The Most Deadly Alliance by Emachinescat
A Merlin and Harry Potter Fan-Fiction Crossover
SUMMARY: A deadly alliance has been made, a terrible deal has been struck. When Harry and his friends find themselves in ancient Camelot, they and their new friend Merlin are faced with a terrible evil that is intent on killing them all.
A/N: This is my first Merlin fan-fiction but not my first Harry Potter. The Merlin spells are Welsh translations. This takes place sometime during Season One of Merlin and during the sixth Harry Potter book. Enjoy, and please review, we authors like to know how our stories are being received. :)
The Most Deadly Alliance
Prologue
The tall, skeletal form stayed perfectly still. He had been standing in the same spot for nearly two hours, not moving an inch—not a blink of the unnaturally red eyes or a twitch of the snake-like slits that served as nostrils. It was inhuman, supernatural.
He was standing in a clearing in the center of a great wood. A small fire was hissing a haunting tune as it danced eerily in a perfect circle. No smoke came from the flames. The fire was beginning to wane. Soon, it would be time. The moment was drawing nigh, and although he should have been shifting in exhaustion, boredom, or anticipation, the solitary figure showed no display of his emotions whatsoever.
As the flames died down into flickers of orange, then to mere burning embers, the red-eyed man drew a gnarled, black stick from the sleeve of his robe and pointed it at the glowing circle on the ground. He began to chant, hissing out words that were as evil as they were mysterious.
"'N hen sillafa chan er ys talwm ddyfynna 'r hysbryd chan naill ag 'r allu chan amsera a addoed."
After the ancient, powerful spell was recited, the dark wizard put away his wand and waited. Almost instantly, the burning embers of the circle were snuffed out and a gust of icy wind swept over the clearing. Still, the man—if he was indeed human—did not stir.
A mist began to form, starting in the middle of the circle and spreading over the entire clearing. From the depths of the mist a figure appeared, partly transparent and ethereal, shrouded in fog. She was beautiful, with long, dark hair that fell over her bare, pale shoulders in perfect spiral curls. Her complexion was flawless and white, like that of a porcelain doll. Intense blue eyes looked up at him from beneath long, dark lashes. Her lips were full, red, and perfect.
She stared at him for a long moment. Who are you? Her mouth was not moving but he could hear her soft, melodic voice in his head.
He spoke with his mind as well, directing his words into the head of the beautiful sorceress before him. My name is Lord Voldemort.
Why do you call my spirit here?
He chose his words carefully. His voice, even in her mind, was serpentine and morbid. It was a voice feared by all. I am a very powerful wizard, he thought, the most powerful that ever lived.
The woman smirked. That, I'm afraid is not true. I can think of two greater than you. Myself, and—although it pains me to admit it, but I'm an honest woman—Merlin.
Lord Voldemort's eyes flashed dangerously and a sinister hiss escaped his thin, snarling lips. If you knew what I am capable of, what I have done, you would not speak such lies. I am more powerful than a witch like you could ever dream.
The woman frowned slightly. Who are you to contest my powers? If you are so much more powerful than me, then why do you call upon my services? Surely your great magic can get you whatever it is you seek. She said this with more than a hint of sarcasm, a coy smile playing her lovely features.
Voldemort's ruby eyes narrowed. I believe that we can help each other, he said finally, choosing to, at the moment, ignore her taunt. The legendary Merlin seems to be an object of both our interests.
The woman's eyes never strayed from his. Continue.
I was reading some ancient texts, searching for answers to a riddle that has been puzzling me for nearly sixteen years when I came upon a legend of a powerful sorceress from the time of the great purge of Camelot, Nimueh. It was said that she had great, ancient powers so strong that time itself would bend to her will.
She nodded slightly. What is it you wish of me? Nimueh asked slowly.
Quite like your quarrel with Merlin, I, too, have a foe that I cannot seem to rid myself of. He is protected from my magic by an ancient magic but since you are a priestess of the Old Religion and know the Ancient Magic, perhaps you would have the means to help me take out my enemy.
Nimueh nodded. I could. But what do I get in return?
My payment is just. Get rid of Potter and his friends, and I will rid your kingdom of Merlin, the King, and the Prince.
And how will you accomplish this, when I, priestess of the Old Religion, cannot? What makes you so sure you can defeat the 'legendary' Merlin? He has powers beyond those you will ever know.
Voldemort's eyes flashed. That may be true, but with my plan, we can take care of both Potter and Merlin in one blow because in the future, in my world, we have a new form of magic. While it may not be as powerful as the great and legendary Merlin's, it is different and will be difficult for him to fight back. I have studied the Old Religion some, so I know what to expect, but Merlin…he does not know the ways of Lord Voldemort…
Nimueh smiled. You make sense. But I am but a spirit. I can lead others into the past, as time is in my hands, but have no way to travel myself, unless I am called forth, a mere vapor. I cannot touch them here. I must bring them here, to Camelot. When I have them in Camelot, you will arrive as well and finish off Merlin. Then I will kill your Potter.
Voldemort dipped his head. Very well. It is agreed.
I will begin the preparations right away, Lord Voldemort. I will come to you in a dream when it is time.
She disappeared as quickly as she had come, yet the mist remained. Lord Voldemort smiled. Everything was going according to plan.
~Emachinescat ^..^