Disclaimer: If I was J. K. Rowling this would be published canon.

Harry Potter and Merlin's Deception

The summer was rather warmer then usual at Number Four Privet Drive, and one Harry Potter could attest to this fact. After all the usual chores assigned to him were completed, this day's list was rather short, he returned to the smallest bedroom at the top of the stairs, also known as Harry's room. The Dursleys seemed to have decided that if they ignored Harry more than they normally did, he would leave sooner. This plan would have succeeded if not for one small fact. Harry Potter was not yet seventeen. Thus he stuck at his relatives, both for the blood wards, and his status as a minor.

Upon reaching his room, the sight that greeted him was not what one would expect. The room was far larger then what the house should have allowed. The answer to this quandary was simple. Magic. Harry found e was extremely proficient without a wand and thus his magic was untraceable. After all, it is only the wands the Ministry tracks not the wizard. So with his wandless capabilities growing, he was able to transfigure his room from a hovel to a very lavish place.

Hedwig hooted as Harry walked into his room. He walked over to her perch and began to stroke her feathers.

"Only one week left girl," he said.

And it was true, July thirty first was indeed one week away. Then his seventh year at Hogwarts would begin. He still needed to defeat Voldemort but it would be easier then he thought it would be too.

Dumbledore, after what happened on the Ministry had realized that while Harry maybe the one to kill Voldemort, no prophecy said that the job could not be made easier. So Dumbledore had spent the year up to his death alternately teaching Harry how to duel, how to find and destroy Horcruxes, and going out to do the job himself. There were only two left, the one inside Harry, of which Harry was aware, and Voldemort's snake Nagini.

Because of this success Harry was slightly more optimistic about his chances of survival. Add to that he had been training intensely for a year and he had a small hope. Granted it was one that was catatonic and bleeding internally, but still a small hope.

Hedwig hooted again, and snapped Harry from his thoughts. He then went over to his trunk and removed a book.

'Hermione would be proud,' he thought, 'Reading over the summer and not for class either, she'd have a heart attack!'

Harry was reading on Merlin, he also found it strange that for such an important figure, very little of his written records or even a physical description of him survived. Even the picture on the chocolate frog cards was only an artist's depiction not a real picture. So naturally he read as much as he could not truly trusting most of the information he found. Supposedly Merlin was a shape shifter, capable of wandless magic, could talk to animals, and see the future, and possessed many other lost abilities. Harry resolved that he would speak to Merlin the afterlife.

The week passed quickly in a haze of chores and reading for Harry.

The night before his seventeenth birthday Harry stayed awake like always. He watched the seconds tick away: three, two, one. A silent, bright flash enveloped him and he was gone.

Harry woke on a stone floor, and slowly stood, taking in the rough stonework that faced him.

"Harry Potter, I'll admit I've been expecting you for some time," said a voice behind him.

Harry turned around to face himself.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm you, or at least an older you," the figure replied.

"Prove it."

"Expecto Patronum" the other said tiredly as the same silver stag burst forth.

"Why am I here?" the younger Harry asked.

"I'd rather like to know that myself."

"Fine then, at least tell me this: where are we?"

"Camelot, 1100 A.D."

"Camelot? How did I end up in Camelot? Or go back in time? Who are you and what have you done?" Harry demanded.

"I have done nothing, and as I told you I am an older version of you, and my name is Merlin!"

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