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Tags: Harry is Merlin, Amnesia, Alternate Universe, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Weasley Bashing, Character Bashing, POC-Hermione, Multiple POVs, Multiple Subplots & 'Tropes', Original Female Characters of Colour.
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Samhain, 1970
It is time.
I've grown weary of this life. Ages have passed since they've gone. My friends. My family... Arthur.
My longing for their companionship faded long ago.
Arthur's soul has returned to fulfil some destiny or other many times; sometimes he's male, sometimes female, and not always have we gotten along — as he never recovers past memories.
Arthur, King of Camelot is well and truly gone. Now all I want to do is rest.
Yet, I've been forbidden the ultimate release... death.
In the beginning, I'd been forced to remain, learn about new discoveries or technologies. However, centuries ago I'd been taught by a strange being — modern humans, if they met him, would call him either a messenger, God's son, or an alien — he confided that there's another way for me to rest periodically.
So now I choose this path for the third time in my unending life. I am eager to rest. There is a lingering hope that my new family will be as perfect as it had been with my first mother, Hunith.
I look around at my manor home for the last time until my return. I know the Goblins will ensure my properties are well taken care of until such a time, and so I descend into my dungeon where I keep my Sorcery Chamber.
On entering the room, I close and lock the door. With a bit of concentration, the Wards around my home become impregnable; nothing and no one is going to get in or out. Time is not allowed to age or corrupt any of my material possessions around the manor.
My little companion, still in the chamber with me, is allowed to come and go as he pleases and knows how to keep himself safe. Besides, their kind is normally long-lived, I'm not worried, he's a powerful little guy.
"Emrys, are you sure this is the right time? The Evil One is becoming stronger."
"I know this already, my friend, but I do not feel the Call to engage this enemy. I am weary... I need the rest that reincarnation will provide me. And if I am to be here for Arthur to defeat this evil, the Call will ensure my immediate rebirth instead of a years-long interim."
Wide and worried green eyes glare up at me for a moment, but I know that my friend would give in. He knows how much better I feel after a reincarnation.
"Please, my friend," I say, hunching down in front of him, "when I have gone, find yourself a wife as willing to learn as you, have some children. Teach them all I have taught you... I don't want you to be alone."
Without waiting for his answer, I go to the centre of the room where I've already drawn the circle of runes, and a number of alien and other occult symbols on the floor. I turn to face my little buddy, I can see the tears in his eyes as I begin to chant the spell that will take my essence to Source.
"I... we will be awaiting your return, Emrys."
I can feel my Magick reaching for the Darkness and I smile at my friend one last time.
"I'll see you later, Dobby."
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Awareness comes to me slowly, but I am still within a form of Darkness.
My new mother's womb.
I briefly wonder... again... at the knowledge that I'm currently a zygote and if it's possible that other unformed babies are as aware as I am at this stage. I sincerely hope not.
I allow myself to reach a state of higher consciousness, as sleep is impossible for me at this stage of gestation.
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Nine years, that's all I've been allowed to rest? Nine years!
I sigh and wiggle a digit here and there to make sure my growth's going well. Only the knowledge that I don't have to hide my magick in this life makes my early reincarnation bearable.
Yes! My parents are magickal!
I gather this by listening to my mother when she speaks to me, and sometimes my father when he loudly makes an entry in his grimoire. I realise early on that this is a new occurrence for me — you know, having magickal parents — and I can't wait to be born.
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They're arguing.
They never argue... what's happening?
I wake from a peaceful sleep to the empathic energy of my mother's distress and quickly cloak my fragile body. There isn't much I can safely do in the body of an unborn — even a newborn — baby, but I can do enough to keep myself safe.
If I remember correctly, my mother should be in the eighth month of her pregnancy... and I can tell that I'm upside down. This is weird.
"How could you ask me to do this?" my mother cries.
"I'm doing this for both of you, Lily... you and my son."
I sense both of their distress...
Please don't fight. I want my family whole and happy. Just this one time... please.
"No… you're doing this for you!"
Something that sounds like a door slam, and I only sense the presence of my mother, and since I can feel the motion, it means that my mother has just left my father.
Why does destiny keep doing this to me?
Don't I deserve to be happy?
Too distressed and unwilling to harm my body, I choose to meditate deeply until it's time to get out.
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"Oh James, he's beautiful."
Why thank you, mother, I think, recognising her voice. Though it sounds different now that I'm outside her womb.
I look up at the other face hovering above me. Is that my father? Thank the Gods! They've worked things out while I'd been meditating… yes!
"He definitely has your smile, Lily. Look, he's smiling at me!"
Wait…
"Say hi to daddy, Harry."
What? Harry... that's the best name they could come up with? Who the...
"Welcome to the wizarding world, Harry James Potter."
I don't feel... right... but they're so happy to see me. It looks as though they love me already... what the hell… I smile and fall asleep to gushing coos.
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I don't approve of my father's friends.
Sirius is so immature and I sense he doesn't like my mother; for a Werewolf, Remus is such a coward but I guess he's kinda nice, and Can't These People Sense the EVIL Pouring Off of Peter!
Don't my parents know that they're supposed to protect me from people like that? Instead, I'm surrounded by wizards who could hurt me, intentionally or not!
Although, yesterday I heard my parents and Sirius saying that Remus has disappeared. If I could snort, I would. Even I know they believe the Werewolf was some kind of spy. And I'm a baby! Forget the guy with evil smirks and giggles.
Imbeciles! I'm surrounded by imbeciles, I tell you!
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Life with my new parents the past week has been amazing!
My father's friends haven't been around at all, and he's been retraining my tiny body to ride a broomstick again. Like I said... amazing.
As for my mother, sometimes I can sense a sadness within her, that's understandable — although there's nothing I can do about it yet — but, she is a wonderful woman and she loves me.
For ten minutes now I've been sitting in my crib and watching as my mother writes a letter. She's crying and keeps looking at me as she writes, then she seals it, taps it with her wand and the envelope disappears.
The house begins shaking five minutes later.
"Lily, it's him!" I hear my father yell from downstairs. "Take Harry and run... I'll hold him off!"
I can't help myself in my young and fragile body... I cry when I can no longer sense my father. I watch helplessly as my mother closes the door and kneels to look at me through the bars of the crib. She's crying too.
"Mama."
It's a parting gift, they've been trying to get me to say it for some time now, but I've been pretending ignorance. I know that this Voldemort can't kill me... I think. However, I also know my mother's about to die, especially as she cast an ancient spell over me that's completely unnecessary… maybe. The spell alone has already taken a hold of her life.
I can't stop crying and I keep calling for her... she's crying through her smiles as she cherishes my final and only word to her. I wish I could say a spell or call my magick to save her, but I can't. The magick contained within me will destroy everything and everyone if I release it from this untrained body.
She's begging for my life now from the fully cloaked man who just blasted through the door.
He gives her the chance to save herself.
"Mama, wun"
She doesn't hear me over her pleading. The evil wizard gives her two more chances to leave.
Please, mother! Run, Please!
I can barely hold back my magick, I want to save her!
"Avada Kedavra!"
…
She's gone.
I look up as the cloaked evil strolls closer to my crib... he points his wand at my face, and I wait. Mum died for me. I will allow her magick to do what it needs to do.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A blast of green light hits me in the face and...