A Thousand Years

*Spoilers: Merlin series 5 & Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows*

"The old religion is the one thing that binds this earth and all its contents together, without it you and I can only imagine the consequences"

The year is 2019, Merlin has waited over a thousand years for his master, but now he cannot wait any longer. The magic in the earth is forever growing weaker, and he needs help, not only from Arthur, but from a wizard who left this sort of life behind 21 years ago, and Harry Potter is less than happy to go back to it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin or Harry Potter.

Cover art by FalconFate. You should check out her other art on DeviantArt: FalconFate (she is very good at drawing dragons and animals!)


Author's Note:

Hiya! This is my first story using FanFic, I hope you will enjoy it! It's a follow on from the two stories of Harry Potter and Merlin. Merlin's character is far into the future, and for Harry's it's 21 years later. It mainly revolves around Merlin, but I'm going to try and make Harry someone he will rely upon to complete his new destiny.

I'm going to try and update it with a new chapter, within a few days, but it won't always be that quick.

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Prologue

"He is the once and future king." That's what Kilgharrah had said. Well, talk about bloody future; he was over a thousand years into it! But, Merlin was still waiting, still wondering. Would Arthur ever come back? Would his master ever return? Or, was the story that Kilgharrah had told him, just that, a story?

The druids had said to wait when the lightning had struck. So he had waited, and waited, all the while watching, as the world and its people rushed by him. Only he had stayed the same. The matter that had made up Merlin all those years ago was still there. It had not altered in the slightest. He, using nothing but his will, had fought to maintain his original mind set, and so far he was winning. All the sarcasm, all the witty humour, all the banter that was still there, the only thing left now was Arthur.

His body, on the other hand, well that he could not explain, it hadn't changed in the least; those sharp cheek bones, which should have been saggy, wrinkled skin; those piercing, blue eyes which should have been dull and lifeless. Yes, he knew exactly what he should have looked like, after all he'd seen it before more times than cared to imagine. It seemed his body, like the old religion just was.

No, those elements that had come together to make Merlin refused to change. He made sure of that not only for himself, but for Arthur, however long it might be before he got bored of whatever he was doing and decided to help Merlin, because Merlin needed help. God knows he needed help.

Just was. Those words sent a chill down his spine. Was, He hated the word. What was; what had been. His past, Camelot's past, and the old religion? Even that was so very nearly past…. The thought made his breath catch in his throat, and his heart beat a little faster.

"Oh, Arthur please hurry up! Our time's running out. Everyone's time's running out." He whispered. Then, with a sigh, rolled his eyes "Talking to yourself now are you? Oh great!"


It was that time of the week again. Harry sighed and slouched back in his chair; even Hermione seemed dubious, it was, after all History of Magic class. In all his time at Hogwarts Harry had never once enjoyed the lesson. Taught by the ghost of professor Binns, it was not renowned in Hogwarts as being the most inspiring class and all of the students, even Hermione it seemed, hated it.

Two minutes later, Professor Binns drifted in, head floating from side to side, not taking notice of any of the already bored students that surveyed him. He hovered over his chair, cleared his throat and begun. Harry groaned, taking out his books, he prepared himself for a full hour monotonous copying and reciting. His head already hurt from the mere thought of it.

Hours later, or was it minuets? He couldn't tell. Harry snapped out of a day dream. The professor's voice had become obscenely high after the mention of Morgan Le Fay, it seemed the ghost didn't much approve of the age old witch, and was showing this by making his voice so high that at some points it seemed as though a mouse had got into the room.

Today's lesson was on Merlin, an area of history that Harry had thought he would find most interesting. Alas, the old wizard's story, like many others recited by Binns, took to the place in Harry's head where all his thoughts were a blurred mash of boredom.

"Merlin, also known as Emrys, was the most powerful sorcerer that ever lived." The ghost droned on "In his time he defeated all manner of creatures, whilst, at the same time tutoring the young Arthur Pendragon. Arthur looked up to the wizard and took every lesson as a blessing. Nowhere days Merlin spends most of his time is solitude and rarely appears in public-." And, so on and so forth Harry began to delve back into his subconscious, his eyes closing; he caught one last slice of sentence before falling asleep.

"….and, so, Merlin never returned to Camelot." Then he was gone.


"Bye mum, bye dad" Lily said, kissing her parents one last time before hopping onto the train.

"I don't know what they're going to do without us -" James whispered "rattling around in that house all alone, they'll go stir crazy, we'll come back and the house will have burnt down!"

"Oy! I heard that!" said Ginny, as she embraced her two boys, Albus stifling a laugh as he too hopped onto the train. All three waved goodbye, steam beginning to rise in their nostrils. Harry put an arm around Ginny, and seeing the growing look of disgust on James's face, kissed her. James shook his head, and to further show his objection, abruptly stopped waving. Out of the corner of his eye Harry could see Ron laughing, and then they were gone, and that was it. All three of Harry's children had left for Hogwarts, and James was right, what would they do in a big house all on their own?

Slowly, they joined the others; Harry could see Hermione's eyes filling with tears. Her youngest , Hugo had just left too, meaning apart from their jobs her and Ron would have no other responsibilities, Harry tried not to laugh, his friend was immensely hard working, and she liked it that way. Ron on the other hand, seemed to be relieved. He loved his kids, Harry knew that, but his companion often complained about how much work they all were.

Even so, Harry knew the next term was going to be hard a hard one, maybe they all needed a holiday; he couldn't see Hermione jumping at the idea, but Ginny and Ron on the other hand. Harry had never really had much of a holiday, apart from the odd capping trip, where it had constantly rained; he was pretty hard done by in that area. Yes, that was an idea, when he got home he would ask them. Just the four of them all together, Harry couldn't wait.