The battle was in full swing, spelling firing over people as they ducked, rolling to avoid dark magic. Voldemort was in the heat of it all, when the strangest set of events occurred. It was around a minute after Harry Potters godfather was lost to the veil when a huge white dragon literally flew through the solid ceiling without breaking a stone.
If this wasn’t strange enough, sat astride the dragon was a lanky, black haired teenager, who looked about 17, wearing a murderous expression. He hopped off the dragon, and seemed to nod at it. The great white beast roared up at the ceiling, and whatever fighting that was still happening: halted.
The boy narrowed his eyes, staring around the room at all the witches and wizards staring at him like he was from the moon. Then he sighed.
‘Alright’ he said, voice firm. ‘Who did it then?’
Clueless faces stared back at him, and he simply rolled his eyes.
‘Who messed with my veil? I’ve got to appear here, in person whenever it happens which, quite frankly, is extremely damaging when you’re trying to stay under the radar. Either way, I’ve got to sort this out.’
No one moved.
‘Come on’ the teenager coaxed, ‘Sooner we get this done, sooner you can go back to whatever you guys were doing before. So out with it! Who did it? Was it the people pretending to be lampposts?’
He pointed an accusatory finger to the death eaters,
‘Or was it the sooty teenagers?’
The figure moved menacingly,
‘Or maybe the noseless idiot over here?’
There were gasps of rage mixed in with shocked exclamations from all the Hogwarts students.
You dare insult the dark lord!’ Bellatrix hissed in anger. The boy just raised an eyebrow at her.
‘Brush your hair honey’ he said sarcastically, ‘I’m serious, you could have a family of squirrels up there and no one would know’
Her face contorted with rage, but before she could raise her wand, Voldemort raised a hand.
‘Wait’ he said, voice strained and calculated, ‘I wish to be the one to finish him off’
The strange boy simply checked his watch and tutted.
You’d better hurry up then,’ he told the Dark Lord matter of factly, ‘I’d really like to be home for tea’
Voldemort raised his wand and brought it down, yelling
‘AVADRA KADABRA’
The strange man just watched the spell approach him with a bored expression. It hit him, and he watched everyone’s expressions change from anger to downright confusion as nothing happened.
‘Ok first of all, the Dark Lord? Tacky, really. You’re clearly no bloody lord if you spend your free time trying to kill students and shooting death spells whenever someone gives you constructive criticism. Secondly, you stink. I’m serious, your whole aura is just making me sick’
Everyone stared at him, completely shellshocked, so he decided to ignore them.
’Aithusa?’
The dragon bowed her head as if to nod.
‘Go grab noseless’s horcruxes if you wouldn’t mind?’
The dragon bowed her head yet again, and with a swish of her wings, she was gone.
‘Now’ Merlin said, voice still full of anger. ‘ALBUS DUMBLEDORE!’ He roared, and said man appeared in front of him. With a quick glance around, Albus turned a bright shade of red, and began looking flustered.
‘Ah,’ the headmaster spluttered, ‘Emrys, I-‘
‘Look Albus,’ The boy, Emrys said with a sigh. ‘I told you to call me, if you had an emergency. This-‘
He gestured wildly around him
‘-Is an emergency. I mean seriously, you’re getting kids to fight your battles for you! I arrive to sort out my stupid veil and this is what I find? Just call me! Its been in the Hogwarts emergency protocol forever, and my numbers not exactly hard to remember’
‘Sorry,’ Albus replied miserably, ‘I thought I had it under control’
Emrys just sighed, shoving his hand up and freezing everyone where they were, making them unable to move or speak.
‘Ok, here’s how this is going to go. I’m more powerful that all of you, and had I actually know about this,’ he glared pointedly at Albus Dumbledore, ‘I would’ve stepped in sooner. First, Aithusa, she’s the dragon, is going to come back with noseless’s horcruxes and I’ll destroy them. Then, I’ll get the horcrux out of that one,’ He pointed at Harry, who was just staring at Dumbledore, question after question in his eyes.
‘And kill that one’ he pointed at the dark lord, who was practically seething with rage by this point.
‘Then I’ll grab whatever poor sod got trapped on the other side of my veil, take the veil away with me, because clearly none of you are going to keep in hidden or safe from people deciding to jump inside.’
He looked around, as if trying to figure out if there was anything he had forgotten.
‘Oh!’ he yelled suddenly. ‘And the evil lampposts, I’ll take them with me’
He glared around him, trying to look everyone in the eye.
‘Are we clear? Good.’
He unfroze the room with a wave of his hand.
‘Who are you?’ Voldemort hissed, voice full of anger. Emrys glanced at him, and suddenly his eyes seemed much older, full of burden and a loss no one else had ever know.
‘I think you know,’ He said, voice dropping quieter than before, ‘I think all of you know who I am, you’re just too afraid to say it.’
Hogwarts students exchanged bewildered stares, and death eaters were looking around, no one wanting to be the first to say it.
‘Who are you’ Voldemort hissed again.
‘I’m the greatest sorcerer ever to walk the earth. I’m the last creature of the old religion. The human embodiment of magic. I’ve loved and lost more times than there are stars and lived longer than all of you combined. Anyone guessed it yet?’
The room shook with fear, anyone not yet scared of Emrys now had to be.
He just sighed, almost disappointed by the lack of speaking up by his audience.
‘Merlin, alright, I’m Merlin. Christ, I did that whole dramatic monologue and no one even guessed it. Humans are only getting worse, it’s not fair.’
‘Treason!’ Death Eaters hissed. Merlin rolled his eyes at them.
‘Seriously? You watched me ride in on a talking dragon, get hit by a killing curse and freeze a room full of highly trained wizards and witches and you’re calling me treasonous for telling you my name?’
The death eaters stood, stumped by his words, unsure how to respond.
‘Never had a beard though,’ Merlin mused, almost mournful, ‘Dragoon did, but no one ever linked him to Merlin. So, you know, that phrase, the one you’re always using, maybe stop using it?’
‘Merlin’s beard!’ someone murmured
‘There you go’ Merlin said with a sigh.
When no one responded, he looked down sadly ‘You’re never going to stop using it are you…’