"GRANDSON!?" Molly yelled her signature Weasley yell. "Do you take me for a fool Harry James!? My Grandson Albus is only 11 years old and on the Hogwarts Express as we speak. This… person looks exactly like you! Right down to a T!"
"Gran, it really is me!" Albus tried to convince her.
"It really is him, Molly," Harry assured. "I had him under Veritaserum. There's no doubt about it."
"But, but how? How is this possible?"
"I'm less concerned at how it is possible and more so on why this is necessary. Albus doesn't want to say anything until the whole family is here."
Since it was the day all the kids went to Hogwarts, this wasn't too much of an issue. Every year on September 1st, all of the Weasleys would come to the burrow and partake in one of Molly Weasley's famous feasts. It was a tradition placed when Victoire first went to Hogwarts. Even Charlie would come, despite not having children of his own. Albus didn't want everyone to see him yet; so while everyone was outside, he was in the kitchen with his grandmother.
"So," Molly started, "in the future, do you have anyone special?"
Albus hesitated at first. If he went too much into depth, she might try to dig for more information. Information he didn't want to reveal until the time was right. "No Gran. I'm single back in my time."
"Well I'm sure that you will find someone who will treat you well in time." She said while mashing the potatoes. "Your father wasn't that big into dating when he was in Hogwarts."
Albus smiled at Molly's ignorance but also felt made what he was going to tell the entire Weasley clan that much more painful. This family was so happy. Did Albus really have what it took to take their happiness away? 'I have to,' Albus thought. 'They need to know. It's for the future of wizardkind.'
When the food was placed on the table, The entire Weasley/Potter clan started to dig in. It was Charlie that noticed that there was an empty chair at the table. The first couple of years after the war, there was an empty chair at the table for where Fred would sit, but as the family came to terms with his death, they no longer needed the chair to be there. It struck Charlie as strange for the chair to be there again. "Mum, why is there an empty chair again?" he asked.
"I believe Harry can answer that for you," she replied nodding at Harry to take over.
"While Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Teddy, and I were having lunch, we received a visit from someone very familiar." Harry stood up and faced the kitchen. "Al!" he shouted. "You can come in now!"
When Albus walked into the dining room, everyone, except those who already knew, was confused by his appearance, especially since more than ever, Albus was Harry's doppelganger "Harry," Percy spoke up. "There is no way that this is Albus. This must be some sort of trick."
"I can assure you Percy that I am 100% sure that this is my son, Albus. I interrogated him myself at the ministry." He turned to his son. "Albus, go ahead and tell your story."
Albus took a deep breath. "The reason I am here in the past is because I intend on changing the future. To save wizardkind from destruction. A great evil has awoken in my time. An evil worse than Grindelwald and Voldemort combined, even though you may not think so at first."
Harry's eyes grew cold at the mention of Voldemort and the notion that there is a worse evil than him. "Who?" he whispered sharply.
With no emotion, Albus let out, "Morgan Le Fey."
"But I thought Morgan Le Fey wasn't truly evil," Hermione interrupted. "The only one she truly had a vendetta against was King Arthur."
"Well 1500 years in limbo is probably enough to turn even the most powerful being mad. And mad she is." Albus looked at Lily and Hugo, who were looking at him with awe. Thinking this to be a heroic adventure tale. "Dad, it might be a good idea if Lily and Hugo are not in the room for this."
Harry nodded and turned to the children. "Kids, why don't you two go outside and fly around a bit while the grown-ups talk."
"But we want to hear the story!" Hugo whined. Lily nodded her head fiercely.
"Please don't argue!" Harry said a bit more sternly. "Outside, now! I will tell you when you may come back in." The children simply nodded and walked slowly outside. "Please continue, Al."
"When Morgan awoke, her wrath began almost immediately. She has magic beyond anything I've ever seen. Even magic to raise the dead, but those returning from the dead aren't the same. They don't have free will of their actions. At least most of them don't. A couple of the more dark wizards seem to be perfectly willing to do what she asks.
"Who has she brought back?" Ron asked.
"The first to be brought back was her son, Mordred. He was tasked into killing the muggles. Then she started to bring back Some of the most powerful wizards of the 20th century. Grindelwald, Dumbledore, Bellatrix Lestrange, and even Voldemort. They were tasked with killing everyone! And for the most part, they did. And the wizards that were killed, Morgan brings back under her control.
"How is it that she can control all these powerful witches and wizards?" Hermione asked. "I'm sure it can't be the Imperius Curse. Most of the wizards you listed can probably resist it."
"You are right Aunt Hermione. It isn't the Imperius Curse. It is something much more powerful. Morgan uses an enchantment known as Nimue's Charm. It can make anyone, no matter how powerful, do the bidding of the caster with the illusion of free will. It's the same charm Nimue used to capture Merlin."
"And what happened to us?" Asked Molly afraid of the answer.
"Most of you were killed and resurrected under Morgan. I almost was too, but Dad sacrificed himself for me so I could escape. It took Bellatrix, Dumbledore, and Voldemort combined to take him down, but they did it. The next time I saw my father, he was trying to kill me." There were tears running down Albus' cheeks.
"What did you do?" Ginny asked, getting a hint from Albus' tears that there was more to this.
"What I had to do. I-I burnt him alive in fiendfire. It-It was the only way for dad to stay dead. It was the worst thing I have ever seen or ever had to do in my life. His screams still haunt my dreams. His cries of agony and anguish. I-I…" Albus could no longer speak as he broke down crying. Both Harry and Ginny stood up to comfort him.
"Shh, shh shh shh. Al, honey. It's alright. Mummy's here. It's going to be alright." Ginny whispered with quite a few tears in her eyes too.
"Albus, my son, I don't blame you for what you had to do." Harry said. "As much as I hate to admit it, I would have done the same thing if I was in your situation. You did nothing wrong. If anything, you put a suffering soul to rest."
Albus sniffed and nodded. "Th-thank you, Dad."
For a few minutes, the three Potters just stayed there, embracing each other. Everyone at the table just watched with tears in their eyes. Even Ron, who was the most stoic of the Weasleys cried a little bit. "Alright. Alright. I'm fine now." Albus finally said. "Let me get back to my story." Harry and Ginny sat back in their seats and Albus began again.
"The worst part is when I found out Morgan's ultimate plan. With every witch and wizard that she resurrects, the magic of the resurrected is shared with her. Sort of like a hive mind for magic. Once she gets enough, she plans on destroying the world and recreating it as she envisions it."
"Well that settles it," Ron said. " We have to stop Morgan Le Fey from ever resurrecting."
"That's just it, Uncle Ron. It can't be stopped. Her resurrection is inevitable. The only way to stop her is when she is alive."
"And how on earth do we do that?" asked Harry.
"The only person that's powerful enough to stop her is Merlin. But he is still trapped somewhere. I managed to pinpoint the location of him, but there is still one problem. The only one who can free him is someone with the blood of a Pendragon."
Sorry this took so long. What do you think? Leave a review. I appreciate the feedback. Also should the last of the Pendragons be an in-canon character or an OC. Let me know in a review.
