Merlin is to BBC as Harry Potter is to Warner Bros and J.K. Rowlings

Homestuck

An unknown owl brought Merlin (as the boy had learned he was called) a letter the very next day.

It was addressed to one Mr. Merlin Ambrosius, 23 1/2 Golden Noble Hill, Colchester.

He could read, he found, but not what the letter dictated. Kilgharrah - who happened to be a dragon - had to read over his shoulder when reading the letter.

The objects in the house also had names, some of which Merlin could almost apply significance to. The oven was strictly prohibited by Kilgharrah, which he thought was absolutely ludicrous. He made a point of saying so, but tripped over a pair of shoes immediately after. Merlin was not allowed to touch the stove either.

Kilgharrah read aloud:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Ambrosius,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

"Of course," Kilgharrah exclaimed once he finished, "You will surely find your way if you travel to Hogwarts."

"Why is that?" Merlin looked over the list of items he would need for this school. "I thought you said I already knew how to do magic."

"Of course you did, warlock, but you have forgotten the arts. We can't have that," the disguised creature tutted. "I knew you would eventually cause your own demise with all the experimentation you had taken to. Alchemy, spells, the creation of an entirely new form of magic!"

Kilgharrah ranted and scolded like a mother hen, Merlin thought, but all the dragon said was probably true. After all, the youth could not remember the years upon years of memories Kilgharrah said he was missing.

"Worst of all," the owl continued, "I can't be reverted into a dragon by anyone other that you!"

"I said I was sorry!"

"You can't have meant it if you don't remember why you did it! You really are an idiot, young warlock, but a powerful fool is powerful nonetheless."

Merlin rolled his eyes. "Just tell me why I have to go to this Pigmole-"

"-Hogwarts."

"- School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I thought you said I was no good at the new new magic. That I'm too powerful."

"You are, but you can learn. After all, we must find a way to control your magic. You have no idea how, and it's especially vicious for your child body," this, he said, while narrowing his yellow eyes, scrutinizing Merlin's "child body".

Merlin frowned. He liked his body. It was the only one he knew.

"Alright. So I'm going to learn how to control my powers?"

"Yes, but that is not all. You have many important lessons. Now, young warlock, you must be careful to not reveal your identity. I'm sure someone of your caliber will- no, no. I will have to accompany you if we are to prevent your name from emerging. We will have to enchant more than just this letter, but I'm sure you have something in this collection of useless spells you were so intent on creating…"

Kilgharrah continued to mutter, scouring the room and its myriad of books.

"But I still don't know how to get my memories back," Merlin drawled.

"Neither do I," Kilgharrah said. "I have told you time and again that you should adhere to the Old Religion, but you have pushed the boundaries of insolence. I'm sure this was divine punishment, but I can't just leave my dragonlord to fend for himself in the streets of the Kingdom."

So Kilgharrah was just taking care of him. Merlin felt a smile tug at his lips. He frowned when the full meaning of Kilgharrah's words reached him.

"So I'm not going to remember?"

"It is unlikely that you won't remember," Kilgharrah said, "but you had a reason and a life when you did. Now," he looked at Merlin's lanky form, "you are just a child. You can't work, and you can't use magic without causing a disaster. We have no idea when your memories will return, so we can only work through this."

"Then I'm stuck like this."

"We're stuck like this."

Merlin released a breath with a scowl. It hadn't been particularly annoying to not have memories when he'd only just woken up, but his life had become terribly boring in the one day he could remember of it.

A book passed his head, and Merlin flailed. He glared in Kilgharrah's direction, still attempting to prevent a hard fall. "That almost hit me!"

"I wish it had. Look through it. You made the language - only you can read that book. Get."

Merlin almost refused, but one look at the owl's eyes told him Kilgharrah was not messing around.

It was by pure coincidence that he happened upon a journal entry titled "In case of amnesia" first.

"What's am-neh-si-a?" he asked, sounding out the word.

"Amnesia," Kilgharrah corrected, "is a muggle medical term for one's loss of memory. You studied medicine at some point or another, recently too."He perked up slightly, "Have you found something on it?"

"Yes. 'In case of amnesia'," Merlin quoted.

"Read it."

Merlin obeyed. "'I hope Kilgharrah never has the chance to read this'," he began, snorting along with the disguised dragon. "'However, it's bound to happen. There are many years of experience in my mind, but a human body is delicate, immortal or not. My old friend, I'm sure you and I understand this more than anyone. No amount of power could help clumsy me avoid injury.

"'If I do ever get amnesia - here I'll remind that this entails a loss of memory - and it happens to be severe, I advise taking me to an experienced medic. A muggle physician will do. I doubt my colleagues will be alive, though maybe they are. If I break down, the bracelets are in an enchanted chest under my bed.' What bracelets?" he paused to ask.

Kilgharrah looked grim, but answered nonetheless. "They block a sorcerer's magic, but they are not pleasant. Thankfully, you won't be in need of them. What else has your wiser self dictated on the matter?"

"'But you know me'," he continued, "'I will rarely suffer so harshly from means such as those regular men suffer from. I fear my true demise may be of my own work, but Gaius was a good teacher, and his curiosity of the world infected me. I cannot simply stop creating and building and learning, Kilgharrah. I know. You hate that I delve into things of the unknown, but the Old Religion had to start somewhere, right? Just as well, I'm starting something new. It is not wrong, nor right. It just is. It is magic.

"'Sadly, everything is dangerous, especially in my line of work - if I may call it that. Things explode all the time, is what I'm trying to say. Spells get shot at random directions and I tend to get hit by them. This language is ingrained into us, Merlin, which is why you can read it. It is ours, it is us. Kilgharrah, you'll have to teach me English. Take me to Hogwarts. Things rarely go wrong there. And if they do, they do it for the very worst. In that case, take me.

"'Guys, be careful. Destiny is a tricky thing, and memory is a distinguished artifact held dearly by living beings. If my memory has slipped from me, it must mean something is coming. Or maybe I'm a paranoid old fool. Things rarely work out, so let's be safe than sorry. Kilgharrah, teach me please, my old friend, but try to limit the riddles. See you soon, Merlin.' That's how it ends."

Kilgharrah swooped to the boys shoulder, looking over the language that Merlin had ingrained into himself. It made no sense for the dragon, but underneath it were runes that did.

"You left spells," he said, silently - very very silently - praising Merlin for remembering to leave them. They were just what they needed, and a few more to spare. Merlin had indeed become wise with age, though he would remain a fool in Kilgharrah's eyes nonetheless.

"They look like gibberish," Merlin complained. "I said that you would have to teach me to read, but do I have to learn to read English and this?"

"Don't worry, young warlock, I'm sure you'll manage," Kilgharrah said dryly. "You took to the language of the Old Religion quite quickly your first time around, I'm sure it will be no different this time." This was said only to soothe the boy, of course.

Kilgharrah was just as enthusiastic, if not less so, to be a teacher for a younger Merlin. To make matters worst, Kilgharrah's sight had not been on destiny. All he was now was a dragon, a companion to his dragonlord. Nothing less, nothing more.

Well, the dragon narrowed its eyes, looking at his body, I'm an owl. Nothing less, maybe more. He was not surprised to find that that set of spells a wiser Merlin had left them lacked one to turn him back into a dragon. That is so Merlin, he complained mentally.

The list of items for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry lay only a few steps away. Kilgharrah had to wonder how he was going to guide Merlin through Diagon Alley.

Worst, he dared not think of what would happen when they reached Gringotts.

The disguised dragon groaned, feeling the millennium he had lived weigh him down in a single moment. Those twenty years spent under a castle would be nothing compared to this.

"Kilgharrah?" Merlin asked, innocent worry flashing in his eyes as if he weren't the cause of the elder's suffering. Just for that, Kilgharrah made sure to fly close enough to the boy's head to hit him with a wing. "Ow!"

He deserved it.

Un-everything (beta, exciting &c.) I'm sorry. I'm tired. Junior year is as fun as the weather is cold. Not very, but still a little :/

See ya, I guess.