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This chapter is kind of similar to the books again, but I swear after this it will divert off the path of the Order of the Phoenix.

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"Merlin... Merlin..." A voice. "Merlin!" It was urgent. Merlin could not move. A figure walked up to him, shrouded in mist. The voice spoke, now sounding amused. "Oh, Merlin. How young you look for your age." A laugh pealed out. He could recognise that voice. The figure stepped closer, and the mist dissolved. It was Morgana. She was wearing a dress that she had worn back when she was still Uther's ward, back when she had no magic. But Merlin knew she had changed. Merlin still couldn't move, but he could speak. "Morgana."

She smiled. "Ah, you still remember me. How nice."

Merlin didn't say anything. "So I assume you know by know that I have been reawakened."

"But you don't know where I am."

Morgana frowned. Merlin spoke again. "I know that you are still weak and you have no idea where I am."

Morgana glared at him, marring her beautiful face. "But I know where Riddle's precious Harry Potter is. And I know that you will do anything to protect the creatures of this feeble little land, even though the magic has gone."

"Morgana, please," Merlin said. "You've seen this world! You know that they are weak, and they can't defend themselves against the power of the Old Religion. Why do you need to kill them?"

"Because they are weak! Why did they let the Old Religion fade? And they are the only way to get to you."

Merlin sighed. "I'll meet you, Morgana. I can find you. Just don't kill the witches and wizards."

"Oh, no." Morgana smirked. "I will do anything to get to you first. And, I must do a favour to my rescuer. We will destroy the Wizarding World, and bring back real magic!"

"Morgana!" Merlin grew fed up with her. "The only way you can bring the Old Religion back is with Arthur!"

Morgana just smiled, and then all Merlin could see was blackness.

"No!" Merlin shot up in bed. The sun had risen, and his watch said it was 7:00am.

"What happened, mate?" Ron mumbled groggily.

"Oh, it was just a dream." Merlin still sounded rattled. "Sorry for waking you up."

Ron checked his own watch. "It's fine." He picked up a pillow and hit Harry in the head. "Oi! It's time to wake up!"

Merlin smiled. They were just like himself and Arthur. The smile slipped off his face.

At breakfast, Professor McGonagall gave out the timetables. "Look at today!" groaned Ron as soon as McGonagall had handed one out to him. "History of Magic, double Potions, Divination and double Defence Against the Dark Arts... Binns, Snape, Trelawney and that Umbridge woman all in one day!"

Merlin looked at his timetable. It was the same as Ron's. He frowned. "Are all these teachers bad?"

Hermione sighed. "Well the boys seem to think that History of Magic is boring, we all know Snape hates Gryffindors, Trelawney's really just an old fraud, and Umbridge is from the Ministry, so we know that can't be good."

Merlin sighed. Today was going to be a horrible day. He had been to Hogwarts before, when the teachers were even more stricter, but he had been living in recluse for about 100 years since the last time he had been to school.

Merlin remembered his closest friend, Angus Brown, from about 100 years back. He was no Arthur but he was a laugh, and Merlin had needed that.

He was shocked out of his reverie by Harry saying, "Come on, we'll be late to History of Magic."

"Oh, it's not like Binns'll notice," Ron groaned.

"No, Ron," Hermione said in her strict voice. She stood up and left the Great Hall.

"God, she's a right downer," Ron muttered as they all packed up and headed towards the classroom.

Merlin had a shock when he saw that Professor Binns was a ghost. The lesson was boring, and Hermione seemed to be the only person taking notes at all, while the rest of the class were sleeping or daydreaming.

Merlin found himself drifting into his many memories.

He was talking to Gwen shortly after Arthur's death. She had come into terms with his magic and was announcing that she would make him Court Sorcerer when the ban on magic were lifted. Merlin was crying tears of joy and sadness, that Arthur couldn't see his great kingdom at the height of it's time.

He was sitting by Gwen's deathbed, seeing another dear friend pass into Avalon. He looked so young, but felt so very old. Gwen closed her eyes for the final time.

He was standing outside his newly constructed hut near Freya's lake, waiting patiently for Arthur's return. After Gwen's death, Camelot had been destroyed as she had no heir. The kingdoms fought for the title of King, and Albion was divided once more. His only companion was Aithusa, the white dragon who promised to be with him forever and always.

He was standing with the four founders of Hogwarts, looking at the newly built school. He was no longer Merlin, but Marcus. Magic was being taught again, but not the pure form of the Old Religion. Spells cast in Latin, using wands. But all that would change when Arthur came back.

He was standing on the edge of a cliff. Arthur had not come back for 500 years, and Merlin was alone. He took the plunge.

He was waking up on the top of the cliff, just hours later. He felt a deep misery, knowing that he would not be able to die.

He came back to Hogwarts as a student, finding friends and maybe even a family. No was no longer feeling despair. Every 100 years he came back to Hogwarts.

Merlin woke up. The old ghost seemed to be finishing his long winded speech about Goblins in the war. A bell rung [AN: Does a bell ring? Well it does in this fic] and everyone packed up, eager to leave the classroom.

They all walked into the massive courtyard where is was raining lightly. "So, Michael," Hermione said, wrapping her arms around herself to fend off the cold. "What kinds of things did you learn when you were homeschooled?"

"Well my tutor, Gaius, was a Healer but he used lots of herbs to heal, so I know a lot about potions," Merlin said carefully, trying not to give anything away.

Ron made a sigh of disgust. "So you'll get high marks even though you're a Gryffindor, then."

"Well if you try to make good potions then maybe Snape will give you a better mark," Hermione said.

"Hermione, have you met the man?" Harry asked incredulously. "He hates us."

"Wow, I'm feeling scared now," Merlin joked.

After standing outside in the rain for a few more minutes, they trooped inside for their Potions lesson.

Snape was definitely very strict, but Merlin managed to make an acceptable Draught of Peace which Snape could make no comment on. Harry, however, was less lucky. His was emitting a sort of dark grey mist that Snape took one look at and vanished the potion. Merlin opened his mouth to protest but Hermione shook her head. It wasn't worth it.

Harry raced off to lunch as soon as it was the end of the lesson and was already eating when they caught up.

"Harry, mate, it's just Snape. You know he hates us." Ron tried to console Harry.

"Yes, but he only accepts people with an E in his NEWT class!" Harry mumbled.

"Well he's not going to be marking your OWLs so you could still get a pass mark," Merlin said.

"Hmm." Harry looked down at his plate.

TIME SKIP

It was the Divination lesson, and as soon as Merlin walked into the heavily scented classroom, Professor Trelawney pounced on him. "I see a dark future for you!" she said with a mystical voice. "You shall be killed by the end of the school year, by the most powerful man to walk the earth!"

Everyone started whispering. Merlin caught snatches of it, like "Dumbledore's going to kill him?" "Don't be stupid, it's obviously Voldemort!" "Voldemort's dead, silly!" Harry grabbed Merlin and pulled him to the table. "Don't worry, she does that to everyone. It never comes true."

Merlin nodded. He felt a little scornful; he couldn't die! Trelawney obviously wasn't a proper seer.

The rest of the lesson went by without fault, aside from the surreptitious glances and the sympathetic shoulder-squeezing by Trelawney.

The class was dismissed early. After the lesson, when only Merlin, Harry and Ron remained, clearing the cups of tea they spilt laughing so hard, Trelawney collapsed in a chair. Merlin sucked in a breath. Was she issuing a prophecy? She quickly sat up straight, her eyes unfocused. She spoke in a raspy voice:

The Once and Future King shall rise again,

Along with his greatest foe.

The warlock shall trigger the golden age

And from then, the Old Religion will flow.

Merlin stood, opened mouth. Harry and Ron were shell-shocked. Professor Trelawney stood up, and asked in a faint voice, "Oh, I must have collapsed. The heat, you know." She glided out of the door.

"What... what was that?" Ron asaked warily.

"She said a prophecy," Merlin said grimly.

"She's done that before," Harry blurted out, then exchanged glances with Ron. It was obviously private.

Merlin decided not to question it further. "So what did she mean?" Harry said.

Merlin said nothing. "We need to ask Hermione," Ron said. "She knows everything."

Wow, that took ages to write! I think I'll do a cliffhanger next chapter. ;) remember: 15 reviews.