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They finally neared the castle. Merlin looked up at the castle, and noted with a faint smile that nothing had changed since he had been there last.
They entered the castle, narrowly dodging Peeves's water balloons, then Harry and Ginny sat at the Gryffindor table, where Ron and Hermione were waiting for them. Merlin stood in the middle of the doorway awkwardly.
Professor McGonagall briskly strode up to him. Merlin was fidgeting uncomfortably because of all the stares he was getting. He had never liked publicity, even in Camelot.
"As you are a new student, you will have to be sorted with the rest of the First Years," McGonagall said. "Then you can sit at your house. I assume you know which house is which?"
Merlin nodded, and said politely, "Yes, I found out on the train."
"Very well." The professor walked to the middle of the hall, where a line of scared looking First Years were waiting.
The Sorting Hat sang it's song, then the Transfiguration teacher pulled out a list of names.
She called out their names, and Merlin started paying attention when he was the last one left.
"Emrys, Michael."
All at once the hall burst into whispers. Merlin walked up to the stool steadily and sat down. The hat started talking in his head before McGonagall had even put it on his head.
"Well, well, Mr Emrys come back again for another year!"
"Yes." Merlin replied shortly. The hat knew who he was, and it always refused to sort the boy, saying that, "You are too powerful for even me to sort!"
As always, Merlin had to choose his house, and he mentally said Gryffindor, after glancing at Harry.
"Ooh, you've come to protect the Potter boy! Very strange lad." The hat shouted "GRYFFINDOR!" and the hall burst into applause.
Merlin found a place near the Trio and sat down.
After the clapping had finished, Dumbledore stood up. "I'm sure you are all wondering who this Mr. Emrys is; he is a student who wishes to continue his studies here. Please feel free to show him around and help him; he doesn't bite." Dumbledore looked at Merlin with a twinkle in his eyes.
All at once, food arrived on the table. Merlin looked at the roast chicken reminiscently, thinking about the grand feasts back in Camelot.
Just as he was about to take a bite of his food, a head popped up in the pudding.
Merlin jumped, but no one else seemed fazed by it. He realised swiftly that it was a ghost he had seen many times before in Hogwarts. Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington. The old ghost was looking at him in shock, but Merlin told him (in his mind) to scram, and scram he did.
"That was weird," Ron mumbled through a mouthful of chicken.
Hermione let out a sigh of disgust. No one else seemed to have noticed Merlin and Nick's exchange.
After everyone had eaten, Dumbledore clapped his hands and the food vanished, and the students became quiet. He started his speech, announcing changes in the staffing arrangements and Quidditch trials, but was soon interrupted by a woman only dressed in pink. Merlin vaguely remembered that she was Dolores Umbridge, who worked in the Ministry.
"Thank you, for those kind words of welcome, Headmaster," she started. She kept on rambling in her sickeningly sweet voice, saying what seemed to be nothing but nonsense. But Merlin knew what she was implying: the Ministry were interfering at Hogwarts. She finished her speech, and the rest of the students jerked out of their stupor when Dumbledore started clapping.
Hermione whispered something to Harry and Ron amidst all the half hearted applause.
Finally Dumbledore allowed them to leave the Great Hall and go to bed.
Ron and Hermione went off to do prefect duties ("Oi, midgets!") and Harry was silently trudging up the stairs to the Gryffindor dormitories. Merlin hurried to catch up with him. "Hi Harry," he said. Harry smiled at him in acknowledgement. "You're going to the Gryffindor Common Room, right? I can follow you?" Merlin already knew the way but Harry looked like he could use a friend.
Harry nodded and they walked up the stairs. "So you can do wandless magic?" he asked, referring to what Merlin had showed them on the train.
"Yeah, but only a little." Merlin had to be careful with what he said now. He would also try to not show them more powerful magic. He knew Hermione was very smart. "I can show you some if you want."
Harry nodded excitedly. "Yeah we could do that."
Just then, Peeves floated by. Harry groaned. "Go away, Peeves."
"Ooh, Potty's veeerrrry angry today!" Peeves chucked gleefully. "Oh, and look who we have here! Mr Emrys, back for another year!"
Merlin winced inwardly but boldly said, "What are you talking about? I haven't been here before."
Peeves cackled. "He's up to his tricks again!" He floated off, leaving Harry looking bemused and Merlin trying to control his annoyance. That poltergeist would be the end of him.
"What did he mean?" Harry asked.
Merlin shrugged nonchalantly. "Who knows. It might just be a trick. Poltergeists are known for their jokes."
When they reached the Common Room everyone seemed to be looking at Harry strangely. "Come on Michael," Harry muttered. "Let's go to the room."
But they were met by two boys arguing. Another boy was reading a book. Merlin cleared his throat.
"Um, this is Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan," Harry said. "That's Neville Longbottom." Merlin nodded.
Seamus seemed to be glaring at Harry. "What's wrong?" Merlin asked.
Dean spoke. "Seamus's mum didn't want him to go to Hogwarts this year."
"Why?" Harry asked confusedly.
"Me mam read in the paper that Dumbledore isn't to be trusted. Said you and him were telling tales." Seamus didn't seem to want to meet Harry's eyes.
"What? Then you tell your mum-"
The door banged open, and Ron walked in. He stopped when he saw the look on everyone's faces. "What's up?"
"Seamus's mum's been reading lies from the Daily Prophet. Thinks that Voldemort-" everybody visibly flinched- "that Voldemort hasn't risen and it was all a lie."
Seamus looked uncomfortable. Dean had taken a massive interest in his West Ham posters.
Harry looked angry. "If you've got a problem sharing a dormitory with me, go and ask McGonagall if you can be moved . . . stop your mummy worrying -"
"You know what?" said Seamus heatedly, casting Harry a venomous look. "He's right, I don't want to share a dormitory with him any more, he's mad."
"That's out of order, Seamus," said Ron, whose ears were starting to glow red - always a danger sign.
"Out of order, am I?" shouted Seamus, who in contrast with Ron was going pale. "You believe all the rubbish he's come out with about You-Know-Who, do you, you reckon he's telling the truth?"
"Yeah, I do!" said Ron angrily.
"Then you're mad, too," said Seamus in disgust.
"Yeah? Well, unfortunately for you, pal, I'm also a prefect!" said Ron, jabbing himself in the chest with a finger. "So unless you want detention, watch your mouth! Anyone else's parents got a problem with Harry?" he said aggressively.
Merlin raised his eyebrows. It looked like Harry's friends were very protective.
Dean shook his head. "I'm a muggle-born, remember? My parents don't know anything."
Neville piped up. "Me and my gran believe you. She even cancelled our subscription to the Prophet! Said they were printing a load of nonsense." He seemed to have finished and was starting at a plant on his bedside table.
Merlin climbed into bed. This day had been an eventful one. The room quietened down but Merlin lay awake. He hadn't forgotten why he had come to Hogwarts in the first place. Morgana was alive again. She had teamed up with Voldemort and nothing would stop them from getting to Harry and Merlin. He sighed. This year was going to be a long one.
Yeah... Was that okay? There may be some spelling mistakes because I'm writing this on my phone, sorry. Remember: 5 reviews! Thanks x
I know I copied a little from the book, sorry.
