Merlin's Coven

Merlin’s Coven

Chapter 12

“Wait! What of Draco?” Hermione walked briskly through the soft green grass to catch up with the man that looked like Draco, but called himself Merlin. The man kept walking, intent on reaching the others.

“Merlin! I command that you answer me this instant!” Hermione narrowed her eyes, clutching her son to her bosom. Merlin paused as if considering her demands. He finally relented and turned back. He gripped Hermione firmly by the shoulder, looked into her eyes and spoke.

“This Draco? He is your heart?” Hermione nodded, fighting back tears. “He died, so that I may live.”

“But I thought…When I saw him in the grass…He knew me. I felt him with his kiss,” Hermione murmured.

“If that is so, then do not let your heart be troubled by such matters.” Merlin let go of Hermione and turned to leave. She clutched onto his cloak though and refused to let him go.

“Please! Is my husband dead?” Hermione dropped her chin and she could no longer hold the tears back. They fell from her face like the soft pattering spring rain that anointed them now as they stood in the lush new foliage. Merlin shrugged, turning back to see the others staring at him. There was much to be done. He could see that Hermione took no comfort from his words, so he reached from within and found the words.

“Granger?”

Hermione shot her head up. “There’s time for this later.” Merlin winked at her and then continued on. Hermione smiled and followed him. Harry was comforting Cho, who was sobbing uncontrollably. Merlin knelt at her side and laid his firm hands upon her head. Cho struggled but Merlin held steadfast.

“Let the white waves wash over your body. May the tides carry your sorrow away forever.” Merlin removed his hands from Cho’s head and the flow of tears ceased. Harry looked down in shock to see that her foot had healed itself completely. Her scratches and grime and blood smeared contusions were all but gone.

“Harry? What am I doing here?” Before Harry could respond though the forest sprite arrived out of breath.

“No, it can’t be! Worth? But…you died in the fire,” Ron said. Merlin chuckled loudly upon hearing this. He clapped the little sprite on the back as if happy to see him.

“I am a forest sprite. Forest fires are our natural enemy. I simply put the fire out as I would any combustible force,” Worth said as if perturbed at Ron’s doubt.

“Well, I’m bloody happy to see you anyways. I thought I let you die.”

“Worth!” Merlin commanded. The forest sprite bowed.

“Merlin? So long it has been,” Worth said bowing deeply, his little wings flapping wildly behind him.

“Tell me of their numbers.”

“They have converged on the school. The witches and wizards are making a stand. His army is three thousand strong master!” You could have heard a pin drop, for all of the coven members jaws dropped. It was Wood that finally spoke up.

“We can’t bloody fight against an army of that size.”

“This is Merlin, Oliver! He is the greatest sorcerer to ever live. If he says that we can defeat Voldemort and his army, then fight we will!” Professor Lupin said, bowing on one knee to Merlin.

“You may not feel as such afterwards, my brother,” Merlin said with a chuckle, but Lupin remained on bended knee. Whispers of doubt began to fill the ears of Merlin as the coven members discussed their own doom.

“Hear me now!” Merlin raised his arms above his head. “You have fought well my brothers and sisters. But we must fight again. An evil of immeasurable force lurks within the hearts and minds of all who have suffered under his wrath. Fear is his greatest weapon. So I ask of you today, to cast off your fear and rise to your true potential.”

“We can’t fight an army of three thousand. Bravery alone cannot defeat Voldemort and his army!” Harry said looking directly into Merlin’s eyes.

“By the time this day is over you will eat those words. You will beg me for forgiveness for ever doubting me,” Merlin said to Harry Potter. “I let you know now, that I carry no malice in my heart towards you. Yet, still, you will beg my forgiveness, and you are forgiven.” Harry rolled his eyes but then quickly turned away when he saw the depth of Merlin’s conviction.

“Merlin, sir. How will we defeat Voldemort and his minions?” Ginny stepped forward and gave an impromptu curtsey.

“Are you willing to fight?” Merlin asked.

“Yes, sir. I will fight just as the men. I may be a girl, but I have the heart of a warrior.” Tonks and Pansy and Lavender all stepped forward as well at this and bowed their heads in reverence.

“We will all fight for you,” Tonks replied. “Just show us the way. We are but your humble servants.We seek only your guidance.”

“Is this the consensus of the coven?” Merlin asked. He smiled when every head, some more reluctant hen others, nodded in agreement. “Good. His numbers are too strong though. So we will need a little help.”

Merlin lazily waved his hand in the air and suddenly a popping noise could be heard echoing through the forest. The coven looked on as all of the remaining trunks opened. Blue plumes of smoke and light floated above the trunks and then the coven members eyes grew wide as their bodies became a vacuum, sucking the blue smoke into their bodies. Lupin was the first to notice the change. Merlin knelt in front of Lupin and grasped his hands in his own.

“Who are you?” Lupin gazed into Merlin’s eyes and struggled to find the answer. Who was he indeed? He was Remus Lupin, yet he was…No? Was this possible? Before he had the chance to form his words they were spewing from his mouth.

“I am Sir Lancelot, Knight of the Round Table. Merlin, it has been too long! Where is Arthur?” Merlin smiled. “Why did I say that?” Lupin now said in a state of confusion. He felt strange, as if he coexisted with two entities residing within his one self.

“I am Galahad, yet…I’m Ron Weasley.” Harry looked on in utter shock at what he was seeing. He took his glasses off and cleaned them, sure that he was not seeing what he thought he was seeing. The coven, including all of the women but Hermione had all become knights of the famed Round Table from King Arthur’s court, yet Arthur himself was nowhere to be found.

“We will fight together in battle once more! Come, let us mount our attack. Time grows short. Let your swords and your weapons be your guiding light tonight. May the seeing eye protect us from our enemies!” Merlin craned his neck to the maiden Ganieda, who stood close by watching with glee in her heart.

“I shall sorely miss you, my sister. The time is now. Be our seeing eyes once more.” Ganieda bowed to her brother and then she too disappeared into a plume of sparkling white smoke.

“What’s happening to me? Draco? I’m scared!” Hermione laid the baby down in the soft grass and the little forest sprite laid a hand on her shoulder, assuring that it was all okay and that he would care for the baby. Merlin bent down and whispered in her ear.

“You are the seeing eye. We cannot fight this battle without you. Take my hand Granger.” Draco’s words were comforting and Hermione trusted him. She took his hand. She could feel the power emanating from the man that was Merlin, yet was also Draco. The tenderness of Draco was there, yet the raw and bottled up power of Merlin was also there.

“The seeing eye will guide you in battle! Now let us defeat the evil that awaits us! Let the battle commence!” Merlin shouted with fervor and intensity and the coven raised their weapons into the air and then, with a wave of his hands and a blink of an eye they were standing at the edge of the Forbidden Forest by the lake.

Harry was nervously clutching his wand, while the others called one another Lancelot and Galahad and Gaiwan, Kay and many of the names Harry had only read about in books. They were brave and fierce and they fought like they had battled for their entire lives, swinging their swords and weapons with such fluid grace that each coven member was defeating three of their enemies at a time.

Voldemort had assembled a mass army of goblin’s and giants, werewolves and vampires. The mass numbers though, were not of anything living. The Inferi, or the walking dead, clawed and bit at teachers and students, preventing them from fighting off their attackers. Many good witches and wizards had fallen and as Harry Potter fought with his wand in hand, bolts of red shooting from his phoenix feather wand, he wondered how they would ever defeat Voldemort and his army. He had never seen such numbers. Death Eaters with their silver skull masks descended upon the coven. Harry wanted one person though and one person only. Voldemort. He scanned the darkness for the beast of his dreams, the murderer of his parents and suddenly his fear melted away.

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Hermione couldn’t explain how she could see it, but she could see everything as if her mind had become a giant crystal ball. A Death Eater was waiting for Ron behind a rock by the lake and Hermione warned him in her mind. Ron heard her and pivoted on his feet just in time to slice the Death Eater’s head clean off. She only briefly turned her attentions to Merlin himself, who was taking down a hundred at a time of the maniacal inferi, with his arms raised and balls of lightning and fire shooting from his fingertips. The inferi fell and burned as the coven fought their way towards the school, where a stand off was taking place. Hermione could see The Order defending The Great Hall and she instructed the coven to fight heir way to the Great Hall, for the Order would not hold them for long. Wood and George and Zabini all fought like well oiled machines. Hermione alerted them to a minion of vampires that crept up upon them from the trees and together the three knights impaled the undead, through their lifeless hearts, ending their immortal lives.

“Merlin, look out!” Hermione called out and Merlin, who was fighting off a pack of werewolves with his supreme magic, spun on his feet to see Voldemort himself descending upon him, the body of a giant serpent, with mouth wide open aiming straight for Merlin’s head. Hermione watched in horror as Voldemort’s huge snake like fangs unhitched its jaw and clamped down upon Merlin’s body. Hermione raised her hands to her mouth. It may have been Merlin fighting Voldemort, but it looked like the husband she loved more then life itself, her beautiful Draco, that was being attacked by the snake that Voldemort had turned himself into. Her worry was dismissed though, when Merlin turned himself into a mongoose. The mongoose, being the predatory enemy of the cobra, was attacking the snake with its agility and speed of attack. When Merlin’s mongoose finally captured the snake by the neck, Voldemort turned himself back into the twisted and snarled form that was his own.

“The Great Merlin himself! How thoughtful of you to come today. Now, we can lay to rest the age old question of who the Greatest Sorcerer of all times, really is!”

“I’ve fought worse then you Tom Riddle. You are nothing but common vermin, that invades the villagers grain, poisoning it with your feces.”

“How dare you insult me!” Voldemort flicked his wand and sent a large fire serpent Merlin’s way. Merlin waved his hand and the mongoose returned, this time taking the form of water and dousing the fire serpent out.

“Serpent again? Is that all you have for me?” Merlin laughed and Voldemort hissed, his anger boiling over and then a pack of vicious bats were flying at Merlin, their beady eyes and their sharp teeth baring down on him as hundreds of bats descended upon Merlin. Merlin’s hands shot into the air, just as the bats began to nip and bite at his skin. Suddenly the bats were transformed into fireflies and Merlin was cloaked in soft glowing yellow light.

“You are weak Tom Riddle. You are no match for me,” Merlin called out and Voldemort sneered at the greatest sorcerer to ever live and then fled, flying through the air. Hermione watched as Merlin’s face was overcome with worry. She followed his gaze and now she could see Voldemort bearing down on a frightened group of first years, who stood huddled together near the castle entrance, their paths blocked by sparring Death Eaters. Merlin turned himself into a great eagle and flew towards the scene.

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Harry was on his own now. The coven had forced their way towards the school, killing all in their path. Harry found himself surrounded by werewolves. He recognized one of them as being Fenir Greyback, a particular nasty werewolf. He shot bolts from his wand but one in the pack of wolves, scraped its claws against his ankles and Harry fell backwards. He was in the Black Lake now and as he sunk into the murky depths he could see Greyback snarling at the waters edge, waiting for Harry Potter to resurface. Harry held his breath and rose to the surface, taking one last gasping breath as great paws swiped at him from the shore. He raised his wand above the water, intent on casting the killing curse at Fenir Greyback when something grabbed him from below. Grindylows, Harry thought to himself. They were dragging him downwards and this time he didn’t have any of that rubbery plant life, called gillyweed, to help him breath, like he did in his fourth year during the triwizard tournament. He was going to drown. He couldn’t believe that his life had amounted to this. While Merlin’s Coven fought to protect the students from Voldemort’s forces, Harry Potter fell into The Black Lake and was going to drown to death. The grindylows were swarming him now, pulling him deeper and deeper into the lake. He touched the bottom and he felt like his limbs were now being ripped from his body. His head grew dizzy from lack of oxygen. He would succumb within moments. He closed his eyes and resigned himself to the fact that he was gong to die. He thought of Sirius Black and Dumbledore, and his Mum and Dad and he smiled to himself, knowing that he was going see them soon. He failed and many would die. To this passing notion Harry began to struggle again. Would Merlin defeat Voldemort? What did Merlin mean that he would apologize to him before the day was out? He was dying now. So much for Merlin’s great foresight. Did that mean that Merlin would lose to Voldemort? His thoughts were fleeting though and Harry felt the life draining from his body quickly

Her lips were not soft. They were cold and hard, but her kiss breathed life into Harry, as his lungs filled with oxygen and his eyes sprang open. Light nearly blinded him and he found himself staring into the beautiful face of a mermaid. Her blonde hair flayed in the water, caressing his chest and arms. His body tingled and she pressed her life giving kiss into him once more. She was now pulling him from the blackness of the bottom of the lake. His head bobbed above the surface and Harry took a great heaving breath of air. He rubbed his eyes and peered towards the castle. A maelstrom of magical light and flashes lit up the sky. Merlin was having a showdown against Voldemort, as screams rang out, wafting into Harry Potter’s ears.

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Voldemort was hiding like a coward behind the first year students now, his wand pressed against one frightened boy’s neck.

“You underestimate me Merlin!” Voldemort shouted.

“Let the boy go and fight me! It’s me you want. You want to prove that you are better then me, so have at it! Let the boy go and fight me. I am your only competition. Surely you aren’t challenged by anyone else. You need to beat me, remember?”

“I was better then Dumbledore! I can beat you too!”

“Yes, yes, though I don’t believe it was you who killed Dumbledore, was it? Such a shame a great sorcerer as yourself, has to have others do your dirty work.”

“Yes, …” Voldemort said. A wicked sneer crossed over his face as if something had suddenly occurred to him. Merlin stalked closer to where Voldemort stood, wand still on the boy and his claw like hand holding onto a small girl’s shoulder. Merlin couldn’t chance hurting the children. He could see out of his peripheral vision that the coven was drawing closer as they fought against Death Eaters now.

“You made a fatal mistake Merlin.” With this Voldemort knelt down and grabbed one of his fallen and dying Death Eaters arms. He rolled up the sleeve of his black cloak to reveal the Dark Mark on the dying man’s arm. He stuck his wand into the mark, stabbing it in and Merlin felt his arm burn. He rolled his sleeve up, to see that the serpent was moving and glowing green and black. It burned, but Merlin endured the pain. “You see, you took the body of one of my servants. Draco, was never a very good Death Eater, but he was and is still under my control. Had you picked anyone else I admit, I may not have been able to defeat you Merlin. You are strong and I am not so out of touch as to not be able to admit that.”

“What makes you so sure that you control Draco?” Merlin said. Hermione ran for the castle at this. No longer would she stand back by the forest and guide the coven. She felt a heaviness in her heart and she knew Draco was in trouble. Her breathing was ragged as she pushed on past the warring armies.

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“Do I need to show you how it is I know that Draco is still mine?” Voldemort craned his neck and motioned to one of the Death Eaters that was fighting close by. The man was reluctant to come to Voldemort but Voldemort tapped the dying Death Eaters arm once more and the masked man fell to his knees before Voldemort.

“Take off your mask my slave,” he commanded the man. Merlin watched as the man removed his mask. He gasped when he saw who it was. Lucius Malfoy gave a quick glance in Merlin’s direction and then buried his eyes in the ground at Voldemort’s feet.

“Draco, I love you. Take care of your mother and tell her that I love her. Don’t let him win Draco!” Were Lucius’s last words. He closed his eyes, knowing what was coming next and resigned himself to the fact that he would die for his sins.

“Avada Kedavra!” Green light shot from Voldemort’s wand and Lucius slumped into stillness, his eyes open and a cold dead stare piercing through Draco’s heart. Merlin fell to his knees.

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“ ‘arry, is that you? Blimey Harry. What you doing in the lake at a time like this? Not a great time for a swim, now is it?” Hagrid pulled Harry from The Black Lake, and cradled the soggy and shivering boy in his hulking arms.

“What on earth? Will ye look at that!” Hagrid turned Harry around and Harry found himself staring into the face of the mermaid once again. She hovered above the lake, yellow light illuminating her soft blonde hair. Her scales on her fin were silver and green and they shone in the lustrous yellow light above the now peaceful waters of the lake. Something rose from the lake at that and Harry’s eyes fell upon the glinting light of a silver sword. The handle had egg sized ruby jewels gleaming upon it.

“Take the sword and finish what you have started Harry Potter. Free us all. Come take the sword of Gryffindor, Harry Potter.” The mermaid began to sing, her siren’s song beckoning Harry to come to her. Hagrid let go of him, but shouted a warning not to trust the merpeople, but Harry knew that he could trust her. He stepped back into the lake and was surprised when his feet did not sink, but rather lapped at the surface as if he was standing in the shallow water of a shower. He glided across the lake with ease, walking on the top of the water and when he finally reached the sword, he scratched his head when he noticed that the sword of Gryffindor was buried a foot deep in a large boulder in the center of the lake. He laid his hand upon the sword, contemplating his next move when a blue puff of smoke rose from the lake around him and suddenly, Harry felt a jolt as the smoke was sucked into him. There was now a voice in his head.

“This has all happened before, and it will all happen again. The pieces of the chess game may have changed, but the game is still the same.”

“Who are you?” Harry spoke to the voice that was all around him and residing from within himself.

“You know who I am.” Harry gulped. He did know who he was. He could remember everything now. Who he was, who the man inside him was. It all made sense. He had seen this before.

“You pulled Excalibur from the stone. You are, I am… King Arthur of Camelot, King of the Britons!” Harry shouted and then he heard the voice of Arthur urging him on. Harry pulled the sword of Gryffindor from the stone as the mermaid sunk back into the dark murky waters of the lake. With renewed strength of conviction, Harry Potter charged towards the castle with a shocked Hagrid, panting along his side, the sword gleaming like a beacon for all to see and fall to.

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“Father!” The Draco side of Merlin was taking over. Seeing his father die at Voldemort’s hands was not anticipated. Merlin allowed Draco to emerge and Draco knew that he was doing so purposely, though he didn’t know why. Sharing the same brain with Merlin was an intimidating experience. Merlin was so confidant, so assured, so strong , the magic coursing through his blood, a sensation Draco didn’t think he could ever control.

“Come Draco. Join me and let’s finish what we started here. I forgive you for failing to kill Dumbledore.” Draco felt the pull to follow Voldemort. Voldemort stabbed his wand into the injured Death Eaters dark mark again and Draco felt an insurmountable pain ricochet through his entire body. Where had Merlin gone? He was buried somewhere deep inside Draco and Draco shouted at the greatest sorcerer to ever live to come forward once again and to help him. He couldn’t do this alone. He could still feel the magic coursing through his veins, so he knew Merlin was there. What did his silence mean? He found himself being pulled towards Voldemort the pain his arm dwindling, the closer he got to Voldemort.

“Yes, yes, forever my servant Draco. Come and we will join forces. We will wipe out all the mudbloods first and then we will take on the entire world together Draco!” Voldemort was cackling and kissing, enthralled with the idea that he had beaten the undefeatable Merlin and that he could do no wrong now.

“Draco,no! No Draco!” Hermione ran towards Draco. She stood now, between Draco and Voldemort. Draco stopped his progression and stared at Hermione. Visions of their first time making love and of her warm kisses and tender touch, filled Draco’s mind. He stepped backwards, but then Voldemort was stabbing the dark mark again and he felt the pull towards the Dark Lord. “Draco you paid with you life! You died to save our baby. Draco, your past sins have been wiped clean. You paid the ultimate price, Draco! Merlin never could have entered your mind if you hadn’t paid your debt. You were innocent, just like our son. Draco, he’s clouding your mind. You died for us Draco! Voldemort killed you! He doesn’t care for you! I love you Draco! I love you, please Draco!” Hermione shouted and then her heartfelt sobs filled his ears. He saw movement under Voldemort’s cloak and then his wand being raised at his wife.

“Avada—“

“No!” Draco raised his hand and with all of Merlin’s magic, Voldemort was thrown back into the air. His body smacked hard against the side of the castle where Draco held him there, his hand outstretched, pinning the Dark Lord against the bricks, the force of his strength crushing him to death. Hermione ran into Draco’s arms.

“I love you so much Draco.” He kissed her and his hand fell around her waist, their passion taking over as Draco kissed Hermione like it was their first kiss. She was crying tears of joy, whispering how she thought she had lost him. When they broke apart, they saw Harry Potter standing next to them, the sword of Gryffindor glowing in his hand. Everyone stopped fighting around them. Molly and Arthur Weasley and Lupin and Tonks and Ginny and Wood and Ron and Neville and Blaise and Pansy and Lavender and all of them, stood silently watching in awe as Voldemort struggled to his feet. Harry lunged forward and Voldemort cast the killing curse, the green light from his wand, causing a spray of green and gold sparks to bounce off Harry’s sword as he pushed closer and closer with his body. He struggled for each step and when Draco saw Harry’s strength beginning to waiver he pointed his finger at Voldemort’s wand and then in one swift motion, he threw his arm backwards and Voldemort’s wand flew from his hand and burst into flames, turning red with heat and then crumbling to ash as the cool beeze took it away. Voldemort cowered now.

“Please, Harry Potter. Don’t kill me. I’ll go to Azkaban. Please.” Harry considered it for a moment, dropping his sword on Voldemort ever so slightly, but then he remembered the prophecy. Neither could live while the other survives. Voldemort was all that was left of the horcrux’s, or so he thought. Voldemort’s eyes deviated and Harry followed his gaze. Lucius’s wand lay still on the ground next to his body. All at once, the wand flew to Voldemort’s hand as Harry Potter plunged the sword into Voldemort’s cold heart. Voldemort choked on his own blood. The blood gurgled in his throat. His face was contorted in a twisted sneer as the life finally left his body. He sagged, face down on the ground next to the castle.

Harry dropped to his knees and felt the life draining from his body. He was only vaguely aware that Cho Chang was hovering over him, her tears, like droplets of rain sprinkling his face with their salty essence, her pleads falling on deaf ears.

“Wake up Harry. As your King I command you to rise.” Harry could hear Arthur’s voice in his mind.

“I can’t. It’s so dark here. I can’t find my way back,” Harry said to the voice of Arthur.

“Follow the light. Do you see me? I’m in the light.” Harry moved through the darkness of the recesses of his mind and there, as Arthur promised, was a light ahead. He followed the light. It became brighter and when he found himself before a great knight wearing a crown and holding a sword in his hand he knelt before him.

“Do not kneel before me. You saved Britain today. I should kneel before you.” Harry stood up at that and reached out to shake the hand of man he had only read about in books.

“Are you really Arthur? Is that Excalibur?” Harry asked.

“Yes, and it is. Are you really Harry Potter?” Arthur smiled.

“One for the history books I guess,” Harry laughed and Arthur chuckled, the two men held each other around the wrists and took turns clapping each other on the back and congratulating each other and then suddenly Harry found himself back at Hogwarts. When he opened his eyes, he saw giant plumes of blue smoke around all of the coven members.

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Somewhere in the forest, the trunks were locked shut tightly.

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“I think he’s hungry and I believe I have found my new home,” Worth was hovering in the air by Draco and Hermione, holding their infant son in his arms tenderly. He passed Hermione the baby and flitted away.

“Wait! Will we ever see you again?” Draco asked. The little forest thought about it and then with a lopsided grin, replied.

“I will most definitely see him again.” The forest sprite chuckled and flew into the Forbidden Forest, where Draco thought he caught sight of another strange creature that looked very much like Worth. He wrapped his arm’s around his wife and child and hugged them as those around them dealt with the aftermath of the battle.

Harry Potter approached the happy family and looked at Draco oddly. He then stared into the child’s eyes and found recognition. He bent and whispered into the baby’s ear.

“You were right. I am sorry I doubted you. Please forgive me.” Draco looked down at his forearm and shot Hermione a flashy smile. He held his arm out and the Dark Mark was gone. No longer would he have to look at that terrible reminder of his past. He was truly cleansed. He made his way to his father’s lifeless body and cradled Lucius’s head in his arms. Draco wept openly for the first time in his life. Behind his grief though, was hope. Hope for a future. Hope for everyone’s futures.

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Two years later…

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“Just a little more paint and this place will sparkle!” Hermione said with her hands on her hips. She and Draco were finally moving into their own place. It was a quaint little cottage in the woods. Draco was busily mulling about the yard cleaning up the fallen sticks when he heard Hermione scream. He threw the door to the cottage open and bolted up the stairs, skipping two stairs at a time. He rounded the corner into the nursery, where he knew Hermione was painting a mural, to find his wife on a ladder holding their son,Merlin. As she tried to climb back down, the child saw Daddy standing in the doorway. The little toddler held out his hands to Draco.

“Dada!” Hermione lost her footing and as Draco ran to catch her, he knew he wasn’t going to make it. Draco lunged and missed and his body smacked hard against the floorboards. Lying on his stomach, he looked around, expecting to find his wife and child laid out on the floor and injured. He rolled over on his back finally and looked up. There was Hermione, cradling Merlin in her arms ten feet in the air, just floating leisurely. Merlin was pointing to the walls where Hermione had painted a replica of Camelot and King Arthur’s court. The little boy seemed to be particularly fascinated by the depiction of Merlin wielding a staff and wearing a red cloak.

“Did you do that?” Draco asked.

Hermione shook her head, no, and then pointed to their son.

Suddenly the rain began to fall and Hermione moaned.

“Bollocks. I was hoping for sun today. I needed to open the windows to let the paint dry in here. These walls are never going to dry with all this rain.”

“I want sun too Mama.” Draco plucked the child from the air and took him to the window.

“Can you make the sun come out Merlin?” The toddler nodded and waved his tiny hand at the window.

“Draco, honestly, his name may be Merlin, but its just coincidence. He’s a wizard, that’s all. Both you and I were always the best in our class. It makes sense that we should have a magical son.”

“Really? Were you ever able to make the rain stop?” Draco pointed out the window. Hermione sauntered over to the window, droplets of paint sprinkled her face and hair and she looked out. It was a bright sunny day, with not a cloud in the sky. The family made their way outside into the yard. It was so shady around the house, that no grass could grow. Hermione laid a blanket down and the family sat down on it. Draco and Hermione mulled over all the work they needed to do to their new cottage until Draco could take it no more. Draco leaned Hermione back on the blanket and kissed her passionately. She never got tired of Draco’s kisses. He was her everything and with their son and the new house, they were finally able to enjoy a real family life together.

“I love you Granger,”

“I love you to Malfoy.” They kissed again and then they felt little hands crawling over top of them.

“I made a present for you.” Merlin said laying flat on Draco’s back. They both laughed at seeing the little tike peep his head over their shoulders. When they sat up, they were surprised to see that the once barren and stick covered yard was now blossoming with exotic flowers. Soft green grass lay at their feet and even a strawberry bush full of ripe berries lay nestled at their feet.

“Was I bad Mummy?” Merlin said and Hermione hugged her little boy.

“No, you are a very good little boy and Mummy and Daddy love you.” Draco kissed the little tot on the head and then with a smirk raised his eyebrow.

“Do you think you could make the house a little bigger? Maybe a couple house elves too?” The little boy nodded and smiled before waving his hand again.

The End

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Review!?

So I hope you liked it. It’s really a huge undertaking to try to tie up all of the loose ends Jk Rowling set out there through the 7 book series. I’m sure I missed quite a few, but I can only do so much in a little story like this. That being said, I loved writing this little fic, and hope you enjoyed it!