The Return of Merlin: Chapter Two
I'm not sure whether to keep Harry and Morgana old or make them young in coming chapters so I decided to ask you the reader. What do you think? Old or Young?
Two thousand years ago
"Shhh, calm, calm," a soothing voice entered the ear of Harry Potter, the moment he had entered the veil he had passed out. All he remembered was a flash of black hair and emerald-green eyes boring into his very soul
"Hello?" he called out, for a moment no one responded but then he heard a woman breathe a sigh of relief. He was blindfolded it seemed and he wondered how long he had been out, this was not the first time he had felt like this but there was something different about it,
"You're awake," the soothing voice sighed after a moment, Harry reached for the blindfold but a soft hand pushed his back down.
"You have suffered a very grave injury, very grave indeed. A soul injury, the worst one I have ever seen and there is no way I am going to let you take that blindfold until I am sure that vile thing is out of your body!" the woman explained sternly; reminding Harry of madam Pompfrey in a way.
"Soul injury?" Harry wondered trying to recall what happened after he touched the veil
"There was a fragment of soul embedded within your soul, its source of origin seemed to be that lighting shaped scar but it was too far away from the owner and by far I mean the magic used to create it never happened. It was destroyed the moment you touched the ground and it was a good job the King was hunting in the area, he brought you back to me and you have been here for the last two weeks," she answered. Two weeks? He had been like this for two weeks! No wonder he felt groggy but that was not the only thing on his mind
"Wait was there a man with me?" Harry demanded suddenly remembering Sirius, the woman sighed and Harry already knew it was going to be bad news.
"Yes, I'm sorry, he was already dead. There was nothing we could do except give him a burial, I assume he was a sorcerer and I gave him the last rites. He went from this world to the next with his magic pure and more importantly he was at peace," she informed him. Harry was crushed; he was so sure he would be able to save him and instead he had injured himself and his godfather was still dead, nothing could change that. A tear trickled from his eye and the woman gently wiped it up
"He died in peace my dear, I know you feel hurt and I know what losing a loved one is like but do not let grief corrupt you, use it. Use his memory for good; I don't know how you are related but I know that he would not have blamed for whatever happened, I know that he would have loved you to the last moment, I know this because you went through the death's veil for him and you may be the first to survive," the woman soothed empathising with him in a way.
"Who are you?" Harry questioned after a while wanting to distract his active brain from the realisation Sirius was dead.
"My name is Morgana, Morgana Le Fay I am known as, or the healer of Camelot, and you?" she responded with knowing what he was trying to do. Morgana Le Fay? That name belonged to… it couldn't be the same person could it?
"Calm yourself, the rumours you have heard about me are not true, that is my sister's work and unfortunately we are twins, almost identical and some of her deeds have been confused for mine," she must have seen his face and was already worried about being judged. Harry was about to say something in protest; he had heard she was a dark witch but he stopped himself from saying anything. He had been judged all year and he had no right to do the same to whoever this was, she had healed him and he was not going to respond by making accusations. Then it hit him, Morgana Le Fay had lived in the time or Merlin so how could she be here?
"Where am I?" he asked suddenly wanting to ensure this was not a trap of any kind
"Camelot, the one place where magic is legal and it is a very good thing I found you before anyone else did," she explained slowly. Camelot? This had to be a joke but at the same time it was the only explanation that made sense, for some reason he didn't believe this was a trap or scheme by Voldemort and he had leapt through the jaws of death; literally.
"So who are you?" the woman inquired after a while; realising that she knew nothing about him.
"My name is Harry, Harry Potter," he revealed after a few moments.
"Nice to meet you," she announced "Now unless you have any further questions you need to rest, the king is very anxious to meet you,". Before Harry could ask her about the king, or more about where he was she muttered words in a language he didn't recognise and he fell quickly asleep.
Present Day
"Merlin?" Tonks was the first to speak; ignoring the passed out Fudge and numerous other people she had decided to break the scene. The scene itself involved most of the room staring at the aged Harry with shock while others looked disbelieving; the whole room had been blanketed in unnatural silence and even Dumbledore was taken aback. The twinkle in his eyes had vanished and even he was staring at Harry open mouthed
"Yes," Harry answered immediately glad someone had broken the tension.
"Merlin?" Kingsley questioned completely taken by surprise,
"Yes," Harry replied again with a smile, Morgana was trying to keep a straight face at the obvious shock the people inside the room held while he was waiting for someone to say something else.
"Me…" Lupin began also surprised
"Ok he's Merlin, please can we move on!" Morgana announced getting slightly bored of everyone saying the same thing over and over again.
"How do we know you're not lying," an auror accused suddenly, Harry shook his head; he knew people would be disbelieving and decided to give them a show to prove he was the real Merlin. He nudged Morgana and handed her his staff, then knowing the whole room was watching his every step moved forward, he concentrated on the fountain for a few moments before spreading his palms.
"Aqatus dragken ansa cotorn yepelth" he whispered. There was no light or show of power, nothing except the water in the fountain suddenly rising up. While wandless magic was a feat this was not evidence Harry was Merlin and the auror was about to say something when the water began to form into a shape; it was a dragon and about double the size of Harry himself. Then the water exploded and a real dragon erupted from its liquid cocoon, the aurors cried out but it did not attack, instead it landed not far away from Harry and bowed its head. It was huge and shining red scales glinted in the light of the Atrium and its head held bright yellow eyes which glared at the disbelieving aurors. It seemed annoyed it was not at full height but Harry knew that its full height would never fit in a room even one this big.
"You have summoned me once more Emrys, the dragons will always answer your call as I promised on the coronation of Arthur," it announced to the room. Morgana's hand suddenly melted into his, he always welled up at the mention of his closest ever friend, Arthur and him had been like brothers and what had happened to him in the end had broken his heart.
"Thank you, it is good to see you the last time we spoke we were at the battle of Hastings," Harry smiled up at his friend. He had known the dragon since the very beginning; he had gone for a walk and ran into bandits. Before he could even reach for his wand the dragon attacked, the bandit's fled and Harry prepared to but the dragon stopped him, the dragon had warned him of what was to come and also explained who he really was. He didn't accept the fact until years later but he and the dragon had remained close friends.
"It was, the last time we spoke the kingdom you built fell, I warned you Harold was not to be trusted, he usurped a title that was not rightfully his but you stayed true to the dynasty," the dragon murmured. Harry shook his head
"I was being true to my promise Drakanath, but now Arthur's dynasty is dead and I am a free man in some ways. Apart from marriage," he joked but Morgana punched him on the arm. Despite her being a few thousand years ago she still packed a lot of strength. The revelation that he was married sent shockwaves of gaps through the room and Harry did not want to look at Ginny; he knew how she would take the news. Sure enough she was looking like she had been stamped on and was glaring at Morgana with pure contempt.
"Goodbye Emrys, we will meet again," the dragon smiled slightly before melting into the shadows. This time the questioning auror fainted and the room looked even more stunned than they did before, he could suddenly see Rita Skeeter in the background who was now free from Hermione's deal; her pen had exploded and ink was already dripping down her face but she was counting her gallons already as the story of the century unfolded.
"Merlin's beard," someone began. Morgana stifled a laugh; she had concocted up with that phrase a long time ago as revenge for something he did and despite all of Harry's efforts the saying stuck like superglue; then it evolved into other variations of the initial saying and anything belonging to Merlin could be used as a curse. "Merlin's pants" was a particularly weird one but once someone he knew shouted "Merlin's teapot" which made no sense. Fudge was suddenly back on his feet and seeing a chance to gain political power grabbed Harry's hand and stood in front of Percy Weasley who was holding a camera, before Harry could say or protest in anyway it flashed.
"Glad to make your acquaintance Mr Merlin, the greatest sorcerer of all time, would you care to say a few words?" Fudge asked very diplomatically. Harry shook his head and snatched his hand back
"Not right now minister," he replied putting some emphasis on the word minister, the bumbling fool was not much of a minister and more of a puppet than anything else but he had no time to talk.
"Right now I would like to return to my home with my wife, we are both old and in need of a rest," Harry explained quickly wanting to escape quickly. He hadn't planned for being roped into the world of politics so quickly; he nodded to Dumbledore and quickly sent a mental message.
"If you want to meet me, then travel to the north coast, the very tip of Britain they call it and there you will find a boat invisible to Muggles, that will take you to my home," Harry explained.
"Rest?" Fudge inquired, Harry sighed; obviously the idea of the great Merlin getting tired was not one he could comprehend.
"Yes, I have apprehended almost a dozen death eaters including Bellatrix Lestrange and let us not forget that me and my wife made Lord Voldemort flee, we must retire now for it is late," Harry explained wanting to make it clear he was a human being; something the wizarding world would not understand in a hurry. Merlin was made out to be a god-like figure and despite the truth behind much different; he never managed to change that.
"Of course sir, we will have to reschedule, we can hold a press conference. If that is ok with you of course, the greatest wizard of all time obviously has a lot on his mind and if you can make a conference to explain… everything then we would be most grateful. Thank you," Fudge announced warmly. Harry was not going to be fooled and if it was'nt for the fact he was tired then he would have given Fudge a piece of his mind, however he was tired and decided to leave it be for now. So before anyone could react he vanished in a cloud of smoke.
"By the way I'm Morgana Le Fay," he wife cried as they were leaving. Fudge passed out again and Rita Skeeter was looking like all her Christmases had come at once.
