A/N I Own Nothing
Ao3 – Once_Upon_A_Potter
Magic cried out.
The one now known as the butcher king, he had killed vessel after vessel. Sending their magic rushing back into the earth.
Fire.
Axe.
Sword.
Arrow.
Rope.
He never stopped, raging against magic.
Raging not against magic, but against life. Magic being the target.
Sorcerers.
Sorceresses.
Witches.
Warlocks.
Dragonlords and even the dragons they command.
All being the unfortunate casualties of a grieving man's rage.
There was the grief of a king who had lost his queen.
The grief of a husband who had lost his wife.
The grief of a father who had lost the mother of his child.
And there was the rage of a man whose own greed for an heir caused the death of his beloved.
Magic had cried out, when the babe had been born. Cried out, not unlike a war cry. To create a life with magic, a life must be given in return. A life for a life.
And with that cry, the man was given a harsh reminder. As his wife took her last breath, and their son took his first, letting out a loud wail with it.
Perhaps it was too harsh, of a reminder.
Nothing good could come from magic, the man had decided. Not sparing a look at his newborn son, with bright blue eyes, and hair already the color of molten gold.
The war began.
Uther Pendragon and Camelot's forces against Magic herself.
Uther Pendragon would try to protect his Prince, slaughtering any who so much of thought the word magic. No one could speak of magic in Uther's company. Uther did not allow such talk in his son's presence, even as his son was a babe.
Magic would protect her King. She fled Camelot to do so, knowing she was too weak to fight back as she was.
Magic would find her in the village Ealdor, Magic would seep herself into the young mother's womb, before egg and sperm had even met.
Seven months later, the young mother would birth a daughter. Terribly tiny, but with hair as dark as night, and eyes already glowing the color of molten gold.
The young mother would give Magic another name, Merlyn.
xXx
Magic's King would be born again when the world needed him most.
And with his birth, the birth of his most loyal would soon follow.
But even then, it would be years before Camelot was remembered as anything more than a fairytale.
xXx
It wouldn't be until millennia later.
Morgana had escaped her prison.
Morgause had crossed the veil.
The butcher king was wreaking havoc once again.
Killing those Magic had chosen to bless, once more.
Witches.
Wizards.
Sorcerers and Sorceresses.
Magic cried.
She had tried.
Tried to reel the unruly in.
Now… Now, they were beyond her realm.
She needed help.
Help to reel the unruly back in.
Help to keep the delicate balance.
Magic cried.
And the gates of Avalon burst open.
xXx
Once again, the mother died giving birth, leaving the father to raise their son.
It was a natural death this time.
Once again, the father grieved.
He mourned.
But he did not rage.
Amos Diggory was not like Uther Pendragon.
He did not rage.
He lived.
He moved on.
He loved.
He gave Magic's King another name.
Cedric Diggory.
Once again, Magic would let herself seep into a young mother's womb. Barely having the strength in this realm to do so.
Once again, she would protect her King.
Nine months later. And, just like before, the young mother would birth a daughter, with hair as dark as the night, and eyes glowing a molten gold.
Just like before, the young mother would give Merlyn a new name, Hailey Potter.
And Magic cried.