Title: The Return of Merlin (Year 1)
Rating: T
Summary: We all see the seven books through Harry Potter's eyes but what about a muggleborn girl name Sandra Snow. Sorted into Slytherin she finds out that she's not who she thinks she is. Because, centuries ago, she was called Merlin! Follow her through her first year at Hogwarts trying to keep Harry from getting himself killed.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Rowling's Harry Potter characters and I'm making nothing from this.
Chapter 10
Sandra spent weeks pouring over the books inside Merlin's library and focusing on her magic. Time moved fast for her and before she knew it March had come around. Even though the Slytherins hated her for what she represented they couldn't act against her. Not with the warning that Snape had given to them that they would be expelled if they tried anything like a removal again.
And then she had the dreams. She was standing before a creature that looked like a lion but had the scales of a snake. Another creature looked like a man but he had two halves of two different faces. The thing charged at the lion hybrid and the hybrid shot fire out of its mouth. They made contact and the hybrid killed the man and that's when she woke up.
"Dear lord, what was that about?" she whispered.
She decided against telling Dumbledore about the dream.
Alsan told her that Merlin could see future events. The two face man, from what she had read from Merlin's library, was a possessed person. Since Quirrell wanted Harry dead then he had to be hosting for something else. The thought made Sandra shutter and want to vomit. She also spent time with Hermione, studying in the library.
"Ron's being annoying," she said, "He got all mad that Harry went to your house on Christmas."
"Oh give me a break," Sandra muttered.
"So how are things going in Slytherin?"
"I know that they want to try and remove me again but they know that Snape will get on their case about it."
"Well once we figure out how Snape is doing what he's doing then Harry won't have to worry about him anymore."
Sandra did a mental groan.
"So she believes this Professor Snape is the one that wants to hurt the Potter child," Alsan said.
"Yeah, and she won't listen to reason."
"And what does your dreams say?" he asked her.
She had told Alsan about the dream that she had.
"That someone is going to face someone that's a host for another person. You don't think that will be Harry."
"Harry has a fate over him, more powerful than others," Alsan told her. "Keep that in mind. He's the modern form of Arthur and he must be protected."
"Then I'll face him," Sandra told him.
"Do you think that's wise?" Alsan asked her.
"Yes, it is," she said. "I won't allow Harry to get hurt."
"Then I wish you luck, Merlin," Alsan said, "The Potter child is lucky to have a friend like you."
"Thanks," Sandra said.
She hoped that she wasn't making a mistake.
She spent the next month, and a half, trying to keep Harry safe and practice her spells. She knew that her choice to face Quirrell was dangerous. She was just a first year that happens to have access to Merlin's spells and his magic. That didn't mean that she could just blast him against the wall. She would have to plan this out and make things count. She also wouldn't tell anyone that she was facing him.
She didn't want anyone to stop her from getting rid of him.
"Miss Snow," Dumbledore called out.
It was after Charms and she was heading for her Defense lessons with a teacher that he hired named Whitehall. She stopped and looked at him.
"Yes, sir," she said.
"Harry asked me to tell you that he's worried about you," Dumbledore said.
Sandra grinned and said, "Tell him that I'm alright."
He nodded and she hurried off to Defense lessons.
She knocked on the door and waited for an answer but none came. She slowly opened the door and screamed. Whitehall was hanging from a thick rope. She backed away and then the door closed. She turned and standing there was Professor Quirrell.
"You did this," Sandra snarled.
"I do like the muggle method of death," he said, not stuttering at all.
The sickness had come back but she held her stomach.
"You're making your house look bad, mudblood, and I can't have that," he said.
"Go to hell," Sandra snarled. "I know what you are and I know that you want to kill Harry."
He grinned and said, "You can't defend Potter forever. In-fact your time here at Hogwarts is now over."
He pulled out his wand and Sandra summoned the magic that connected Merlin to the castle. A blast of green light came at her and a shield formed to block it. Quirrell was shocked beyond reasoning.
"How in the-."
"I'm Sandra Snow," she said, "Muggleborn Slytherin first year. But many centuries ago I was once called Merlin. I've made a vow to protect this world from people like your master, man with two faces."
A cold laugh came from within the turban and it said, "So the great Merlin comes back to Hogwarts. I will enjoy watching you die."
Quirrell shot another curse at her and the same shield came up.
"You stinking fool! Kill her and do it now."
"I'm trying," he said.
Sandra came at him, the magic that was protecting her sending chairs and desks at him. He smashed them and Sandra kicked him right in the gut. She vaulted over him and bolted for the door, the door opening. She was down a series of steps before she heard the thing talking.
"Time to die, mudblood," it hissed.
She managed to block another curse and ran down the stairs, knowing that he was coming at her. After several more attempts to hit her she bolted outside, the cold air hitting her face. No one was around, everyone in lessons, and Quirrell came outside as well.
"I'm the reincarnation of Merlin, my magic bound to this place and to all places. I command this power to give me a weapon to bring him down."
"Your magic won't work here, Merlin," Quirrell said.
The ground shook and a powerful energy came through her. She felt it travel through her as though it knew what she could take and what she couldn't. Her body shifted, changed, and Quirrell looked at her in horror.
"This is impossible, she's a first year," Quirrell said. "NO, YOU'RE NOT DEFEATING MY MASTER."
He charged at her and she shot out fire from inside her mouth. It hit Quirrell and he burned with a black blue fire that no dragon could ever produce. He screamed as the flames consumed him and then a black smoke came out.
"I will kill you, mudblood, and Potter will be mine," it said.
Sandra passed out.
"You have done well," said a man's voice and Sandra saw an old man standing there. "Even though you're eleven you have proven yourself worthy of being connected to me."
"He's not dead," Sandra said.
"No, he's not," the man said, "By the way, the name is Merlin. The land is still connected to my power and it will answer your call."
"The dream, that was me," Sandra said to him.
Merlin grinned and said, "Strange thing, dreams. You never know if their visions or just dreams. You took a chance because you cared for your friend. As Alsan said, he's lucky to have a friend like you."
"He'll be back," Sandra told him.
"Of course," he said, "He's done something beyond horrible to never die. Your friend will have to face that but he has you. So that makes things better."
And then the world dissolved into nothing.