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Heir to the Throne	By : Kaya_Winn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12341 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Heir to the Throne

Chapter 32

Merlin's Staff

Harry groaned as he blinked his eyes open, for a moment wondering what was going on, what had happened, and why nothing felt injured despite feeling the slickness of blood underneath him. He was floating, floating on nothing but dreams and vague memories that Harry wasn't sure he wanted to remember, or thoughts half formed. Looking around he tried to breathe easily, finding he couldn't, and then realizing he didn't have to. Looking around, uncertain which was was up or down, unable to orient himself into the purely white area that was somewhat making his eyes hurt. Up, down, left, right...there was no such thing in the empty, blank space he now accompanied.

"Harry Potter." The voice was all things from the steady earth of the land, to the free air of the sky. Caressing and threatening, and as old as time itself. But who was Harry Potter?

"You are Harry Potter, and it is not your time child. Take a breath, open your mouth. BREATHE!" He didn't know the voice, but it was the same as before, when he had almost drowned... that was it. He was dead. He opened his mouth, struggled to make his breathing even as he took in the much needed air, his lungs filling with the air that was as sweet as candy for him in that moment. Coughing hard as his world began to spin widely around him, suddenly everything went sideways, before it righted itself. He was laying on the glass, his entire body on fire and in agony, blinking slowly as a massive face leaned over him, the whiskered jowls giving away the identity of the dragon leaning over him.

Harry roared, in both fury and pain as he grabbed the sword and swung at the nearest yellow slitted eye, the dragon yanking it's head back and roaring with laughter as it snapped it's massive paw out and grabbed harry by the shoulder to stop his swings. Harry's scream rose in level, becoming a fierce battle cry as he realized he had lost, the dragon had won, and all hope was lost. Well, not yet. He would not make this easy. Snarling in rage he kicked wildly, determined to kill the beast and take the Staff of Merlin, his efforts only making the dragon roar in laughter again.

"So, dying once is not enough for you?"The dragon demanded, the words so amused that Harry paused in his kicking to stare at the beast, the voice finally making the correct connections. It was the same voice that had called him back from death, twice now. "Do you understand now, mister Potter? Seeker of Merlin's staff and Merlin's heir?"

Harry stared at the beast as he turned over the facts in his abused brain, too astonished to speak for a moment. "You're Merlin! You're...you're Merlin! You're the one that made me live through my family and friend's deaths, the one that brought my dead loved ones back to me....and you KILLED me!"

"Well, in all fairness, you DID stab me through the brain, I didn't mean to actually kill you." The dragon admitted, his body shifting, the light refracting across the sand-glass, the dragon's form shrinking and becoming the glowing spectral image of Merlin, more eerie because of the image being reflected over and over in glass. A small smile was on Merlin's face as he offered the other his hand, Harry grabbed it and stood, shocked to realize that the pain of his body was gone.

"What was the point of all this? Why do all this?"

"There are many peoples whose hearts are filled with greed and desire. A heart that is impure is filled with cowardice, and runs at the first sign of trouble. Only someone who truly needs me and my staff would make it through all the challenges, only someone with a need, an honest reason, would be able to make it past a fight to the death. You went through all that, to prove that you deserve to hold the staff until the Heir is found." Merlin said as he stepped over to the door behind him, pushed it open, and picked up the long staff. The brilliant gleaming wood was carved and polished, topped with a crystal that shimmered softly despite the only light being from Merlin himself.

"This staff, is the very key to finding my Heir." Merlin explained, turning back to look at Harry who blinked. "The staff will react when my Heir holds it, and says 'I am the Heir of Merlin.' You will know when you have found Merlin's Heir." He promised with a smile, setting the staff into Harry's hands, the boy swallowing hard, suddenly nervous as his hands tightened on the smooth, somewhat warm wood. It didn't look like much, but he could feel the power thrumming through it, he could feel the massive stores of magic within the fragile looking wood, sleeping until it was woken by the right hands and words.

"I wont let you down." Harry promised the ancient wizard. "I'll find your Heir, I'll find them and I will fix the problems that Dumbledore started." He added shaking his head as he carefully shrank the staff and set it in his wand holster before pausing, his eyes narrowing. "Before I forget....why the no magic thing?"

"Like said before Harry, this is the crossroads between life and death, one of them anyways. It is how the souls of your loved ones were able to materialize, and how I am able to guard my staff, long after my death. Death magic is too strong for life magic to work at the crossroads." Merlin admitted.

Harry bowed to the ancient wizard before straightening. "I give you my thanks, Lord Merlin. I have learned a great many things here today." And he had lessened the terrible guilt that had stained his soul, easing the chains he set upon himself. He smiled at the greatest wizard in history, and turned ready to leave.

“Wait!” Merlin growled looking amused. “Merlin's staff, you have found and obtained, but Excalibur is still missing.” Harry paused and blinked at Merlin.

“Why do I need to find Excalibur?” he asked looking startled, his head tilted Merlin sighing a little.

“No one knows anything anymore.” he complained softly. “Two heirs must be found, for Magic to have balance. One, the Heir of Merlin keeps the Magic healthy and strong. The other, Arthur's Heir, controls those who use magic, so that they do not misuse the magic that they control. It is a balance between magic and those who use it that must be unified in order for everything to be healthy.” Merlin explained smiling a little as Harry blinked, astonished. "Just as their is death in life, there must be control in chaos."

“So, in order to save the magical world I need Merlin's heir, And Arthur's Heir?” Harry asked, stunned. “Along with Merlin's staff and Excalibur!?” He demanded, groaning a little. “This gets harder and harder,” he complained before smiling at Merlin, “but I already found Arthur's Heir. I think, anyway... he might still be your Heir. I'll know for sure when he holds the staff.”

“I will find Excalibur, I will hold it, and I will fix magic.” He solemnly promised, and Merlin nodded.

“Where the Sword is, I do not know.” He admitted shaking his head. “But Arthur's Heir will have the clues you need to find it, even if he doesn't know it.”

“Thank you, Great Merlin.” Harry chirped happily. “I will go and find the sword, and keep looking for Merlin's Heir.”

“He is closer than you might think, Harry Potter. Your path is now safe, go in peace.” Merlin stated, Harry bowing to the other before leaving, moving through the now empty and still rooms, stepped out of the dark caves and into the night. Startled to find Thenton waiting next to a small fire, the rest of the pack gone. Yet, Thenton had stayed, waiting for Harry to emerge.

"Harry!"Thenton yelled, rushing to Harry when the boy swayed, suddenly very dizzy and very exhausted, not to mention hungry. "Thank god! I was so sure you were dead! If you hadn't come out by morning, I was going to go in after you!" He growled, his voice that gravely tone of a dog warning a pup. Wincing as he caught the boy as he collapsed, he whined as he stuck his cold nose in Harry's ear.

"'S okay...just tired...'nd hungry...thirsty, too.." Harry admitted, wondering why he sounded like a toddler and why this had all struck him so suddenly.

"No doubt! You've been in that damn cave for almost 34 hours now." Thenton told him, pressing a glass to Harry's lips, the boy swallowed eagerly. "I'll go and get you something to eat. Rest, then we'll talk when you have recovered," he ordered, before racing off. Shifting into a wolf mid leap to go find some rabbit to cook up for the starving Boy-Who-Lived. Poor Harry couldn't believe that a day and a half had passed since he'd gone into the cave, it had only felt like a few hours, six at the most! He was suddenly very aware of the fact that his friends- not to mention his seraphim- were going to kill him for pulling such a stupid stunt without backup, no matter how well things turned out in the end.

Harry rested and ate his meal when Thenton brought it, the wolf apologizing for eating the food from his pack. Harry just shook his head, too amused and too tired to be annoyed about it, laying down and sleeping. Before getting woken up by the sounds of yelping and yelling. The yelping from Thenton and the yelling by....oh bloody hell.

"Draco?"Harry asked sleepily, sitting up and rubbing his eyes as he examined his lover, the Seraphim turning towards the savior with furious silver eyes, dropping the werewolf whom he'd been shaking.

"Harry. James. Potter. You. Are. In. Big. Trouble." Draco snarled, in his rage biting off each word as its own sentence, as he grabbed Harry by the collar and yanked him to his feet. But instead of the violent punch Harry had been expecting, he got a violent kiss. "You had me worried SICK! You're SO not getting laid for MONTHS!" He hissed kissing him again. "I am SO glad you are okay! So I can kick your ass!" Yet another kiss, as Harry burst into giggles as he wrapped his arms around Draco.

"I'm sorry love, I didn't know I was going to be gone for so long. I only expected to be gone part of the day." He admitted trying to look sad and contrite, and as pathetic as he could. "I got Merlin's staff though, and I made a new werewolf ally....does that count for anything?"

"....NO!" Draco hissed before kissing him again, Thenton chuckling a little as he got to his feet, informing them that he was going to go join his pack then see Harry in London. Harry grinned as he kissed Draco again, fluttering his eyelashes playfully at the other.

"Aw, love, you can't stay mad at me can you? I'm too cute and innocent to stay all pissed off at." He teased, smirking a little. "And I might even let you punish me...if you apparate us home,” he offered, his head tilted as Draco pondered that.

"Deal." The blond said, nodding as he flung Harry over his shoulder like a sack of grain, ignoring the indignant squeal as he gave the brunette's rear a firm smack before apparating them home. Wasting no time as he got around to 'punishing' his lover. Who enjoyed every minute of it.

Harry had expected to sleep in, but he was woken very abruptly in the morning, Yelping as he was hit with ice cold water, Harry shrieked as he blinked the water out of his eyes. Nearly whimpering as Bill glared at him, still holding the bucket that had contained the water.

"...You're pissed at me, too?" Harry asked sheepishly, making the red head snarl darkly. "I'll take that as a yes..."

"What the HELL were you thinking Harry!?" Bill demanded. "No way to find you, no way to know if you were alive or dead, no way to know when you were coming back, IF you were coming back!"

Harry winced at the man's growl, rubbing the back of his head as he sat up a little.

"I'm sorry Bill..I didn't realize it would take me so long..." He said biting his lip hard. "I...I saw Gin..." He admitted softly, glancing at him, the words making the man pause before his eyes narrowed.

"How was she?" Bill asked softly, knowing that Harry had to have seen her ghost.

"Good actually. She wasn't crazy anymore...She'd been be-spelled, the Ginny we've all known for the last few years wasn't the real Ginny. It was another personality forced into being through potions and spells." He told him, biting his lip. "I saw Cedric too. Lupin and Sirius." He paused, smiling slightly. "I...I saw my parents..."

Bill looked astonished, but then smiled. "And that made it all worth it I suppose?" He asked ruffling Harry's hair. "I expect the full story soon, but for now Devlin is waiting to yell at you, too, and poor Terrance is worried to death." Bill added, Harry nodding a little as he looked around for Draco, frowning when he realized the Seraphim was gone.

"He had to go back to school. He lied and said you were having another breakdown when he sensed you'd returned." Bill said, making the brunette nod. Harry felt a little disappointed, but was still pleased with the love making they'd had while Draco had the time. Getting to his feet and getting dressed, he ignored Bill rolling his eyes at his total lack of modesty before he left the room. Harry snickered a little as he headed into the library, where he knew Terrance would be getting tutoring from Devlin. The Elf took the boy's schooling very seriously.

"Harry!" Terrance yelled, leaping out of his chair and into Harry's arms, the Boy-Who-Lived barely had time to brace himself, and even then the impact drove a grunt from his chest. Wrapping his arms around Terrance, he gave him a tight hug, pressing a kiss to his hair. Terrance meanwhile had a stranglehold around Harry's neck, holding on as if he was afraid Harry would disappear if he let go.

"Easy Ter. I'm alright. I'm sorry I worried you, I didn't mean to be gone so long." He confessed sheepishly, smiling as Devlin who lifted a eyebrow.

"I presume you got what left to get?" The elf demanded as he held his hand out, Harry setting Terrance down and pulling the staff out of his pocket. Unshrinking it, he handed it over to Devlin, letting the Elf examine it. He quickly became amused as the man's eyes grew large as he realized it really was Merlin's Staff.

"Terrance, take the staff and hold it tight." Harry ordered calmly. He just had to make sure that Terrance wasn't the heir. He had to be certain. Terrance sighed, but accepted the staff from Devlin, gripping it tight before he looked at Harry. "Now say, "I am the Heir of Merlin.', if you are the heir, it will react." He explained.

Terrance nodded his understanding, taking a deep calming breath. "I am the Heir of Merlin!" He stated in a loud self assured voice, Harry holding his breath as he waited for something...anything to happen, sighing when the staff didn't even spark. "Sorry, Harry..." Terrance muttered softly, offering it back to harry who smiled and shook his head.

"No, Ter, it's fine. I knew you weren't, I just wanted to make sure." He confided taking the staff back and shrinking it again, tucking it into his pocket before he smiled at the boy. "So how is your schooling going?"

"Terrible! Devlin is soooo mean! Tell him I need a break." Terrance whined as Harry lifted a eyebrow.

"How long have you been learning for?" Harry demanded, crossing his arms.

"Oh...well...er...a hour?" Terrance muttered sheepishly as Harry nodded.

"Uh-huh. That's what I thought. Learn some more." Harry ordered chuckling a little as he shook his head before heading off to finish his nap before starting the next stage. Informing the world that he had found, the one and only Staff of Merlin, and the Heir of Arthur.

By nightfall he had everything read, had sent letters to most of the papers in the wizarding world, making a special invitation just for Rita Skeeter, who was still jobless because of Hermione's threats. But Harry still had uses for her, and therefore he would use her as he willed. He dressed himself up as Lord Fox, smirking as he settled the mask into place and turned to look at the boy watching him dress.

"Are you sure you want to get involved in this?" Harry asked his little brother, his head tilted. "It's going to be dangerous, very dangerous. It might be easier with you, but we don't need you." He promised, making the boy smile wider. Terrance himself was dressed in his best clothes, fine silk and a nice cloak/cape.

"I want to go. I want to help in every way that I can!" Terrance declared, "I want to help make Magic right again!" Suddenly, he smirked at Harry, and started to tease him."Besides, I'm going to get involved anyway remember? You wanted me to teach you and your friends wandless and natural magic."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. We'll have to get that started soon, I think during the summer months, so we don't have to sneak in and out of school. Can't have Dumbledore wising up to us." He acknowledged, glancing at Devlin who nodded, smirking as he turned to Neville.

"Now, this is a six hour Polyjuice potion." The Elf explained calmly. "If Dumbledore shows up, take it and pretend to be a loopy, doped up Harry."

"Easy as pie." Neville promised as he nodded, smirking a little as he examined the potion. "How bad does it taste?"

"Terrible. Ready to go Harry?" Devlin asked as Neville pocketed the potion, smiling a little as the other two nodded. "Good, Terrance remember. Harry is..."

"Lord Fox, or Father." Terrance stated with a roll of his eyes. "I know, you've told me hundreds of times!" He finished in a slightly whiny tone, Devin smirking and nodding. Smiling a little, all three of the small group stepped through the fire and into the throng of reporters waiting for them, all of them held back by the hired Aurors that Devlin had asked to come and keep things as calm as possible.

Harry took the front position, Devlin, dressed in his finest Elvish warrior garb to his left, and Terrance, holding the staff of Merlin to his right, all of them watching the insane reporters who where all trying to ask him a question all at the same time. Harry wasted no time lifting his hand and calling for silence, the large crowd falling completely silent at the motion, breathless with anticipation and amazed at the level of power he had over them all and the amount of self confidence he had.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen.” Harry stated calmly, smiling smugly as the crowd leaned forward. “I have called you all here today, to inform you of a great thing. After I have made my announcement, I will answer a few questions,” he explained looking around at them all. “As you know, I have entered the war between the light, and the dark. Dumbledore, and Voldemort have, for the last several decades, ruled the wizarding world with no regard towards what they where doing to the magic that held it together. Magic is dying, my friends, and it is made clear by how weak our magic is today, and how many children of ours are born without magic. I have found a young boy, who can help us regain our own natural magic!” He declared triumphantly. “A boy not from here, but from Ireland, where magic is as free and strong as it was in the beginning of time! The way our magic should be.” He motioned Terrance forward, and the boy smiled as he stepped forward.

“My name is Terrance Pendragon, Heir to King Arthur, the once ruler of all the Britons.” Terrance explained, the crowd gasping in astonishment as they studied him. “In magic, there is no Light and Dark, no good and evil. Magic is only magic, it is how one uses it!” He explained. “Even the so called unforgivables you refuse to use, in my land are gifts. The Avada Kedavra used to end peoples lives when they will not make it, quickly and without pain. Like my father who was dying of Dragon Pox, suffering, and wishing for death.”

“The Cruciatus can bring life back to broken nerves because of the pain it causes, and the imperious can bring minds back from being lost.” He looked around at all of them. “You who use wands like it is the only way to use magic, and you who do not allow your children to use magic until they are eleven. Where I come from, magic is natural, and flows where it will, I was using magic when I was four years old, that, is normal, and natural. You call it accidental, I call it normal.” He smiled a little at all the astonished faces.

“And it is not just the language of Latin that magic is tied to! You could use English, Roman, Greek, Spanish, I even knew a boy who used nonsensical gibberish to cast spells!” He continued, the crowd murmuring and muttering nervously, uncertain how to take this as Terrance looked down at the staff in his hands. “This is the Staff of Merlin!” He declared, holding it above his head. “With this, we will find the Heir of Merlin, and he will fix Magic, make it strong again, and make us all the powerful, natural wizards and witches we were all meant to be!” He declared, Harry nodding.

“If, of course, that is the Heir's wish. I will not use someone to further my own goals.” He informed them, stroking Terrance's head. “Terrance is here, because he wants to be. He wants to help us, he wants us to be strong again, and not have to rely on people like Dumbledore to tell us what is right and wrong. We need to start thinking for ourselves! Learning for ourselves, recognizing right from wrong in our own way! Yes, there are wrongs in this world, murder, rape, kidnapping.... but why should someone go to a lifeless cell, filled with Dementors for the rest of their life, just because they uttered a wrong word? Why should they be expelled just because they used magic before they were of age? Is that what we want? To limit ourselves? To limit our magic? When something is not used, it fades away. Muscles, brain power, and yes, even magic.” He looked around at all the stunned and astonished faces.

“We're not asking anything of anyone.” Harry promised. “We only want what is right, and good, for everyone. We only want to let people know the truth, so they can make a decision for themselves, on who they want to support, how they want to live, and who they want in charge. Who here, even voted for the minister? No one of course, he was elected by the council, who voted to put the council in? No one, the other counselors did. Even the people in charge of the ministry of magic departments were all promoted internally.” Harry explained. “So think about that, think about what I have told you and ask yourselves the kind of life you really want to live.”

“Excuse me!” Rita inserted, lifting her hand. “But where exactly did you find the Heir of Arthur?” She demanded, suspicious, Terrance giggling suddenly.

“It's kind of funny actually!” He admitted. “He was visiting an orphanage, my mother and father died of the Dragon Pox you see, and I had no other family so I had to go to the orphanage. It wasn't bad there, not really but I was the littlest one there so the bigger boys would pick on me.” He admitted. “I had too small clothes and shoes that were too big and I wasn't allowed to use magic at all because I'm only ten, I'd been using magic since I was four and suddenly I get shipped across the country and then I'm told I can't use magic without a wand and I can't do it until I go to school, and then I'm not allowed to when I come back... it was very frustrating,” he confessed. “Lord Fox came by and was handing out candy and clothes to us, they were all victims of the war so he wanted to do something nice for them, and when he saw me fighting with the Matron about magic he decided to adopt me, because he likes to argue.” Devlin snorted a little and turned his head away as Harry scowled.

“I do not!”

“See? He loves to argue! Anyways, when he found out that I knew a LOT more about magic then him....”

“You're such a brat sometimes.” Harry complained affectionately, Terrance giggling at that.

“Shush Papa I'm telling a story.” He complained, Harry sighing a little but shushing. “... now I forgot where I was!”

“He likes to argue.” Devlin supplied, ignoring the look he got from harry, and Terrance nodded.

“Oh yeah! Anyway he likes to argue a lot and when he found out how much I knew about magic he was all happy and excited, I'm teaching him LOADS of stuff, and he's teaching me too! He's learning me all kinds of history and speaking and numbers and even how to throw a fist!” He declared, grinning. “He didn't find out I was the Heir of Arthur until last night, I was trying to keep it a secret but I realized I could help in the war, too, so I told him. He didn't want me involved but I made him let me, he lets me have anything I want! He even let me get this neat muggle toy called a basket ball....”

“As you can see he likes to talk.” Harry teased, Terrance pouting at him and then giggling as another person raised their hand.

“And where did you find the staff?” Devlin choked a little and shook his head.

“Find? God no, I didn't FIND that damn thing.” Harry complained. “I had to FIGHT for it! The location of Merlin's staff has been known for centuries, it's just that no one was able to retrieve it. I almost died doing so and if it wasn't for pure dumb luck I probably would have.” Harry admitted, taking the staff from Terrance and holding it up so everyone could see it. “It didn't try to kill me when I grabbed it, so I'm assuming I'm meant to keep it safe until it can go to it's rightful owner. It won't work for anyone else.” He informed them, handing it to Devlin and waiting for more questions, when none came he bowed to them all. “Thank you for your time.” he stated calmly, turning and leaving, feeling smug.

“That was a very good idea Terrance!” Harry chirped, clapping the boy on the back when they entered their house, so Harry could change and make sure Dumbledore wasn't at Bill's before he headed back. “That made me seem like a normal person who cares about the people around him. Makes me more trustworthy.”

“I just thought they might like a leader who's really as kind as they claim to be. And it's not like I lied at all.” Terrence replied, smirking. “I just left out Devlin and the part about you thinking I was Merlin's Heir.” He pointed out, Harry chuckling as he nodded, pausing when the fireplace burst into flames, Bill's face grinning at them.

“Ah! Your back! GREAT! I have wonderful news! Dumbledore just left, Neville did a great job by the way... and your Aunt is awake!” He stated happily. “She's been asking for you, Harry!” Harry's first reaction was joy, and then he realized he was going to have to tell her that Dudley was dead. He hesitated, looked around him and then back at Bill.

“I'll.. be there in a minute...” he decided, folding up his Lord Fox outfit before he lost his nerve and stepped through the fire to face the wrath of his aunt.
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