Merlin At Hogwarts

This is a crossover fanfiction of BBC's Merlin and J. K. Rowling's Harry Potter series. This has nothing to do with my other fanfiction that I am rewriting. It is just something that I've decided to do upon request of my sister and myself.

The author doesn't own any characters owned by the distinguished franchises that do own characters. However, the original characters and story line do belong to the author. No money or profit will or is intended to be made on this story. Thank you.**


1. The Golden-Eyed Boy

It was the start of fifth year for the Potter Gang. Harry was being (once again) alienated by his peers. Even those in Gryffindor. And he was obsessing over Draco Malfoy's actions. After all, Lucius WAS in that graveyard when Voldemort came back.

Ron was dating Lavender Brown for the first time. And he was enjoying the extreme amount of snogging that was going on between the two of them.

And Hermione...Hermione was being her usual studious and observant self. Which is why on one night at the Feast when a new student was brought before them, she couldn't help but notice that this boy was really a wise, old man. She could see it. His eyes. The Gate Way to the Soul. They spoke of terrible, bone shaking experiences as well as all of the wonders of the universe.

I know you. She thought, trying to remember how she knew him. She came up blank. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Only the feeling of déjà vu.

He looked directly at her. His eyes shined golden. Then, the Slytherin table went up in a roar.

For no reason at all, Draconis Lucius Malfoy was being suspended in mid-air with his pants off and his silk snitch boxers showing. With the embroidered with the phrase; "DrakeyPoo! I love you! Love, Mummy." across his buttox.

Hermione felt bad for him, and decided that as the girl Head Prefect, that it was her jurisdiction to help the poor soul.

So, magnifying her voice tenfold, she said, "Fifty points from Gryffindor!," there was a huge groan from her House Mates. "Do you want MORE gone?! No? Then SIT DOWN!! Thirty points from Ravenclaw! Thirty more from Hufflepuff! Get back to your seats! Oi! Generva Wealsey! If you don't stop putting Puking Pastils in their drinks, I'll take one hundred more points from Gryffindor!!"

Finally, the Great Hall had quieted down. But, unfortunately--for him--Draco was still suspended in the air.

Bloody brilliant. Hermione thought. Lifting her wand, so everyone could see, she non-verbally ended the spell an lowered him down to the ground gently directly in front of her.

He scrambled to pull his pants back up and button them. When his predicament was fixed, he immediately when on the offensive against her. "I didn't need any help! Especially not from a filthy, scummy, mudblood such as yourself, Granger!"

"You're welcome, you prat. If it were up to me, I'd've left you up there. You're lucky I can't hex your face into the next century!" Harry growled, getting up to defend his sister.

"Harry, enough." Hermione said exasperatedly. "I can take care of myself, you know. There was third year. Do you remember, Malfoy? How I broke that pwetty little nose of yours? Or do you block it out? Because obviously, a mudblood would never be able to do that to you now would they?!" She snapped, tears slowly streaming down her face as she spat her venom filled words at him in disgust.

Draco paled as he watched on. He hadn't meant to make her cry, for Merlin's sake! Then Potty and Weaslbee and Weaslette were standing there, all wands pulled out and at the ready.

"Shall I?" Ginny growled in anger.

"Go right ahead." Ron said, too angry for words to explain.

Ginny used the Bat Bogey hex on Malfoy. Her specialty. As all her brothers know. "If you ever make Hermione cry again, you slug, I'll do worse to that pretty face of yours, Malfoy!" Ginny said calmly, but scarily.

Malfoy paled more than usual.

"That's what I thought." Ginny growled.

Hermione pushed her way through the crowd of her friends. She didn't want this to escalate any more than it already had.

But just then, Malfoy screeched out, "IMPEDIMENTA!"

"Protego! Malfoy, really? You're being a child." Hermione said, taunting him.

"Rectumsempra!" He spat angrily at her.

Again, she blocked it. He finally gave up and sat down. The Head Table was full of laughing staff and the Great Hall was soon filled with the infectious laughter.

"Now, now. Students, may I please have your attention?" Dumbledore asked, standing up, thus quieting the Hall almost instantly.

Hermione say down quickly and started paying attention to what it was he had to say.

"Thank you. As I was saying, it is incredibly odd to have a new student transfer this late--two days before our big Halloween Feast--into the school year. But here he is. He shall be sorted into a house. Now, if you will, Mr. Pendragon, please come sit on this stool and Minerva, will you please?"

The Sorting Hat was placed on this new boy's dark hair. His eyes were no longer glowing with a golden hue.

"Ahh, such an old mind. Strong willed, I see. Stubborn. Brave enough to give your life for your best friend and king. Stupid all though you're wise. Loyal to the end if you deem them worthy enough. But where to put you? Certainly not Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. That leaves Gryffindor or Slytherin. Interesting. The last student I had this happen with was...Mr. Potter! Come here, if you would." The Hat called out.

The Hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"As well as you, Mr. Malfoy."

The entirety of the Hall gasped even the Head Table did. Never in the History of Hogwarts had the Sorting Hahahaha called up anyone he'd already sorted.

Harry got up, feeling quite the same as he had when his name was pulled from the Goblet of Fire last year.

Draco stood up with his face at a loss for any pigment at all. But, he was still able to produce that stagnant smirk of his.

The two of them reached the Hat at the same moment.

"Now which one are you most like, Merlin Pendragon?"

Draco started at his first name, Merlin. He knew that name, and not just because of the Great Wizard. A memory flashed in hi mind. The same bit dying in his arms, and his pitiful self wailing out for him to stay with him and for help. Then, him being alive again after an old man healed him.

"Merlin?" He breathed, shocked but not understanding or knowing why.

Merlin's eyes glinted with mischief.

Arthur. The boy in the stool thought. I'm not like the blonde. He's pompous and arrogant.

"GRRRRYYYYFFFFIIIINNNNNDDOOOOORRRRR!!!" Came the loud shout from the Sorting Hat.

Harry smiled and held his hand out to his new fellow House Mate.

"I'm Harry."

"'Ello, I'm Merlin."

Harry laughed whole-heartedly. Merlin glared at him skeptically.

"So, you think my name is funny, do you?" Merlin asked haughtily.

"No, I just think that your parents must've really liked the old coot." Harry said, sobering up.

"I don't have any parents. I lost them long ago." Merlin snapped.

"Oh, oh my gosh! I'm so sorry for Harry's rudeness, Merlin!" Hermione gasped, showing up out of no where. "Truth is, he's about as smart as a Flobberworm these days." She said with a growl to Harry.

"What?" Harry whined.

"Shut up, little brother." She snapped.

"You're his sister?" Merlin asked, bewildered.

"Unfortunately, I seem to be the one with brains." Hermione said, agitatedly.

Merlin laughed at that. Draco did too.

"How is it you always end up making a complete arse of yourself, Harry James Potter?!"

"How do you always make an insufferable know-it-all of yourself, Miss Granger?" A voice drawled behind her. Snape.

"Maybe it's because I'm smarter than these complete idiots." Hermione muttered under her breath.

Merlin heard her and laughed. Guinevere and Ellian.

"Back to your seats before I give you all detentions!" Snape snapped.

They all scurried back to their seats. All if them, except for Merlin.

Gaius. His father figure. His uncle. His mentor. His friend. In the form of a cranky Potions Master. Odd. Extremely odd.

"Mr. Pendragon. I suggest you join at their table."

"Of course, Gaius." Merlin whispered under his breath as he left to go sit down.

"Detention! For back talking to a professor!" Snape griped.

Merlin smirked sand said, "But of course, sir."

Snape glared at him. But his stare was lacking in anger and instead had a look of joy and mirth there. He smiled at Merlin as he left.

"You've already got detention with Snape?! That's even as early as Harry!" Ron said through a mouthful of food.

Lance. He always was drinking and eating. I guess some things don't change. Like Arthur being a right prat.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley! You swallow that food this instant!" Hermione snapped.

Harry and Ron stopped. That was the first time in two an a half months that Hermione had voluntarily spoken to Ron.

She seemed to realize this as well, because she suddenly dropped her forkful of food. She mutely stood up and left the table, waving her hand non-verbally and without her wand to summon her things to her, and with that, she was gone.

"Ron, you really ought t--" Harry began, but was cut off by the pathetic cry of "Won-Won!" that came out of Lavender Brown's mouth.

Then, a rush if blonde hair was suffocating Ron. Harry sighed, he knew there was no getting to his best mate now.

"What was that all about?" Merlin asked, curious.

Harry sighed, "Well, 'Mione hasn't been speaking voluntarily with Ron for over two months now. And the issue is currently swallowing his face."

Merlin smirked. How adorable they were! They had absolutely no clue what was about to happen to their world.

Merlin did, though. And Albus Dumbledore with those ever twinkling eyes had his suspicions.

But nobody could have prepared them for something like that. And Defense Against the Dark Arts was down right unuseful for it all.

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