Working Title: Merlin
Category: Alterate Universe
Summary: Idea
#74
What if Harry was actually, the Merlin of Avalon and King Arthur's
Court?
Some story points:
[Harry and Volemort dueling.
Duel ends with Harry trying to appariation and Voldemort
banishing Harry.]
[Harry being found by Ancestor, with no memory of his past,
Harry is renamed Myrddin]
[Myrddin/Harry begin trained as a Knight of Avalon.
Physical and mental conditioning for download of Knowledge of
Avalon. (Thus no need for magic-schooling)
Knights of Avalon protect the Magical-Britian from Roman Invasion and
Dark Wizards/Witches.
Knights are betrayed by a witch.]
[Myddrin travelling over the world for the next several centuries, learning all types of magic and creating his own magic-system]
[Myrddin returns to Britian, and gives advise to Sorcerer-King Urthur
Pendragon.
Sorcerers can natural do "wand-less" magic.
Myrddin creates Excalibur, magical sword, for Urthur.]
[Arthur Pendragon is born a wizard, requires magic foci.
Myrddin friends young Arthur, training him in his magic-system.]
[Myrddin, now Merlin, helps Arthur restore the Knights of
Avalon as Knights of the Round Table.
Age of Camelot.
Camelot is destroyed by Dark King Mordred.
Merlin morns the lose of Camelot.]
[Adventurers Godric the Gryffindor, Helga the Hufflepuff, Rowena the
Ravenclaw, and Salazar the Slytherin seek out Merlin for training.
Merlin assists his four students in creating Hogwarts.
Merlin is the first Headmaster of Hogwarts, and his fame brings in
students.]
[Merlin places himself in a suspended-animation. Astral projects his mind to watch certain families and world events.]
[Merlin notes that the Potter Family are those he's blood-related to]
[Merlin watches James Potter.
Feels a strong connection with Harry Potter.
Merlin realizes he is Harry Potter.]
[After the event that set him back into the Past, Merlin
awakens.
Merlin/Harry takes stock of what he has and what can be done.]
[Voldemort knows of the Prophecy of Heir of Merlin, and
believes Harry is that Heir.
Prophecy is mistranslated/misinterpreted, it is not "Heir of Merlin",
but "Offspring of Power", where "Heir" is actually "Offspring" and
"Merlin/Myddrin" means "Power".]
[Merlin/Harry plays the part of Harry.
Who does he tell?
]
[Voldemort and his forces are camped outside of Hogwarts]
Voldemort took out a knife, slit his palm, and as the blood dripped to the ground, proclaimed in a loud voice that carried over the battlefield, "I, born Tom Marvolo Riddle, called Lord Voldemort, to hereby challenge he, born Harry James Potter, called Merlin the Enchanter, to trial by Magic! Winner take all!"
Upon being named Merlin a gasp could be heard on both sides as the Ancient Magic that Voldemort had invoked over-flowed the battlefield.
All save one were motionless, held my awe and a feeling they could not understand.
All looked towards the forementioned teenager. There was a smile upon his face, and as he walked towards his destiny, he seemed to age before the eyes of those watching him.
Most noticable change was his unruly black hair, lengthen and turned snow-white, as if the black had been bleached out. Not the dull grey-white of old age, but the bright snow-white of power. Next noticable change was that his scrawny body, that caused many to assume he was much younger then he was, filled out. Now, he looked ever bit the Warrior, that some knew he was.
After stepping in front of the Forces of the Light, Harry conjured a silver, ritual knife, slit his palm as well, and answer, "I, born Harry James Potter, called Myddrin and Merlin, Knight of Avalon, do hereby accept the challenge of he, born Tom Marvolo Riddle, Knight of the Blood, self-proclaimed Lord Voldemort, to trial by Magic!"
As he finished, golden light encompassed him and Voldemort, forming a dome made from threads of golden light woven like a spider's web.
Standing before what many consider the greatest, darkest wizard in the memory, Harry stood defiantly and calmly asked, "Staff or sword?"
Voldemort, to the shock of many, looked confused for a moment, and then smirked, and replied, "Staffs."
Harry smiled and said, "Staffs, it shall be."
Voldemort grinned, took his wand out, and held it in his palm. He muttered something that was too low for anyone to hear, and the wand was transfigured into an opposing looking staff, with a serpent's head on top. Within the serpent's mouth, which was open, rested a ruby.
Harry just shook his head, sadly what Voldemort had done. Shrugging his shoulders, his face took on a serene expression.
Everyone, including Voldemort, just looked puzzled at Harry, wondering what the Great Merlin was up to. He had yet to take his wand out. As everyone thought, a staff was mere a very long wand.
A few moments passed, and Voldemort readied to attack Harry, when they all felt it.
Power.
Power the likes of which none had ever felt.
Power that commanded respect, and yet, was not overwhelming.
Before Harry, a rod of pure power formed, floating in the air. The rod was made from a white light so brighten none could look upon it without seeing spots, as if looking into the mid-day sun. A miniature tornado formed around the rod. Seemingly countering the tornado, a burst of fire came. A miniature thunder storm formed over the rod. A bolt of lightening struck the rod. The clap of thunder, that followed, could be heard for miles.
There was a flash of blinding light.
Where the Rod of Power was stood, now, within Harry's outstretched hand was a mere walking stick. No gems, runes, or other indications of anything but a mere stick of wood could be seen or felt.
The audience on both sides where stupified. Doubts of the greatness of Merlin flashed through many minds. All, save Voldemort's. His was panicking.
Even in a flight or fight state of mind, Voldemort barely dodged the beam of pure white light that came forth from the tip of the staff that Harry pointed at him.
The beam was the width of a Bludger, and a white so pure, it glowed is a light of its own.
The beam continued several yards behind Voldemort and abruptly stopped against a golden wall of pure magic.
Not to be out done, Voldemort shot out a beam of pure darkness, and of lesser width then Harry's. The beam's darkness seemed to absorb all the surrounding light.
When the beam of darkness was just a yard away from Harry, a disk of pure light, like his beam, appears and easily absorbed the beam of Darkness.
For the next thirty minutes, a magical battle the likes of which had not been seen in over a millennia was waged. There was no spell, no incantations, no runes, nothing that would marked modern magic was used. It was pure Light pitted against pure Darkness. Be it, beam, disk, or combination there of. Both combatants shot at, dodged, blocked, deflected, and danced around each other.
It was obvious to both sides, that Harry/Merlin, had the advantage in power and skill, yet, Voldermort had the determination and stubborn to keep up.
Voldemort switched his staff to his left hand, and with his right, he reached behind his back and pulled something out.
There was a flash of silver and the sound of metal striking wood.
The audience gasped in surprise and awe.
Within Voldemort's right hand was a sword. And it was blocked by Harry's staff. There appeared to be neither stratch nor any marking of the sharp metal biting into the wood as everyone would have expected.
Harry's eyes narrowed in annoyance, and he remarked, "Really, Tommy, my boy, cheating already?"
Voldemort answered, "History is written by the victor. And with this, victory is mine."
The two began to exchange blows with the other. Voldemort with his sword, and Harry with his staff that he used as a bo-staff, blocking each of Voldemort's thrusts and strikes.
"You can not win, Potter!" Voldemort stated in his superior-tone.
Harry just smirked and inquired in a calm voice, "And why is that, Tommy boy?"
With a grin in his voice, he asked in turn, "I'm surprised that you don't recognize this very sword?"
Harry jumped back to avoid a swipe of the sword and he whispered, "Excalibur."
"You're correct, young Potter," Voldemort stated truimphly. "With the very sword you made for Arthur, I, like him, will conquer all of England."
Panic rupted among the Order of the Phoenix members and dispare could be clearly seen the eyes of many on the Side of the LIght, upon hearing that announcement of their doom.
Harry merely laughed as if what Voldemort had just said was some great joke. Barely able to control himself, Harry managed to get out, "You think it was Excalibur that allowed Arthur to win all his battles?"
Everyone in the audience unknowingly nodded their hears with agreement with Voldemort's statement.
Shaking his head, Harry replied sadly, "Tommy... Tommy... Tommy... You have so much to learn."
The battle of sword and bo-staff went on for another half an hour, with Voldemort growing tired and frustated with each minute that passed.
Unable to get passed Harry's defenses, Voldemort took a few steps back, signalled his forces to withdrawal and snarled, "This isn't over yet, Potter!" And with that, he appariates away.
"But it is," Harry whispered.