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That day was 5 years ago now, in that time the 4 founders came to realize just how powerful little Hariwalt was.
They began teaching him Occlumency at age 2, to reign in his magic, and he mastered it at age 4.
At age 3 they began teaching him magical theory, history of magic and some maths, cause apparently, Harry had all-speak and they didn’t have to teach him how to write, read or talk.
In his 4th year of life, the founders decided they would begin teaching him passive magic: Runes, Potions, Herbology, Arithmancy and Astronomy. Because of his all-speak, Hariwalt just ‘understood’ Runes and was way beyond master level in just a year. Potions and Arithmancy where more difficult, as in, he was great at them, but it was going to take a few years to get really good. Sadly, the same couldn’t be said about Herbology or Astronomy, he had no interests in the stars, and whilst he gladly used plants for potions, it was as if any plant he touched just died. He was quickly banned from his mother’s greenhouses.
Now he was 6 years old and, for the first time since his arrival, there was a flash of blue light outside. Merlin had arrived.
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Lord Emrys took a deep breath, he was in one of his younger forms now, so he looked about 20 years old. It seemed that young Harry, or Hariwalt now, had been training really hard in the 5 years he was away.
With another deep breath, he walked the last steps towards the castle and greeted the company that had gathered there. “Greetings, my dear friends,” he spoke grandly and proceeded to offer a handshake to everyone, all 5 of them, “How are you on this fine day?”
“Very well!” Godric proclaimed in equal measures of drama, maybe even a bit extra.
Now Merlin had reached our young Hariwalt. “Ah, Mr. Potter-Black-Slytherin how much you have grown,” he pondered, “Perhaps it is time I remove that block I have placed upon you.”
In reaction to this, Salazar growled. “you placed a block upon my son? How dare yo-”
“It was for his own safety and that of others,” Merlin chided, “May I suggest we move inside so I can explain my actions?”
“Very well,” Salazar grudgingly accepted, “And explain you will...”
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Harry looked uncertainly to the young stranger his parents had said was The Merlin Emrys, Epitome of good. Whom had, apparently, decided to place a block upon his person. He didn’t yet specify what kind of block, but still, a block.
As they walked, his dad and godfather tried to make some kind conversation to release the pressure, but failed miserably. When the group finally did reach the great hall they were walking in an awkward silence.
“So,” Merlin said when they had all found a place to sit, “I will explain, but I expect no interruptions, is that understood?”
When he gained an affirmative answer from all 5, although grudgingly from both Helga and Salazar, he began to explain.
He explained about how all 4 deities had pulled him there, something that had never happened before. He explained about how he saw a young baby, a boy, lying in the moon light on a doorstep, on a cold November night. He explained his awe at the sheer magical power said boy possessed, his anger as he read the letter with stated that this boy’s parents were murdered and that the family that lived there had to ‘take care’ of him, making sure that while he survived, it was an abused and malleable boy that would return to the wizarding world a decade later.
He explained about the golem he left there, about how it was biologically the same boy. About the memories he had blocked in the real Harry, about the memories golem-Harry would sent over if that block was removed. He explained about the idea he had to bring him to this time, about how the 4 approved. About the last blockage on the child’s magic, for the sake of him not having explosive accidental outbursts. And lastly, he explained about that, when the time came, harry would fade, that he would take over the body of the golem when it was needed. And that he had no idea when that would happen.