Camden and Isaac, little kid life

Harry meets Danny Phantom

Lydia and Harry back in colonial days

STEREK, with a hint of Lydia/Parrish

Harry and Jack Frost, untimely meeting

Death and Harry's first official meeting, what MOD truly means

Harry + Winchesters = Disaster

Harry Meets the Doctor

Chantel's hunt for Theo

Stiles confronting Harry about lying to him

Harry as Merlin (BBC but with a twist)

Me: Just because the Harry and Merlin prompt is fresh in my mind I'm actually going to do it now. So… the next one will probably be Stiles confronting Harry.

Stiles: And again, she kidnapped me instead of Jordan.

Me: You're hardly in these anyways. I think I just found it easier to keep you between the stories.

Stiles: *middle finger goes up*

Me: Rude.

Disclaimer Here → I feel the salty waves come in, I feel them crash against my skin And I smile as I respire because I know they'll never win. There's a haze above my TV, that changes everything I see and maybe if I continue watching I'll lose the traits that worry me

3rd Person POV

It has been years, many years after everyone he knew in Beacon Hills died. And soon he died along with them. Even Teddy was gone now, his grandsons old and withering, and his great grandkids having kids of their own. It was getting to the point that he remembered exactly why he hadn't wanted to become the Master of Death. The sites around him tugged at his heart strings and reminded him painfully of his family, the one he didn't have anymore.

"Master," Death bowed politely to him, it wasn't often Harry saw him outside of the Dream Realm, "Why have you called me?"

"Can you send me back?" Harry asked, "To a time when I don't know anyone."

"Are you sure you wish that?"

The tone made Harry wonder if Death knew something he didn't. Then again, Death always knew something that Harry didn't. Whenever Harry felt like he was finally starting to know as much as Death, he threw a curveball. It was very frustrating.

"I'm sure," Harry replied.

"Very well."

Then everything went black.

*******HPMERLIN*******

Something didn't seem right and Merlin just couldn't quite put his finger on it. Lately he'd been feeling off, like there was something missing. This had been bothering him for a few weeks now and even Arthur and the Knights had figured out that something was up. Recently he had started to avoid them, just to ignore the odd looks they'd send. However, being the manservant of the king makes it difficult to do that successfully.

"Hey Merlin!" Gwaine jumped in front of him before he could rush off with a lame excuse, "Arthur's ordered you to come to practice."
"I would but I have too… polish Arthur's boots," Merlin stuttered, trying to move past Gwaine.

Gwaine easily blocked him, "'Fraid I can't let you go."

"Gwaine…"

"Nope, not happening."

Thinking that he could get back the way he came, Merlin turned around. But he was blocked by Percival, who was crossing his arms in front of his chest. Gulping deeply Merlin conceded defeat, noticing all the knights lurking in every corner that he could possibly think to use and escape.

"I have to go don't I?" Merlin asked.

"Yep, might as well accept it," Gwaine replied cheerily.

And so Merlin was escorted (taken) towards the training grounds. Once there he found Arthur's armour and sword and picked it up. It wasn't long before Arthur showed up, seeming to immediately perk up when he saw Merlin. But that was impossible, Arthur was in love with Guinevere.

"Merlin!" Arthur exclaimed, "You've finally decided to leave your self imposed seclusion."
"Not by choice I assure you sire," Merlin replied a little gloomily.

"Are you okay Merlin? You've been acting strange."

"There's nothing wrong sire."

According to the misbelieving look directed at him from every single one of the knights and Arthur, they didn't believe him. But Merlin didn't care, he didn't even know what was wrong. It was just a feeling. Usually his feelings ended up meaning something, but it had been going on since Uther had died. Something had just changed. However he didn't know just what it was. There was something that changed with him and he didn't know what it was.

"Merlin! Pay attention," Arthur snapped at him.

"Apologies sire," Merlin muttered sarcastically.

The sword tip was pointed in his direction, not as a threat but almost as a way to warn someone. It was something Arthur was used to but, now it almost set Merlin on edge. Before it wouldn't, not in Arthur's hands, but now. Whatever had caused him to feel different affected different things. It made him react differently than normal.

"What is up with you Merlin?" Arthur demanded, "You've been acting strange."

"Awe, you do care," Merlin teased.

"Only because your performance is even worse than normal."

Sticking his tongue out, Merlin turned away from the group. Completely ignoring the looks that he was given, the concern clear on their faces, Merlin began to take off Arthur's arm. At one point Arthur went to move his hand off, trying to force him to stop.

"It's nothing Arthur, stop being a dollophead. Now either let me take off this armour or you're wearing it the rest of the day," Merlin told him semi sternly.

"Dollophead isn't even a word," Arthur grumbled.

After removing all of the armor and returning Arthur's cape and crown to him, Merlin went to leave. Once again though, he was blocked by one of the knights. This time it was Leon, just standing in front of him. An exasperated sigh escaped his lips, rolling his eyes.

"You just won't give up will you?" Merlin demanded looking back at Arthur.

"If it means getting you to talk then yes," Arthur replied easily, the rest of the knights surrounding Merlin.

Merlin ducked under Gwaine quickly, being shorter than him did have its strong suits (wouldn't have worked with Arthur however). That shocked the knights long enough for Merlin to escape inside. Once he got inside he rushed down the servant passages, which he usually didn't use and would probably end up getting lost in but that would throw the knights off. A soft sigh escaped him before he realized that he recognized one of these rooms, which didn't make sense. Slowly making his way inside, Merlin's breath caught. It was beautiful.

Eyes scanning the stained glass windows, depicting both light and dark pictures. It was both scary and beautiful. The first picture depicted a man in a black hooded robe, the only thing you could see was glowing green eyes. Around him spirits roamed and the symbol, one he recognized in one of his books, of the Deathly Hallows behind him. Something ached inside his head, pounding to get its way out. Closing his eyes tightly, Merlin pushed everything back and took a shaky breath. It was the main stained glass, the others depicting each of the Hallows separately.

"What is this place?" Merlin muttered.

Moving closer to the picture, the throbbing in his head grew worse. Swallowing heavily Merlin looked around more, finding multiple random pieces of furniture. But they seemed familiar, as if he had been there before. Lightly trailing his fingers against the table, the texture was completely smooth. Like it had been made by magic. The pounding got more intense, pressing against what seemed to be a wall.

Something trickled through, a random thought. A gasp escaped his lips at the thought, bouncing around his skull. There's no one left, there's no one left, there's no one left. But what did it mean? What did that mean?

*******HPMERLIN*******

A few nights later Merlin found himself out in the woods with Arthur and the knights. It seemed that they had given up trying to figure it out what was up with Merlin. Which he was thankful for, since he didn't know what was going on, but at the same time it almost disappointed him. Earlier it showed they cared, but now he wasn't so sure.

With a single word the flames started, blazing happily by the fire. A few blankets away Lancelot gave him a knowing look, looking past Gwaine who was laughing heartily. Percival chuckled softly from where he was sitting, patting Gwaine on the shoulder. A soft smile covered Merlin's face at the sight, his lips twitching. Off to the side Arthur and Leon were talking softly, Elyan jumping in occasionally. Merlin was the only one no talking with anyone, instead he stoked the fire.

"I'm going to get more wood," Merlin muttered standing up.

As he walked deeper into the woods, Merlin found himself recognizing a few monuments. But this was a place he hadn't been before. At least, not that he knew of. Maybe he had before. He walked deeper than he meant to go, picking up pieces of wood as he went along. Then he stumbled across someone.

"Oh my, you… you're a centaur!" Merlin stuttered, dropping the logs.

The half female and half horse girl turned around. Her hair was a pale blonde, cascading down her torso and resting on the back of her white horse body. There was only a thin gray cloth wrapped around her chest, keeping her modesty. She stomped her hoof once, grey eyes staring right into Merlin.

"Mars is bright tonight," she murmured, looking at the darkening sky, "It has been bright for weeks."

"Mars?" Merlin mumbled to himself, "I've heard that before."

The wall seemed to be crumbling inside his mind. It hurt, excruciating pain. So much pain that Merlin fell to his knees, crying out in pain. Hands grasped his hair, pulling at it. Barely, just barely, he kept the scream inside. However seconds later, it tumbled out. Screaming loudly, a tortured and bloody scream, Merlin felt hands (gentle hands, nurturing and motherly hands), grasp his arms.

"Relax your mind Emrys, the wall is crumbling. You're trying to force it shut," the nurturing voice of the centaur woman said.

"It hurts," Merlin gasped out.

"I know Merlin, relax yourself."

Her hands massaged the back of his neck, forcing the tension to release. Against his will Merlin relaxed, the headache in his mind relaxing to a dull throb. But that didn't keep the memories rushing through. All the memories of every life rushed into his mind.

The young boy stared behind him, his green eyes glittering. A wasteland looked back. In his hands was a wand, the Elder Wand. The ring, black gem in the middle, rested on his middle finger. A cloak, silvery gray and wispy like, was wrapped around his shoulder. One single tear slipped down his dirty face, the baby in his arms sleeping peacefully. He had to leave now. The war was over and there was no need for him. They had it under control. No one would blame him for leaving. And he had to raise his godson away from all this, away from the place where half the people praised him and the other half hated him. And he already knew where he was going to go; America. If someone were to come looking for him, they wouldn't go there. After the Salem Witch trials America was considered the place where savages went. It was basically the Australia of the Wizarding World.

Then he was gone.

The memories washed over him, filling his mind.

"I'm just looking for my brother!" he argued, "He was taken here, I followed his signature. But I lost it when I crossed over!"

"Look, kid. I can help you. But I need to know your name."

Jordan didn't know who this kid was, but he looked like him, but with brown hair. Everything was so confusing right now, nothing made sense. And the Beast was loose, Minister Rogers was after him. But now this kid, he didn't have time for this. The next words this kid said stopped his heart, shocking him to the very core

"James, James Sirius Potter."

Then the next memory flashed through his mind.

"I know who you are," Draco announced, breaking Camden out of his thoughts, "And I should punch you again."

"You should, but it won't change anything," Camden admitted.

"Why did you leave?" Draco asked.

"I couldn't stay. I'm not who they want me too be."

His mind continued to fill with memories, the comforting arms of the centaur making him feel safe.

"John…" Harry whispered softly.

"What are you doing here?" John asked harshly, "Why did Claudia take you home?"

"She just wanted to help…"

"She only got worse after you got here! YOU KILLED HER!"

Harry flinched at the accusation, "Come on John. Don't do this. Think about Stiles."

"I am thinking about Stiles. You kill people wherever you go! What happened to Teddy's parents. How about yours? Did you have to take Claudia too, you kill everyone around you. Death follows you like a plague. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

Tears streamed down Merlin's face, his eyes still shut. He didn't want these memories, make them stop. Make them stop!

His whole body burned, everything was frayed. Smoke and flames licked up the different pieces of his body, even as he was pieced back together. Everything hurt, pain had become everything he knew. His body was getting pieced together, bit by bit. Someone was grumbling besides his head, Death perhaps. Maybe a reaper. He gasped, being able to breathe again. A weak moan of pain escaped him and he tried to get away. But the pain was everywhere. Whoever had put his body back together was gone now. Screaming hoarsely, Camden got to his feet. No, he wasn't Camden anymore. Camden had died in that explosion, so had Teddy. A tear slipped down his cheek, he was Harry again. Until he could think of someone else to be. Taking a shaky breath, Harry picked up the invisibility cloak left beside his head and put it around himself. Before he left to get Teddy there was one last thing to do.

A soft gasp escaped Merlin's mouth, even as the memories continued to flood in.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you Jack Frost. A little under three hundred years I would say," Harry finally said, "I wouldn't know if you remember me or not however."

"All I remember is the moon, telling me my name. That was it," Jack replied evenly, "I think I would remember if you were there."

"I was there when you died, I brought you back. But changed, the moon gifted you your powers. When you opened your eyes I left, my job done."

"I died!"

Glancing over, Harry shrugged before looking back to the lake. Honestly he had thought that MIM had told Jack, apparently not. If the moon was out now he would have glared at it. But he wasn't out, so there was no one to glare at.

"Yes, you did," Harry replied calmly, pulling down his shadowy hood, "I'll see you later Jack. I have my own duties to perform."

"Wait!" Jack called as Harry walked towards the shadow of a tree, "I don't even know your name!"

The smile on Harry's face was genuine as he turned, looking over at Jack from the shade of the tree. As he spoke his eyes glowed a brighter green, the green of the killing curse.

"Harry, but most call me the Master of Death," and he was gone.

Then the last memory, trickling in like a gentle fog.

"Can you send me back?" Harry asked, "To a time when I don't know anyone."

"Are you sure you wish that?"

But this time it seemed different, as though Death was staring right at him. And, with a start, Merlin realized he was. His name wasn't truly Merlin however, it was Harry James Potter. The name he was born with when he became Master of Death. That name will always follow him around, for he is Harry Potter. But he is also Merlin, Camden, Jordan, and many more. He is the Spirit of Death, the Master of Death. Spirits whisper his name, creatures talk of him to their children at night, and others worship the very ground he has walked upon.

"No," Merlin whispered, watching as his other self replied.

"Very well," Death said.

This time Merlin watched what Death did. His body began to shrink, going back in time. Soon he was nothing more than a soul in his hand. The soul was bright, shining out, with only hints of darkness inside. It was the biggest ball he had ever seen, growing steadily still. Death breathed gently on it, stilling the soul. Time whirled around him, until he stopped in front of a young version of Hunith. She was waving sadly after a man, even as Death inserted the soul inside of her. But she didn't become the soul, no. Instead the soul became a child.

"Be happy my Master, Emrys," Death whispered.

Merlin sat upwards with a gasp, the centaur stroking his hair gently. These memories were settling inside of him, finding their places. While his head still hurt it wasn't as painful as before. No longer feeling as though something was trying to break its way out.

"What's your name?" Merlin finally managed to work out, "Please, tell me."

"Cajsa," the centaur replied, "It's a honour to meet you Emrys. But I believe you must return to your king."

Immediately what he was supposed to be doing came rushing back. A groan escaped his lips and Merlin quickly gathered up the pieces of wood. Behind him Cajsa giggled softly, before cantering away, before Merlin could even tell her a thank you. Looking back down at the ground, Merlin made sure he had all the wood before rushing back to the camp.

"Where have you been you idiot!" Arthur raged at him, "You went to get wood an hour ago!"

"I got lost," Merlin replied with a shrug.

"You got lost."

"Yes sire."

Arthur guffawed at him, the other knights laughing. Cheeks aflame, Merlin quickly added some more wood and stoked the fire. Sometimes Merlin wished he had longer hair.

*******HPMERLIN*******

It was one of the few times that it was just him and Arthur. Currently they were walking (or in Merlin's case stumbling) through the woods. They were supposed to be hunting but Merlin liked to make sure the animals were safe, scaring them away so that they wouldn't be caught. Honestly, Merlin wasn't sure why Arthur had him come along. All he did was get rid of the animals.

"Will you shut up?" Arthur demanded, "You're scaring away all the animals."
"Are you sure it's not me but you? I can smell you from here!" Merlin jabbed.

"Merlin."
"Shutting up."

Sometimes it was good to be a little bit teasing. Other time he just crossed the line and apparently now was one of those times. However, it was a bit too late. Bandits jumped from all around, surrounding them instantly. Arthur drew his sword and began to fight, Merlin going to hide behind a tree.

However a bandit grabbed him, even as another crept up behind Arthur. Without thinking Merlin's eyes flashed gold, a tree branch falling onto the bandit's head. He fell to the ground, but Arthur was staring right at Merlin. Wide eyed with fright, Merlin stopped struggling in the bandit's arms. Soon, however, Arthur was right back to fighting.

Merlin twisted in the bandit's grip, flinging his head back. A satisfying crunch reached his ears and the bandit dropped his arms. Whirling around Merlin kneed him in the balls. A low move yes, but a necessary one. The bandit fell to the ground, clutching his crotch, before Merlin whacked him unconscious with a tree branch.

Turning around, Merlin felt the cold bite of a sword. Freezing instantly and scared now, Merlin refused to move. The sword was pressing gently against his neck, not quite drawing blood but he could feel the sharp edge nicking his neck.

"Turn around, slowly," Arthur ordered, "Hands up where I can see them."

Tears now gathering in his eyes, Merlin followed the order. He refused to let the tears follow, trying to keep a brave face. But he knew he was failing. Memories of past lives, where his loved ones had killed him (or at least tried), forced their way into the forefront of his mind.

"Arthur," Merlin croaked.

"No, shut up," Arthur barked, his voice and sword shaking.

Despite the bite of the sword quivering on his neck, Merlin did not move. He didn't do anything, going quite. A traitorous tear fell from his eye, tracing a route down his cheek. That seemed to break the dam, the rest of the tears beginning to fall, soft sobs bubbling up in his mouth.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't, I couldn't tell you," Merlin babbled.

"Shut up!" Arthur roared, the sword pressing deeper against Merlin's neck, "Put these on."

A pair of handcuffs were brandished between the two. Immediately Merlin recognized them. These handcuffs were the same kind the castle used to hold magical prisoners. It held the properties that blocked the magic users powers, subduing them to the point it was locked inside.

"Those'll kill me…" Merlin muttered horrified, reminded of the words spoken to him by various magical creatures.

"Put. Them. On. That's an order Merlin," Arthur told him.

Shakily Merlin took the cuffs, already feeling the subduing nature of it. Trying to keep the reaction in Merlin put on the handcuffs. Immediately he paled, sweat beading on his forehead. Already he felt faint, the pull on his magic. This could kill him, but he would do it. To gain back Arthur's trust.

Without another word to him, Arthur began to tie the cuffs to a piece of rope that he tied to the horse.

"Going to kill me Arthur?" Merlin forced out, the feeling of nausea rising in his chest and climbing up his throat.

There was no response from the king. Instead he got onto the horse and started riding, forcing Merlin too try and keep up. The running and the drain on his magic was starting to take a toll on him. Paling more Merlin was starting to feel shaky, even once Arthur decided to take a reprieve and rest for a few minutes.

"Keep up," Arthur barked, not even looking in Merlin's direction.

The sweat on Merlin's face was dribbling down. Catching a glimpse of himself in a pool of water, Merlin noticed that he looked like death. Not capital D death however. His hair was limp and lank, losing its color. Eyes were sunken in and already lost its sparkle, face an ashen gray.

Then they started off again. Once they got to the borders Merlin' eyesight was starting to fade in and out, feeling weaker and weaker. Breathing shallow and having to force it out, eyelids fluttering. A few steps more, than Merlin collapsed to the ground. The last thing he heard was Arthur calling out for him.

*******HPMERLIN*******

At first he didn't want to wake up, to see the angry face of Arthur looming over his head. But once he stretched out his senses, noticing suddenly that the manacles around his wrists were gone now, he could only sense Gaius walking around. Finally allowing himself to open his eyes, staring straight up. The older man whirled around at the sound of Merlin trying to sit up.

"Don't," Gaius told him with a furrowed brow, "Lay back down. You're weak."

"Arthur?" Merlin asked.

A small smile appeared on Gaius' face, "Currently getting sense knocked into him by the rest of the knights. Gwaine and Lancelot found you with Arthur. Lancelot took the manacles off and Gwaine punched Arthur. Then Lancelot rushed you down here. Percival and Lancelot are guarding the door right now. Seems you have friends to count on."

Merlin finally managed to get himself to relax, breathing out softly and flopping down against the bed. Besides him Gaius gently checking his temperature. Curling up into a fetal position, Merlin stared at his hands gently. It was difficult for him to realize that now just about everyone in the castle knew.

"Let me through!" Guinevere's voice filtered through the door, startling Merlin, "I have to see him before I beat Arthur to a pulp."

"He was asleep," Lancelot muttered, "But you probably woke him up."

"Let her through Lancelot," Gaius called through the door, "He's awake."

Merlin set him a horrified look, not ready for anyone really. For a moment he tensed, before relaxing when Gwen put a hand on his shoulder. Turning his head towards Gwen and gave her a small smile. But she wasn't smiling, instead she pulled him close.
"I'm so sorry. Arthur is stubborn, but we've finally got him to see reason. Took a few beats to the head," Gwen said with a smile, "And a night on the couch."

"You put him on the couch?" Merlin asked with a small smile.

"With the way he treated you I nearly forced him to sleep on the floor. But I figured you didn't want me to do that."

Merlin shook his head, smiling slightly. Despite everything that had happened Gwen always made him smile.

"You're okay right? When you came back you were unconscious and bleeding through your nose and eyes," Gwen told him, "Arthur looked horrified. The magic suppression cuffs were killing you."

"I warned him…" Merlin muttered.

"And when has Arthur ever listened to you?"

That was true, not that Merlin really wanted to think about it. It only seemed that Arthur listened to Merlin when he felt like it. But when Arthur didn't agree with Merlin he usually didn't listen and did his own thing. That was the truth and would always be the truth.

"Never," Merlin sighed.

"I wouldn't say never. He has listened to you before, quite a few times," Gwen replied.

That was when she got up and left, promising to return again. And once again Merlin was alone. Left with his own thoughts. It wasn't the first time in the multiple lifetimes of his that he had been. Like every single time he also began to drown in his own thoughts, which was never a good thing.

"You can't go in there," Percival interrupted his thoughts, the door filtering his voice.

"I am the king!" Arthur's voice broke into the room.

"You tried to kill him!" Lancelot argued, "He told you that was going to kill him!"

"I thought he was trying to get away."

"Lame excuse Princess," Gwaine interrupted, though Merlin had heard his footsteps a few seconds earlier, "Now Merlin doesn't want to see you."

Before he knew it Merlin had opened the door. The three knights outside turned around in surprise, Lancelot immediately stepping in front of Merlin. However Merlin wasn't looking at Lancelot, he was looking at Arthur. Let's just say that Arthur wasn't looking that good, like he was guilty and hadn't slept since they got back.

"Merlin," Lancelot started.

"Can I talk to Arthur?" Merlin asked, nibbling his bottom lip.

"Are you sure you want to?" Gwaine questioned, "Because we can kick Princess out."

"Please?"

"Alright, but we will be right outside if you need us. Just shout."

Each of the knights sent Arthur a warning glare, promising pain and utter destruction if he so much as looks at Merlin the wrong way. Pretending not to notice it Merlin went back inside, sensing Arthur following behind. Hearing the door shut behind him Merlin finally wonder what he had gotten himself into. Why had he allowed himself to be locked in here with the person that had caused all this in the first place.

"Tell me. Why did you hide it from me in the first place?" Arthur asked.

"I don't want to be burned at the stake sire," Merlin muttered, "Over something I was born with."

"You were born with magic?"

Instead of sounding angry, Arthur just sounded intrigued. A true smile crossed Merlin's face as he nodded, running a hand through his hair nervously. He didn't look at Arthur, scared of what he might see.

"But how is that possible?" Arthur demanded, "No one has ever been born with magic before."
"What about Dragonlords?"

"They aren't born with it. Their magic comes once they get their inheritance."

"I-I think I know how."

That hadn't meant to slip out. Not even Lancelot knew that secret, not even Gaius. No one knew. Wincing Merlin looked up at Arthur, whose eyebrow was raised. Biting his lip, wondering if he should tell Arthur or not, Merlin sighed deeply. It was too late not to say anything now.

"You could say I'm not exactly a normal warlock," Merlin sighed, rubbing his wrists.

"Merlin, I won't hurt you again. I wasn't thinking straight… I'm sorry," Arthur replied, reaching out for him.

Merlin winced at first, before relaxing and letting Arthur gently hold his shoulders. Looking down, Merlin weighed the pros and cons of telling Arthur who he really is. But who he really is hadn't even been born left. Harry James Potter is still centuries away, the twentieth century to be exact. How could you tell someone that?

"Merlin?" Arthur prodded.

"I… It's hard to explain Arthur. I don't fully understand it," Merlin sighed, "I'm not just Merlin. I'm other people too."

"Like, reincarnation?"

"This time I was reincarnated. Usually I just change my name and appearance," Merlin said, "But who I really am hasn't been born yet Arthur. Here I am only Merlin."

"Mordred called you Emrys."

"That's my Druid name."

Right now Arthur seemed captivated. Completely and utterly entranced about Merlin and his story. For once Merlin didn't feel like he was being forced to tell his story. Instead it seemed natural to tell Arthur all this. All of this seemed like it was meant to be.

"When I was first born, I was born with these strange abilities. Different than the ones that I was born with this time. But still the same, magic. Instead of having flashing golden eyes I had deadly green. Instead of having my mom, I had my mom and dad. Until they died when I was a baby. There was a magic school, called Hogwarts. I attended there both lives, but then I was a Gryffindor. Here I was a Slytherin. Everything was different. I didn't know though. I hadn't remembered my other life. Until recently at least. Now I know what has been missing my whole life. There was always something that seemed wrong, seemed off. In my first life, my future life, I became multiple people without being born again. I died, multiple times. But I can't truly die."

"But the cuffs?" Arthur muttered.

"If you kept them on me, I wouldn't have come back. But eventually, once the cuffs came off, I would have woken up again."

That seemed to relax Arthur. His whole body sagged forward in relief. Taking his hand gently, Merlin rubbed the back of it. For a second it seemed that Arthur didn't want to move, that he was perfectly calm. It wasn't often anymore that Merlin saw him like this.

"I'm so sorry Merlin," Arthur whispered.

"I forgive you, just don't do it again sire," Merlin replied.

It didn't fix everything, there were still quite a few issues they had to get past. But they were together again and that was all that mattered.

Me: So… I actually don't know how long this is. And Math makes me want to murder someone right now. I nearly killed Merlin too be honest, but he's Harry so it doesn't really work… I can't actually kill Harry according to my own logic.

Stiles: Though she did technically kill Merlin. Merlin was actually dead when he came back to Camelot, but Lancelot took off the cuffs so Merlin's magic was putting him back together.

Me: True, true.

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