6 The Order of Merlin

Harry appeared in front of a house that looked like every other house on the street. Its walls were made of stones, a three pane window with cream curtains laid into the wall next to the dark brown front door. A large driveway filled most of the front yard as it reached into a matching dark brown garage door. Harry looked around, 'this is where I would have ended up if not for fate' he thought. As a man appeared right in front of Harry. "Fucking balls! Merlin, you almost gave me a heart attack." Harry yelped as he jumped back, "Why did you come here?" Harry questioned as Merlin merely shrugged "I guess our time together is still at hand."

The two men walked up to the front door looking out of place in their robes and knocked against the door. The second floor windows on the house lit up contrasting with the dark night. They could hear the footsteps get closer to the door as each step became louder. "Who the bloody hell is it," a plump man with short brown hair, wearing pajamas growled opening the door. He stood in the doorway looking at the older man with a long beard, a long staff in his arm as it reached the floor and the young man with black hair, piercing green eyes in a black colored robe. "Get the bloody inside, before the neighbors see you" he said puffing out his cheeks as he started to reach towards the old man, trying to drag him inside. As the plump hand attached to the plump body was an inch away from the old man's robes, he felt an invisible force blast him off his feet and further into room. "Please do not touch me" Merlin said as he and Harry walked into the house.

"Ugh" a moaned escaped the man as he lay sprawled out on the floor. "Uh, sorry about that, he doesn't like people he doesn't know touching him" Harry sighed as he walked over to the sprawled man, extending his arm to help lift him to his feet. "Don't touch me you freak." The plump man swore as he rolled onto his belly and pushed himself up onto his feet. Harry shocked at the venom in the man's voice, "I was supposed to be dropped off here as a child, I was told. I am Harry Potter and you are?" Harry asked hopping to get passed this awkward situation. While waiting for an answer, a women with a long face that was covered in a white cream facemask. She had brown hair that was rolled up in red rollers. "You're the son of my whore sister and her bastard husband" she shrieked, as the items on the tables next to the couches started to shake, the pictures on the wall leading up the staircase started to rumble and fall off the wall. The woman at the top of the stairs could feel the danger she was in, she started to back away and hid herself behind a wall with only her head peeking down the stairs.

"You are the type of people that would have raised me as a baby?" Harry muttered out loud as he stared at the women's head. Not just the items, but the tables, couches and the T.V. started to violently shake as Harry's rage increased, thinking about the hell he would have had to gone through, if not for Veronica, Fate, and Merlin bringing him away. "Let me ask you" Harrys voice trembling as he started walking towards the stairs, "What did your sister and her husband do that caused you to hate them and me by association so much." Harry continued as he walked up the steps. He reached the top step, looking at the women shaking against the wall in fear. "Do not touch her you freakish-" The plump man started to yell up the stairs, as harry moved his hand silencing his voice. "Do not speak" Harry howled over his back to the man as he continued to stare into the woman's eyes. "Sh-She left me be-behind, to lear-learn magic" the woman stuttered. "This hate comes from jealousy, that the boring, plain, old you, wasn't special?" Harry laughed sadly. As a door at the end of the hall creaked open and a chubby child stood in the doorway. "Stay away from my mom" he yelled, running at Harry. Harry held up his hand as he shot a red spell toward the running child as the childs eyes grew wide and the spell impacted his chest, his legs locked and the momentum of his body forcefully crashed him into the ground skidding to Harry's feet.

Harry with sad eyes looked down at the stunned child. "I am sorry you saw that, you are too young to understand what's happening" Harry whispered. Merlin starts walking up the stairs, his eyes heavy with sadness, "I must have failed, if muggles still hate witches and wizards this much." He sighs as he joins Harry on the top of the stairs. "Let us find you a room, I am sure you can sort out everything tomorrow." Merlin quietly states, still distracted by his thoughts.

"Where is a spare room?" Harry asked to the stunned women as she shakily pointed to a white door a few feet away. Merlin and Harry entered the room, it was a basic room. A bed with clean sheets against the wall, a night stand beside the bed, a closet tucked away in the corner. Harry closed the door behind them as they started to ward the room against entry and noise. Harry started to yawn as he sat on the bed looking at Merlin "Where are you going to sleep?" Harry asked hoping he wasn't going to claim the bed. "I don't think I will be here that long" Merlin replied as pieces in his mind started to come together. Merlin eyes glazed over as he had a faraway look in his eyes and began to smile. "Lay down Harry, I know why I am here." Merlin cut open the palm of his hand as Harry started to lay on the bed, "I failed what I wanted to accomplish, but I think, I was never the one that was supposed to achieve it." Merlin said as blood dripped down his hand. "I wanted to achieve peace for magicals, by uniting them together, so they no longer burn at the stake or flee from their homes. Everything I have done for you, I order you to finish the task I have failed." Merlin finished as his blood dripped into Harry's mouth. Harry's eyes rolled into his head and his body began to shake as Merlin watched "this will help you achieve our goals young Harry." Merlin's voice drifted from the room as he disappeared, back to his own time.