I'm back! To tell you the truth, I was actually rather surprised by the response that I received from the last chapter. I got, like, twenty three reviews (can you believe it?) all 'desperate' for more and some even resorted to begging! Hence the reason why this chapter has arrived fairly soon...
Anyway, I would like to warn you about a few things; in the first half, there will be a lot of... not exactly observation, but more... Explanation and thoughts. You know, stuff like that.
Secondly; in the 'Solution' - You will know when it appears, but if you are confused, it's between Merlin and Luna, you will need to know these things;
Italic; Memory
Underlined; thoughts and interactions (in the Present, but in the Mind)
Underlined and Italic; Merlin interacting with a Memory (present tense, but in the Mind)
So, sit back, relax and hopefully enjoy!
P.S. QUESTION TIME!
P.S.S. I promise to do chapter lines thingies later!
Merlin's Guide as to Why You Shouldn't be Voldemort
Chapter 27 – Panic
"No!" Merlin cried out, and opened his eyes, to see Severus Snape looking at him, his eyes wide, and his mouth open.
Objects were zooming around the Warlock with increasingly speed and after as few moments where Merlin panted heavily, he understood.
He was doing Magic.
In front of Snape.
With eyes glowing gold.
"Stay away from her!" Merlin cried out, anxiety flooding his body as he recalled what the Potion's Master had commanded his fellow teachers to do. And instinctively, his Magic that was flowing through his veins, and which he still had not yet gained full control of, let itself out and manifested itself by taking care of Snape.
Literally; it picked and threw the Potion's Master in the air, with Merlin watching in terror, before coming back to earth with a slight jolt.
And because of his terror, his Loose Magic's strength increased, so that a nonexistent wind came into occurrence. His curtains surrounding his bed began to whip the air around him and the sheets which were tucked tightly around him released themselves, so they flew back. Candles began to relight themselves every time the wind blew them out, and every single goblet that was beside each Hospital Bed suddenly began filling up with seemingly never ending streams of water.
"Severus?" Professor Sprout cried out, suddenly frantic at the sight of seeing her colleague being picked up and moved like a ragdoll.
"Gracious!" Pomfrey exclaimed, "What on earth is going on now?"
"Albus," Professor McGonagall whispered faintly. "Look around you. Look at what's happening!"
"Indeed I am, Minerva," the Headmaster replied, his voice grave. "And I think it is Mr Ambrosia who's causing it."
And all the while they were talking, Merlin could feel them coming nearer and nearer to him, their steps rushing as they urged their mortal bodies to take them to their fallen colleague and the boy who had caused his accident.
But he didn't move.
Not once.
He was too terrified at what was going to happen, now that he had lost control. He had attacked a teacher, for Camelot's sake! And, worse than that, he had attacked the teacher who was the spy between the forces of the Light and Dark... And the one who had found out about Merlin's Magic.
His true Magic.
"Myrddin," Luna called out, her voice have'n lost its normal mystical and delicate tones, and was instead filled with a strange type of desperation. "Myrddin, stop!"
It was Luna's voice, which caused Merlin to move. He sat up and quickly swung his legs before setting his bare feet down on the floor. He stood up, a little unsteady on his feet, but as he began to run, heading towards where the fallen Head of Slytherin lay, he soon regained his balance.
The Ancient Warlock was cradling the Potion's Master's head when the teachers finally caught up with him. In any other circumstance, it would have amused him that the Oldest out of them all had reached the Injured first, but right now, it wasn't the time.
"I'm sorry," Merlin murmured to the Fallen teacher. "I didn't mean to, I promise."
"Professor Snape!" Poppy Pomfrey gasped in alarm as she rounded the corner to see the man lying, clearly unconscious.
"I'm sorry," Merlin repeated, a tear trickling down his face and dripping of his nose. "I really am sorry."
"Mr Ambrosia, what do you think you are do-"
But Professor McGonagall never finished her sentence. Because, when Merlin lifted his head to gaze up at them, she was shocked into silence, along with the rest of the adults there, with the exception of Snape, because he was obviously unconscious. Merlin's cobalt blue eyes had gone completely, replaced by a stunning collection of swirling amber, and a hot, molten gold that shone like the sun.
The Teachers stood there, their mouths wide open as they gazed at the Uncontrollable Warlock, who knelt there, lost and alone as he gazed down at Snape. Unsurprisingly, it wasn't the Teachers who broke the silence... it was Luna.
"Myrddin," She said, stepping forward, so she was standing in front of the group.
"Stay back, Miss Lovegood," Dumbledore warned, "he is still rather emotional."
"Nonsense," Luna dismissed, smiling as she continued onwards. "He would never hurt me."
She stopped when she was standing above Merlin, right next to him. And slowly, ever so slowly, she collapsed down on her knees, till she was the same height as him. She reached out and unflinchingly, reached out and gently touched Merlin's face, turning it around so he faced her. And he let her.
"Myrddin," She once again repeated, raising her hands so they cradled his cheeks as she leaned in to look into his eyes. "Calm down. I'm here and I am safe."
And it worked, to a certain extent. The water stopped appearing, and the candles stopped lighting themselves, so on the next –albeit weaker- gust of wind, they stayed out.
"I hurt Snape," Merlin whispered faintly, his Magic still thrumming through his body, rushing down every vein and into every pore, never stopping, never faltering until it was released outside.
She smiled, one of pure and utter sweetness. "You thought you were protecting me. And you didn't mean to; you lost control. Let it go, Myrddin, let your Magic go."
"I-I can't," Merlin protested, weakly, trying to tear his gaze and his face over her, but unable to do so. It was like he was drawn to her, a moth to a flame. "It's too strong. It's been cooped up for too long, compressed into nothingness. If I release it now..." He trailed off, but he thought she understood what he was getting at.
"It's going to be fine, Myrddin," Luna said gently, the epitome of calm in the eye of a storm. A very powerful storm. "You can release it without hurting anybody, I know you can."
"How?"
"Give it to me," she said simply.
The effect was immediate; Merlin drew back, and this time, he succeeded in breaking contact with her. His Magic once more flared up, and the candles once more began to relight themselves, except this time their flames were much higher, and spat sparks of pure gold that floated through the air, to be put out by the increasing wind.
"Miss Lovegood," Professor Flitwick squeaked, "I do not think that is such a good idea-"
"I agree with Filius," the Mistress of Transfiguration complied. "It's too dangerous-"
"Listen to them, Luna," Merlin pleaded as she once again closed in. When Merlin had backed away from her, he had run into a corner, and now there was no way out. The only way was past Luna, and he knew that he would never be able to hurt her. "Please, I can't control myself."
"I know what I am doing, Myrddin," Luna continued gently, lifting her hands to press her fingers lightly against the Ancient Warlock's temple.
"But," Merlin cut in, desperate to voice his last reason as to why what she was suggesting couldn't occur. "My Magic's tainted, Luna. And if I can't manage it, what makes you think you can?"
"The Wrackspurts tell me so," she whispered, so soft that no mortal ears could of heard her apart from him.
Merlin stared up at her as his turmoil he felt was made known to the rest of the occupants as the flames from the candles jumped high, high into the air. The gust of wind caught them, and the tongues of flame began to spread, like with what Morgana had achieved across the ceiling, coming closer towards the Teachers, who were there, defenceless as they tried to cast spells that didn't work-
"Waeter!" He cried out, frantic.
He held his arms out, right hand palm facing out towards the fire. A wall of water suddenly appeared between the two, and drawing his hands together and interlocking his fingers before separating them and twisting his digits, Merlin watched in something alike to satisfaction as the water quickly moulded itself into a protective shield that surrounded the Teachers, so that when the fire hit, the two elements harmlessly combined together to create steam.
"What the-"
A small part of him knew that he shouldn't have used the words, especially the words of the Old Religion, but he pushed it aside for now. It was easier to control your Magic when you used words; it gave you direction, intent to the Magic, letting it know just what the Creator wanted and how much force had to be put in it.
Absentmindedly, he noticed that the tiny candle flames had burnt through now. It was only the wind now left, and it was gaining in speed as the little part that still felt the terror of his actions made itself known.
"Myrddin," Luna called, once again drawing the Old Warlock's attention. He turned stiffly towards her, still afraid at what the consequences will be of the decision he had just made. But all the Mystical Girl did was to give his arm a gentle squeeze, and once again place them into position.
She closed her eyes, and Merlin sensed that he should do the same. It was quiet, quiet all around him now, as even his Magical Wind ceased its moaning, and although it was still blustering, it did so quietly.
"Are you sure about this?" Merlin asked one more time. He wanted to be sure... before... Before he let Luna take some of his Magic.
"Yes."
And that was all the conformation the Ancient Warlock needed.
Merlin reached out, and he let Luna in.
'My dear Gaius, I turn to you for I feel lost and alone and don't know who to trust.'
Merlin was confused; what was going on? He had reached out with his fingers to complete the connection that would bind Luna's Mind to His in the safest possible method, and now he was here, in his memories. This wasn't what was supposed to happen!
He could feel Luna, though; she was there, standing quite apart from Merlin, shocked into silence about what she was experiencing. Merlin's Magic was itching to rush into her, but the Ancient Warlock slowed it down. Even if Luna was a Seer of the Old Religion, she would not be able to cope with such a big amount in such a short space of time.
Hunith sat at the table, a little candle set besides her giving her the only light in the little one roomed cottage as she wrote on the piece of parchment. She carefully dipped a black feather which was so dark it almost seemed blue and tipped with gold into the tiny pot of ink, before sighing, began to write once more.
'It is every mother's fate to think her child is special, and yet I would give my life that Merlin were not so. Ours is a small village and he is so clearly at odds with people here that, if he were to remain, I fear what would become of him. He needs a hand to hold, a voice to guide, someone that might help him find a purpose for his gifts. I beg you, if you understand a mother's love for her son, keep him safe, and may the Goddesses save you both.'
Merlin gave a thankful sigh; hopefully, now that this memory was finished, no others would occur. Already, he felt much better that his Magic was no longer crowding him. He turned to look at Luna, and tell her it was time to go, to return to their respective bodies, but before he could open his mouth to utter a single word, the scenery swirled around him
And he was once again drawn into his memories.
"I- I've never studied magic or, or been taught." Merlin stuttered, scared into submission by the fearful Physician standing in front of him. Inwardly, he berated himself. The very first person he had met, on the very first day, he had saved their life using his Magic! It had been stupid, reckless, and irresponsible of him-
Merlin snorted to himself as he listened in on this memory, experiencing his thoughts and reactions all over again. In that moment, even though he had only just met the Court Physician, Merlin had already liked the man. And looking back now, it was amusing to see that the thoughts his Younger Self had had were almost the exact words that Gaius would use to describe him later, during one of his many exploits.
And all the while, the flow of Magic from the Ancient Warlock into the Natural Seer continued.
"Are you lying to me, boy?" Gaius accused.
"What do you want me to say?" Merlin asked, his terror rising as the questioning continued.
"The truth!" Gaius demanded, raising his eyebrow.
At once, almost as if it was on instinct, Merlin hastened to reply, but his answer burst from his mouth, raw and powerful words.
"I was born like this!"
"Impossible!"
The words echoed around the Chamber and later, when Merlin retired to his room after fighting the Bully of a Man-
Merlin smiled as he heard his thoughts once more. He had already subconsciously come up with names for his Part of a King, and had secretly felt the bond that would tie them together throughout the Ages.
He was simply too stubborn to admit it.
"Your mother asked me to look after you." Gaius said sighing as he and his Ward sat opposite each other on the wooden table, eating dinner.
"Yes," Merlin replied simply. He took big bits of the food, ravenous. The last time he had eaten this well was... well, never really.
"What did your mother say to you about your gifts?" Gaius asked quietly, testing the waters.
"That I was special."
"You are special. The likes of which I have never seen before." Gaius confirmed, before popping a tasty morsel into his mouth.
"What do you mean?" Merlin questioned. He had never really believed his Mother; per se it was like what a Parent should say to their Child; 'You are Special for you are mine' type of thing. It shocked him to find out that he really was special.
Merlin snorted once more. Looking through his early memories really was rather hilarious. It was like he was foreshadowing every occurrence that ever was. For his Mother had been right, even if his younger Self didn't believe it; he was special, but how Special, she would never have guessed if she had never sent him to be with her Brother.
"Well," Gaius started to explain, getting more enthusiastic at the fact that he could pass some of his knowledge to his New Ward, "Magic requires incantations, spells. It takes years to study. What I saw you do was... elemental, instinctive."
"What's the point if it can't be used?" Merlin retorted bitterly.
The words joined the background noise as they began to echo too, and although it didn't hurt Merlin, he knew that it would hurt Luna. Swiftly, he turned around to where he thought she was, to see her looking around her, amazed at the sight she could see.
A Golden Mist surrounded her, connecting Merlin and Luna together. Her body was in the middle of it, and it was literally soaking the Magic in. It hung there, like a curtain that she could easily brush through and when she raised her hands and tried to do exactly that, her touch sparked of another memory.
"Magic must be studied, mastered, and used for good! Not for idiotic pranks!" Gaius shouted after rescuing Merlin from the dungeons again after his Ward had fought with that Idiotic Prince.
"What is there to master? I could move objects like that before I could talk!" Merlin cried out. He didn't like it here; it was too dangerous for him. Too many people, too many rules, too many punishments... He just wanted to go back home, to be with his Mother and with Will-
"Then, by now, you should know how to control yourself!"
"I don't want to!" Merlin admitted, his voice raw with his emotions he was feeling, almost submerged under by. "If I can't use magic, what have I got?! I'm just a nobody, and I always will be. If I can't use magic," He continued, and his voice got soft, so soft that it was barely audible. "I might as well die."
Merlin sighs as he watched his Younger Self run up to his Bedroom, blinded by tears. He still felt that way now, but he had managed it better over the years. Knowing his Destiny with Arthur had helped, along with his Acquaintance and Friendship with the Unicorns, the Dragons, and of course, Lancelot and the rest of the Knights.
But especially Lancelot.
The Memory continued to run, showing Merlin with puffy red eyes from all of his crying. The Ancient Warlock sighed with regret; after those first weeks, he learned to never show his emotions, not even with Gaius. All of the love, the loss, the Heartbreak... He learned how to keep in under lock and key, bottled up inside him, only ready to be examined when he was completely alone.
He missed the days when he didn't have such qualms.
"Merlin? Sit up. Take your shirt off." Gaius ordered as he came into the room with his Medical Bag underneath his one arm. He sat down on the bed as Merlin removed his shirt, revealing his bruises.
"You don't know why I was born like this, do you?"
"No," Gaius admitted. It was a plain answer, simple and straight to the point. It was what Merlin needed in that time; someone who was truthful to him, who stood up for and to him.
He sat still and tried not to wince as Gaius tended to his wounds.
"I'm not a monster, am I?" Merlin asked heart-wrenchingly.
The words joined the Sound canopy, and they all grew louder and louder as they were fed with the emotions that Merlin already had, which had caused them to be here in the first place. Because, he realised now, Aeons later, that he was.
He was a Monster.
And when he came to his revealation, his Magic became more...aware. It stopped the Memories, and for that, he was thankful for. It thrummed and it pulsed faster now that he realised it, and it began to make a shape, a shape of a person in a Time Gone By, the movements growing wilder by the second, as if excited by the Presence of whom it was forming.
At first, Merlin didn't know who his Magic was recreating.
The red came first. Everything was red. It swayed and flew in the wind that was Magic, mesmerising Merlin, drawing him in. Then the gold came, woven in with hair's breadth threads that created intricate patterns. They danced from the middle upwards, like leaves falling in the wind, till they parted, like waves in a storm to disappear around the snowy white neck as it was forming.
The next colour was black; pitch black, like midnight, like darkness, clawing their way around. It was on the underside of their boots, the darkness around them, the top of their head, across their face.
Then came the emerald and Merlin knew who it was.
"Morgana?"
And it was Morgana. And it was the Morgana of Old, before she turned Evil. The High Priestess of the Old Religion was wearing a blood red dress, embroidered at the waist with gold thread depicting leaves, entwining together before separating as they encircled her neck. She was the Morgana when they had first met.
And she was beautiful.
"Hello Merlin."
He reached out, to touch her, but hesitated, his arm remaining motionless in the air.
"Why are you here?" He whispered, and even though he knew he shouldn't, he was drinking her in, cementing it in his mind. This was the Morgana he had loved and became friends with.
And this was the Morgana he had killed.
"You called for me," She replied simply.
"No, I didn't." Merlin growled, and he turned away from her. She was clearly lying to him, and it was obvious now that this wasn't the original Morgana. This was the Morgana whom he had created.
"Yes," Morgana argued. "You did."
"Oh really?" Merlin asked sarcastically. He knew that he shouldn't be drawn into the argument, but he couldn't help it. He was a Monster after all. But, he reminded himself; Old Habits die hard. "How?"
"Your Magic sent out a distress call, a message, and a plea. It sent it to your memories. The Past, from when you were born, to Our Time, to Salazar's, and now to this Time, now. It said; 'Merlin is lost, beyond all Power. Please, please help.' And so I came." Her voice was soft, comforting, lulling as she said this, and it somehow convinced Merlin to turn his head and look at her.
She took another step forward, a miniscule amount to be closer to him.
"I understand, Merlin. I understand what you are going through." She spread her arms, a sad smile on her lips. "I know that you have suffered, and it was my entire fault. I have suffered too. I know what it's like, to be disgusted with whom and what you are."
"Leave me." Merlin's voce was thick with emotion and his Magic began to grow turbulent. "You can do nothing. I have realised now, what I am. And I am a Monster." He could feel tears trickling down his cheeks, but he didn't bother to swipe them away, and he ignored them.
They were the only thing left ot remind him that he was Human.
"What," Morgana said incredulously, "Because of your Magic? Because you can't control it? It's natural, Merlin. You are in an environment where you had to keep it bottled up because you were too afraid to show your True Power, and rightly so. It is to be expected that you lose control, especially when it came to the Gloves."
"It was weak of me," Merlin retorted. "I should be able to control myself. Further prove that I am a Monster."
"Really? What if magic isn't something you choose? What if it chooses you?"
Merlin stood there, stunned, as Morgana recited the words that she had once said to him, long ago. Seeing him remain motionless apparently gave the Witch motivation to continue, so she did so.
"Magic, the Old Religion... It has a Mind of its Own, Merlin. Everything it creates has a purpose." She took another step forward. "So don't you think that it would have chosen its vessel made out of flesh and blood wisely? Do you think that the Triple Goddess would have let your power go to just anyone?"
She was standing, so, so close now. But Merlin didn't move, neither away or towards her, he simply... stood there, locked into place by a force beyond his control, even though he was inside his own Mind. His Magic felt his sense of feeling Trapped, and it began to pulse more rapidly, flowing quickly, and Merlin couldn't control it.
"You might have made mistakes Merlin, but so does everyone. Nobody is perfect, do you hear me, nobody." She was close now, and Morgana gently put her hand out onto the Ancient Warlock's chest, so that it rested over his Heart.
"I watched you die and I did nothing to stop you!" Merlin choked out.
She opened her mouth to say something, but then she suddenly stopped and cried out with pain. She tore her hands away from the Ancient Warlock to place them cradling her head.
But before Merlin could move in and ask her what the matter was, someone else screamed. And immediately, Merlin turned towards them.
"Luna?" he asked panicked. He had completely forgotten about her because he had been so absorbed by Morgana and he cursed himself for it. He stood there for a moment, his Mind in turmoil as he tried to decide before turning around and head towards Luna.
After all, Morgana was only a Memory at the moment, even if she did feel real. He had always had a vivid imagination.
He saw the Mystical girl. She was pale, fading from his Mind, but his Magic was still connected to her, causing her pain as someone or something tried to separate them in the Real World... She was screaming, a sound filled with raw and complete pain, and it created a sickening harmony with Morgana's own. Luna lifted her head, and gazed at Merlin, tears of pain in her eyes.
"Help me!"
But even as she pleaded, it was too late. She completely disappeared from Merlin's view. Suddenly, as if something had knocked him on the head, Merlin's vision began to dim, and he knew that he was returning to the real world.
And the last thing he saw before he lost sight of everything completely was Morgana screaming with pain, unbearable pain. She had lifted her head, and was looking at Merlin directly, her beautiful green eyes now swirling with gold.
"No!" Merlin cried out, opening his eyes to find him back in the 'Real World', kneeling next to Luna.
The Girl in question was sobbing, her head held in her hands as she whimpered softly, over and over again; "It hurts; it hurts so much. So much suffering, pain, heartbreak..."
"What have you done?" the Ancient Warlock cried out, enraged as he saw a black robed arm which had separated the contact between the two withdraw. He looked up, to see Severus Snape standing in-between them, a disapproving look on his face.
But there was a difference between the last time he had gotten angry or scared or emotional in the Hospital Wing; this time, he didn't lose control of his Magic. There were no strong winds, raging fires or never ending water supplies.
He was normal.
"Her stupid idea backfired, and you were hurting her."
"You idiot!" Merlin accused, tears in his eyes as he looked down at Luna, before looking back up at the Potion's Master, who was clearly not comprehending the situation. "You idiot," he repeated softly. "You stopped the Meld before it was supposed to, and the separation between My Mind and hers hurt her. She would have suffered agonising pain."
And in his Mind's eye, when he glanced back at Luna again, she had gone and another had taken her place. It was Morgana, pale and frail as she lay there, crying silently.
"'Ana?" Merlin asked, leaning forward to touch her. But, as he drew closer, slowly, Morgana disappeared with one last watery smile and in her place sat Luna. "Are you OK?"
She sniffed, and gazed up at him, tears crystallizing in her dreamy blue eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm oh so sorry."
She reached out, and it was clear what she intended to do. So, for the first time in a long time, Merlin gave someone a hug. It was a nice feeling, he reflected, as he buried his head into her pale blond hair. She raised her head, and whispered to him in words so soft that none could hear them.
"I know what you have gone through, and I am so sorry, Myrddin. You have lived through so much. I am so sorry."
Merlin just sat there, stunned as he stared into her eyes. His mind was whirring away, dissecting what she had just said, and what she would have witnessed. Luna knew who he was! Luna knew who he was and didn't shy away from him, or accuse him or lying to her, to them. She knew who he was and yet... And yet she had called him by his Fake Name, not his real one.
His expression of sorrow and part wonder gave way to a slightly confused look, and unconsciously, Merlin raised an eyebrow, giving the Mystical Girl his impression of Gaius' eyebrow. She giggled seeing this, and squeezed his arm gently before standing up, and offering her hand to his.
The Ancient Warlock did so and took the moment to squeeze her hand in gratitude and smiling at Luna before turning to face the rest of the room's occupants.
Professor McGonagall and the Headmaster were standing next to each other, with Dumbledore holding her close, her face streaked with tears. Professor Flitwick was standing close to Professor Sprout, and both had troubled faces at the events they had just witnessed. And Professor Snape was of course, standing awkwardly to the side of the Children of the Old Religion, looking as dark and as menacing as always. Merlin was pleased to note that there appeared to be no injuries that he had suffered, except perhaps the mental one.
"What did you think you were doing-"
"Your eyes were glowing gold-"
"What happened to you two-"
"-Kind of Magic-"
"Please," Merlin began, holding up his hand to stop the tirades that was receiving and which were in full flow. "I promise I will tell you...everything, but I do not want to repeat it twice, and I think that, Harry, Ron and Hermione deserve to know as well."
In the time it took for the Head of Gryffindor to fetch Harry, Ron and Hermione, the room was totally silent, and some would even call it hostile. Merlin sat awkwardly at the foot of the Hospital Bed which Snape had so recently occupied, his feet kicking out into nothingness.
Luna had gone straight to the window when Merlin had announced that he was going to tell everyone what had happened and had called out something. The Ancient Warlock didn't know what she had said, however, because he was too busy thinking through his cover.
He wasn't idiotic to tell them the full story, of course not! If they reacted this way towards his Magic, if they found out he was Merlin as well... it would be too much for them. No, the Ancient Warlock decided, he would keep that particular identity a secret, bequeathed to none apart from Luna, who, let's face it, would have found out sooner or later for the fact that the Old Religion was speaking to her.
It was obvious, down to the exact second when the Trio entered the room. Even though the door opened and shut quietly, the footsteps were fast paced, and when they rounded the corner, they all practically started to run, before arriving at a heap in front of Merlin.
"Myrddin!" Hermione exclaimed, breathing hard. "You're awake!"
"Mate, you look terrible."
"Thanks, Ron," Merlin replied, half laughing as he slide of the bed and greeted them with open arms. "Please try not ot hurt my feelings."
"Seriously though," Harry said, looking worriedly at Merlin through his askew glasses, "What happened? One minute we think you are simply late from coming back from your last detention with Snape, and the next..."
He faltered, and trailed off. Merlin felt guilty; it was clear that they had all been worrying about him immensely.
"And the next minute," Hermione continued softly, "Professor McGonagall told us that you had collapsed, and was put under surveillance in the Hospital Wing. We were not allowed to see you, we were not allowed to speak to you-"
"For all we knew," Ron cut in, "You were dying mate!"
"I'm sorry," Merlin said, wincing as every word seemed to hit him like a blow, "But I'm fine no-"
His words were cut off as he was hit by something, hard. He promptly fell over because of his balance issues, but bounced up on his feet immediately, poised, and looking for a threat that never came. Because, when a familiar weight settled on his shoulder, Merlin realised what, or rather who attacked him.
Looking down and grinning, the Last Priest of the Old Religion said;
"Hello Orlaithe. Glad you could make it and with such an enthusiastic wel-"
But once again, he was cut off. Mainly because Orlaithe had reached forward, and pecked him sharply on the nose, chirping in a disapproving manner, much to the amusement of everybody else.
"Hey!" Merlin protested. He was about to say more, but the Merlin turned her head, so that one of her beady eyes was looking directly into Merlin's, and he could see the pain stored there. Also he could feel the anger which radiated off her in gigantic waves.
"Well... I guess I might have deserved that." She chirped again, and reached forward threateningly, so Merlin quickly corrected his last statement, again, much to the amusement of others. "Fine, fine, you win; I did deserve that."
"Well," Merlin said, looking up from Orlaithe to see everybody else watching him intensely. "Now that everybody is here, though I'm not too sure how Orlaithe knew about this-"
"I told her," Luna interrupted calmly, her hair swaying a little as she moved forward to stand by the Warlock.
"Luna?" Harry asked surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"Hey Harry," she smiled, and a waved her hand a little in greeting. "I was here when Myrddin woke up, and I stayed."
"How come you were allowed to enter the Wing?" Hermione asked annoyed. Merlin frowned a little; he could detect something else behind her tone, but for the life of him (which was a very long one) he couldn't think what emotion it was.
"Anyway," he interrupted hastily, sensing an argument that might brew between them. "You were saying, Luna?"
"She's been staying here, watching over you." Luna started once again, reaching out and stroking Orlaithe. The Merlin gave a little sigh, and arched her back so that Luna was pressing down harder. Merlin watched on surprised; in the time in which he had known Orlaithe, he had never seen her let anyone else touch her. He supposed it was another gift that Luna possessed. "She would have been here when you woke up, except that she was hungry, so she went to get some food. I called her back when you said you were going to explain why you went into a coma."
"Yes, Mr Ambrosia," Dumbledore said gravely. Immediately, the Golden Trio's eyes darted towards him and they all widened in surprise. It was clear that they hadn't registered his presence or indeed, any of the other Teachers either. "I am much intrigued to know this answer."
"And what type of Magic you used," Professor Flitwick added. Inwardly, Merlin groaned; the Head of Ravenclaw was on his case, and it was obvious that he wouldn't rest until all of his questions were answered, and the new knowledge that the Ancient Warlock possessed, he would, too.
"Alright, alright," Merlin said, rubbing his hands together in childish glee as a thought occurred to him. "Let the story, begin."
Admittedly, I was going to write the story with it, but when I realised that this was thirteen pages long (yes that's right, thirteen) and I hadn't even started on the story, I thought it would be better that you would get an update. But, to speed up the process, I congregated everybody in the chapter, together.
So, EXAM SEASON! YAY!
Above were sarcasm guys, unless you didn't quite catch it.
Anyway, thankfully, I am in year 10, which means I only get a few, and not lie, a billion, but still, I need to revise for this. Now, DON'T WORRY, I promise I will still write it's simply that updates will not come as quickly, because I figure GCSEs are important...
Anyway, QUESTION TIME! (Beware, I have I have a lot to get through)
XxPurpleAngel9xX; Anyway, i have a question, what were the memories merlin suppressed? And will you ever reveal them? Also what did the Triple Goddess say to Luna? And what is with the army? Coz if its dragons does that mean that they kidnapped Aithusa and Kilgharrah? Because when you said fire spirits it made me think of actual fire people sorta things. Also if its Wyverns(sry dnt no if it spelt rite) is Merlin going to use his dragonlord magic on them? – I must say, you have loads of questions, but yes, I will try and answer them... mostly. Yes, I will reveal the memories Merlin suppressed, in time. Basically, it's not what the Triple goddess said, rather what she did. She caused Luna to be in pain because the Girl was Prophesying, and Luna is not ready for that. She is not strong enough, and to see the things that she saw... It was painful. The army... well... SPOILERS!
SwimmerGirl0726; I really like prophetess Luna! I love Luna's character, but I always thought there should be an explanation besides 'she's odd'. Can she and Neville get together? I ship them so hard! Is no one going to comment about how merlin wrote his homework with his eyes tho? I thought that was a little bit (read: lot bit) of a give away that he isn't normal! I loved the house elf interactions:) a further explanation of what happened in 1903 would be awesome please! – If you notice, I edited that chapter so when Ron comes outside to look fro Myrddin, so does Hermione and she says; "No... it's just that for one moment... I swear that his eyes were gold" so I hope that answers your question. And with Luna and Neville, I shop them as well, so yes, I will probably get them together. And yes, 1903 will be explained, I promise.
Kiligarrah; Also, could Merlin do some more 'all powerful ancient warlock' stuff soon? ...pretty please? – Was that enough for you?
Daydreaming instead of work, and EVERYBODY; "Are the Dragons coming?" – All will be revealed...
Guest; "Could you try and move the story along?" – Of course! I am sorry about not doing it sooner, but this was my first full length fic, and I was copying the book, just changing stuff at firs, for I only had a few major scenes in my mind. Then, after a twelve hour train journey, I planned most of the story, so now I'm putting hints, Foreshadowings and more plot lines in. If you want me to 'spice it up' please could you give me some points (but after Halloween, it will be better I promise, it's just that there's a gap until then, but Halloween is in two chapters time, so hopefully you will like it)
MugetsuPipefox; "Wouldn't Merlin's name show up on the (marauders) map?" – TBh, I hadn't actually thought of that until now, but after you mentioned it, I couldn't be bothered to change it, so, I'll explain my theory about that in Merlin's POV, next chapter (it's too long now, I'm afraid)
Catherineismylion; "Will Luna die? Mordred, please?" - I haven't actually thought about Luna's ending so... And Mordred, well, I have plans for him...
Well, until next time!
Adios, Amigos!
