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"So how's it going, Master Emrys?" Albus said with a smile as Merlin entered the Headmaster's Office. "I assume Harry enjoyed a good holiday under you? How was it, traveling the world with him? Someone of your age must have experienced all that the world had to offer, so I think you would have given Harry quite the unique perspectives."

Merlin merely smiled as he sat facing Albus. "Yes. Harry is an eager student. We visited quite a few while also training. He's been getting stronger, but there are certain skills he struggles to learn. It doesn't matter, though. In the end, we all must be ready for what comes next." Merlin clenched his fists, still feeling the sour taste of not just killing Mordred and Voldemort when he could have done it.

"Well, if it isn't the same boy who threatened me back when I was still Headmaster. Still alive and young!" Merlin narrowed his eyes at Phineas Nigellus's comment, looking at him with a small spiteful smile. "Back at Hogwarts as a teacher? Been sleeping and preferring to stay on my family home. You might have been able to threaten me when I was alive, but now that I'm dead, what can you do?"

"And your attitude hasn't changed over the years, Phineas. I had to send quite the few messages to force you to know your place and boundaries, which is, practically, nothing. You're the worst Headmaster in all of Hogwarts, no one loves you, and you could have had that chance, you see? You could have changed, learned to be better, but you didn't. What has become of you over the years, including the losses of a couple of your "partners" caused by me, all your fault." Merlin said coldly as Phineas scowled.

"I see you have quite the history, eh? I never have seen Phineas look like that... Lord Merlin." Merlin narrowed his eyes at Albus's subtle teasing. They had agreed the Portraits could know, but only Phineas hadn't. Phineas's portrait choked before his eyes widened.

"Merlin!? You're the Merlin!?"

"Yes. I am Merlin the Immortal, Merlin the Great, Merlin the Professor, Merlin the Student, and so many more. You, Phineas Nigellus Black, are just another tyrant I defeated. Neither special, nor important. I have lived for centuries, for more than a millennia. I founded Hogwarts, I was it's first Headmaster, and I had swore I would protect and help the flourishment of this school for all of my immortal days. I thwarted a couple of evil professors and headmasters, until it got to the point where I would have lost count if it hadn't been for my everlasting memory, so really, you are nothing. Now, you will be cursed to never be able to speak this to anyone..."

A snap of Merlin's fingers and Phineas's Portrait now carried the same mark of the Vow of Silence as was branded on every other Headmaster. "If you try and speak a word about my identity, you'll cease to exist and be gone, unless when you're facing those who know my secret." With that, Merlin turned back calmly towards Albus, who looked at him with a small, naughty smirk, as Phineas cursed.

"Now, has there been anything big from Voldemort or Mordred?" Merlin shook his head as he frowned. 

"They have went into exile, effectively, knowing they cannot stand a chance at defeating me without Morgana. While I might be able to defeat all 3 of them, I must confess it's the worst case scenario. To bring back Morgana, even though she's in Limbo and has not passed on, will take some serious power, and they won't be able to do the same thing they tried because I destroyed 3 of Voldemort's Horcruxes along with the attempt. It also came at the advantage of having Harry's scar removed. His Horcrux is gone, and Voldemort won't risk his Horcruxes anymore."

"Mordred wouldn't want to get rid of him yet, although I am sure as soon as Morgana returns, he'll gladly kill him. What Mordred and Morgana wants is ultimately a better world for all magical people, even if at some point, they got twisted by their ambitions." Merlin said softly, looking down at the ground.

"Huh, they're playing the long game. The Ministry hasn't made any breakthroughs either. I also fear that with the likes of Lucius Malfoy still on board, we cannot count on the Ministry either." Albus said grimly as Merlin scowled. "That said, Cornelius is unlikely to doubt Lucius, and for now, he's still doing his best to hunt down Voldemort and his Death Eaters. However, I'll be honest that if you haven't publically showed proof that Voldemort had returned, then we would have had an even bigger trouble on our hands."

"I know. Things are going to get messy-"

"I wonder if you are capable of holding four teaching positions at such times? If you wish, then maybe I could-"

"No. You already have enough on your plate with leading the Order and being Headmaster. Leave all this to me, Albus."

"Hey, Potter! Why are you looking so glum?" Harry looked up to see Dudley, looking gruff yet still somewhat concerned, which was more than he had ever gotten from his cousin. "Come on, let's practice boxing! Got to put up a show for my fellows here!" 

"You know you'll only keep losing, Dudley." Harry said with a small smirk but he ended up going up there anyway. Dudley merely narrowed his eyes as he took up an offensive boxing stance, causing Harry to shake his head. Back there, Dudley's gang watched them both, and with the enhanced hearing he had developed thanks to the Old Religion, Harry could just hear them whispering all about how they were betting more on Harry than Dudley.

They were all rough boys, alright, but Harry was grateful that the Dursleys forced change even extended to Dudley: He didn't harass people, although he certainly treated them rudely, and the gang did save a surprising amount of people from getting mugged or bullied. That was better than having a gang full of abusive, tough bastards any time.

Anyway, the results were practically just the same as usual. Dudley might have studied boxing and gotten himself a muscular body rather than a fat one, but Harry had more than enough experience over him and his training was far more than anything Dudley's boxing teachers could ever come to understand, so he had no problem blocking all of Dudley's hits, which would have broken his arms a few years ago easily, but now was nothing but a barely heavy series of punches that he effortlessly blocked.

Dudley was slow and mobile, making it up when up against most of the harassers he and his gang beat up with his bulky strength, but that was nothing to Harry, who could surpass his strength with all the physical training Merlin put him through and was far faster. His body was more lean, sure, but it was well-built for physical combat, just like his godfather's. Merlin had planned things through, having him build up a body that hid astonishing levels of physical strength but not going to the point of being ripped and lagging behind in speed and agility.

It was good for both physical and magical combat, and it showed as Harry effortlessly blocked all of Dudley's punches, jabbed him in the chin twice, before he then smashed his elbow on Dudley's head, knocking him down to the ground. He could have overwhelmed him from the start, but then again, Dudley had made changes, so he could resist the urge of beating him into next week.

"You really need to work on your technique, Dudley. You can't keep going like this. I don't even practice boxing all that much, but I do know that I focus on technique and precision over raw physicality like you do. In fact, I could take you in your game and win easily too, but you don't want to live the hard things I've been through, so-" Harry shrugged as he extended a hand for Dudley, who grumbled as he reluctantly got up.

"That godfather of yours taught you how to fight like that? Maybe he could teach me too-?" Dudley's questions were interrupted when suddenly the cloud started growing dark, Harry feeling the distinct magical presence of a Dementor and shivering as he realized Voldemort had finally began to act. Dudley's friends had chosen to quit for the day and left after saying goodbyes, but Harry could only think about how he and Dudley were going to escape this.

As soon as Dudley had finished saying farewells to his friends, Harry had immediately grabbed him and made a run for it. "Wait, where are we going!?"

"It's them. Remember the bad guys my godfather warned you all about? They're here! We can't go back home right now. It'll lead them straight to Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia! We have to hide for now." Harry said with gritted teeth as he focused the technique his godfather had taught him, the ability to cast a spell without having the Trace send responses to the Ministry. He gathered intensive amounts of ambient magic from nature and used it to cast his Patronus, commanding it to deliver a message to his godfather to come to his aid.

They ran towards the alleyway between Magnolia Crescent and Wisteria Walk... Only to find a hooded witch waiting there for them. "Ah, Potter! Your godfather and you have been a menace in my way for long enough!" With that, the woman cast a Killing Curse that Harry blocked with a Scildan. This was serious, alright, if the witch was willing to use the Killing Curse. 

The witch continued to cast spells ruthlessly at him, but Harry easily blocked them all, quickly finding her dueling skills to be severely lacking. She barely even made it above the level of a regular Death Eater, and Harry had faced a lot worse than her. He didn't even need his wand as he just stopped a spell she had thrown at him, and after assessing her clear shock, even though she still wore a hood, Harry gathered intensive amounts of the magical energy of the nature around him for this spell, still unable to use his own power due to having the Trace.

"Mundbora râd forsw¯ælan - fîfalde!" Harry blasted his hand forward, unleashing a huge butterfly guardian of light that easily ripped through the woman's shield and threw her back with a few scratch wounds of a butterfly's nails. She was already unconscious, from what Harry could read of his energy signature, but then Harry quickly sensed a couple of Dementors coming from behind, and while he avoided the Dementors charge, even telling Dudley to watch out, his cousin wasn't as lucky as he was pinned to the wall by one of the two Dementors.

Harry gritted his teeth as he focused the Old Religion to keep himself save from the influence of the Dementors, preparing to cast a powerful Patronus when suddenly the golden incorporeal mist of his godfather's Patronus banished the two Dementors into oblivion, causing Harry to sigh in relief as he turned towards his godfather.

Merlin only gave him a small smile before he rushed from Harry's behind to Dudley. "He's fine. He has not been kissed by the Dementor. He just needs some time to heal. Come now, let's take him back. We don't want to be around here for much longer."

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"But- But this cannot be true!" Merlin merely narrowed his eyes at Fudge as he presented Umbridge in front of the Wizengamot. It was wise of him to teach Harry how to perform magic without alerting the Trace inside him, alright. Merlin could have just easily removed it from him, but if he did, it would be too early right now. Besides, while his public display of Voldemort's return did mean the option of dismissing Voldemort's return was taken out before it could even be thought, it was clear that the Ministry was far from being reliable.

"Minister Fudge, I have about dozens of proof regarding Dolores Umbridge's corruption and attempts to use her position as Senior Undersecretary to spy for Voldemort, and I even have a couple of evidences regarding who in the Ministry might be in Voldemort's check." Merlin said cooly as he made sure to eye Lucius Malfoy in particular, the man glowering but still feeling fear at Merlin's words. It was a shame the man hadn't tried anything that would lead to Merlin being able to discredit him, but no matter. He was bound to make mistakes eventually. "Allow me to present the evidence before you all."

With that, Merlin proceeded to unveil what he was able to gather, of how Umbridge pretty much sided with Voldemort as soon as word came about his return, of her strong desire to uphold supremacist beliefs that had Merlin scowling in contempt, and so on, evidence that could not be denied by even someone as self-righteous and delusional as Fudge. Needless to say, everyone in the Wizengamot voted for Umbridge's imprisonment in Azkaban for life, and Albus, as Chief Warlock, approved of the decision.

Even Lucius could find no leeway to support Umbridge, and neither could Fudge. Merlin had planned thoroughly, as he always did, whenever he got involved with the Ministry of Magic. He was well-aware of the corruption in the deeper levels, and when he did step in, he made sure that he could circuvment any attempts to override what he believed had to be done. Alas, even now, with Voldemort having returned, it would seem corruption not only didn't reduce, but it increased, in fact.

And, to make things harder for everyone, clearly even the loss of one of his most trusted did little to hinder Fudge from realizing how much bigger things were beyond "his government" and "staying in office". From the start, Merlin didn't need a month before he realized Fudge cared more about preserving his position as Ministry over defeating Voldemort and ending the threat he posed to the people. He did agree to a fair amount of the new protocols suggested by Amelia Bones, but he also authorized more on the sake of "protecting high officials" and "defending the Ministry".

People in the Ministry Merlin could whole-heartedly trust were few, to be honest, but he made the best of what he could and ensured the Ministry wouldn't just be corrupt, but also be fighting against Voldemort and doing what they were supposed to do, protecting the public. He had a circle of well-meaning, loyal-to-the-people individuals backing him up, starting from those in positions of authority, Amos Diggory, Percy, Arthur, Amelia Bones, Rufus Scrimgeour, to even normal aurors like Kingsley Shacklebolt and Nymphadora Tonks.

Amos Diggory was deeply loyal to him, having completely lost his anger over Merlin prioritizing Harry's growth after he personally saved Cedric and even announced both Harry and Cedric as co-winners of the Triwizard Tournament. Percy, likewise, was deeply grateful for all the advice Merlin had given him, and Merlin was pleased to see that he was successful at curbing his ambitions. Arthur was a loyal member of the Order of Phoenix, and he was naturally comfortable working alongside him.

As for Amelia Bones, she was quite privy to the truth of Fudge's greater focus on his own interests, and Merlin was grateful that someone like her was the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. She was easily the most crucial and helpful member of the circle, both due to her position and her skills. Rufus Scrimgeour, on the other hand, was brought into this by Amelia. She had decided he needed to be included, and they happened to be on good terms, so with a few coaxing here and there, Rufus agreed. He was, of course, more professional, but he still was dedicated to the cause of defeating Voldemort.

It was also due to Rufus that Merlin was able to get two new members for the Order of the Phoenix. Kingsley Shacklebolt was a firm-minded, resolute man whose skill made him Scrimgeour's right-hand man, and he was quite happy to help in any way possible. On the other hand, Nymphadora Tonks was Alastor's recommended agent, as she had been personally trained by him before his retirement. Of course, Merlin had interacted with her before when she was still a student, albeit under a different name and a different form, but that wasn't the issue right now.

Oh well, there was still a couple of hope, with Amos putting his foot down and devising new measures to fight against any possible dark creatures and even to get the support of magical creatures who would possibly be willing to help, Percy securing more international resources, Amelia passing down protocols intended to assure the best safety possible for the people, and Scrimgeour dutifully leading the Aurors to hunt down Death Eaters and keep a watch on certain people who might join Voldemort.

"It doesn't get any easier, does it?" Albus said solemnly as they walked out of the Ministry, Merlin shaking his head. "Oh well, I think I should get back to Hogwarts. How about the situation with the Dursleys? I assume Harry is safely secured in 12 Grimmauld Place? Ron and Hermione have been staying there as well for obvious reasons, but he hasn't seen them in a while, has he? Perhaps that would help his mood."

"The Dursleys are fine, although Vernon threw an earful for what almost happened to Dudley. They still won't stay at my home, as Vernon apparently is afraid I'll curse the home to make him uncomfortable. I have actually decided to lift that curse of him since he's learned his lesson and came to tolerate Harry for good, but it seems he's still traumatized over what he endured over the last 4 years. Dudley is actually on the side of staying at my home, and Petunia is already staying there, living out the rest of her "sentence"." Merlin said with a grumble as Albus sighed out loud.

"Oh well, I suppose you should keep trying. By the way, I have some "school stuff" to discuss with you, so stop by at Hogwarts when you have safely secured Harry, okay?" Merlin nodded and sighed as Albus disapparated. Hogwarts... How would the children take being in the proximity of another war...

"So, Harry, how has your summer been?" Sirius asked as Harry ate the rhubarb cumble, enjoying Mrs Weasley's cooking as he always did with his godfather. Granted, Father was a bit better at it, but Harry was sure Mrs Weasley only fell a few margins short when it came to cooking, and considering that he was comparing a house-wife to a centuries-old immortal great wizard, the fact that Molly Weasley was quite close in any kind of magic at all was already one of the most impressive things in the world.

"Well, the first two weeks had Father taking me out on a few trips. We went to Paris and used all the favors Mrs Delacour graciously gave us for saving Gabrielle, and then he started showing me some historical places while also challenging me through certain simulations. Right now, he's still been helping me get stronger and learn more spells, but he's also focused on me gaining real experience." Harry said, making sure to omit the fact that Father was the Merlin. Father had made it clear no one else should know about him as the Merlin yet, and what Harry had seen of his godfather's travels was more than enough to convince him that Merlin had valid reasons to not want to tell everything.

"I've been aware of the Order of Phoenix from what Father has been telling me, alright, and he even actually had me help out a little bit by participating in two missions by now in capturing people who were about to ally with Voldemort, but he still told me that there were secrets that I shouldn't know quite yet" Harry said solemnly, looking down at himself. He wondered why his godfather wouldn't tell him. Was he still not powerful enough, still not wise enough?

"Well then, Harry, how about we entertain some of your questions regarding Voldemort, then?" Harry paused at Sirius's casual statement, but that paled compared to the reaction of everyone else there. His friends, Hermione and the Weasleys, were looking very curious, while the adults were looking wary. "Seeing as you already participated in some of what Emrys has been doing, you should know more-"

"Well, I've already asked the others, but they said they aren't allowed in the Order, so-" Harry's words died out when Father stepped inside the room, waving friendly at them all. Even Mrs Weasley was looking from about to say something to instantly taking in Merlin's presence.

"Good night to you all." Father said calmly, and Harry noted he didn't seem displeased. "Harry, it pleases me to see you together with your friends again. Do you wish to stay for a bit while longer, or shall we depart to the Emrys Castle, now?" Harry shook his head, looking at his godfather solemnly.

"Actually, Father, Sirius offered to let me know about certain stuff regarding the Order. May I take him up on it?" At that, Father merely hummed, looking as though he was considering the idea. "Like, you've been taking me out on two missions by now. Maybe I can help a little bit more too!" Harry pleaded as Father's face remained pensive.

“He's right. Besides, since when did someone have to be in the Order of the Phoenix to ask questions?” asked Sirius. “Like, Emrys! If you've been allowing Harry to participate in missions, that means you do think Harry deserve this, right?" Father did not say anything, his face concealed by his hands. "Look, Harry's been training hard.  He’s got the right to know what’s been happening —” 

Of course, Fred and George proceeded to complain about how Harry alone got his questions answered, while his godfather remained still and silent. Eventually, though, when Mrs Weasley was shouting at her children for continuing to insist in knowing more, Father suddenly straightened himself. "Enough." It was spoken with calm authority and power, causing everyone there to stop their bickering and look at Father. "Now, everyone staying here, in my opinion, regardless of age, has their own right to know about what we have been doing. Harry, above all, deserves to know more. I was actually going to tell you myself when we returned to the Emrys Castle, but Sirius beat me to it. Go ahead, and ask me."

"But, Emrys-" One look from Father, and any protests made by Mrs Weasley was silenced as Mr Weasley sighed and went to hug his wife.

"Now, Harry is aware of the operations to suppress increase of Voldemort's resources. He and I went out to dispatch a couple of former Death Eaters and wizards looking to join Voldemort. He's also aware of the impact caused by his survival and my interference, so let us skip that part and get to the more complicated parts. What do you wish to know, Harry?" Father said, taking charge as Harry felt his mood brighten up just a bit at the reminder of what he had accomplished back then.

Apparently, he and the other Triwizard champions had taken out a whole load of Death Eaters that Voldemort had gathered, and leaving aside people like the Malfoys and those who didn't show themselves, it was clear that Voldemort not only had his revival exposed, but also had his stock of army cut off pretty quickly. This meant that he would be going underground, and from what Harry had known, it was clear Voldemort wanted to increase his army first before launching any kind of public attack. "Leaving aside gathering more for his army, what has he been doing? What have you all been doing?"

"Each of us have our own roles to play, Harry. I have my fair share of experience getting out into the field and doing "anonymous work", and those two missions I allowed you to come with me in were just one of many. I've been doing that for years, but that's also not all I am doing. I also work to coordinate efforts within the Ministry with the help of 7 influential and promising individuals in there. I can't tell you who they are, not here, for not even the ones still in this room are aware, but the Ministry isn't exactly in the perfect shape to fight Voldemort."

Harry frowned as Father sighed. "You see, Harry, the measures I placed that ended up revealing Voldemort's return was efficient in mitigating what could have been. Cornelius Fudge, if given the opportunity, would have most likely spurned the idea of Voldemort returning if it was just the word of mouth used, but with the fact that many people witnessed undeniable proof that Voldemort had returned, it meant that option was out of the picture. However, even so, Cornelius's main focus isn't as much as to protect the civilians as it is to keep the government running. I think you've learned enough about history and politics to know that it's a repeat of what has happened."

Harry clenched his fists at that. For those two weeks, Father had taken him to historical places and thoroughly explained to him about how battles and wars occured in those places. Father had did his best, of course, and Harry didn't blame him, but it was just the fact that the wizarding world didn't have the clarity needed to make the best of judgments, resulting in those wars. Be it bigotry, racism, or just selfishness, the potential of magic meant that there were factions with too different agendas to ensure permanent peace.

"Anyway, I've been influencing the protocols passed on by the Ministry, helping Aurors take out dark parties, and so on. I think it's blindly obvious that Arthur is part of that council, so I'll just say that his role is to keep a watchful eye on the state of muggles, making sure to be on guard anytime attacks happened in the muggle world. The two Aurors who we've recruited serve as a methodical means of contacting Rufus Scrimgeour, yet another member of the council I've created in the Ministry, and they are also efficient in their work."

Harry felt hope at that. So there were still people inside the Ministry who were doing their jobs properly, then. Still, Harry wondered what he could do to help. Was there anything more- "Hagrid is on a "certain mission". Speaking of which, I was going to bring this up in the next Order of Phoenix meeting, but Sirius? I'm quite delighted to announce that you're going to leave this miserable house, and become the Care of Magical Creatures Professor." Sirius's eyes brightened up instantly at that as Remus eyed Father in surprise.

"It's not that I can't take up that job too, but to be honest? While teaching multi-subjects is not a hard thing, I can't exactly do that while also managing efforts of a war and also having a decent amount of responsibility over Hogwarts as well. While there, you'll also be expected to be able to replace me if I am in need to travel somewhere for a day or two, and you can keep an eye on Harry and the other students. Remember, however, that you are not allowed to break any kind of rules, or to abuse your Animagus power. I'll know immediately, and trust me, you won't like what will happen if it does." Father said as his eyes glowed at Sirius, who went from cheering to stiffening in an instant.

Harry gave Sirius a sympathetic glance. He had seen that look on Father's eyes enough by now, and the fact that he was Merlin only further reinforced how much authority he could command if he truly wanted to, even without revealing any of the fame that came with his name. He was experienced enough to make commanding words with just a few words or a look on his eyes. Father might not think himself as a leader, but he definitely can carry himself with the air of one when he had to.

"Speaking of which, Emrys, what about "that"?" Remus asked as Harry turned his eyes towards Father, whose briefly tired face instantly shifted into a calculating one, a shift that only he noticed. "Is it save? What are the plans to keep it that way?"

"It's fine for now, Remus. I think I have spoken enough for now. Fred, George, about that shop of yours, if you're so willing to help the Order, then how about you do it in a "business way"?" Father said as he regained his smile, causing the Weasley twins to instantly start grinning. "Report to me the first thing on next term for certain, assuredly safe, assignments. Come with me, Harry. We're leaving." Harry got up and said his goodbyes to the others before walking through the portal Father casually conjured for them straight into the Castle.

"There is something you're not telling me." Harry stated as soon as the portal closed. Father just stared at him solemnly. "I've seen enough that I know whatever "that" which Remus brought up is connected to me. Is that why Voldemort came after me when I was just a baby?" Father just nodded, looking resigned more than anything. "What is it? Can't you-"

"No. I can't." Father said sternly as he appeared on his back instantly, causing Harry to flinch just a bit. There wasn't any kind of magical energy, so Harry wondered if Father was just that skilled at controlling his magic or if he was physically fast enough to appear behind someone without needing magic. "It's a heavy burden, Harry, and I fear you are not ready yet to accept it. I've told you that you are the reincarnation of Arthur, have I not?" At Harry's nod, Father gently gripped his shoulders.

"There is something that awaits you in the future, but before you can start walking that path, you must grow to sufficient heights. You are not ready now, but you will. I swear to you, when you have proven that you are ready, you will. Trust me. If I can tell you who I really am, then I think you can have faith in me to tell you what lies ahead when I believe you're ready."

Harry exhaled deeply as he nodded. He had been told about how "Merlin" was best friends with his past life, but Father had assured him that he didn't see him as Arthur's replacement. Instead, Father saw him as his own person, and he had always been a good father for Harry. Harry should have more faith in him. He should have, but he just couldn't help it.

"May I ask, Professor, exactly why it is that you have taken Harry into 2 of your missions without asking for my judgment first?" Merlin merely eyed Albus with a resigned lack of surprise. Of course, Molly would tell Albus about it. "There is also the fact that you divulged an astonishing amount of the roles played by the members of the Order, and you even outright encouraged this rather than deciding to tell because you didn't have a choice. I know you, Professor, and even leaving aside you being Merlin, I can think of various ways with which you could diplomatically avoid it."

"Yes, Albus, but I didn't take those means." Albus's stern eyes narrowing would normally look intimidating to anyone, but not to Merlin. He had to admit he was impressed with his student's ability to project such an attitude, but as talented as Albus was, he still lacked Merlin's experience and the benefit of having centuries of life to be as hard as one would need to be when needed. "Why? Because it's part of the process that will eventually lead to Harry learning what he is supposed to do."

Albus's eyes widened at that as Merlin sighed. "Albus, do you really think you can keep this secret from him forever? Harry has a great destiny ahead of him. I understand the need to prepare him first, but do not use this as an excuse to keep him unaware. You can't hide this forever from him, Albus. You have to accept that. Believe me, things will only get worse when you don't. Speaking of which, I also would like to nominate Harry as one of the two prefects of Gryffindor."

"No." Albus said bluntly as he stood up. Normally, his tall figure would tower above a fair share of people, but not Merlin. He was even taller, about 190 cm compared to Albus's 180 cm, and as soon as he stood up, he stared down at Albus's face. Albus's magic was exuding, making the air feel thicker, but while everyone would be wanting to run away, Merlin was unfazed. He was stronger than Albus, and they both know it.

Merlin was also a superior duelist, as well, and even when Merlin had just been putting up a show in front of everyone, he could still see and hold a subtle upper hand while allowing their duel on Harry's second year to end in a "tactical draw". Even Albus's act of clenching the Elder Wand did nothing but made Merlin shake his head. They both know not even with the Elder Wand could Albus hope to defeat him. Neither could Albus outsmart him either. There was nothing Albus could do against him. Of course, Albus could fire him, but they both know he wouldn't do that and that was if Merlin would accept being fired, which he would not.

After a while, seemingly realizing the futility of trying to intimidate or exert authority over him, Albus's shoulders shagged down as he sat back warily. "I cannot condone this, Professor. For all that I respect you, Harry has- Harry has become a very prized student of mine. I can't allow him to go into danger or have any more responsibilities if I can. Are you not his godfather, then-"

"It is exactly because I am his godfather that I am doing this, Albus." Merlin said calmly, but with authority. It wasn't as effective on Albus as it was on Harry or anyone else, but it still made Albus hesitate just a bit. "Albus, you must understand that there are those who just have been born with responsibility from the very beginning. Harry is one of those. I too was born into it, and I had to learn the hard way the importance of coping with and accepting that which you were born with. That's why I know this is what Harry must go through. Don't try to stop me. You know you can't, anyway. I'll tell McGonagall about the decision."

Albus sighed deeply as he resignedly nodded, looking too wary to reply. Merlin eyed his student one last time before leaving. Albus was obviously still struggling with past scars, and Merlin felt if now was the time to truly begin working on helping Albus recover.

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"Hey, Emrys!" Merlin turned towards Alastor as he approached Merlin. "Since you're a member of the Order of the Phoenix now, I think you deserve to get to know the members of the original Order of the Phoenix. Feeling interested?" Merlin nodded as Alastor pulled out a very tattered old photograph. Instantly, even before Alastor began to introduce him to, and describe the fates that befell, the warriors who once risked their lives to stop Voldemort, Merlin already knew exactly who they were. He might not have known them personally for the most part, but Merlin's eidetic memory meant he didn't forget a face or a name.

Marlene McKinnon, whose family was cruelly exterminated completely by Voldemort. Merlin had arrived only just in time to make sure the Death Eaters who got them were all killed. The McKinnons were good people, after all, and they were killed around the same time as Edgar Bones, his brother, and his sister-in-law were killed. Merlin succeeded at exacting justice for Edgar, but not so much for the parents of Susan. He was actually on good terms with Edgar, so it was a personal loss for him, even if Edgar wasn't among the few, even in his personal acquaintances, who knew his true identity.

However, even the personal feelings of sadness over Edgar's death was not quite as pronounced as the pity and anger he felt towards the fates of Alice and Frank Longbottom. It was quite painful for him to see them at their primes, knowing how far they had fallen since he had failed to save them. He remained silent as Alastor solemnly admitted how painful it was for them. "If only there was some way for them to recover, poor devils." Oh, there was, but he just had yet to discover the right opening to do so.

The heavy weight that settled around Merlin's heart, even if he suppressed it, increased just a few bit as he heard about the deaths of Benjy Fenwick, Caradoc Dearborn, and the Prewett brothers, Molly's old family. He had not known them personally, but perhaps if he had been able to fight alongside Albus, then maybe- Merlin stopped himself from that train of thought. I can't save everyone. I'm not a god. I'm just an extraordinary person who can still make mistakes. All I can do is try my best.

"Thank you for showing me, Alastor, but I do suggest, if you want to show the picture to Harry, to snap off the part where Wormtail was. He does not deserve to be counted amongst the rest of the Order. Harry had killed him in the graveyard, but it's still a sore blow. I'm sorry for their losses, Alastor." Alastor merely grumbled as he nodded and packed away the photograph, giving Merlin a heavy hand in the shoulder.

"Well, at least they all died like brave heroes. Dying in battle is a good way for anyone who wants to fight to go. I've been getting back in top shape, so if I'm going to die this time, I'm going to go out in a blaze. If Albus hasn't told you this, then I'm a Gryffindor. Dying valiantly is kind of what I think Gryffindors should be proud of." As soon as Alastor left, Merlin gave a small, sad chuckle. Alastor definitely was an honorable warrior, alright, and if Merlin had to be honest, a fair share of the descendants of the Knights of the Round Table and people showing comparable bravery to those people came mostly from Gryffindors.

It was Godric's legacy, but Merlin felt mixed stuff with the whole "dying in battle is something to be proud of". He had seen more deaths than he could count, and aside from the people who had strongly inherited Godric's blood or was descended from the Knights of the Round Table, there were not that much people who accepted dying in battle with such dignity. Not only that, the people who died tend to leave behind their families to grieve. Merlin still recalled how he often comforted those people, particularly those he knew personally, and not all of them responded well to Merlin assuring them their loved ones died heroically.

Suddenly, Merlin heard a scream came out from the drawing room of the Grimmauld Place. It wouldn't be heard by a normal person, but after having gone through so many adventures, especially with how being an incarnation of magic came with a more powerful body even without any enchantments, his senses were sharper than any normal human. In a flash, Merlin had appeared into the doors of the drawing room. "What's going on in here?" Merlin asked as he opened the drawing room of the Grimmauld Place.

"Molly, I've heard you screaming-" As soon as he felt the magical energies of a Boggart, Merlin understood exactly what was going on. Molly was there, cowering against the dark wall, her whole body shaking with sobs, with a Boggart transformed into the corpse of Ron. It didn't stop there as Molly tried to use Riddikulus again and again to no avail as the Boggart cruelly transformed into more and more people cherished by Molly. After a while, Merlin had enough. He stepped in front of the Boggart as Molly seemed to have finally broken down, and immediately blasted the Boggart into oblivion.

"It isn't real, Molly. Calm yourself down." Merlin said gently as he gripped her shoulder and performed a passive form of Legilimency to make her remember more on the good times so she would suppress the negative emotions. "It's okay. I'll do my best to make sure none of your family dies. Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George are all my students, and Percy is doing a good job fighting for the right side. Stay focused, Molly, and be proud of your kids. They are all talented in magic, and they will survive this. I promise you."

Molly smiled tremulously. "Sorry. It's just- I- I see them all dead in my dreams. I was being silly. Just so worried. I just thought- Half the family's in the Order, meaning all of us making through this alive was a miracle. But then again- We've got TWO of the greatest wizards on our side. I shouldn't be this worried. Thank you, Professor Emrys. Thank you so much, Emrys Ambrosius, for teaching my children as well as you have. I'm sorry for forgetting we have you. Silly me..."

Merlin kept a small smile as he gently stayed by Molly until she calmed down, but once she had left the drawing room, Merlin's cynical side couldn't help but come back, taking the form of a dying Arthur scowling at him. You know you can't protect them all. You might be able to save as many people as possible, but you've RARELY been able to protect EVERYONE. But then again, keeping secrets and half-promises seems to be just how you like operating, right, Merlin?

Needless to say, Merlin was irritated enough that when he heard the Portrait of Walburga Black continuing to incessantly insult the Order, Merlin had, while he was leaving to return to the Emrys Castle, cast an overpowered, permanent-lasting shutting spell on the curtains of the portrait, which would later be quite the pleasant surprise for Sirius, the insults of his mother quite muffled from behind the curtain.

Upon returning to the Emrys Castle, Merlin had fortunately regained control of himself as he cooked dinner for himself and Harry. Harry was beside him, having asked to learn how to cook so as to be able to take care of himself when Merlin was away. Apparently, he had asked for Petunia, who was now spending the remaining years of her "punishment" inside the Emrys Castle, cleaning things up. Merlin had taken pity on her and charged her with only cleaning the bedrooms and leaving the rest to the magic inside the castle.

"I've nominated you to become a Prefect." Harry's eyes widened as he stared from how Merlin was precisely caramelizing onions to be dropped into the pot of curry for today's dinner. "Consider this part of me letting you in slowly, but surely, trusting you with more responsibility. If you want to know more, then you must be ready. Right now, you are not. However, you will be. Being a Prefect will help you with your sense of responsibility, so I suggest you do your best in addition to your lessons."

Harry smiled slightly at that as he nodded. "Yes, Father." However, Merlin could still sense a few conflicted thoughts inside Harry's head, but merely nodded for now. He would address them later. They spend dinner in peaceful silence, Harry looking slightly eager to become a Prefect. Eventually, as Harry had finished his share of the curry, he turned towards Merlin. "Did you ever become a Prefect when you entered Hogwarts so many times, Father? I think I would want some advice from you if I could."

Merlin smiled wistfully at that. Of course he had been a Prefect. He had even made Head Boy from being a Prefect a couple of times! "Well, Harry, the first thing you need to do is to treat your fellow students with respect and kindness. Don't just send students off to Detention just because they've broken the rules. Listen to their problems and concerns, be understanding yet firm, and always do your best to check in on your fellow Gryffindors. Do that, and all of Gryffindor will love you as a Prefect."

"The other Prefect is Hermione, isn't it?" Merlin merely chuckled at Harry guessing it as he nodded. Harry merely grinned. "Well, of course she'll be the Prefect. Anyway, Father, Ron says he wants to try out for being the Gryffindor Keeper, but he's quite anxious about it. Maybe you can speak to him and give him a confidence boost?" Merlin merely laughed at that. In truth, he had already noticed from his few Legilimency insights into Ron's mind that the boy was interested in that. With Wood now gone, the one who would be the Head of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team would be definitely Angelina Johnson.

"Consider it done, Harry." Merlin said casually. They finished their dinner, and as Harry went to bed, Merlin approached Kilgharrah in the Isle of the Blessed. "Nice to see you're still hanging around, Kilgharrah. I thought you would have traveled the world a bit more." Kilgharrah merely shook his head. "Anyway, I came to talk about a few things."

Kilgharrah merely nodded sagely. "I assume it has to do with Albus Dumbledore? I've watched your not-so-friendly interaction with your pupil. He disapproves of Harry being put in danger, but we all know he must overcome great odds to fulfill his destiny. All we can do is guide him and make sure he'll be ready for anything." Merlin sighed at that. He knew exactly how the situation was, but it didn't stop him from feeling frustrated. Fate was not entirely written in stone, but some destinies just could not be denied. Such special fates could be altered, affected, but never truly erased or changed from the course it was meant to be.

"Now that Harry knows of his connection to Arthur, and your true identity, your relationship with him will blossom. You've allowed the two people that needed to know your true identity the most to know, and you should be proud of that, Merlin. In time, your true self shall be exposed, and you will be free of having to conceal your name. This time shall mark the beginning of a new, everlasting golden age, and with our combined efforts, we CAN make sure there would be only minimum casualties." 

Merlin sighed deeply. "Since Morgana is coming back, I wonder what will Aithusa do? We don't have to worry about her choosing Morgana's side again, right? If that happens, then I suppose we'll have to kill her this time." Kilgharrah shook his head as he stared at Merlin remorsefully. He had tried his best over the years, but he just couldn't really bring himself to entirely forgive that dragon. He had personally hatched her egg, and she returned that by siding with Morgana and creating the blade that would kill Arthur.

"No. She has realized the error of her ways, Merlin." Kilgharrah said simply, looking resigned at Merlin's clear apprehension towards the white dragon. "Until the war with Morgana concludes, I shall remain vigilant here, in the Isle of the Blessed. While in here, I can use the Isle's deep connection to the Old Religion to keep an eye on things accurately and be ready for any development. You can rest assured that I will not leave this island until the time comes where Morgana is finally defeated for good."

"Alright then. Guess I should prepare, since I'll be teaching two official classes and two extra subjects that has pretty much every single student in Hogwarts being allowed into it. There's also the fact that I need to prepare Harry to become a Prefect. It'll serve as a good experience when he inevitably takes a leading position in the incoming war. If he's Arthur, then he's probably meant to eventually lead both worlds, so he'll need all the wisdom I can give him."

Kilgharrah nodded, but Merlin noticed there was something strange with the Great Dragon's face. "Do as you must, Merlin. And remember... The Old Religion always means well, and your happy ending approaches." Merlin merely gave a small, sad smile at it as he waved his hand at Kilgahrrah, walking away from the Isle of the Blessed and returning back to his home.

And so it was that the time came for them to return to Hogwarts. Like last year, Merlin used his Rolls-Royce Ghost Car to take himself, Harry, the Weasleys, and Sirius into the Hogwarts Express. He supposed he enjoyed the slight comforts of life more than ever now, since a war could start at any moment. He was sure he noticed Harry do the same, being more openly excited, a clear way of trying to enjoy life as much as he could before things began to get south for him, and he was glad for it. 

After warping his car back to the Emrys Castle, Merlin accompanied Harry and the others all the way into the Hogwarts Express, where he personally took Harry and Hermione with him to patrol the corridors of the Hogwarts Express. He had gotten special permission so they did not need to attend the meeting at the prefects carriage by ensuring they were already aware of the responsibilities and ethics of a Prefect. He had trained both Harry and Hermione together, and both of them took to it quite seriously and with ease, much to Merlin's pride.

Once the patrol was finished, Merlin took Harry and Hermione into the compartment which happened to contain Ron, Ginny, Neville, and one Luna Lovegood, who smiled dreamily at him, Harry, and Hermione. "Hello, Professor Emrys. It's a pleasure to see you outside of class." Merlin merely smiled as he nodded. Luna had been perhaps the most talented in her year, with only Ginny coming close. Although some might see her as "Loony Lovegood", Merlin would not allow such disrespect, and culled it down the best he could.

She was one of the current fourth-years he was most interested in, admittedly, and he helped her flourish, discovering Luna's natural talents particularly as a creature expert, an enchanter, and a duelist. "Lovely to see you, Luna. Harry, Hermione, Ron, meet Luna Lovegood. The most gifted student of the current generation of fourth-years, and a quite curious, dreamy, but intelligent soul." Merlin described her as he spoke fondly of the girl, causing Luna to bow her head towards him.

"The edition of the Quibbler where my father interviewed and communicated with you were the best-selling the magazine had ever seen, Professor Emrys. He's wondering if perhaps he could do another interview with you?" Merlin merely nodded courteously. Not ALL of Xenophilius's beliefs were wrong, and Merlin had dealt with harder souls than him. He just had to convince the man to see reason, and he would eventually accept the truth of what was real and what was not.

"The Quibbler? But- But isn't that a-" Merlin shook his head at Hermione, eyeing her seriously, causing her to gulp at Merlin's gaze. Hermione was a true believer of books and logics, a trait that she had yet to overcome entirely, but having her insult the Quibbler in front of Luna was something Merlin would not allow. Besides, if the Quibbler was managed properly, it might one day replace the Daily Prophet when Harry's time came.

"Speaking of which, Professor, I think you would be pleased to know that my father has written this edition of the Quibbler, for your eyes to judge and approve of release." With that, Luna handed over a few drafts, which Merlin reviewed. He had to admit that Xenophilius spoke most highly of him, which was the only problem with it, detailing how he had personally fought and defeated Voldemort and how it was due to his training that Harry won the Triwizard Tournament. Not all of it was his doing, after all. Harry had a natural talent in his own right.

"Well, your father has gotten all the facts right, Luna. Good work. Tell him I say thanks." Merlin said with a cordial smile even as he innerly flinched at the idea of being the spotlight caused by the Quibbler. Luna merely grinned softly as she thanked him. The rest of the travel went on smoothly until they finally reached the end of the Hogwarts Express.

As soon as they got out of the Hogwarts Express, Harry's eyes widened, and Merlin knew he had seen the Thestrals. Only those with strong connections to the Old Religion would be able to see them without having seen death, but while Harry's current connection would be strong enough, he had already witnessed death when he fought and killed Death Eaters back on the Graveyard. They're unique, Harry. Don't think too much about it. I'll tell you about them later.

And so they reached the Great Hall safe and sound. Merlin watched over them by flying on his broomstick, making sure no attacks or accidents occured, until they all finally entered the halls of Hogwarts. Merlin carried the first years to be sorted, but the Sorting Hat sang a song that brought back solemn feelings within Merlin. How could it not? When it reminded him of the days where his four adopted children were united, where they worked together.

In times of old when I was new

And Hogwarts barely started 

The founders of our noble school 

Raised by a wizard with unmatched powers and wisdom

Thought never to be parted: 

United by their father, 

They had the selfsame yearning, 

To make the world’s best magic school 

And pass along their learning. 

“Together we will build and teach!” 

The four good friends decided 

And so too did their father approve.

And never did they dream that they 

Might someday be divided, 

For were there such friends anywhere 

As Slytherin and Gryffndor? 

Unless it was the second pair 

Of Huffepuff and Ravenclaw?

So how could it have gone so wrong?

How could such friendships fail?

Why, I was there and so can tell

The whole sad, sorry tale.

Said Slytherin, “We’ll teach just those

Whose ancestry is purest.”

Said Ravenclaw, “We’ll teach those whose

Intelligence is surest.”

Said Gryffindor, “We’ll teach all those

With brave deeds to their name,”

Said Hufflepuff, “I’ll teach the lot,

And treat them just the same.”

These differences caused little strife

When first they came to light,

For each of the four founders had

A House in which they might

Take only those they wanted, so,

For instance, Slytherin

Took only pure-blood wizards

Of great cunning, just like him,

And only those of sharpest mind

Were taught by Ravenclaw

While the bravest and the boldest

Went to daring Gryffindor.

Good Hufflepujf she took the rest,

And taught them all she knew,

Thus the Houses and their founders

Lead by their father until his departure

Retained friendships firm and true.

So Hogwarts worked in harmony

For several happy years,

But then discord crept among us

Feeding on our faults and fears.

The Houses that, like pillars four, 

Had once held up our school, 

Now turned upon each other and, 

Divided, sought to rule. 

And for a while it seemed the school 

Must meet an early end, 

What with dueling and with fighting 

And the clash of friend on friend 

And at last there came a morning 

When old Slytherin departed 

And though the fighting then died out 

He left us quite downhearted. 

And never since the founders four 

Were whittled down to three 

Have the Houses been united 

As they once were meant to be. 

And now the Sorting Hat is here 

And you all know the score: 

I sort you into Houses 

Because that is what I’m for, 

But this year I’ll go further, 

Listen closely to my song: 

Though condemned I am to split you 

Still I worry that it’s wrong, 

Though I must fulfill my duty 

And must quarter every year 

Still I wonder whether sorting 

May not bring the end I fear. 

Oh, know the perils, read the signs, 

The warning history shows, 

For our Hogwarts is in danger 

From external, deadly foes

And we must unite inside her

Or we’ll crumble from within.

I have told you, I have warned you. . . .

Let the Sorting now begin.

Merlin did his best to smile convincingly despite the sadness inside him. Even after having granted Salazar peace, the grief and guilt never truly went away. He had made peace, but that didn't mean he had forgotten everything he felt over the Founders split. He could only hope that the Houses would, indeed, unite one day, and be the same old friendly rivals as they used to be back when he was still the Headmaster, rather than the distance Slytherin kept amongst it's fellow Houses.

Anyway, after the Feast had gone off long enough, Merlin stood beside Albus. “Well, now that we are all digesting another magnificent feast, I beg a few moments of your attention for the usual start-of-term notices. First years ought to know that the forest in the grounds is out of bounds to students — and a few of our older students ought to know by now too. For magical objects allowed and prohibited, you can check on the list Professor Emrys has created. I can assure you, it's quite detailed and reasonable compared to Mr Filch's old list." 

At everyone's applause, Merlin merely waved his hand towards them. "Now, as Professor Emrys has stated before, he shall be taking charge of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, while retaining his teachership of the classes of History of Magic, and the electives of Repository of Magic and the Repository of Usefulness. Do you have anything else to say to our students, Professor?"

Merlin nodded as Albus stepped aside for him to take the center. "As you all know, since last year, Lord Voldemort has returned, taking advantage of the Triwizard Tournament to perform a ritual to restore his physical body. Although he's deprived of a fair share of his followers due to the brave efforts of the Champions and weakened from my victory over him, he is still at large and remains a threat to us all. We do not know when a war will truly begin, but I must encourage you all to be cautious. I and the Headmaster have warded the castle more thoroughly, but you must be ready for anything."

"In acknowledgment of the situation, I therefore announce that each House has restarted the old tradition of separate Dueling Clubs. Each of those clubs shall be personally taught by the Head of Houses, and are open to anyone. Any further details about competitions between each Dueling Clubs will be informed later on. Focus, above all else, on obtaining the skills needed to defend yourself. I shall also be covering more dueling techniques in both the DADA and the Repository of Magic. You will also find certain alterations to my personal electives, in acknowledgment of the current situation."

With a small breath, Merlin smiled at the students. "Now, for the Care of Magical Creatures class, it shall be taken over, until Professor Hagrid returns, by Sirius Black, who shall also be in charge of the duties of the Gamekeeper. I can assure you that Professor Black is fully capable of handling the situation. Should I ever have to depart the school, then he shall also be in charge of my electives. That is all."

"Thank you, Professor Emrys. Now, tryouts for the Quidditch Teams shall be held within the next 2 weeks. Make sure any of you interested in playing Quidditch and are of age would be prepared. I believe that is all I have to say, aside from insisting that all of you follow what Professor Emrys had wisely stated before. Although the situation is not as dark as the first war with Voldemort, we do not know when or if a war will break out. Let us hope for the best, but be ready for whatever happens. Now, your beds await, as warm and comfortable as you could possibly wish, and I know that your top priority is to be well-rested for your lessons tomorrow. Soooo.... Good night!"

Merlin smiled at Albus's exaggeration, although he could sense Albus was still at odds with his decision to appoint Harry as the Prefect of Gryffindor. Still, he supposed that was to be expected. He could only hope that Albus would realize the importance of it eventually. Merlin knew Albus meant well, but he needed to understand the reality of the situation.

And so everyone else was sent back to their Common Rooms, and a few hours later, Merlin was now standing at the Headmaster's Office, facing Albus. "So the new years begins thus. I suppose I shall think about your words back then, but do remember that I'm doing this because I care for Harry." Merlin smiled solemnly at Albus as he exhaled deeply. "Well, that is all for now, Professor Emrys. Night." And with that, Albus was heading towards his bed chambers as Merlin stared at his old pupil somberly.

"... Night, Albus."

Chapter Text

Harry had to admit that this was probably the most awkward way to start a year at Hogwarts he had ever encountered, indeed, and considering that the standards include riding a flying car and attacked by Dementors, that was saying something. But then again, as his father had told him so humorlessly, had things gone differently that night, it could have been so much worse.

Seamus was a bit torn between being a loyal friend and his mother's concerns about Hogwarts safety, as he admitted his mother wanted him to be safe and not attend Hogwarts anymore. Neville had surprisingly gained some much-needed confidence, his grandmother having apparently trained him during summer under the personal recommendation from his father. Apart from that, most of the Gryffindors ALL saw him as some kind of a legendary hero as they would repeatedly ask him about how he felt when facing off against so many Death Eaters and poems were made about his bravery and skill.

It was honestly somewhat grating. Harry didn't see himself as being anywhere near ready to be called "great duelist" or "of exceptional valor", like most of them seemed to look up to him for, and while he tried his best to be polite as he signed a few autographs, it was hard for him to apply what Merlin had taught him about social skills and handling reputation when his feelings were much different. He didn't feel victorious at all: Voldemort had ended up coming back because of his blood, and if it hadn't been for his father saving him, he and the other Triwizard Champions would have been killed.

Did they even acknowledge the other Triwizard Champions? No! They just worshipped him for being some folk hero and refused to think otherwise. Not even Cedric, from what Harry knew, was getting nearly as much acclaim, and he didn't know how Fleur or Krum were faring either. About the only consolation he got was how some of the Hufflepuffs earnestly thanked him for helping Cedric and fighting so well alongside him, but that wasn't enough to sooth his growing frustration.

(Awkwardly, even some SLYTHERINS were asking for his attention, too, although that was at least more tolerable as they showed loyalty towards Hogwarts instead of Voldemort and the causes of pure-blood supremacy.)

Needless to say, Harry spent most of the feast desperately fending off admirers, both from Gryffindor and outside of his own House. As things got too far, he eventually got to the point where he even looked pleadingly towards Professors McGonagall, Sprout, Flitwick, and even Snape.

After a few more minutes, apparently, even Snape had taken pity on him. Soon enough, the Head of Houses marched towards his table. Professor McGonagall strictly told the Gryffindors to settle down, even escorting them away from Harry, while she gave him an understanding look. Professor Flitwick was much more gentle in handling the Ravenclaws, but he still resorted to using his wand when some of them went too far and warned "You would do well to remember that I am a Dueling Champion, students! Let Mr. Potter have some peace time", winking at Harry before returning to his seat in the Staff's table.

Professor Sprout kindly but firmly told off the Hufflepuffs, before she said to Harry "Potter, I understand these are some difficult times, but do remember to be patient and accept the company of your fellow students. Don't hesitate to call out whenever you feel you are being pestered too much". On the other hand, Snape wasn't nearly as gentle, coldly telling the Slytherins to return to their tables or be given detentions. That said, he did look at Harry and nod in a surprisingly considerate way, if still rather curt.

His father wasn't present at the Great Hall, since he apparently had a few preparations to complete. Oh well, Harry supposed he could confide in him later. Still, he couldn't help but feel a little bit lost. Now that he thought of it...

This was the first time he didn't see his godfather sitting amongst the staff, his smile ever present and giving him good winks here and there. 

"Hey, Harry!" Harry's thoughts were interrupted when Angelina came up to him. "Look, I can tell you're up to here dealing with those insensitive jerks, and I can safely assure you I'm not one of them. I'm not going to ask how your summer was like, since I'm sure it's complicated. I'm just going to say that I've been made Gryffindor Quidditch Captain," Harry's eyes widened as he allowed a small smile. At last, someone who wasn't just about to be looking at him as though he was just the hero.

"We'll need a new Keeper now that Oliver's left. Tryouts are on Friday at five o'clock, Harry. Since there hasn't been any new broomsticks that can trump Firebolts, Professor Emrys won't be there, but maybe you can convince him to join, okay? He could also use some more relaxing activity. I can't make any promises, but I'll try and make sure it isn't too much. Hopefully, it'll help you relax. The whole team is going to be there, so hopefully we can find a new person and see how they'll fit in-" Angelina paused at seeing Harry's grin widen. "You've already have a candidate."

Harry merely nodded with a small smirk. "Oh yes, it's Ron," Angelina paused for a while as Ron's face suddenly went red. "He's been the Keeper whenever the Weasleys practice Quidditch, and you know better than anyone else how great Fred and George are. I've seen Ginny play Quidditch, and she's also pretty good too! Too bad there isn't any Chaser spot empty, but can I ask you to consider him?" 

"Alright then, Weasley. You've got a broomstick, right? See you at Fridays," Angelina said simply with a small smile. "Don't be so nervous, Ronald Weasley. You're be alright, even if maybe not fabulous." And with that, Angelina left as Ronald was swiftly surrounded by Fred and George, who looked excitedly eager to hear that their youngest brother was trying for the position of Keeper.

Somehow, Harry felt his heart lighten. Fred and George started out quite teasing, but they still provided Ron with some sincere encouragement, including giving him tactics that didn't quite reach cheating, before they turned to Harry. "Ah! Our best mate, made the Gryffindor Prefect! We can safely be assured that you'll help us if Hermione acts a bit too far in scrutinizing our shop of goods? By the way, we've come up with some ideas as to enhance the efficiency of Shield Hats, Cloaks, and Gloves. Professor Emrys is too busy, but maybe we can ask you to help out?"

Harry nodded even as Hermione seemed a bit torn between acknowledgment of the usefulness of Weasley Wizard Wheezes and disapproval over their more "troublesome" products. "We've managed to exactly research the market all over Hogwarts properly last year, get the measurements of what First to Third Years would want, while we've also been spreading our products to the Sixth Years, of course. This year, we're going to focus on the Fourth Year, the Fifth Year, and the Seventh Year, and with the approval of Professor Emrys, things seem to be just well~~~"

Fred and George chuckled for a while, before turning serious. "Listen, Harry. This might sound somewhat counter-productive, but maybe you should actually focus more on your O.W.Ls! Like, with Professor Emrys actually inspiring us, we got Outstanding in virtually everything! I'm sure you and Hermione would be able to do the same. Academic achievement isn't for ours, but the skills learned sure prove useful! It could serve as a useful distraction, though, especially over You-Know-What," Harry stiffened as Fred and George patted him brotherly.

"Good luck, Harry, and since you're going to be working with us as a co-researcher, free purchase every time! Can't extend the same to Ron or Hermione, but who is to say you can't buy presents for them for free~~" But even as he smiled and nodded back, Fred and George's words had more of an effect on him than he expected.

"Well, for you lot, I'm sure O.W.Ls are really important, affect the jobs you can apply for and everything, and you'll also get career advice. You're lucky that Professor Emrys has taken over the career advice entirely, since I can't imagine Professor McGonagall to be the one. We told him flat-out that we wanted to start a business, and he just laughed as he gave us a few books to help us study! Anytime you want us to "interfere", we'll be GLAD to do so! See you!" And with that, Fred and George left.

"Now, students, I believe that today will not be the only time I'm seeing you, for the first class of Defense Against the Dark Arts is on the way. Your generation, I must admit, are among the brightest fifth-years I've ever seen, and trust me, I know a lot," Father declared calmly as he stood facing them in the class that was once the most boring class, who became one of the top classes most favored, since the soporific power of Binns voice was replaced with the charm of who Harry now knew to be the oldest and most experienced wizard of all time. 

"Ah, O.W.L.s," Professor Emrys muttered casually as he conjured the word "O.W.Ls" in numerous languages, from Ancient Runes, Mandarin, Russia, and more, causing a few of the students to stiffen, even dropping their quills, while others murmured anxiously to themselves. "Yes, they are coming. Yes, they are important. No, they are not the harbinger of doom they are sometimes made out to be. I know that Professor Binns had been TOO lax even with those who are taking O.W.Ls, but over the past four years, there has been much improvement amongst the previous generations, and I hope you shall be even better than them."

"As you all will soon find out, the other teachers will speak most descriptively of O.W.Ls, but all I have to say to all of you is to work hard, and you will find success. Now, let us begin! Today's topics are about Giant Wars. Giants are some of the most feared species in the Wizarding World, and they do have quite a hard reputation. Still, they are not inherently malicious, and can be reasoned with. Now, I shall cover up the topic of Giants some more in our next Repository of Useful Knowledge and Skills class, and we shall cover up the details of the war...

Centuries of immortal life meant that Merlin had all the time in the world to experiment with magic, not just the Old Religion and Modern Magic, but also how to combine them. He did not possess any kind of omnipresence, of course, since he was many things, but a god was not among them, but he had created a spell to create realistic projections of himself, able to touch and be almost impossible to distinguish compared to his real self, which he could maintain multiple times for a day. Of course, he was unique, and even Salazar as well as Rowena could not perform the spell indefinitely.

As soon as he finished teaching the students about the Giant Wars, his physical body remained on the office while his projection escorted Harry, Ron, and Hermione to Snape's dungeon. The students all didn't suspect how easily and quickly he could be anywhere in the school, so the rest of the "issues" were easily covered by projections and some illusions, and he also had his own ways whenever he had to really directly interfere, one of which involved using the spells he had specifically woven into Hogwarts. He knew he would always return to Hogwarts time to time, and it paid off well, his inclination for future-thinking.

Through conduits in the form of runic stones that burned out every time he used them, but could be replaced as he had prepared so many of them, he could literately make the projections his "real" self, essentially transferring his soul as to turn the projection "truly" flesh and bone, while the place where he was sitting on previously would be replaced with a pile of burning runic stones that were invisible to anyone unable to perceive the Old Religion. As long as he had enough materials, he could be anywhere he wants, but as he only had one soul, he could only "really" be in one place at a time. Not even he could replicate his own soul.

As they neared Snape's dungeons, Merlin watched as Harry, Ron, and Hermione were greeted by Cho Chang, who happily greeted him and offered her gratitude to both Harry and Merlin for ensuring Cedric's safety. Apparently, they were hitting off their romantic relationship pretty well, and Merlin was happy. "Anytime, Miss Chang. Always a pleasure and a duty for a professor to help out his students, both before and even after their graduation." However, he noticed Harry was somewhat glum, and as Cho happily walked off after Harry exchanged a few pleasantries with her, he patted him in the shoulder.

"It's alright, son. There can always be other women. She's already taken. For now, though, you should focus more on other things," Merlin commented comfortingly as Harry nodded, looking a bit comforted, even while Ron wondered whether or not Cho was currently supporting the Tornados after they started winning. Roderick Plumpton was someone who Merlin knew personally, although they were more on the terms of acquaintances than friends. His infamous "Plumpton Pass" was quite impressive, and Merlin noticed how it wasn't a cheat, but a genuine trick of skill. 

"Maybe you should just ask Professor Emrys here how to earn a girlfriend, Harry!" Merlin choked as Ron casually suggested that, while Harry grimaced. "Like, you're the guy women most want to date and get under the pants of, Professor! How about you show Harry the tricks as to how to appear more presentable?" Merlin shook his head immediately while Harry face-palmed and looked at him apologetically. Of course, Harry by now knew about Freya, and how he had never really had a romantic relationship before. 

Fortunately, they soon arrived to Snape's classroom, in which Snape, having been wizened and made to develop not just teaching competence, but also some genuine passion, greeted them with a shockingly well-made speech. "Next June, you shall be sitting on an important examination, during which you will prove how much you have learned about the composition and use of magical potions. I must admit, you all have proven to be remarkably competent, and since the arrival of Professor Emrys here, the school has made much progress in actually learning to appreciate and master Potions."

Well, that was markedly better, and at least Snape didn't look like he was just making things better because Merlin was there. "I would be admittedly shocked if at least less than half of you would not be able to make into the N.E.W.T Potions class, since I will accept those with Exceed Expectations now. "Acceptable", however, is still not enough for N.E.W.T and believe me when I say this that in my time, students who earned an "Acceptable" yet was still accepted into the sixth-year ended up begging for early departure."

Merlin frowned even as Snape smirked a little bit. That WAS true to a certain extent. He had, of course, NEVER earned an "Acceptable", always earning Outstanding since centuries of life meant he had become an all-rounded master of virtually every single field of magic, but did he have to phrase it that way?

Snape set them to brew the Draught of Peace, which was admittedly among the more complex of Potions even by his standards, but it was quite normal when it came to O.W.L level wizardry. He sighed when he noticed some of them had their cauldrons spitting green sparks, copious amounts of dark grey steam, or were running out of flames. Since he had started the Repository of Magical Skills, he had realized that even with his teachings, O.W.Ls DO give some of the less talented students pause.

Fortunately, however, Hermione, Harry, and a few handful others managed to properly make the potion a shimmering mist of silver vapor. To add to Merlin's pleasure, Snape nodded curtly at Hermione but when it was Harry's turn, he chuckled sardonically. "Well, well, looks like you're proving yourself worthy to be your adopted father's son even now, eh? Do try not to disappoint when the O.W.Ls came." Harry nodded simply with a cordial bow. While Snape was not Harry's favorite teacher by any means, things could have been a lot worse.

Of course, Ron wasn't too happy about it as he complained about how Snape ruthlessly critiqued him for forgetting to add two drops of syrup of hellebore. Merlin had just stood there, not doing anything. He knew the importance of O.W.Ls, so he didn't make any advices yet, just smiling and offering subtle hints that only the likes of Harry could have picked up on. Then again, when Snape pronounced that the homework was 12 inches of parchment on the properties of Moonstone, even Harry and Hermione were displeased.

As they next went towards Divination, Merlin, although not present through projection, watched with pleasure and a bit of pride as Trelawney continued to demonstrate her genuine worth and competence over what he had taught her. "Welcome back, my dear students, to Divination," The Professor of Divination declared as the students all looked to her with considerably more respect than they were back when she was still incompetent. "Fortune seems to favor all of you, and I am delighted to see you all safe, sound, and ready. These are dark times, and the course of fate is uncertain. There has never been more anxiety, even with the Seeing Eye..."

Merlin frowned at that. He had never bothered to use Divination beyond being kept in touch as to what happened now. Kilgarrah was the one who regularly provided him with warnings of the future, since he stuck firmly to the fact that prophecies could be thwarted and denied. He refused to play by absolutes when the last time he did it, it lead to him alienating two good people and sending down to a path of ruin and darkness. Even now, Mordred remained evil because of his mistrust. 

But to hear that she seemed genuinely frustrated, it seemed to indicate that Morgana's power was rising from the Limbo. Of course, Kilgharrah's powers were much more potent than any mortal Seer, but his old friend hadn't reported any new things about the future. 

"The magical subconscious is a microcosm of one's magical aura, often processing magical events through metaphor and image. Dreams are sensitive to magical residue, and they may react to objects, spells, or magical locations encountered. They can be used to give hints of the future, but it must be managed under certain conditions. Let me show you how..."

And so it was that Merlin smirked as even Harry looked at her with a mixture of awe and respect, while the other students were suddenly becoming MUCH more engrossed, their expectations that Trelawney would be interesting for just one year being completely overturned. Firstly, Trelawney taught them the Lucid Recall Charms to enhance dream memory, gave each student a Runic Dream Journal, enchanted so dreams written in it reveal hidden magical cues, and taught them quite deep visualization and meditation practices to improve memory clarity.

(Those exercises had some Old Religion element infused into them honestly, and were responsible for his memory clarity despite having lived for millennia...)

As Merlin's real self waited patiently for the fifth-years to enter the Defense Against the Dark Arts, he could already hear Ron rambling about how much more interesting Divination had became since Merlin did his homework on Trelawney. "Well, I'll be damned. Last year, her first class already began with Astrology, and it sure helped us appreciate Astronomy a lot more. She might not be as good as Professor Emrys, still, but he REALLY worked into this, didn't he? I still remember the way she taught us about how to make temporal charts through star matrices and use eclipses and the like for divining hidden truths!"

Hermione was not too impressed, although she did admit that it was a shame she had to LEARN it from another Professor and that she would have reconsidered taking up Divination once more if only that was possible.

As the fifth-years settled down again, Merlin grinned. "Good afternoon, fifth-years. We meet again! This time on a much more practical subject. I hope you've all remembered your wands just as much as you remembered your books and, most importantly, your wits. Now, this year will be quite unlike the last four. Not just  because of me—although I flatter myself I’m a marginal improvement over the predecessors you’ve had—" Many students began to laugh as Merlin shook his head. "I MUST insist that you all show proper respect to Remus Lupin and Alastor Moody, but I am quite fine if your laughter is directed towards Professors Quirell and Lockhart."

As the laughter slowly died down, Merlin continued "THIS is the beginning of the three years where it's not just UNDERSTANDING that matters, but also MASTERY of magic. You cannot earn an O.W.L. in Defense Against the Dark Arts merely by memorizing hexes or muttering incantations while half-asleep. You must learn to think like a wizard at war—because, as unfortunate as it is, the world does not always offer peace," Merlin looked away solemnly as the students sobered up instantly from their grins.

"But I do not believe in predicting failure. You are all capable of mastering the art of defense—yes, even those of you who feel your dueling spells end more in fizzle than flair. Mr. Longbottom, do not look so alarmed. You’ll find that even the shyest wand can produce thunder when guided by confidence, and from what I've heard, you've made much progress since your grandmother trained you. She was MOST impressed with what you could do with a TRUE wand." Merlin declared casually as Neville nodded, looking surprisingly confident in himself as all other students turned to look at him expectantly except for Malfoy and a few Slytherins.

"Now then, quills down and wands up! We’ve got a great deal to do, and the boggart in the cupboard is beginning to hum the lyrics to Celestina Warbeck again. It's only meant to be a revision, so it would be gone soon, don't worry!" Merlin said with a cheer.

The class went off pretty smoothly. In this year, with the odds the way they are now, Merlin had resolved that he would teach them no longer the standard advanced defensive spells and the like, as he did in the Repository of Magical Skills before now, but he also taught them his own variant of defensive spells that bordered on tapping into the Old Religion. Even HARRY hadn't learned those, although to be fair, the training before the school year began was meant to sharpen his dueling skills with what spells he already had as Merlin ensured that he would not just KNOW, but be proficient in using what he knew.

He started by teaching them the spell "Lemian", guaranteed to reflect even the strongest of Hexes and Jinxes, falling just short of the spells that could block Unforgivable Curses. There were four variants, each of them enhanced to handle either hex, jinx, curse, or dark creature, but for now he taught them the versatile variant. Harry actually failed two times before managing to properly deflect a casual jinx from Merlin, Hermione, Neville, and Ron failed five times, while the rest of the students all failed ten times and barely managed to pull it off at the last minutes.

Merlin had to basically use water and healing spells dozens of times and offer decent advice, from teaching them how to properly focus their magic and imagine the power needed for the spell's effects to be maximized, giving them motivation, and more as he helped them go from exploding their magical energies on themselves, to avoiding explosions but still failing to cast the spell, to FINALLY pulling off a passable form of the spell. "Well played, everyone! Don't be discouraged. It's a spell I personally came up with, and it comes from Old English, as you might have noticed."

Looking more serious, Merlin eyed each and every single one of the students. "Now, I can safely assure you that, regardless of what fantasies you might have had in your mind, even I know when to be serious and to be firm. I taught you nicely because that's how what I believe a real teacher should be. However, I must remind you that when it came to matters such as O.W.Ls, I will have to be stricter on you. However, I can assure you that I will not be NEEDLESSLY strict, and I will ensure your excellence through both this class and the two extra classes."

Then, with a small, mischievous grin, he added "And I believe you would soon realize that I am still the nicest Professor around, especially compared to the others." The laughter from the students admittedly warmed his heart, for it reminded him how, even at the darkest of times, hope survived.

"Are you alright, son?" Merlin asked gently as Harry was about to leave for the day. "How has it been for your first day in Hogwarts, hmm? You've become a Prefect, so I expect you must be busy?" Harry smiled, but Merlin could already tell something was wrong with that smile.

"Well, Fred and George have invited me to be their co-researcher, but aside from that, there hasn't been much. I suppose it's... Not nearly as awkward as it could have been, pretty nice," Merlin frowned as Harry appeared unsure. "Anyway, I should go. Ron's already begging me to help with Snape's homework. See you, dad."

"... See you, son."