Dear Professor A. Dumbledore,
My name is Myrddin Ambrosius. I am thirteen years old, and I am writing to ask you if would accept me into Third Year at Hogwarts. I know that students usually start when they are eleven, but for the past couple of years, I have been home schooled by my uncle. When my parents died, I was five at the time, I went into my uncle's care, where he taught me to control my magic and I also helped him with his work. My uncle was a physician and I helped him with his potion making and collecting herbs. A couple of years ago, my uncle got diagnosed with cancer and he died a few days ago. My uncle's last wish was for me to attend Hogwarts to get a proper education. When he first got diagnosed, I was going to attend Hogwarts but then I found out about his condition so I dropped out in order to take care of my uncle. He was my only last living relative left so I tried to help save him. But cancer is irreversible and a few days ago, he finally moved on to the other world. I am respecting my late uncle's last wish, by writing to you to ask if I could attend. I would be delighted if you could accept me, but I would understand if you can't.
I hope to hear from you soon.
Yours sincerely,
Myrddin Ambrosius.
Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his office reading a letter. It was sent by a boy called, Myrddin Ambrosius, asking if he would be accepted to attend Hogwarts. In all the years since he has been Headmaster, never once had he had a student send him a letter asking him to attend in a different year. It seems that this boy is now an orphan. Dumbledore laced his fingers together and rested them on the desk. Dumbledore doesn't know whether to accept him or not. The circumstances seem very suspicious. What with Black escaping Azkaban, and now this? But perhaps Hogwarts would be safer for the boy to be, what with Black now on the loose. It isn't likely that the boy is in league with Black or Voldemort. And if Dumbledore doesn't accept him, then the boy would have nowhere to go, and without a proper education... Dumbledore isn't one to turn down someone in need. He wonders who this boy is. Ambrosius. He's heard that name before. It's one of the oldest wizarding family names dating all the way back to the founders, maybe even before that. Dumbledore's curious of this Myrddin Ambrosius. And he doesn't intend to turn down a young wizard, obviously in need of education. Dumbledore glanced down at the letter again and saw that the handwriting is very elegant and perhaps the most beautiful writing Dumbledore has ever seen. How does a thirteen year old have such sophisticated handwriting that not even an adult wizard has? Dumbledore has made his decision.
Dear Mr M. Ambrosius,
I am delighted to tell you that I have come to the decision to accept you into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You will be put into Third Year, but first, I need you to come into Hogwarts two weeks before term is due to start to make sure that you are going to be put into the right year by completing a series of tests for you to do from both First and Second Year. We will discuss things in more detail when we finally meet. Be at Hogwarts for half past one, on Thursday 19th August. A teacher, Professor Snape, will meet you by the school gate to take you to my office. If you take the Knight Bus, it will take you to outside the school. I will see you on 19th August.
Yours sincerely,
Professor Albus Dumbledore.
Headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Merlin smiled as he read the letter from the Headmaster of Hogwarts. He has been accepted. Not that Merlin's surprised. Dumbledore is one of kindest wizards you'll ever meet, but can also be one of the scariest, Voldemort included. Merlin knows that Dumbledore has his suspicions about him, he would be very surprised if he didn't, considering the events. That's probably why he wants to meet him. To find out who he is. Merlin knows that Dumbledore is a very skilled Legilimens so he would probably try Legilimency on him. But only people with the Old Magic will be able to access his mind, like Druids for they used to send telepathic messages to him in Camelot. It's next to impossible for those of the New Magic to access his mind. No matter how powerful. Merlin looked outside. It was getting dark. He went up to the windows, where he overlooked the Lake of Avalon, and stared across the foggy waters hoping for some sign that Arthur will return. There was none, of course. Merlin had given up hope two hundred years ago. 'Maybe it was all a lie, and Arthur won't return at all.' A voice from the dark recesses of his mind, whispered. Merlin shook his head, to rid himself of the voice. A single tear slid down Merlin's cheek as he gazed across at Avalon. "I love you, Arthur." Merlin whispered, voice cracking. "Please come back to me." As always, nothing happened. With one last lingering look out at the lake, Merlin turned away from the window and sat aback down on the sofa, wiping away his tears.
Something landed on his shoulder, and Merlin didn't have to look to know what it was. Or rather whom it was. Aithusa. Merlin had found her two days after he left Camelot for good. She had become a good companion to him over the years and he cherished her company. Aithusa is a lot smaller than she was then. Two hundred years after the fall of Camelot, Kilgharrah died. Merlin had felt Kilgharrah's passing and his magic growing stronger. When Kilgharrah died, his power was transferred to Merlin, for they are kin, and Merlin was more powerful than he was before Kilgharrah's death. The power he passed onto Merlin, now made him able to speak to any magical creature, so he can speak and understand them. When Kilgharrah died, Aithusa and Merlin became closer than ever. Merlin shrunk Aithusa, with her permission of course, so that she may be safe. The New Magic dragons-more like Wyverns if anything-became native to countries so Aithusa agreed to become smaller and stay with Merlin to stay safe. Because if a New Magic wizard, caught sight of an Old Magic dragon, Avalon knows what would happen. But Merlin knows, it won't be not good. Aithusa is the one that has kept him from losing himself completely and stopped him from committing suicide over and over again. Without Aithusa, Merlin doesn't know what he would be like. "You will see him again, Merlin." She said. Merlin looked into her bright blue eyes.
"I hope so." Merlin muttered, looking out the window at Avalon. "I really do."