This is my first ever fanfiction! I am a huge fan of both Merlin and Harry Potter. I was super upset when Merlin ended so I started thinking about what he would do waiting around for Arthur. This is that story! Mostly Merlin point of view, but Harry Potter story timeline.

I do not own either Merlin or Harry Potter!

Italics-Flashback/memory

Chapter 1 - A Tragedy in Godric's Hollow

It was a magic he hadn't felt in decades that woke the old man. He sat up and looked around his room trying to sense where it was coming from. He jumped out of bed, shoved his feet into his boots and grab his coat and bag before running out of his house.

For an old man he could really move. He knew where he needed to go to help locate the source of the magic that had woken him. He muttered to himself and his eyes briefly turned gold. One second he was standing outside of his house, next he was standing outside of an ancient and isolated cave.

Quickly walking into the cave, the old man rushed into the only room in the cave. The room was covered in crystals;the ground, the walls and the ceiling all were covered in the beautiful blue crystals. He walked up to the big crystal located in the middle of the cave. Muttering another few words to himself he placed a hand over the crystal, which lit up for a second before showing the man what he wanted to see.

In the crystal was the location of where the magic had originated. It showed a dark house that had part of the roof blown off, which was still smoking. His eyes turned gold and the picture in the crystal zoomed out to show where the house was located. Recognizing the village where the house was located the man turned and left the cave. Another muttered word and flash of gold eye, and the old man disappeared and reappeared in front of the house.

Before going into the house the old man decided to change his appearance. With a gold flash of his eyes the old man's hair turned black, beard disappeared and his skin smoothed until he looked like a young man in his twenties. Walking confidently up to the door, the man, whose name for the last ten years had been Morgan, opened the door and walked into the dark house.

Standing on the threshold he could sense all the magic that had occurred in the house. He could sense that the only magic performed in the house was dark magic of the new kind and the Old Religion magic. He could sense death as well. Walking into the house he conjured a ball of fire in his hand and made his way to the stairs. The second floor was his end destination since that's where he sensed the Old magic had been used.

He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked up. His bright blue eyes, which had been alight with curiosity and life now dimmed as he saw the first victim lying on the stairs. It was a young man with black hair, couldn't have been older than 21 with hazel eyes that were open but lifeless. Morgan walked up the stairs, knelt down and closed the young man's eyes. He stood back and looked back up the stairs, sensing that this wasn't the only death he would find.

Moving back up the stairs Morgan looked in the rooms. The first room was a bedroom that was empty of people, but had lots of moving photographs on the wall. He finally walked up to the only other bedroom on that floor. It was a child's bedroom and Morgan really didn't want to go in there until he heard a sound coming from the room. He rushed into the room and stopped.

It was like he had walked into a room filled to the brim with Old magic. He wasn't the only one in the room however. The noise he heard was a baby who was sniffling and reaching from his crib towards the woman lying on the ground. The red haired lady was the other death he had sensed, but it was mixed with Old magic.

Walking into the room he noticed that the hole in roof outside originated from this room opposite the baby's crib, like someone had been blasted out of the house away from the baby. Morgan walked up to the crib and looked at the boy. He looked no older than 1 or 2 with messy black hair, bright green eyes that were looking up at Morgan with tears in them. On his forehead was a scar that was shaped like a bolt of lightning.

Morgan felt the Old Magic surrounding the boy. Deciding to investigate what had happened Morgan put his hand on the boys head and muttered a spell. With a flash of gold eyes Morgan was able to see what the boy had seen.

Sitting in the living room, the black haired man made puffs of colorful smoke come out of his wand, which the baby was laughing at and trying to catch. A door opened and the red haired woman came in "It's time for bed Harry."

Picking up the baby the young man handed 'Harry" over to the woman then threw his wand on the couch and yawned. The red haired woman started walking up the stairs with the baby. Then he heard the front door burst open. He saw the young man run into hall way yelling behind him "Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" Then there was a cold laugh and then a voice said "Avada Kadavra!" There was a flash of green and he heard a thud,which must have been James falling on the stairs.

Lily had made it to the baby's room and slammed the door. She put Harry in his crib and started pilling furniture in front of the door as fast as she could completely forgetting about using magic. Then Lily ran to Harry kissed him on the head and said "I love you Harry, we both do."

Then the door was forced open by a hooded figure that just oozed dark magic. He pushed aside the chairs and boxes blocking the door with the wave of his wand. Lily threw her arms out in front of the crib holding Harry. "Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"

"Stand aside, you silly girl, stand aside, now." The hooded man said in a high cold voice.

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead-"

"This is my last warning-"

"Not Harry!Please have mercy, have mercy! Not Harry! Not Harry! Please I'll do anything!"

"Stand aside. Stand aside girl!Avada Kadavra!" The flash of green light filled the room and Lily dropped to the floor. Harry was standing up in the crib and looked up into the hooded man's face with curiosity in his eyes. It wasn't until the man pointed their wand into his face that the baby started to cry.

"Avada Kedavra!" The hooded man said. The jet of green light hit the boy then rebounded onto the hooded man, which hit the man and blew out the ceiling. The hooded man was blasted with his own spell, which destroyed his body. The boy kept crying in pain and wanting his mother to get up off the floor and hug him.

Morgan removed his hand from the boy's head. He realized when Lily had stood in front of Harry to protect and take the spell for Harry, she somehow invoked the Old Religion to protect Harry after she died. It surrounded and engulfed Harry, but of course the hooded man had not sensed or seen this before trying to kill the boy. The Old Religion spell was still working inside Harry as a protection spell against Voldemort,which will stay for the rest of his life.

Morgan knew that the hooded man wasn't completely dead and would someday be back. The dark aura around that hooded man was from more than using the Unforgivable curses. He made a quick decision, he was going to do a spell that he promised himself that he would never do again. Seeing the future had never worked out for him before.

He took out a smaller crystal that he had taken from the Crystal cave years ago and put it in his hand. Pointing it toward Harry, Merlin looked in the crystal. He saw Harry living with a blonde skinny woman, a fat man and a boy around his age all making poor little Harry's childhood hell. He saw Harry on a boat going to a huge castle and the return of the hooded man and all the trouble that would come to Harry without Morgan in his life.

His real name, that no one living ever called him, was Merlin and he had isolated himself from the rest of the world, magical and non magical alike, for the last 1300 years. Merlin looked down into Harry's bright green eyes and made a life changing decision for both of them.

Merlin was going to rejoin the New Magic world and raise Harry himself.