jeebbus ho118
Laurentius Williame
Gryffindorforever4242
Thank you for the reviews, it's kind of you to leave them on such a new story and i appreciate it.
now so things are happening earlier than in canon, Ie the locket, Harry's scar etc, it's necessary for the progress of the story, and where i want it to go, as for pairings there will only be two main ones being Harry/Luna and Merlin/Bellatrix(eventually, not for a while) and while i don't like Dumbledore/ Ron/ molly etc there wont be any main bashing in this story, but Ron and harry wont be full on friends, Hermione will have a part in it, but nothing more (unless i change later)
The first few chapters will be like this then we will go to merlin's POV, unless we temporarily switch to Bellatrix/Harry temporarily, Anyway thank you for reading and enjoy.
In the aftermath of the grand blood test at Gringotts, Merlin found himself in a dimly lit chamber within the heart of the bank. The room was adorned with ancient runes and serpentine motifs, a testament to the legacy of Salazar Slytherin. As Merlin opened the ornate letter bearing the founder's seal, his heart quickened with anticipation.
The parchment, written in a script that seemed to come to life as he read, revealed Salazar Slytherin's intentions. In the words of the ancient founder, Merlin was not only acknowledged as the true heir of Slytherin but also invited to take on the mantle of Lord Slytherin. This title carried with it not only power but a profound responsibility—to uphold the values and traditions of Slytherin House.
My Dearest Heir,
I hope this letter finds you in good health and high spirits. I trust that the grand ceremony at Gringotts has revealed the truth of your lineage and confirmed what has always been known to me—that you are the rightful heir of Slytherin.
It is with great pride and anticipation that I extend to you an invitation to take up the title of Lord Slytherin. This title is not one to be taken lightly, for it carries with it the responsibility of upholding the values and traditions of Slytherin House, values that have endured for centuries.
As Lord Slytherin, you will be the guardian of our house's legacy. Your duty is to ensure that Slytherin's name is elevated and celebrated in the wizarding world, and that its values continue to shape the character of young witches and wizards who walk its halls.
I have performed a magical adoption ritual that binds us not only by blood but by a shared purpose. You possess not only immense magical power but also the wisdom and sense of purpose needed to safeguard our heritage. The time has come for Slytherin's legacy to flourish and to contribute to a wizarding world in need of guidance and leadership.
I see in you the potential to bring honor to Slytherin House and to stand as a symbol of its enduring greatness. With your wisdom and power, you will navigate the changing world and uphold the principles that we hold dear.
The journey ahead will not be without its challenges, but I have every confidence that you are the one destined to carry this legacy forward. Together, we shall ensure that the name of Slytherin continues to shine brightly and that our house's contributions to the wizarding world are acknowledged and celebrated.
Embrace this role, my heir, and let the legacy of Slytherin be a guiding light in your life. I eagerly await the day when you take on the title of Lord Slytherin and begin your journey as the guardian of our noble heritage.
Yours in pride and anticipation
Salazar Slytherin
As Merlin absorbed the weight of this request, he knew it was a pivotal moment in his journey. With a sense of duty and reverence, he slipped the Slytherin lordship ring onto his finger. Its serpentine design came alive with an emerald glow, marking the initiation of the inheritance ritual.
The room was bathed in the brilliant, green light as Merlin's commitment to becoming Lord Slytherin was etched into the very fabric of his being. The ritual was not just a magical ceremony; it was a binding oath, solidifying his connection to the ancient house and its legacy.
With the ritual complete, Salazar Slytherin himself materialized in the room. The founder's spectral form was a mesmerizing blend of wisdom, pride, and determination. "Merlin," Salazar began, "I have chosen you to carry on the legacy of Slytherin, not just because of your immense power but because of your wisdom and sense of purpose. The time has come for Slytherin's name to be elevated in the wizarding world."
Merlin sat in rapt attention as Salazar Slytherin, one of the four esteemed founders of Hogwarts, revealed the true significance of his choice. It was a moment that transcended time, and the weight of centuries pressed upon him. The ancient founder's spectral form exuded wisdom and pride, and as Salazar spoke, the depths of his vision began to unfold.
The revelation that Salazar had performed a magical adoption ritual on Merlin struck like a bolt of lightning. It was a profound bond that transcended bloodlines, a connection that ran deeper than mere inheritance. Salazar's choice to adopt him as his heir was a testament to the faith and belief the founder had in Merlin's potential.
"You have the potential to bring honour to Slytherin House," Salazar emphasized. His voice, though ethereal, carried the weight of conviction. "Our traditions and values are timeless, and they are needed now more than ever as the world undergoes great changes. The wizarding world is at a crossroads, and we require a guardian to ensure that the legacy of Slytherin remains steadfast."
Merlin's heart swelled with a sense of responsibility. The founder's words were not merely a summons; they were a call to action. Salazar had chosen him to be the guardian of Slytherin House, to champion its values, and to protect its legacy from erosion.
The world was changing rapidly, and traditional values and traditions were at risk of being forgotten or diluted. Salazar saw in Merlin the embodiment of the ideals of Slytherin House, a wizard who could carry the torch forward. It was a challenge unlike any other, and the weight of it was immense.
As Salazar spoke, Merlin knew that his journey was no longer a solitary one. He was bound not only by oath but by the legacy of an entire house. The knowledge that the founder himself had performed the adoption ritual only deepened the sense of destiny that now enveloped him.
In that moment, Merlin made a silent promise. He would honour the trust that Salazar had placed in him. He would protect and preserve the traditions and values of Slytherin House, and in doing so, he would contribute to the future of the wizarding world.
The ancient founder's vision had become Merlin's calling, and as the ritual of adoption sealed their bond, he felt the weight of generations past and the responsibility to shape generations to come. The world was changing, but the legacy of Slytherin would endure through him, and he would ensure that the house's name shone brightly in the annals of history.
Salazar's words held a gravitas that resonated deep within Merlin. As the founder spoke of his vision for the future, Merlin felt a renewed sense of purpose. He was now not only the guardian of Slytherin's legacy but a part of an ancient tradition that spanned centuries. The weight of responsibility was offset by the knowledge that he was chosen for a reason.
In the quiet solitude of a room far removed from the grandeur of Gringotts, Harry Potter stood before a full-length mirror, completely oblivious to the unfolding events at the heart of the wizarding world. His emerald-green eyes, hidden behind the untamed fringe of his hair, were fixed upon his reflection. And yet, they held no inkling of the profound significance etched upon his chest.
As his gaze travelled downward, his eyes locked onto the symbol, carefully etched into his skin. It was the emblem of the Deathly Hallows—a triangle encompassing a circle, with a sword in place of the vertical line. To the uninitiated, it might have seemed like an ordinary design, but Harry couldn't deny the deep and inexplicable connection he felt to it.
The Deathly Hallows symbol was known to him, deeply ingrained in the lore of the wizarding world, and yet, this was no mere representation of history. It was alive, a part of him, resonating with a latent magic that he could feel, but not yet understand. It felt like a puzzle piece that had found its place, even before he knew where it belonged.
Unbeknownst to Harry, this symbol carried a significance beyond the Deathly Hallows themselves. It bore a connection to the unfolding destiny of the wizarding world, a destiny that he had been chosen to play a crucial role in. Yet, the details of this destiny remained hidden from him, shrouded in mystery.
As he continued to observe the symbol, Harry's thoughts swirled with curiosity and wonder. It was as if the symbol held a secret, whispering promises of a future yet to be revealed. He couldn't help but wonder about the significance of the mark on his chest and what it meant for his journey.
With a furrowed brow, he contemplated the emblem as if willing it to reveal its secrets. It was a moment of self-discovery, a realization that the path he had chosen was intertwined with forces greater than himself. The symbol was a silent but potent reminder that his destiny was not a mere accident but a part of a grand design that was only beginning to unfurl.
In the quiet room, Harry pondered the symbol and the destiny it hinted at, a destiny that was intricately woven with the fate of the wizarding world. The mark on his chest was not just a piece of ink; it was a testament to the extraordinary role he was destined to play, a role that would shape the future in ways he couldn't yet fathom.
As Harry continued to ponder the enigmatic symbol etched on his chest, he found himself drawn to a dusty old tome resting on a nearby shelf. The book's spine was cracked, its pages yellowed with age, and it had sat untouched for years. Harry had discovered it in Grimmauld Place, the ancestral home of the Black family, and it was a repository of dark magic knowledge.
With a mixture of curiosity and caution, he opened the ancient tome. Its pages revealed dark incantations, forbidden spells, and intricate rituals. It was a trove of knowledge that had once been sought by Voldemort himself in his quest for power.
As he perused the pages, Harry's finger inadvertently brushed against the mark on his chest—the symbol of the Deathly Hallows. Unbeknownst to him, this mark held a power and connection that went far beyond his understanding.
Suddenly, the pages of the book began to flutter of their own accord. A magical force seemed to emanate from the symbol on Harry's chest, as if it recognized a long-forgotten incantation. The pages turned to a section that described a dark and powerful spell—an incantation capable of destroying a piece of a soul, a Horcrux.
As he read the incantation, Harry's mind raced with the implications. He knew that Voldemort had created Horcruxes to anchor his own immortality. Destroying them had been a daunting task, and yet, this spell seemed to hold the key.
Intrigued and determined, Harry decided to put the spell to the test. He focused on a small locket he had discovered in the ruins of Grimmauld Place, a locket that had once contained a fragment of Voldemort's shattered soul. With a mixture of resolve and uncertainty, he uttered the incantation.
A brilliant burst of light erupted from the locket, and a surge of magical energy surged through Harry. The Horcrux, once so resilient and malevolent, disintegrated before his eyes. It was as if the mark on his chest had recognized the dark magic and had harnessed its power for a greater purpose.
Harry stared in awe at the ashes of the destroyed Horcrux. He couldn't comprehend how it had happened, but he felt a deep sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. A piece of Voldemort's soul had been vanquished, thanks to the mysterious mark on his chest.
Unbeknownst to Harry, the symbol of the Deathly Hallows, had played a pivotal role in this unexpected triumph. It was a sign of the destiny that lay before him, a destiny intertwined with the fate of the wizarding world and the legacy of a legendary figure whose true identity remained hidden.
The aftermath of the magical surge left him both exhilarated and bewildered. He had successfully obliterated a piece of Voldemort's shattered soul, a feat that had previously seemed insurmountable. His heart raced as he realized the significance of this accomplishment.
Yet, there was another aspect to the triumph—one he had not foreseen. As the dust and ashes of the vanquished Horcrux settled, Harry felt a sudden, searing pain in his forehead. It was as if a burning fire had ignited there, radiating from the lightning bolt scar etched into his skin.
Clutching his forehead, Harry gasped in agony as he collapsed to his knees. The pain was excruciating, as if a powerful force was waging a fierce battle within him. He could feel the piece of Voldemort's soul that had once resided within him now writhing in agony, struggling for its survival.
Desperation and determination flared in Harry's eyes. He understood that the mark on his chest, the symbol of the Deathly Hallows with a sword, had not only destroyed the external Horcrux but was also working to eliminate the internal one. This was the final battle, the confrontation he had longed for—the chance to rid himself of the last remnant of Voldemort's influence.
With determination etched across his face, Harry focused on the symbol—the mark that had become an integral part of his destiny. As he willed the sword to strike down the invasive darkness within him, he sensed a shift in the symbol itself. The sword, once a mere etching on his skin, began to materialize and detach from the mark of the Deathly Hallows.
A ripple of silvery energy coursed through his chest as the sword separated, glowing with an ethereal light. It hovered in the air for a fleeting moment, a manifestation of the power within the symbol.
As he prepared to unleash it upon the invasive darkness, Harry could feel the anticipation and determination surging within him. With a focused mind and a heart full of resolve, he directed the liberated sword toward the scar on his forehead.
In a blinding flash of magic, the sword of the Deathly Hallows surged forward, piercing through the darkness of the scar. There was a deafening explosion of magic, and Harry felt a rush of both agony and liberation.
The pain was excruciating, but he knew that it marked the end of an era, the eradication of the darkness that had clung to him for so long. The sword had become a beacon of hope, severing the last ties to the past and illuminating a future unburdened by the shadows of Voldemort's influence.
The searing pain in his forehead was replaced by a profound sense of relief. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that the internal Horcrux had been utterly annihilated. The darkness that had haunted him for so long was gone, vanquished by the mysterious power of the mark on his chest.
As he sat on the floor, catching his breath, Harry realized that he had been released from the last vestiges of Voldemort's influence. The mark of the Deathly Hallows had not only destroyed external Horcruxes but had also cleansed the internal one, setting him free from the oppressive shadow that had lingered in his mind for years.
Harry was left both exhausted and elated. He knew that this unexpected turn of events marked a significant turning point in his life and his destiny. The symbol on his chest, with its hidden power, had proven to be a force of redemption and transformation, and it had just led him to a profound victory—one that would shape the future of the wizarding world in ways he could scarcely imagine.
In the heart of the Ministry of Magic, within the mysterious Hall of Prophecy, a profound and otherworldly event was unfolding. The hall was lined with countless dusty, glass orbs, each containing a prophecy, a foretelling of events that had shaped the wizarding world. Among these orbs was the prophecy that had long cast a shadow over Harry Potter's life.
The prophecy, which had once been carefully stored and hidden, was now bathed in an eerie, silver light. The room itself seemed to hum with a powerful and ancient magic, as if it sensed the significance of what was about to transpire.
The words of the prophecy, recorded in ethereal script, hung in the air, almost as if they were alive. They spoke of a child born at the end of July, a child destined to vanquish the Dark Lord. It was a prophecy that had haunted Harry throughout his life, shaping his destiny and the events that had led him to this moment.
But now, the time had come for the prophecy to be fulfilled. As Harry had unknowingly destroyed the last remnant of Voldemort's soul within him, the magic of the symbol on his chest had resonated with the prophecy itself.
In a crescendo of magical energy, the glass orb containing the prophecy began to tremble. The silvery light intensified until it was blinding, and then, with a shattering explosion, the orb fractured into countless shards. The words of the prophecy, once etched into the glass, disintegrated into sparks of silver light that danced in the air.
It was a moment of profound significance, a declaration that the prophecy had been fulfilled. The room itself seemed to acknowledge the moment, as if it had been waiting for this day for centuries.
Harry, who had been unaware of this momentous event, felt a strange connection to the Hall of Prophecy, as if the weight of destiny had finally been lifted from his shoulders. The words of the prophecy no longer held power over him, for he had transcended their limitations.
The shattered glass orb, the remnants of the prophecy, now lay in ruins on the floor. The Hall of Prophecy, once a place of foretelling, had become a testament to the unpredictability of fate and the indomitable spirit of one young wizard.
As the echoes of destiny reverberated within the Hall of Prophecy, the shattered remnants of the once-binding prophecy lay scattered on the floor, a testament to the liberation from its foretelling grip. The room, bathed in an eerie, silver light, had witnessed the shattering of a prophecy's hold on fate, releasing it from the confines of predetermined paths.
In the vacant space where the shattered prophecy had once resided, a new glass orb emerged, untouched and gleaming with untold possibilities. This orb bore a distinct emblem, reminiscent of the legendary tales of King Arthur—the image of a sword, Excalibur, embedded in a stone. It hovered in the air, a silent declaration that destiny was ever-evolving, never etched in stone but shaped by the choices of the present.
The silvery light within the new orb began to coalesce, forming words that danced in the air, revealing a prophecy yet unheard, a narrative of the future waiting to be unfolded. This prophecy, intertwined with the echoes of Arthurian legends, held its own mysteries, challenges, and adventures, free from the constraints of the past.
This transition from the old to the new, from the shattered to the unblemished, represented the boundless potential of the future, where echoes of ancient legends merged with the uncharted paths of tomorrow. The Hall of Prophecy remained a silent witness to the ever-changing tapestry of destiny, a reminder that the choices of the present were the threads that wove the future, with a touch of the timeless magic of Arthurian lore.
Returning to Merlin's encounter with Salazar, the goblin, who had been observing the ritual, spoke with a reverence that echoed throughout the chamber. "The Heir of Gryffindor bears a unique mark. A sword etched on his chest. This is a mark of destiny, Merlin."
Merlin absorbed this revelation with a sense of profound significance. The mark of a sword, etched on the chest of the Heir of Gryffindor, was a powerful symbol. It hinted at the connection between the heirs of the four Hogwarts founders and the roles they would play in the unfolding events.
The revelation left Merlin with a deep sense of responsibility. He was now not only Lord Slytherin but a key figure in a larger tapestry of destiny. His connection to the other heirs and the legacy of Hogwarts would shape the future of the wizarding world.
As Bellatrix left the muggle village at the end of her first day of freedom, a newfound sense of determination began to rise within her. The simplicity and warmth of the muggle world had ignited a spark of curiosity and introspection that she had never felt before.
Walking away from the village, her thoughts swirled with questions about her past actions and the life she had left behind. She couldn't help but wonder if there was a path to redemption, a way to atone for the dark deeds she had committed in the service of the Dark Lord.
With every step she took, Bellatrix couldn't shake the thought of the enigmatic figure she had witnessed at Azkaban—the emaciated, silver-haired wizard who had displayed unimaginable power. His presence had left an indelible mark on her, and she couldn't help but feel that he held the key to her transformation.
She was determined to find him. The encounter with the mysterious figure had ignited a yearning for something different, something better. Bellatrix felt as though her very soul was in turmoil, torn between the darkness of her past and the glimmer of hope for a different future.
The thought of finding the silver-haired wizard, of seeking guidance from someone who had transcended the darkness, became a beacon of purpose in her life. She knew that her journey would be fraught with challenges, and she might encounter resistance from her former allies, but the desire for redemption burned fiercely within her.
As Bellatrix continued to walk, her heart and mind were set on a new course. She was determined to find the enigmatic figure from Azkaban, the one who had displayed a power that had shaken her convictions. It was a journey toward self-discovery, transformation, and the possibility of redemption that would define the next chapter of her life.
As Bellatrix's determination to find the enigmatic figure grew, her mind wandered to thoughts of her own family. Her family had been firmly aligned with the Dark Lord's cause, and her loyalty to him had been absolute. But now, as she questioned her allegiance, she couldn't help but consider the paths taken by her relatives.
Sirius Black, her cousin, had been a prominent member of the Black family before his disownment. He had defied the family's dark traditions and had been imprisoned in Azkaban for a crime he didn't commit. Bellatrix remembered his disdain for the Dark Lord and the way he had been vilified by her family for his actions.
Andromeda, her sister, had also chosen a path of defiance. She had married a Muggle-born and had been disowned by the family, leaving Bellatrix and her younger sister Narcissa behind. Andromeda had been ostracized, but she had found love and acceptance beyond the confines of the Black family's beliefs.
As Bellatrix pondered her family's divergent paths, she couldn't help but wonder if there was a middle ground between the fanatic loyalty she had displayed and the rebellion of her cousin and sister. Her thoughts were tinged with uncertainty and a desire for connection.
She considered the possibility of reaching out to Sirius, the cousin who had been imprisoned in Azkaban. He had suffered unjustly, and if there was a path to redemption, he might have insights to offer. But she knew that her connection to him was tenuous at best, considering their family's history.
Andromeda, her estranged sister, was another option. While Bellatrix had been deeply loyal to the Dark Lord, Andromeda's path of love and acceptance had always intrigued her. She wondered if there was a way to bridge the gap between her family's dark legacy and the light Andromeda had found.
The thought of reaching out to her cousin or sister was a flicker of hope amid her inner turmoil. She knew that her past actions had created chasms between them, but the desire for connection, understanding, and a possible way to redemption was a powerful motivator.
Bellatrix's journey was becoming more complex and uncertain with each passing day. Her family's divergent paths and her own inner struggles were at the forefront of her thoughts. As she continued her quest to find the enigmatic figure from Azkaban, she couldn't help but wonder if her cousin or sister held the keys to a different path—one that might lead to redemption and self-discovery.
Walking away she stared sombrely at the mark on her arm.
Within the enigmatic and whimsical home of the Lovegood family, Luna stood before a gathering of destiny, cradling a glass orb that held within it the words of a prophecy. Her father, Xenophilius, watched with a mixture of fascination and reverence, for Luna had always been the conduit to the mystical and otherworldly, and this prophecy would unveil the intertwined destinies of those in attendance.
As Luna's voice filled the room with its haunting and lyrical quality, she began to recite the prophecy, the words resonating with the weight of ages:
As the night's shroud meets the endless dark,
A prophecy unfolds, in shadows it will embark.
Whispers in secret, destinies interlace,
Entwined souls, in a complex cosmic space.
Four hidden beings, through time's vast span,
Bound by enigmas, a cosmic master plan.
Reborn in mystic grace, destiny's call,
Together they'll stand or together they'll fall.
Merlin, keeper of wisdom and strength's might,
Reborn to guide from the depths of night.
Bellatrix, marked by redemption's decree,
Morgana's heir, a future none can foresee.
Harry, the Chosen One, Deathly Hallows' grace,
Arthur's legacy within him we trace.
The Seer, with eyes of mystical sight,
A prophecy's vessel, in the veil of night.
Threads of fate weave a grand design,
Echoes of legends through all of time.
Past and present's enigmatic bond,
Their intertwined destinies, a world beyond.
Through trials and triumphs, their story unfolds,
A prophecy unveiled, its future untold.
In time's echoing corridors, their paths converge,
In a world of magic, where ancient legends and destinies surge
The words reverberated through the Lovegood home, echoing like a spell that transcended the boundaries of time. The prophecy spoke of the connections between Merlin, the fabled sage of wisdom and strength, and Arthur, the once and future king. These legends were reborn within the world of magic, with their legacy now carried by Harry, the Chosen One, who bore the symbol of the Deathly Hallows.
Bellatrix, once a devoted servant of the dark, had been touched by the power of redemption.
The prophecy had unveiled a new chapter in the tapestry of destiny, where the ancient legends of Arthurian lore were intrinsically connected to the world of magic. Those gathered in the Lovegood home were now forever bound by the threads of fate, and the echoes of the past had found resonance in the present, ushering in a future filled with untold challenges and the promise of a unique, intertwined destiny.