Hi everyone! I'm back! :) This story might be a little slower going than the others because of personal life stuffs but I'm determined (as I always am) to see it reach its eventual completion. That being said, I've got everything mapped out so now I just have to string everything together. :) Welcome back to my long time fans and anyone new, hello and welcome! I hope you all enjoy the next installment of my favorite crossover. This one's a short teaser but more is sure to come! Please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin or Harry Potter
Prologue
The occasional pop of a dying fire coated the living room with an amber glow, the occupant of the home residing in a tall armchair near the fireplace. His pale fingers were clasped together, resting against a prominent frown as his eyes stared unseeingly into the embers of the hearth. While his body remained still, his mind whirled with thoughts and his spirit with anger. Mordred Vlahos was stuck in another time, caught up in memories of tragedy and heartbreak.
It had been five years since his beloved Kara had been taken from him. Mordred remembered the day with vivid clarity. It was late December, the weather filling the world with ice and snow. Having graduated from Durmstrang Institute earlier in the spring, he and his new fiancée had decided to take a small vacation to France to celebrate their engagement. But it was in the outskirts of Paris that Kara met her end.
She'd gone out to get some bread from the bakery across the street when three muggles dragged her into an alley and preceded to drug, defile, and murder her. Mordred, having become worried, stumbled upon the scene just in time to see one of the men plunging his dagger into his beloved's heart. The young wizard lost all sense of control and his magic reacted instinctively, killing all three offenders on sight. It brought him no comfort however, for his Kara was gone, lost to him forever. Two weeks later he read the paper declaring the return of the Legendary Merlin and King Arthur and memories of his past were restored.
The pain and anger from centuries ago reentered Mordred's soul like a cancer, plaguing his every thought. He became livid when reading of Arthur and Merlin's intent to break the Statute of Secrecy and reveal the magical world to the muggles. How could they even consider doing something so foolish? Those monsters would never understand wizard kind! They'd killed Kara and he wouldn't be surprised if another Purge was started when such a revelation was unveiled. He had to stop it!
So, in his anger, he'd tried to put forth a threat by magically breaking into the British Museum and creating a wound on the display of a Camelot knight. To his dismay, it hadn't been taken seriously and Mordred, realizing that defacing property wasn't going to be enough, decided to retreat to the shadows to plan.
Five years had passed since then and the former druid's patience was finally beginning to reward him. He'd spent a great deal of time searching for Clarent, the sword that had caused King Arthur's eventual demise; he'd found it in the attic of some old widow who bought it from an antique shop. He was pleased to see that despite the small chip on one side, the blade was in remarkable condition. The reason he'd dedicated so many years to the search was because, due to rebirth, his magic was no longer strong enough to fight against Merlin on his own and part of his plan involved confronting the mighty warlock. But before that altercation could transpire, he had to complete one last task.
"Soon, Merlin," he whispered allowed. "Soon I will have what I need to right the wrongs you have committed. All will be as it should have been from the beginning and your foolish dreams will no longer threaten to poison this world. I will have my revenge!"
