Merlin's Heir
Author's Note: I am re writing what is already wrote. Plus with all the overtime and work I am having to do at home I will not be able to update as often as I like. So please bare with me. This story might become slash in later chapters but don't count on it.
(Disclaimer: This story is not authorized by J. K. Rowling, her estate, nor publisher. The author herein makes no claim on any rights to the name Harry Potter or associations therewith.)
Prologue:
Lightning flashed, lighting up the Glen in sharp relief. A lone, ancient, white oak stood in the center like a sentinel guarding a precious treasure. For indeed it was, a treasure most of the wizarding world believed to be gone forever. The muggle world thought it a myth. This was Merlin's Tree. The prison of the most famous Mage in history for the last two millennia. From around the Glen animals of all shapes and sizes started to move toward the magnificent oak. Deer with boar, chipmunk with raven, predator with prey, encircled the silent sentinel as if awaiting something miraculous.
A low hum was heard by all for miles around. To people camping in the woods it was like the crackling of high-voltage power lines. Those of the nearest town thought of a electronic whine. The hum grew louder and louder until anyone within a five mile radius had to cover his ears in pain.
Suddenly a blinding blue-white flash cut through the night! A lightning bolt lunged through the sky like a snake toward it's prey. The prey, the white oak, glowed a fiery, bluish white. Then as quickly as the flash had struck - nothing was there, save a blue-robed man appearing wizened by the flow of a long, white beard gently being blown by a subtle breeze. Ablaze upon his chest a red and gold phoenix glowed.
Slowly his pursed, tightened lips opened and whispered, "I'm free."
Author's Note: I am re writing what is already wrote. Plus with all the overtime and work I am having to do at home I will not be able to update as often as I like. So please bare with me. This story might become slash in later chapters but don't count on it.
(Disclaimer: This story is not authorized by J. K. Rowling, her estate, nor publisher. The author herein makes no claim on any rights to the name Harry Potter or associations therewith.)
Prologue:
Lightning flashed, lighting up the Glen in sharp relief. A lone, ancient, white oak stood in the center like a sentinel guarding a precious treasure. For indeed it was, a treasure most of the wizarding world believed to be gone forever. The muggle world thought it a myth. This was Merlin's Tree. The prison of the most famous Mage in history for the last two millennia. From around the Glen animals of all shapes and sizes started to move toward the magnificent oak. Deer with boar, chipmunk with raven, predator with prey, encircled the silent sentinel as if awaiting something miraculous.
A low hum was heard by all for miles around. To people camping in the woods it was like the crackling of high-voltage power lines. Those of the nearest town thought of a electronic whine. The hum grew louder and louder until anyone within a five mile radius had to cover his ears in pain.
Suddenly a blinding blue-white flash cut through the night! A lightning bolt lunged through the sky like a snake toward it's prey. The prey, the white oak, glowed a fiery, bluish white. Then as quickly as the flash had struck - nothing was there, save a blue-robed man appearing wizened by the flow of a long, white beard gently being blown by a subtle breeze. Ablaze upon his chest a red and gold phoenix glowed.
Slowly his pursed, tightened lips opened and whispered, "I'm free."