A/N Here is Chapter 10, as promised. Soon is tangible.

Chapter 10

Hogwarts, Scotland, 12:00 PM Local

Voldemort had taken Harry to the headmaster's office, and stood with him at the desk.

Harry noticed that Voldemort hadn't bothered to disarm him, so he must have been confident. Suddenly, he felt Gabrielle. Not physically, but in his head. She asked, "Are you OK?"

He replied, "Yes. Are you guys OK?"

"Yes. They took our wands, and we are being marched to Hogwarts."

"I'm with Voldemort. I'll be safe."

"OK."

Voldemort cackled, "At last. Harry Potter, without some stupid protection, delivered to me. You know now that part of me is in you, and you know the prophecy. I must kill you, Potter."

Harry remained stone-faced.

"Your friends have been convinced that you would come back. Well, you did, but not in the way they expect. Shall we go see them? Follow me."

Harry had no choice but to oblige. He followed the Dark Lord down the spiral stairs, through the rotating eagle, and to the Great Hall. As they walked, Harry noticed a growth on By the time they arrived, the ministers and Gabby were being ushered roughly into the Hall, as well.

Harry turned the corner, and was greeted by the sight of his friends sitting on the stone floor of the Great Hall, defeated.

His friends looked up, expecting to see more prisoners, and they saw Harry and gasped. They saw that he was walking behind Voldemort, and their faces contorted into anger.

Harry continued following the Dark Lord, and he saw more and more faces. He found Ginny sitting with Hermione and Ron, and they looked up, and smiled wanly before retreating into their despair again.

The Hall woke up at the sight of Harry, but then realized his predicament, and they seemed more defeated.

Voldemort reached the raised pedestal where Dumbledore had once stood. He raised the light level in the hall, and said, his voice magnified, "I have an announcement."

No one looked up.

"We have captured the Ministers of Magic from every country in the International Ministry of Magic. We have also captured Harry Potter."

There was an even more pronounced gasp from the prisoners. There were shouts of "No, Harry!" from across the hall that ended in screams as they received a Cruciatus Curse.

Voldemort pulled a chair from the empty and barren staff table, and indicated to Harry to sit in it. Harry, once again, was forced to oblige.

"Now, begins the new age." Voldemort said, drawing his wand. "Now, no one can harm me."

"I must say, Potter, I expected greater resistance from you. All you did was walk into my trap, and now you will die."

He raised the Elder Wand, and cast the killing curse. "Avada Kedavra!"

Harry saw the flash of green, then white, then he opened his eyes.

Somewhere.

He was in a green field, standing by an angular stone. In the middle of the green field, in the direction the stone seemed to point, he saw a stone structure. He recognized the structure as the complete Stonehenge. At the Altar Stone in the middle of the ancient Sarsen Horseshoe, he saw a robed man. He jogged the distance from the stone to the man, who turned to greet him. The man eyed him strangely, then cautiously bowed to Harry, asking, "Whither comest?"

"Pardon?" Harry said.

"Whither comest thou, lad?"

"Where am I?"

"Thou art at the Stonehenge, in Albion."

Harry recognized Albion as the ancient name of England, before the Romans named it Britannia. He looked around, and then back to the man.

"What year is it?"

"It is the fourteenth day of After-Yule."

"What?"

"Art thou ill? What wearest?"

Harry looked at his t-shirt and jeans.

He glanced down and shrugged. "Clothes."

The man reached out to him and touched his clothes.

"Tis unlike any cloth I have felt."

The man was examining the fibers of his shirt, when from the other side of the hill came a voice.

"Who goes there besides you, Aelfgar?"

"A stranger, sir."

A man reached the top of the hill, and looked at Harry. Harry returned his intent gaze. The man looked familiar to Harry, but he couldn't quite place his face. He had much the same twinkle in his eyes as Dumbledore, or even the International Minister. Harry sensed power in this man in the very same way Dumbledore and the Minister had radiated control - even standing in the middle of a breezy plain, surrounded by nature the robed man seemed in total control.

He spoke to Harry, "Good day, sir. Whither comest?"

"I don't know. Who are you?"

"I am Merlin, wizard of Albion, traveler of the world."

Harry processed this, and said, "Merlin?" He realized now why he looked so familiar. Harry had seen many illustrations of Merlin in his years of study at Hogwarts.

"That is me. Now, who are you, or I shall have to take you to the king." Merlin drew his wand. Harry found his own wand in his pocket. He drew it confidently, and Merlin gasped.

"A wand?"

Merlin turned to his companion, saying, "Come with me, if you please. Aelfgar, continue the drawings."

Hogwarts, Scotland, 12:45 PM

Meanwhile, at Hogwarts, when the Killing Curse had struck Harry, the Hall erupted in outrage. Voldemort shot stupefy spells into the crowds, the Death Eaters doing the same.

"Harry Potter is dead!" Voldemort shouted.

Gabrielle had keeled over on the ground next to her dad, in extreme pain. Delacour, alarmed, knelt down beside her. "Gabrielle! Are you OK?"

Gabrielle coughed violently, and her nose began to bleed, blood gushing from her nose like a faucet.

A few of the ministers crowded around her, but without their wands, they were powerless.

Gabrielle opened her eyes, said, weakly, "Harry," then she passed out.

The blood flow slowed, and eventually her nose clotted. The Spanish minister checked for a pulse on her wrist, and told Delacour, "She is alive, but barely there."

Delacour was white with anxiety, and sat by Gabrielle as she remained unconscious.

Stonehenge, Albion

Harry stood by Aelfgar a moment longer as Merlin began to head over the hill, taking in the surroundings. Was he dead? He didn't know. As he contemplated the monoliths of Stonehenge, he saw a flash of blonde as a certain Veela fell to the ground.

He rushed over to Gabrielle as she lay by the stone he had come from. Aelfgar saw him run over, and he called Merlin back.

"What is it, Aelfgar?"

"Master, another has come!"

Merlin turned and looked at Harry carrying Gabrielle across the green field. When Harry reached Merlin, Merlin asked, "You have met?"

Harry replied, breathlessly, "Yes."

Harry carried Gabrielle to Merlin's cart. Merlin mounted the cart, waved to Aelfgar, grabbed the reins, and set off.

When Harry asked where they were going, Merlin replied, "A village."

Harry had laid Gabrielle down on the woolen cloth in the back of the cart. As the cart began to move, she began to stir. She opened her eyes, and saw Harry. She sat up quickly, then clambered up onto the cart seat next to Harry, still shaky.

"Where am I? I was just in Hogwarts, and Voldemort killed you, and I felt a pain in my chest, and –"

"I don't know. We are in Ancient England, called Albion. The man leading the cart is Merlin."

"What?"

"I don't know. I'm honestly as confused as you are. He's taking us to his village, and he seemed impressed that I had my wand."

"Did it hurt?" she asked.

"The killing curse? No. It was quick. I'm not sure if I'm dead though, seeing as I have my wand.

Harry hadn't noticed that it was actually pretty cold outside. The veela bond still seemed to be working, as she mentally commented on the nature of their imprisonment as she showed him that someone had taken her wand.

They rode in silence, Merlin only asking the occasional question in an attempt to learn where they had come from.

After about four hours of travel, they arrived at the village, which was small and quiet. It was beginning to get dark. There were a few people in the streets that gawked at Harry and Gabrielle. Merlin ushered them into his house, and sat them in chairs by his fire.

He closed the windows, and sat across from them.

He pointed to Harry, asking "How do you call yourself?"

"My name?"

"Yes."

"Harry."

"And your woman?"

Gabrielle opened her mouth to protest, but Harry mentally asked her to be quiet.

"She is named Gabrielle."

"Have you your wand?"

Merlin was inquisitive.

"Yes."

"Show me what you can do."

Harry produced his wand, and caused a leather-bound tome on Merlin's table to rise up.

Merlin gave Harry a look very similar to Dumbledore's eye-twinkling glance over the top of his half-moon glasses.

"Surely you can do more than just levitate a book."

Harry closed his eyes and thought of the last time his friends were safely together with him, focused on their smiles and on their laughter, and cast his Patronus.

Merlin was impressed. He passed his wand over Harry. "Thou art very powerful in the magic," Merlin said. "I feel your power." He continued probing the air around Harry. He chuckled. He probed an area around Harry's chest, then commented, "It feels as if thy spirit is torn, torn wide. Split across time." He closed his eyes, then reached towards Gabrielle, as well.

"I know why she hath come after you. Thy energies are bound, and moving so suddenly across time and space hath pulled her with you."

"Can you send me back?" Harry asked.

"I cannot, but there is an artifact at the High School that could, perhaps."

"How long does it take to get to the High School?" Gabrielle asked.

"A week's travel by cart," said Merlin.

Harry had a hunch. He had read some history of Hogwarts, and learned that the four founders had built Hogwarts over the site of an ancient school. In fact, he had come through the ancient part of the castle when he had defeated Professor Quirrell.

"Is the school in the far north, by a lake? With merpeople and squids?" Harry asked.

"Yes. It is by a lake housing a substantial number of merpeople."

Gabrielle recognized what Harry was getting on to.

"Merlin, sir, have you ever Apparated?"

"Pardon, have I what?"

"Apparated." Harry stood, and Apparated across the room with a crack.

Merlin was absolutely dumbfounded. "What is this?" he shouted, rising to his feet, awestruck and threatened at the same time.

Gabrielle performed a similar feat, and Merlin was even more awestruck.

"How –"

"I can't teach you, but I think I can take you to the High School." Harry extended his hand to Merlin, and Gabrielle grabbed his hand.

Harry stepped forward, and thought of the Great Hall. He hesitated, because he remembered that the Great Hall hadn't been built yet.

He elected to Apparate to a place he knew existed, Hogsmeade.

There was a crack, and Merlin, Harry, and Gabrielle appeared out of thin air at Hogsmeade, in front of a short building that would later become the Hog's Head.

Merlin was amazed. A few elderly wizards poked their heads out of their shop windows, then poked them back in. The three wizards ran up the steps to the school. When they mounted the hill, Harry saw a single story building, made of stone.

"Is this the High School?"

"Yes."

A contingent of wizards came out to greet Merlin. They stopped when they saw the oddly dressed couple with him. One of them ran in to tell the Headmaster of the School.

He entered the Headmaster's study, which was in the room in which Harry had retrieved the philosopher's stone, and reported that "A man in short white tunic and blue cloth wrapping his legs and a woman dressed similarly have arrived with Merlin."

The headmaster hurried up the stairs, more interested in seeing these travelers than his old colleague, Merlin.

The headmaster walked from the door, and Merlin reached out to embrace him. He pointed at Harry, and asked, "Who art thou?"

Harry said, "I am from the future. I need to return there."

The headmaster hesitated, but Merlin nodded.

He said, "Come in. We have much to discuss."

They entered through the door, and entered a Hallway that Harry recognized as the hallway in which he had escaped Fluffy. The hall was clean and bright, filled with desks and wizards studying. An occasional spell disrupted the silence, and many wizards looked up at the strangers.

The headmaster approached the trapdoor upon which Fluffy had been kept, and opened it, descending into another brightly lit room. Harry recognized the same rooms as he had seen when he had retrieved the sorcerer's stone. He passed through them, and reached the final room, where Quirrell had been defeated. The room was a library, with a desk covered in books.

The headmaster said, "This is my study."

He sat at his desk, and opened it, rummaging through a pile of scrolls. He pulled out a gilded scroll, and read it aloud.

"This is a report from a person who journeyed to the Oracle of Delphi in Greece: 'The Oracle, in her wisdom, hath informed me that there will, one day, be two people that come by the monument, one of a hawk and one of a stag. She sayeth that they art of the future, and that they must be returned lest they destroy the world.'"

"This is a prophecy of the Oracle of Greece. And you two appear to be the people described in the prophecy. We received this report from a student abroad in Greece. When we received this message, we created a device that theoretically traverses time. But we do not have enough power to make it work. Not even the combined energy of all the wizards of Albion can make our creation function."

Harry contemplated how to get back, but he came up dry. He was lost, again, and there was no way he could get back.

The headmaster said, "We will take you to try to operate this machine tomorrow."

Harry asked, "Where do we stay?

Merlin replied, "We have rooms here at the school reserved for guests."

The headmaster said, "I will see you tomorrow."

Merlin led Harry and Gabrielle from the room. They took a left in the room in which Harry had caught keys on a broomstick and they found a hallway, one that Harry had never seen before. Merlin showed them to a door on the left. Harry opened the door to find a guest bedroom that was small and cozy, with one bed and a fireplace. Harry asked Merlin if they had any food, and Merlin called for a young wizard to bring food to the room.

Gabrielle and Harry sat on the bed, and the young servant rushed back with food. They took the hard bread and wine offered them, and ate it quickly. The servant took their plates and left the room.

Harry laid back on the bed, and Gabrielle laid beside him. The bed was easily big enough to fit the two of them, and it was stuffed with something incredibly soft.

Harry and Gabrielle fell asleep quickly, dreaming of their time.

A/N What an interesting chapter. My mind is blown.