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This is not the second part of the Titanic, it's the first of a multichapter on Harry Potter. I guess some of you were expecting it sooner or later. Merlin and Morgana at Hogwarts. For the sequence of the story, let's imagine that Hogwarts is like a University, they start it around 16-17 years old. There was not much Mergana interaction I could do with 12 year olds. I am a great fan of Harry Potter, I have left some events unchanged or mixed them with Merlin.

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"Not slytherin" Merlin said instinctively after the Sorting Hat had been placed on his head.

"Not slytherin? But you could do great in Slytherin. I can sense it in the very fiber of your being."

"Not Slytherin, not Slytherin" he repeated.

"Okay, If you are so sure it's better to place you in Gryffindor. I can sense a lot of courage in there."

Merlin took the Sorting Hat off his head and swiftly moved to sit on the Gryffindor table. As he walked, he caught the eye of a pale, raven haired, bright eyes girl that was waiting in line to be sorted. They locked eyes for a second, then the moment was over and each one turned to their friends.

"Repeat after me" Professor Flitwick asked. "Wingardium Leviosa"

"Wingardium Leviosa" the class answered.

Ten feathers were flying in the air. Merlin's among them. He smiled at himself and then turned to his friend Seamus who had just blown up his feather.

"Oh no" he said. "Professor Flitwick?" He asked her, in order to request another feather.

She turned and on her way she fell on the glass of water that was on her desk.

And then it happened.

Merlin's flashed gold and the glass stood mid-air, the water freezing still.

Flitwick turned to him in shock. The raven haired boy lost focus, and the glass fell on the ground, water splattering on every direction. But Flitwick didn't even care about it. His eyes were fixed on Merlin. He had seen his eyes change from blue to gold. It was a sign of Emrys.

"Come with me, boy" Flitwick said, leaving the class be behind them.

Merlin followed him in silence. He had no idea where he was taking him but he couldn't find a reason why he should be punished. He was born like this, it was a talent. His mother had told him so.

"Come in" he pushed him and Merlin had just enough time to read the sign.

HEADMASTERS OFFICE

"What's wrong Filius" Dumbledore asked, as he saw the tiny professor dragging Merlin with him.

"He has magic. Real, pure magic. No wand. A sign of the Emrys era" he said, all on one breath.

Merlin was confused. The word Emrys was vaguely familiar to him, but he couldn't relate it to anything.

"What's your name" Dumbledore asked him kindly.

"I'm Merlin Ambrosius" He replied, looking at his shoelaces.

"Speak up" he smiled.

"I'm Merlin Ambrosius" Merlin tried again.

"Okay, Merlin Ambrosius. Listen well to what I'm going to tell you. You have a gift. It's rare, and it's precious. But it can be very dangerous too. I believe it would be better if you cast it aside for the time being and focused on you wand magic."

Merlin nodded. Inside, he was bubbling with curiosity and anger.

"Okay?"

He nodded again and turned to leave.

That night he didn't sleep. He couldn't. The words of Dumbledore were echoing on his head over and over again. Emrys. Emrys. Emrys.

After a few tries he made himself invisible (classic trick, he had learnt it since he was ten and playing pranks on his mother) and left to the library. The Restricted Section.

At the eleventh book he tried, he finally found the word Emrys at the contents. It was an ancient book, under a ton of dust. He read in Shakespearean English.

The timeth of Emrys will be by the one whose eyes spiteth flames brought about. The timeth of the fairies is nigh.

Through battle and loveth they will thrive

fireth and death await on their journey to might.

That's what was written on the book. The time of Emrys. And the time of the fairies. He had heard those words again. They were words of power. He felt warm at the sound of the word Emrys. He said it again and again.

Perhaps a letter to his mother, explaining his problem would be worth it.

And this is when he heard it. A low voice, coming from the very core of the earth calling him by his name.

"Merlin"

He covered his ears but the voice still managed to break into his mind and sound again. Telepathy? He wondered.

"MERLIN"

He tried to find the source of the sound. It seemed to be coming from the basement. He reached the staircase and went ten levels lower.

"Merlin" it sounded again and again. "Merlin" and louder " Merlin"

He saw a locked door that was on top of a passage. The voice seemed to be coming from there. There was no need to practice no-wand magic, if Dumbledore insisted.

"Alohomora" he muttered. The door came open with a crack.

He wandered alone at the empty dark corridors trying to figure out where the voice was coming from.

And finally he found it. It was a cave. It was endless and dark and empty.

"Where are you?" Merlin shouted. "Who are you?"

He heard the crack of a rusty chain and then he saw him. Gigantic and majestic, the sight of a dragon coming towards him was more than enough for Merlin to try and find shield. What had he brought upon himself again. And the dragon spoke.

"Ah, young warlock. So long a time I have been waiting for you to come"

"Me?"

The dragon chuckled. It was almost comical, seeing the huge creature behave in such a human-ish way.

"Yes, you, young warlock. For you are the mighty Emrys, the most powerful sorcerer that has walked the earth. The sorcerer that will defeat the forces of the evil and bring piece to the world."

"What do you mean?"

"You have a gift Merlin, haven't you noticed? How many "wizards" he winced at the word" do you know that can perform magic with a flick of their arms. Your magic comes from inside, not from a stupid stick, called wand."

"They've forbidden me to use it"

"How dare they." The dragon spoke. "Don't you dare stop using your gift, young warlock. It's your power. It's the power of Emrys."

Merlin wanted to scream, but instead a short

"No, you must be wrong" he said. "I can't be Emrys"

The dragon started laughing again.

"What is so funny?" Merlin snapped.

"Nothing, nothing" the dragon replied.

"Listen well, Merlin. You may not know it yet, but you were born with a certain destiny. And this is to be a source of good. You shall thrive through love and fire. You shall bring the light to the world. And you shall find your destiny intertwined with the one of Le Fay."

"Le Fay?" Merlin wondered "Who is Le Fay?"

"The time of the fairies is nigh, young warlock" the dragon replied. "the time of the fairies." And with that he took of to the ceiling of the cave and back somewhere out of Merlin's view.

"Where are you?" Merlin shouted.

"You can't just leave me with another riddle to solve. Tell me what you want from me"

Silence.

An after a while, the dragon's voice echoed on the walls of the cave.

"Destiny"

Merlin was wandering the corridors searching for a place to practice his no-wand magic and think. He couldn't really force his magic in. It was like speaking to him. Like breathing, better. It was oxygen. Wand magic was restraining him. He had tried to top using it, just to irritate the dragon, but finally he realised it was impossible. Peeves had tried to throw a box with pins on him, he had nearly tripped on Mrs. Norris, he had stumbled on Snape and accidentally thrown him to the ground and it was no wonder he wanted to be left alone for a while. He saw a faint light coming from one of the rooms he passed by. Intrigued, he headed for there. He pushed the creaking door open and suddenly remembered he had been here before.

In his second year, during detention, he had been made to clean up the whole lot of three hundred Quidditch cups. A soft smile played on his face.

"Can I come in?" He heard a voice from the doorway. He turned swiftly and came face to face with a girl he had never noticed before. Or so he thought. She had jet black, long hair, exactly a colour like his, pale skin and bright green eyes. She was wearing a pair of thick black reading glasses. Merlin wondered how she looked behind them. It was obvious that she had the potential to look very beautiful.

The girl cleared her throat to get his attention.

"Yeah, sure, come in" he said hastily and returned to studying the cups. He remembered some names, that was for sure.

He focused on some Howard James Randall. Perhaps he could change the colour of the letters. He took a deep breath, muttered the incantation trying not to lose focus…

"What is this place?" the girl asked him.

Merlin swore under his breath. Irritated from being cut from his thoughts, he replied without thinking

"What does it look like?" he snapped.

She didn't need a lot of time to get into defence mode.

"Oh, I'm so sorry to bother you" she said in a tone dripping venom.

"Can you please be quiet? I'm trying to focus" Merlin repeated, not bothering even to turn and face her. After a few minutes of silence, he realised he was being rude and turned to say sorry

"Perhaps I prefer Filch to you after all."

Merlin looked at her with sympathy but she was obviously having none of it.

"Filch's looking for you?" he asked. She didn't really look the part of the troublemaker.

"What's it to you?" she replied with an angry, somewhat broken voice. He couldn't help but think about how rich her vocal tones were. Most girls from his class sounded much younger than her age.

"Nothing" he replied.

"Fine"

"Fine" she snapped and turned her back to him. She checked the corridor and a few seconds later left.

Merlin sighed. Some people are better to be left alone. No need to deal with everyone's problems. Seconds later, his thoughts were on Regulus Arcturus Black who had been Seeker in the Slytherin Quidditch team thirty years ago.

And this is how Morgana Pendragon and Merlin Ambrosius met for the first time.

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