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"Merlin, You don't have to do this. Camelot needs you. No, Arthur needs you."
Merlin looked at his old mentor for a long moment without speaking and then replied. "Arthur is king and I need to complete my education or I will be useless to the prat." He stuffed another shirt in his saddle bags.
"You don't know these people. They could be as bad as Morgana!" Gaius argued heatedly pacing back and forth across his work room.
"I'm going to trust them. I'm not going to make the same mistakes." Merlin replied calmly packing his mentor's old magic book.
"How do they even know?"
"Know what?" Merlin replied feigning innocence. "It's not like the whole world doesn't know about Emrys."
"Know that you exist? Or better yet who you really are?" Gaius replied sagely pointing a finger.
"Well if you save the Clotpole enough you will most likely get noticed. I mean that is what you told me to do when I saved him the first time isn't it?" Merlin teased with a raised eyebrow. "Besides, it's not like I'm a dragon lord or anything." He pulled his neckerchief out of the last drawer and stuffed it into the already overflowing saddle bag.
"Are you saying goodbye to the king?" Gaius asked sounding concerned.
"I left him a note. Stop stalling Gaius the owl said I had to be there by tomorrow and if you keep mothering me I'll never make it!"
Gaius reluctantly let him pass to the door and walk out.
XX
"Emrys, I'm glad you could make it. You're a little late?" Godric laughed patting him hard on the shoulder.
"I prefer Merlin, if you don't mind." He answered nervously looking around the hall. Looking up he saw an exact reflection of the sky he had left outside causing him to yearn slightly for the home he'd left behind.
"I understand. The druids have given you a bit of a…bad name?"
"Yea, just a little," Merlin replied sarcastically. Noticing the four tables round tables in the center of the room. "What exactly are those for?"
"For eating dinner of course." Godric laughed once more at Merlin's expense.
"So," he began looking curiously at the hall and mostly full tables. "Do I just pick one?"
"No, of course not, do you think we're barbarians or something," Godric asked rhetorically. "This way." Godric led Merlin to the center of the hall. "Excuse me! We need everyone to be SILENT!" Godric's voice boomed through the hall causing the clattering of utensils to stop abruptly. "Thank you." He chuckled.
"Um, what are we waiting for?" Merlin asked fidgeting as the people stared at him.
Godric grabs a pointed black off of a stool and plops it on Merlin's head unceremoniously. "Take that for a ride."
And all of a sudden there was a whispering in Merlin's ear… Such a difficult one. Could this be the famous Emrys?
"I prefer Merlin if you don't mind!"
Perhaps I do mind. After all I'm the one who's to decide your fate. So eager to prove yourself. Look at all you've done for the king and never, not once been thanked. Such a secret you keep. To keep your life or to lie to your best friend. A man you serve without a doubt in your mind. Slytherin would enjoy your company, buuut…
"But what!" Merlin asked impatiently. "I'm kinda hungry couldn't you hurry it up?"
Such disrespect. How have you survived at court THIS long. I've heard rumors of the king's cruelty.
"Arthur is not his father!" Merlin growled protectively. "He will be the King to unite the lands of Albion and you will regret that statement."
Do you plan on making me regret it? Are you plotting?
"Not yet, Obviously. You're in my mind after all, but if you'd like to know what I'd do to a hat like you I could be very creative." Merlin chuckled.
You would do very well in Slytherin, but all the same your loyalty to Arthur and to this….Freya. Poor little druid girl. It's your fault you know. She told you not to release her and yet still so loyal to the man that killed her.
"Enough!" Merlin's eye flashed gold and all the gold and silver goblets shattered like glass.
Power. Such Power. And brute force not nearly cunning enough for Slytherin. Perhaps Gryffindor would prefer your company. After all not nearly enough intellect for Rowena. So where am I to put you. Why must you be so difficult? I must make a choice. I can't just leave you sitting there. Although, that might be quite entertaining. It seem you're not fond of the attention. Is all that living in secret finally catching up with you? Do you think Arthur is gonna walk through that door and save you from the wolves? No, muggles cannot enter Hogwarts. No you'll not see him again. Unless you are educated enough to leave.
Merlin clenched his hands in anger and screamed with his mind touching all the minds in the hall. JUST CHOOSE!
Well when you put it that way….Just go with…. "SLYTHERIN!"
…Godric puts his head in his hands. "Hatstall."
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A/N: Hope you all liked it. Isabella and I were a bit bored and decided that crossovers and such were just the cure. And this is just the first! ~Elizabeth.
