We Meet Again
Harry was down in the bowels deep under the school staring into the scarlet, snake-like eyes of his age old enemy. The jolt that ran through the two wizards was powerful and terrible. Harry could remember all those memories that he had gathered over his unnatural lifespan. He remembered seeing Morgana from a far and unattainable beauty. He remembered becoming friends with the Seer. He remembered the two young people helping each other out (both legally and not). He remembered comforting her when she realised she had magic. He remembered being forced to poison her. He remembered her return. He remembered every fight that had happened over the last two millennia.
'Merlin,' those lips curled back in a feral snarl.
'Morgana,' Merlin stepped forward looking at her sadly. 'I remember when you were the dark haired beautiful ward of Uther. And now look at you,' the two stared at each other for a moment. 'Barely able to survive; living off another. Not so powerful are you now, eh, my lady?'
The two old magic users stared at each other a long off memory coming off for when Arthur had said the same.
'I could say the same, oh mighty Merlin stuck in a preteen's body,' smirked Voldemort.
'My youth will pass as it always does,' Harry said with a sense of confidence that came only from being completely comfortable with who you are.
'Ah but your friends,' he sneered the words, 'they will never share your burden.'
'Maybe they will,' Harry disagreed. 'But I will stop you wreaking havoc once again over the land.'
'Oh will you?' the powerful sorcerer looked very dangerous at this time.
'I will,' Harry stared deep into those red eyes.
'Oh no you won't!' snarled the madman.
'Avada Kedavra,' the green light coming out from Quirrel's wand.
'Scildan,' Merlin yelled a shield coming up between them. 'You think that you can beat me Morgana Pendragon?' demanded the angry warlock.
Voldemort laughed a high cold laugh that made his shackles rise, 'yes I do surely you remember when I caught you and used the Fomorroh.'
'And we dueled,' agreed Harry amused, 'leaving you unconscious for Agravaine.'
'That will not happen today,' snorted the witch, or was it wizard.
The two fought ex-friend on ex-friend. Finally the ghost that was Morgana left leaving Quirrel dead on the floor. At that moment Albus Dumbledore appeared looking worried for the pre-teenager before him.
'Harry,' he said worriedly then looked between the eleven year old boy and the man dead on the floor.
'Sorry, he was going to kill me. I had no choice,' Harry said quickly.
'I'm just glad you are okay. Come on let's get you to the hospital wing,' suggested Dumbledore.
'I'm fine,' Harry tried.
Dumbledore it seemed was too much like Gaius and refused to listen to his assurances that he just needed a good night's rest. When Madam Pomfrey informed him he was indeed fine Dumbledore looked at the young boy in surprise. Not many people got away from Voldemort with barely a scratch on them.