Disclaimer: Like I would ever own Harry Potter.
Prologue
Merlin paced back and forth in his plush chambers in Camelot. "Why can't I defeat Morgan le Fey?" he asked himself, sitting down in a chair made from dragon bones and teeth. "I'm just as clever at magic as her. And I'm always making new discoveries in magic, so why can't I beat her?" he asked his anger rising. "WHY!" he yelled in frustration, causing nearby golden plated goblets to shatter into pieces. With a sigh he pulled his wand from his midnight blue robes and with a wave the goblets were pieced together.
"I've got to find a way to beat her," he said to himself walking over to a shelf of ancient looking books. "I've just got to. Or evil will reign forever. But, how do I do that when I can't walk abroad? I'm too old to be galavanting about on horseback and chase Le Fey into her darkest nightmare." After studying the books for about a minute, he pulled a book from off the shelf and blew the dust off of the cover. "Yes," he said to himself, smiling an old toothy grin; his eyes glittering brilliantly in the fading sunlight through a nearby window. "That's it."
Merlin cheerfully walked over to a giant brass cauldron. "I'll just have to find some help. Help that is much younger than me. Now, let's see . . . a single unicorn hair, five dragon scales" Merlin's mumbling was soon lost in the bubbling coming from the pot. Merlin smiled merrily as the potion changed from a deep, bottomless black to vibrant blue. "It's ready," he chirped, pulling his wand from his robes again. Closing his eyes he began to chant in a language with many Celtic and Latin influences , causing the cooling potion to swirl into a whirlpool. At a critically high moment in Merlin's chanting, the whirlpool reversed itself in direction, launching itself high into a cyclone stretching to the ceiling. When it hit the ceiling, it became a windy portal . . .
A/N: My very first fanfic. Please be nice. Even if you have to flame me to talk to me, do it. Plz R&R!