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Merlin was always the ‘demon child’ in the village he grew up in. So why was the so-called ‘chosen one’ being called one in his very own home? That's what Arthur wondered too. They could only hope that Albus had helped Harry during school time and given him counselling. However, it was to their dismay that Albus had in fact done nothing whatsoever. “Merlin.”. Uh- oh.
Quick! He has to hide from the angry Arthur! “ Merlin, hiding in the cupboard wont work on me this time.” Sigh. “Where have you hid this time then Merlin? Are you under the bed or wardrobe? We don’t have time for these silly games Merlin. We have to go back to Hogwarts now. C'mon! Or I’m going to make you do all the chores for a WEEK with no MAGIC at all. I know you did something to Albus again.” Shuffle-Shuffle. “There you are Merlin… How did you fit under the floorboards..?”
“You don’t want to know..”
“Okay.. that’s not worrying at all, anyway let's go we're going to be late for the train.”
“But we’ll have to share a compartment with the other teachers. And they’ll ask questions :( . Did you know the last teachers apparently ‘retired’ early. But if you ask me, the trees said one died!”
“Then let’s hope we’ve got good company. Dying is very overrated.”
*** In the train ***
Sigh. “ Mer- Marlin -I can’t believe you chose that name- all the compartments are full except this one. Let’s just go in.”
The door slowly slided open creating a screechy sound as it went. Merlin and Arthur both sat opposite the scruffy man. The old roles reversed as Arthur put their bags up on the rusty railings next to the windows. “Professor R.J.Lupin. Ooo another new teacher. I wonder what he’s like?”
He could feel someone looking at him as if he was a stalker. Must’ve been Arthur, he was never much of an observer. He’ll never know As the screeched open again once more. An average height girl with unruly hair popped her head through. Her bucked teeth showed as she asked him a question. “Is it ok if we come in here? Everywhere else is full.”
Arthur beat him to answer her. “Yes that’s fine, we too had trouble finding a seat.” It looked as if they voted to send someone to sit with Merthur (I’m calling Arthur & Merlin this to save time). The boy with jet black hair and circular glasses with signs of wear and tear surprisingly all over them, was brought to sit next to Arthur. Poor kid. With the girl and a boy that looked like a Weasley, but you can’t judge a book by its cover. He could just be a muggle-born. “Thank you professors for letting us sit here.” How did she find out they were to be professors? The train ticket man at the station asked them where their parents were. His confusion must’ve been evident on his face, as she quickly explained how she knew. “Your bags look neatly organised, and one of them says Professor M.G.Ambrosius. And if you don't mind me asking what are you two teaching at Hogwarts? As I recall we only had one space for a teacher yet there are three here.” The boys that she was with looked at her as if she just said the strangest things ever. But beneath that there was familiarity in their eyes. “ You shall see what we teach when we meet at the feast. And I do not know what Professor Lupin is teaching. We’ve only just met. And he is asle-” His sentence was cut off as the train abruptly came to a halt. That shouldn’t happen. That isn’t even possible.