Right. Guys this is one of my 'eh, what the heck' stories. Like all my stories are. I don't even know if I'm going to continue with this. But it's been in my head for a while. I haven't even worked out the pairings. I just know that Arthur is going to be with Gwen, and I think that Merlyn's going to ether end up with Gwaine or Lancelot. And Harry Potter pairings will be cannon.
Okay, now that that's out of the way, I do not own the show Merlin. If I did a whole bunch of people would still be alive, and there would be a lot more Merlin whumpage. And torture. Sorry Merlin, but I'm sadistic too!
Merlyn was asleep when she felt it. Dark magic, the likes of which she hadn't felt in centuries. Magic that tipped the scales of balance. She felt hope well up in her, wishfully thinking that maybe she could finally do something, but the Old Religion whispered not yet, you must allow this to run it's course.
That, of course didn't stop her from finding out who or what the fuck caused such unbalance.
Horcruxes. Ugh. She should have known. Though slightly horrified that the stupid Tom boy made seven, she had known worse things to happen in her sixteen hundred years of being immortal. Humans, Merlyn had learned, could be the cruelest of creatures, and even when they try to do good, things end up going to hell. She ignored the little voice at the back of her mind that she liked to call her conscience but really knew was just herself trying to rid herself of the loneliness that Kilgharrah and Aithusa and even Freya could never seem to get rid of, telling her that she was and is the same. Merlyn usually ignores it.
She had learned many things in all her years, while waiting for Arthur to return. Most were thing that she never wanted to know, or anybody else to know. And, oh, the terrible things that she had seen.
Merlyn had never asked to be immortal. In fact, she wished quite the opposite. But every time she tried to kill her-self, she just woke up alive and with a throbbing headache that were worse than even Gwaine's worst hangovers. Eventually she learned that only a blade forged in a dragons breath could kill her, but she had thrown Excalibur in the lake with Arthur, and every time she ordered Kilgharrah or Aithusa to breath fire on a blade they convinced her not to die. They told her that she would be needed when Arthur returned, and that if she died she wouldn't be able to bring magic back to the land, and everybody would die.
It got quite annoying after a while.
Merlyn asked Freya how everybody was faring in Avalon once. She gave an annoying vague description of a state of suspension. Merlyn threw a strawberry at her. Later she wondered if it was possible that Freya had channeled Kilgharrah.
When the prophecy is made about Voldie-what's it, Merlyn doesn't think twice and starts preparing to get back into the world of weak-magic.
That is what Merlyn decides to call it after the magic of the Old Religion slowly started fading out of peoples ability to manipulate. By the time Hogwarts was founded, around three hundred years after Arthur and Camelot fell, sorcerers and sorceress were wizards and witches, and they could only use their magic with wands. Even if they did use magic without a wand, it was always very weak, and their eyes never turned molten gold.
When Harry potter is carted off to his new house, Merlyn places her own protective wards around his aunts and uncles house. These protect him from the abuse from the inside, instead of the out. Merlyn had long since stopped trusting people, and though she felt that the Dumbledore person meant well, she also felt that he would do anything for what he felt was the greater good.
It was a few weeks after Tom Riddle Jr. "died" that Merlyn felt it. It wasn't a gradual feeling, it was more like a swift realization, and Merlyn was so startled she set the forest by her house on fire (of course she extinguished it almost immediately). Arthur is coming back, her magic whispered to her. She could feel that there was something else too, and just as she was struck by the realization that Arthur was coming back, she felt that the others were coming too. The Knights of the Round Table, Gwen and Gaius.
Nothing could bring down her good mood, even though she was slightly disappointed that her mother and father weren't coming back. But still, she hadn't smiled like this since Godric Gryffindor decided that it would be a good idea to tickle a sleeping dragon to impress Salazar Slytherin (people didn't know this, but Godric and Salazar used to court each other). Lets just say that Salazar was not impressed when Helga had to patch up all of his boyfriends burns.
The dragons nowadays were beast like, and they weren't anywhere near as smart as the Old dragons. All they could do is breath fire and make baby dragons. She didn't even have to call the dragons out of their eggs anymore. They, of course still followed her orders, but not to the same efficiency that the Old dragons did.
And so Merlyn was not only stuck planning on how not only she would subtly sneak back into the world of weak-magic, but sneak a bunch of people from the fifth century into it as well. Of course people wouldn't actually know it was them; no need for the excess admiration and attention. They also didn't need to be sent to a mental hospital, which, would undoubtedly happen if they claimed to be who they really were.
So Merlyn prepared for nine people to weasel their way into the world of weak-magic without causing suspicions. Okay. Easy as cake. Well. From what she remembers, it will be as easy as cake if they cooperate. Right.
Yeah, Merlyn is in trouble.
Ta-da! Yeah. I hope you all like this. I'm pretty sure that the pairings are going to be Arthur/Gwen, Merlyn/Lancelot, Percival/Gwaine, Leon/Lavender Elyan/Padma Patil . All the major Harry Potter pairings are going to be cannon I don't know about the ones that aren't really specified in the books.
Just one thing I'm not sure about for this story. Should Leon be an adult in this, or should he go to Hogwarts like everybody else? Gaius will stay an adult, though slightly younger (like forty-five).
~Shorty