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Voldemort Loses His Nose and Mr. Wizard Makes an Entrance

There were times Merlin hated the Old Religion. As if making him the destiny's favorite pawn wasn't enough - oh no, it had to screw Merlin's life every time it got its chance even after 1500 years.

Which seemed to be right now, as Merlin suddenly found himself collapsing in the middle of the New York City. He was just taking a lovely walk through the Central Park when his body convulsed in pain. Merlin's vision went black and he doubled over in an attempt to hold off what he knew was about to happen.

Not that it worked. After all, since when did anything go the way Merlin wanted it?

'Oh come on!' were his only thoughts before his magic exploded from his body. It was leaving him as if someone opened a dam. To make matters worse, Merlin felt his magic being drawn to (probably) whatever caused his current state in the first place. And so, in a desperate attempt to do something against this thief of magic, Merlin subconsciously let go of his body.

'Woops' Merlin thought as he saw his body fall to the ground from a bird's point of view. It wasn't the first time Merlin's Sight left his body, but he was usually in charge of his Sight's movement. This time, however, Merlin was carried in the same direction his escapee magic was going in.

Merlin had no idea how long the flight took as he was doing his best to stay by his senses and not to get too much dizzy by the speed he was travelling at. He barely registered flying over the ocean when he suddenly stopped and found himself levitating in the middle of a - was that a graveyard?

Merlin mentally groaned (since his body was on a totally different continent and he could not - unfortunately - express his discomfort physically). He hated graveyards. As if he needed a reminder of his own abnormality.

However his self-pity was soon overtaken by a slight horror of what he saw in front of him.

It was a huge cauldron that seemed to be collecting magic from the nearby Ley Line that Merlin coincidently happened to be connected to as well when back in NYC. But that wasn't what caused Merlin's disgust - after all he too sometimes used the Ley Lines to recharge himself after a particularly difficult spell. No, what caused Merlin's horror was seeing what was being done to that magic. The collected pure magic was being twisted into something terrible inside that cauldron, something so dark that whatever was happening inside it made even a millennium and half old warlock draw back in disgust.

Merlin had of course seen similar rituals before. But that was in times when the Old Religion rituals were still rather common. And while Merlin had no idea how that someone found about this long forgotten spell, he was sure as heck going to make sure he ended it.

Merlin's terror turned into a cold fury that helped him break from the magical flow and return his Sight back to his body. The flight back was even more nauseating than before as Merlin was willingly speeding himself up. This proved to be a terrible idea when his Sight slammed back into his body with enough force to cause a future head concussion.

Merlin opened his eyes and carefully got back on his feet only to wince at the sight in front of him. Three knocked out no-majes laid around him, probably caught up in his involuntary magical blast. Merlin quickly mumbled a spell to make sure they were going to be alright and straightened himself on unsteady legs.

Normally, Merlin would take some time to plan ahead. After living for as long as he did he had managed to learn the importance of patience. This time, however, his head decided to stop working now that it's taken a there-and-back-again flight between Europe and the NYC.

'What's the worse that can happen anyway, right?' Merlin thought and pushed back his inner voice that told him something about famous last words. 'Europe, graveyard and a cauldron. Ugh, this is not how I imagined my day to go…'

He thought with a sigh and massaged his temples to ease the terrible headache he got from his Sight entering back into his body. He shook his head in a slight attempt to clear it before his eyes flashed a brilliant gold. A large whirlwind appeared around him and Merlin flew once again - only this time his body joined him on the trip.

The flow of stolen magic was already gone so he had to follow small traces of magic left behind by his own Sight. This made already tired Merlin even more irritated than before. He already lost almost a third of his magical reserve to whoever casted the spell and now he has to waste even more of his power on getting back to the thief. 'Bloody brilliant…'

Harry Potter just wanted it to end. He wanted to wake up in the boys' dormitory and be told by Ron that they were late for breakfast again. He wanted the last 24 hours to be just a terrible nightmare he dreamed out of his nervosity before the Third Task.

Unfortunately, Harry knew that was not the case as he felt his body tremble in pain. Right now he was fighting for his life - no, he was being played with. Only a few minutes ago Lord Voldemort rose from the cauldron and summoned his Death Eaters. He gave Harry a 'chance' to fight against him. And shortly before that Cedric…

Harry swallowed back his tears. 'No, I will not let them see my cry.' He thought with determination as he tried to get back on his feet. The Death Eaters around him mocked him for his attempts as Voldemort raised his wand to send yet another Crucio at him when-

Suddenly, a large gust of wind slammed into the ground in between Harry and Voldemort and threw them all off their feet. Harry grunted as his back hit the ground and his vision became foggy. He blinked a few times before looking back at the Death Eaters… only for his eyes to land on a man that was not there a minute ago and whom Harry had never seen before.

The man stood with his back turned to Harry, supporting himself on his knees and breathing heavily. He was dressed as a muggle, wearing a red hoodie and a pair of jeans. His black hair barely concealed his ears from behind and he appeared to trembling a little. Harry wanted to scream at the man to run away from here before Voldemort killed him, but he found himself unable to do so out of pure exhaustion. Harry couldn't make a sound so he only resigned himself to watch.

The muggle raised his arm in front of him in the direction of a dumbstruck Voldemort and his followers: "Just give me a moment alright? Whew, that took-heh, took a little more energy than I-, I thought it would..."

"What- How dare you stand in the Dark Lord's way?" one of the Death Eaters screamed.

"Heh? The Dark Lord? Oh well that actually explains a few things," the man said with an American accent as he finally seemed to have caught his breath, "only an idiot like that would-pfff… hahahaha!"

The black haired man exploded in laughter the moment he finally got a good look at the ensemble in front of him. He quickly started coughing in a poor attempt to hide his outburst, before he once again looked up.

"Sorry for that," the man apologized, but Harry could still hear the barely concealed mirth in his voice, "I just… it must be pretty damn disappointing to go through all the trouble for the ritual to work only to come back, ehm… incomplete?"

The man finished and vaguely pointed in the air. Some of the Death Eaters looked at each other in confusion while others stepped back in shock and fear. Voldemort stared at the man with a blank expression though his red eyes shone with dark fury. After a moment of no reaction the man apparently felt a need to specify and pointed somewhere at his face.

"The nose," he explained calmly as if he did not just insult the most powerful and dangerous Dark wizard of all time. He then thoughtfully went on with his speech: "I mean, whoever casted the spell must have messed up somewhere because it's usually just- hey!"

The man screamed in surprise as numerous curses were sent his way. He ducked most of them by kneeling down on the ground while the rest of the spells seemed to hit the stones that the man levitated in front of himself with a flick of his wrist. The Death Eaters, seeing how unsuccessful their spells have been, wanted to continue bombarding the man with more jinxes before the voice of their leader stopped them.

"Enough!" Voldemort ordered his men silently but with such a cold voice it made all of the Death Eaters freeze. The man quickly got on his legs again and dusted himself off.

"Thank you! Jeez, don't you people have any manners? Interrupting someone mid-sentence is sooo… prattish!" The man complained in a whiny noise and crossed his arms over his chest. He seemed to be utterly unbothered that he almost died a few seconds ago and that the man he insulted was currently glaring daggers at him. This insulted man who spoke not a few seconds later.

"Nonverbal magic... knowledge of the Old Rituals... reflexes of a seasoned warrior…" Voldemort counted off of a mental list as he tilted his head to a side in a disturbing resemblance of a snake, "just who are you, Mr. Wizard?"

The mysterious man froze at Voldemort's words, as if he only now fully realized his previous actions. After a tense moment the Mr. Wizard suddenly seemed to relax again and shrugged his shoulders.

"Wouldn't you like to know," he answered cheekily. Voldemort's eyes narrowed, but before he could do anything, Mr. Wizard did a circular motion with his hand and conjured a large fireball without uttering a word. He then proceeded to casually throw said fireball in the direction of a rather stunned Dark Lord.

But then suddenly the fireball twisted away from its intended path and flew straight into the cauldron, away from the inherent target. The cauldron swallowed the fireball whole, not leaving a single spark behind with a satisfying 'Burp!'

A stunned silence followed, during which everybody present - including Mr. Wizard - stared at said cauldron in shock.

"Oh," seemed to be the only intelligent reply Mr. Wizard could think of, "Oh, ok… did not see that one coming!" He finished somewhat lamely before he seemed to gather his wits back: "Hey! That wasn't meant for you, you bloody-black-disgusting-dirty cauldron! Wait your turn will you? First I deal with Misters Dark Robes here and then I destroy you!"

At this point everybody present stared at Mr. Wizard with disbelief for seeing a man whose magic was eaten by a cauldron only for said man to start arguing with the said cauldron. Before anybody could say anything over the bizarre situation, Mr. Wizard put his hand into his pocket only to take out a white stick - that then proceeded to grow into a large white staff with intricate runic writings and beautiful blue crystal at the top.

"Let's see you try eating this, heh!" Mr. Wizard said with a smirk at his apparent victory over a large piece of cookware as he quickly moved his staff in a circle in front of him. Suddenly, blue energy exploded from the top of the staff and was sent in a straight direction of many very confused and Death Eaters and their Dark Lord. Some of them barely had enough time to cast a shield. Not that it was much use as the spell proceeded to easily slam into their protective barriers and sent the said wizards flying off their feet into nearby tombstones. The rest of the Death Eaters (who stood to Mr. Wizard's side and were therefore left out from the first spell's hit radius) quickly sent a barrage of curses at the man. Mr. Wizard casually twisted the staff above his head and released another wave of magic this time hitting all the Death Eaters. He then angrily slammed his staff into the ground (mostly for dramatic effect as nobody was left standing anyway) and a third wave of magic washed over the entire graveyard, causing its share of destruction.

Harry could do nothing but stare with his eyes wide open in horror. This man, this wizard, just casually defeated the whole army of Death Eaters along with Voldemort as if they were nothing but flies to him. Watching the man, whose face Harry was still yet to see, the young boy felt fear clutching at his heart. Who was he? How could anyone be this powerful?

Harry apparently wasn't the only one with those thoughts. He could only see Voldemort's terrified expression before he disapparated out of the graveyard. The Death Eaters, seeing their master's retreat, quickly followed suit until there were only Harry, Mr. Wizard and one downed Death Eater, who seemed to have trouble breathing, left.

Mr. Wizard, who only minutes ago seemed undefeatable in Harry's eyes, suddenly swayed on his feet and had to lean on his staff for support. Harry could see his shoulders moving heavily as if the man was breathing. Harry considered alerting the man to his presence, but he felt fear clutch his heart at the man's actions and decided against it. Harry only prayed the man wouldn't see him lying on the ground.

After a minute that Mr. Wizard spent catching his breath, the black haired man straightened his back only to twitch a moment later when he saw the bloodied body of the last left Death Eater. Only, Harry realized with horror, that particular Dark Wizard had the infortune of having been thrown onto a side of a tombstone where he must have heavily hit his head. Considering the amount of blood on the Death Eater's robe, it was easy to tell said man was not going to live for very long. Harry recognized the dying man as Avery.

Mr. Wizard stood without moving, watching Avery for what seemed like an eternity before he silently whispered some words in a language unknown to Harry. They sounded like a prayer. He then sighed and turned around-

Only for his eyes to land on Cedric's dead body. Harry could finally see half of the man's face and was surprised to find himself looking at a rather friendly looking young man with eyes of vibrant blue. Those said eyes stared at Cedric's body and blinked blankly a few times. A thoughtful expression was suddenly replaced by fierce determination as Mr. Wizard moved to Cedric's body.

Suddenly, great protectiveness overtook Harry and he quickly tried to get back on his feet, reaching for his wand and pointing it at the said man. I will not let anyone hurt Cedric's body! Harry thought determinedly.

Just as Harry was about to cast the first spell that came to his mind, he froze in shock at seeing Mr. Wizard's actions. The strange man gently laid down his staff next to Cedric's body and put his hand on Cedric's forehead while he raised his other arm in Avery's direction. He then closed his eyes and burrowed his eyebrows in concentration as he began murmuring in a different language.

Harry could only watch in fascination as golden threads appeared around Avery's body and left him at the same time as the Death Eater breathed out for the last time. The golden threads then proceeded to move in the direction of Mr. Wizard until they reached his outstretched arm. He gently caught the tendrils in his hand and put his hand on Cedric's chest. The golden lines spread themselves over Cedric's body until they disappeared into the boy's body a moment later.

Cedric's chest moved underneath the stranger's hand as Cedric took a shaky breath.

Harry's jaw dropped opened and he staggered back. 'What the-?'

A moment later, which Harry spent processing what had just happened, Mr. Wizard slowly got up and clumsily tried to pick up his staff again from the ground. As his fingers brushed the white wood of the staff, he swayed on his feet and staggered a few steps forward. In an attempt to regain his footing, Mr. Wizard looked up - and looked straight into Harry's eyes.

For a moment neither of them said anything. Harry found himself getting annoyed when he saw Mr. Wizard's eyes widen in shock and fear, as the Boy Who Lived believed that out of the two of them, Harry was the one who had the right to feel shock and fear right now. After a minute of awkward silence, Mr. Wizard finally blinked.

"Oh," he said looking at Harry.

You saw that? His blue eyes asked.

Harry slowly nodded.

Yep, saw the whole deal. Harry's green eyes answered.

Mr. Wizard looked at the destruction over the graveyard that he himself caused: "Ooh."

He then looked at Harry again who pointed looked down near the stranger's feet. Seeing the confusion in Mr. Wizard's eyes (who looked at Harry as if asking What's wrong with my sneakers?) Harry pointed at the ground near him with his wand as if saying: See what you've done?

Mr. Wizard looked behind himself in confusion and stared at Cedric's body. Cedric's sleeping body. Cedric's alive body.

"Oooh."

Well #%$¥£#%... said Mr. Wizard's last look that he gave Harry before his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell down to the ground unconscious. The Boy Who Lived was left standing in the middle of the graveyard with a blank expression on his face, surrounded by a scourged graveyard, large black cauldron, a dead Death Eater, an unconscious Hufflepuff and a snoring wizard.

Author's Note:

Hi! First off – I am not a native speaker of English so please excuse my mistakes and feel free to point out any nonsense sentences. I would appreciate any kind of constructive criticism but please, if you simply don't like my story then no need to send hates at me. I already tried writing fanfiction before and got discouraged after one bad review and gave up on the story (which was actually a good thing as the fanfic really wasn't that good…).

However, I actually really want to continue writing this story as I enjoy it a lot so I hope you will at least find it a little likeable :). The first few chapters might seem slow going (right now I'm writing chapter 5 and Merlin is yet to get back to Hogwarts, ugh…) but I hope you'll be patient with me. If there is something in particular you would like me to explore feel free to suggest it. I read a lot of Merlin/HP crossovers and loved seeing Merlin getting involved in all kinds of funny situations and causing general mayhem and wanted to give it a try.

I hope you will enjoy my take at Merlin/HP crossover and I'll try posting the second chapter soon. I don't know how long it will take me to write chapters as I mostly do it for fun anyway but I can promise you I will not abandon this story (as long as at least few of you like it). I already have it planned out so no worries there either :).

Sorry for such a long author's note. Until next time!