Ok so I'm on a Merlin kick right now! Big bro found the series and introduced me and now I'm hooked so thanks a lot bro! Anyway in this we are going to totally pretend that Merlin has de-aged himself into that of a 15 year old and is currently in the same year as Harry. However he is still 15 only because he can't remember how to turn himself back. We are also going to pretend that when Umbridge interrupts Dumbledore it is after the whole detention torture thing and that Kilgharrah is younger but still old.. If that makes sense... Ok he has plenty more years left! One more thing! This is totally going to be full of bromance NO SLASH!

So now without further ado! The story! ENJOY!

It was supposed to be a normal night. With a normal feast. Everything normal. Minus the fact the Umbridge sat up at the teachers table. She was happily eating in her frilly pink dress and her stupid pink hair piece. She, among the other teachers who were sitting around her (completely trying to ignore her presence) were eating to their hearts content. While Merlin glared at her dangerously. He would be eating but his hand that he just so happened to use a fork was still throbbing after her torturous detention.

He would have exacted his revenge but he didn't want to disclose who he really was. For according to her he was a Milo Emryson. There were only two people (still alive) that knew of his true identity here and that was Dumbledore and McGonagall and they had been very clear to not act out as he had wanted to.

So your probably wondering what happened and why he was secretly planning the demise on one Delores Umbridge. Well long story short there had been a 'mishap' and she had given him and Harry detention. During those detention she had made them write out "I must not tell lies" with a stupid quill that etched it in their opposite hand. It had been about a week and the words still burned and stood out, especially on his pale skin.

Everyone silenced their conversations as Headmaster Dumbledore stood at the podium getting himself ready to give his after dinner he talked Merlin's thoughts drifted to other things. Like Arthur. He actually missed the prat. After awhile their friendship had turned into a stronger bond. One that was hardly ever seen between Servant and Master. When Arthur had died he had lost a brother. After that his mind would drift to Kilgharrah. Because he could still remember what the dragon had said. The once and future king would return at the time when he was needed the most. Or something along those lines. He missed Kilgharrah as well. Thanks to his dumb de-aging spell he wasn't able to call the great dragon as often as he used to. It's not like he lost his dragon-lord power it was just that dragons as noble as Kilgharrah were rare. Dragons these days were very.. Stupid... He talked to his old friends sometimes but not as much as he used to. It had something to do with his de-aged self but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. However he did know that if Kilgharrah knew (which Merlin was pretty sure he had a good idea) about the whole ordeal he would not be very happy.

Merlin was pulled out of his thoughts when a high pitched giggle sound interrupted Dumbledore's speech. the elder turned around and the source of the noise stood up. Merlin rolled his eyes, of course it would be Umbridge. She started to say something about being good friends and how she was so excited for this year. Unfortunately she too was interrupted.

"The Dark one has risen. The fight is near. It is time for the once and future king to awaken and reappear. To fulfill his destiny from the past to a friend among you the time has come at last."

Everyone sat in silence, even the teachers. Umbridge was looking around at the students to try and pull out who ever had rudely interrupted her. Before she could ask a bright light filled the room and many people gasped or averted their eyes. As it died down a single figure stood in between the students and Umbridge. The teachers stood up and some even reached for their wands. Umbridge looked like she wanted to say something but a student interrupted her once more.

"I-is That King Arthur?"

"No way he's dead!"

"Not anymore"

Merlin couldn't move. He was really back. Standing right in front of them. Red cape, armor, and in the flesh. Merlin watched as he looked around and his gaze fell on him. Arthur's smile widened when he saw Merlin. Admittedly younger tan he thought his friend would be but he was at least here. He internally rolled his eyes at Merlin's prone fish faced form.

"Merlin I come back from the dead and you greet me by staring like a fish?"

Merlin's mouth clapped and a wide grin spread across his face. He jumped up from the bench and ran to an open armed Arthur. He ran into Arthur's chest so hard that the king had to take a step back to steady himself. He pulled Merlin close and buried himself in the familiar scent that was Merlin. They hugged for a minute more before Arthur held him out at an arms length. Everyone in the room was silent as they watched the great King from history looking the greatest warlock from history over like an older brother assessing a younger brother for damage. Before pulling him back into his chest.

"You don't know how great it is to see you Merlin. Why can't you just join us already? The Knights and Gaius are getting to much for one to handle."

Merlin laughed and buried himself into Arthur's grip.

"At least I'm not a prat"

Arthur laughed, "Your younger than I expected."

"Haha yah a de-aging spell gone wrong. Don't know how to turn it back"

A couple minutes later the two released each other and turned back around standing side by side. Dumbledore had stood up sometime ago and walked towards the historical figures. He bowed (still ignoring Umbridge) and greeted the new arrival.

"Greetings your highness. May humbly ask what it is that is going on?"

Arthur nodded and shook the elder wizards hand, his other keeping Merlin pinned to his side running through the black locks.

"It is a pleasure to meet you as well. As to your question, as you know The Dark Lord, Tom Riddle or as he is better known as Lord Voldemort has returned. He is shifting the balance between magic and none magic. I was sent to help you in achieving your goals of defeating him. Although I don't think I am the last to come. I believe that my knights are to be arriving in a days forth time. that is all I have been told my friend."

Dumbledore nodded and Umbridge huffed.

"As a member of the ministry of magic you are not allowed to enter the school. You will need to leave at once or be taken to Azkaban."

Merlin glared at her even harder and if it hadn't been for Arthur's arm now forcefully holding him in place he would have cursed the lady. Arthur's reply was cut off by an all mighty roar. He felt Merlin flinch and shook his head looking down at the 15 year old.

"You never told Kilgharrah you were here did you?"

The grimace on the young warlocks face was answer enough. Arthur groaned and face palmed.

"MERLIN!"

"He's gonna kill me"

As the warlock ran out of the room everyone stood and followed suit. When they stopped outside they stared in awe at the large dragon that was glaring down at Merlin. Umbridge pursed her lips and marched up in front of the crowd.

"Someone calla tamer! This dragon must be shipped off to Romania immediately"

"Shut up!"

Everyone's attention snapped to the short black haired kid leaning against to dragons front leg, who gently shoved him off.

"Young one do I look like a tree?"

"Yah your right you make a lousy tree... SO hos it been?"

The dragon stared at him intently then narrowed it's golden eyes.

"Who has harmed you hand Merlin?"

That caught Arthur's attention. Nobody hurt Merlin. Just wait till Gwaine and the others found out.

Soo yah umm I hope you liked it!