing Beast." he said very clearly. The portrait jumped to life. "I ache all over." Emrys grumbled. "I know, if you found a bed it would be easier on your back." Merlin said, it was a code, a password of sorts. "Well go on in." I grumbled. Letting the frame swing open reviling a passage deep down. Merlin walked slowly down the damp cold stairs. It was dark as night meant to scare away any unwanted guests. He created a small flame in his hand and held it low closer to his feet than his head. The only light that could be produces was actual fire. When he was almost t the bottom a torch hung from the wall. He lifted his hand setting it alight. Grabbing hold of it he continued down the last few steps. He tosses the torch down sending a great fiery light around the room. There in the middle f the room was the round table. And sitting around it was each one of his friends. He walked around touching each one's shoulder incarnating the spell that has kept them there in the ageless slumber. Tears slipped out of his eyes as he once again place the spell on his king and his best friend, Arthur. He could recall all the times he called Arthur a prat, all the times Arthur called him an idiot. Merlin quickly cleaned off any cobwebs that hung on his friends and left, letting the fire die out. Wiping the tears from his eyes he walked up to the Head master's office. He walked up to a gargoyle that kept guard of the Headmaster's Office. "Lemon Drop."he mumbled. The gargoyle jumped aside reveling a staircase. He climbed the staircase with ease, and knocked on the door. He at last learned the lesson Arthur had tried to teach him since he had become his servant. "Come in." he heard Dumbledore shout. Merlin opened the door and saw an aged man with graying blonde hair sitting in the chair in-front of Dumbledore's desk. "I'm sorry Albus I did not know you had a guest." Merlin said politely. "Not at all my friend, come you can join us." Albus said. Merlin scuffled forward and sat next to the man. ""Cornelius Fudge this is my dear friend Merlin." Dumbledore introduced them. "We were talking about the triwizard tournament, being held here this year." Dumbledore informed Merlin. "I thought the mêlée sounded like fun." Merlin mumbled rolling his eyes and slouched in the chair. "What did you just say?" Fudge asked. "I said I thought that sounds like fun." Merlin said quickly regaining a proper sitting posture. Merlin found the dirt under his finger nails quite interesting as the two aged men talked.
He went back to every time he was in Arthur's chambers. "Ah, Sir Darien. He's here for the mêlée." Arthur said looking out the window. "Oh, yeah. The tournament where the knights ride around hitting each other with blunt weapons for no good reason." Merlin joked making hand gestures as he walked towards Arthur's table. "A little more to it than that." Arthur said making Merlin stop and turn around with a doubtful look on his face. "Really? All I've ever seen is people getting the seven bells knocked out of them so that the last man standing can be called the winner." He joked making a gesture of victory. "The mêlée is the ultimate test of strength and courage." Arthur explained very seriously as he put on his over belt. "Are you sure we're talking about the same thing?" Merlin asked confused. "Well, I wouldn't expect you to understand. You're not a knight." Arthur said turning his back on Merlin, his way of ending a conversation. "Oh, well if it means I don't get clobbered 'round the head, I'm glad of it." Merlin said turned and continued to the table. "I'm afraid it doesn't." Arthur said grabbing a cup and chucked it at the back of Merlin's head. He then went a little further in time. "You will be ready by sunrise, won't you Merlin?" Arthur said pushing coins into his hand. "If I don't know where we're going, how do I know what to pack? Will it be hot? Will it be cold? Will it be wet? Will it be dry?" Merlin asked quickly. "Don't be such a girl, Merlin. We're not going on holiday." Arthur whined rolling his eyes. "Holiday? What's a holiday?" Merlin mumbled grabbing Arthur's red Camelot cape. "Not that. Nothing bearing the crest of Camelot. We're going under cover." Arthur said pointing at the cape in Merlin's hands. "This is ridiculous. Are you going to tell me where we're going or not?" Merlin inquired. "Well, I can tell you it will be dangerous" Arthur said. "Great." Merlin said his voice filled with sarcasm. "And I can tell you we will be traveling through bandit infested lands."Arthur continued. "Terrific. Then where?" Merlin pressed. Arthur paused. "I can't tell you that." Arthur said downcast. "You don't know where we're going." Merlin said like he was talking to a child
"No, Merlin. I know where we're going. It's just, I can't tell you, that's all." Arthur said once again.
"Right, 'cause if you do, you'll have to kill me, I suppose." Merlin joked. Arthur looked up from the table at Merlin "Immediately and without hesitation." Arthur said finishing with a smile just to make Merlin feel even more uncomfortable about the whole thing. "Great. It'll be a surprise. I love surprises. Who doesn't love a good surprise?" He whispered. Suddenly the scenery changed to the golden fields outside Camelot. "This is the border. By Uther's decree, I can go no further." Gwain said. Pulling on the reigns of his horse. "I'm sorry, Gwaine. Nothing I can do to change that." Arthur said. "Maybe one day." Merlin said quietly. "Yeah. When Camelot gets itself a half-decent king." Gwaine joked. "Careful..." Arthur warned. Merlin snickered, gaining a glare from Arthur. "He is my father." Arthur explained squinting to keep the sun out of his eyes. "Well, you can't have everything, heh?" Gwaine said with a shrug. "Where will you go this time?" Merlin asked. Merlin kiked his fingers and held them high above his head. "I think I'll ride south." He decided. "You can't keep living like that." Merlin scolded him. "Yeah, but it's fun trying." he joked. Arthur nudged his horse forward followed shortly by Merlin after he thanked him. "I'll remember this, Gawain." Arthur called back. Merlin heard Gwaine's horse ride off. Merlin and Arthur approached Camelot. "I've got to say, that was a good quest. Did you meet that man on the bridge? And then the wyverns; they were really scary. And, oh! the door to the throne room! That was so close!" Merlin blabbered. "You do talk some nonsense sometimes, Merlin. I mean, what on earth would you even know about it? It's not like you were there." Arthur said forcefully. "Of course I was." Merlin said confused. "You were not there. You have not seen me for days. You've been on a little trip to pick herbs or whatever it is you do in your spare time." Arthur insisted. "Ah, of course. If your father was to find out you weren't alone..."Merlin started. "Yes, Merlin. So...just keep your mouth shut." Arthur said. "Absolutely, Sire. I'd do anything you say...for a price." Merlin hinted. "What kind of price?" Arthur asked skeptical. "A day off." Merlin declared. "Hmm. I think you've had too many of those herbs that you've been picking." Arthur said galloping away from Merlin.
"Well good-bye Albus, Merlin" Cornelius Fudge said jolting Merlin from his memories. "Good-bye Cornelius." Merlin said as Cornelius walked out the door. When he was goon and out of ear shot Merlin turned on Albus. "What are you thinking!" Merlin shouted. "Now Merlin let's not get to hasty." Albus said holding his hands out as if to calm the wizard. "Hasty! Do you remember the death toll last time it was held because I do. I knelt by each one of them and tried to heal them. Think about who might get chosen!" Merlin shouted standing over Albus' desk with both hands on it leaning over the aged wizard. "What do you mean?" Albus asked. "I mean Harry. He has uncanny luck of getting himself into things and getting closer to death than I'm comfortable with! If he gets in this he might not get out!" Merlin shouted. Albus bowed his head. "How do you suppose we deal with this?" he asked. Merlin stood upright and paced. He pondered for a minute, how would he keep all the young people safe. "An age line. An age line.. to keep everyone under the age of 17 from putting their name in the goblet of fire." Merlin announced. "Okay." Albus agreed. "I'm making it though." Merlin said. Albus nodded slowly.