Harry Potter and the Immortal of Azkaban [Book 1]

Taking Down A Toad

Notes:

I liked writing this chapter.

I feel like Merlin is more protective of children. Because he feels so much older than everyone else, he just feels protective of the newer generation. And also, he's always been protective of children. Especially with Mordred in the beginning and with all the Druid children. I feel like that's just in his character's nature. I have plans for him in the future. But for now, this is a character trait of his, so I'm going to playoff it.

And I think anyone would be pissed off at Umbridge, honestly. I hate her more than Voldemort.

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After conversing strictly through owls, Merlin arranged a meet with Harry. It took a little convincing, but Merlin was compelling when he needed to be. The hogsheads trip was today, and Merlin and Remus left pretty early. Merlin wanted to see Hogwarts, so Remus was going to walk him over to the gate. Remus would love to show him around, but he said without Dumbledore there, he probably wouldn't get permission.

Merlin suggested they just sneak in, and even though Remus knew how, he decided not to do that. Merlin pouted but eventually agreed but telling Remus he should have a little more fun.

A few minutes after apparating there, they make it to the gate. And while Remus insisted that the boat's view was the best, this view was also just as beautiful. And Merlin agreed; it's been about 600 years since he last graced those halls as a student. He'd go back as a student every few centuries or so just to experience school life, but it's been a very long time since his last visit. But the school hadn't changed at all in these 600 years, not one bit.

After waiting for about an hour, not that they minded, they were just chatting about Remus' school days. But all too soon, the gates opened, and kids started coming out. Seeing the green, yellow, red, and blue uniforms and the desperately excited faces was so nostalgic for Merlin. It really has been a long time that he was gone.

Soon enough, Harry Potter comes out almost tripping on the wet ground, but he's saved by a young girl with bushy brown hair and a thick scarf and probably one of Mr. Weasley's children, as the resemblance is uncanny with his red head of hair. They noticed Remus and Merlin quickly as Merlin was standing there waving enthusiastically.

They quickly joined them and headed over to one of the pubs. Merlin's ordered them all a round of butterbeer. And he got some finger food to go with it. Once they were settled and Remus engaged them in some light conversation, Merlin looked at the children, like really looked at them. While they had smiling faces and they were enjoying their butterbeer, Merlin noticed something off. Nothing to do with what they were saying, nothing to do with their faces; he just felt something was wrong. He looked away from the three children sitting in front of him and started to look at the other children in the store.

Some of them were working on their homework, mostly the blue-uniformed Ravenclaws. The Hufflepuff's clad in their yellow uniforms enjoyed the food but spilled the butterbeer a bit too much. And the green-clad Slytherins in the room were enjoying themselves but keeping to themselves as usual. But Merlin just felt off. He looked back to the three kids in front of him and studied everything about them. What seemed different than the last time Merlin saw them? What changed?

Nothing too noticeable, but Merlin noticed Harry was favoriting his left hand always over his right. But that could just be because he's left-handed. But his right hand never moved from his lap, not once.

"Harry? What's your wand hand?" Merlin asked, interrupting whatever Hermionie was about to say.

"Uh oh um, my right hand. Why?" Harry answered, not sure what was going on.