Merthur/Merlin one shot

Dumbelasswhipe did it again (Merlin de-aged)

A|N you probably guessed that this is a hp crossover and Harry is in this 5  and Merlin is also the same age both mentally and physically. It will be more then one part. A bit of a warning as there will be abuse mentioned, talked about, anxiety etc. With this warning out of the way hope you will enjoy this. 

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There was always a feeling, that he felt, as if he forgot something big. What it was, the boy had no recollection nor who he was. Then again he could not even remember what his name is nor why he was staying with these people. They all were jerks and meanies and the only one that he felt comfortable with was another boy his age. Which was around 5 years old. Not that they knew how old they were but he could be wrong because of them looking tinier around maybe 3 years old. The other boy was treated as bad as he was and both were called freaks because of unexplained things happening.

Hair growing over night back to their lengths or their injuries healing faster then others. They're room was the cupboard under the stairs that both had to share and it was the only place that both felt safe in.

The adults never went in there and not even Dudley. Yet he wished that he could leave this place with his brother. There was also him almost never talking and it got rarer that he was saying something, not even his brother managed to get him to talk.

The fear was gripping too tightly whenever he tried and he knew that the adults were hating whenever he was saying something, and that was how he was now quiet and communicating through gestures, nods, shaking of his head.

The only times that he was letting out an quiet noise was when he was sleeping and having nightmares -which by now were almost every night- or whenever he's scared and alone with his brother.

The two don't even know their names and it was why they called themselves by their names that they choose. His brother by the name of Jamie and his brother usually gave him the nickname of angle: out of him being an angel because him being the first person who had befriended Jamie.

It made him sad but also confused by this. Angel wasn't worth being called this but he could not tell this the other or his brother would be upset. That was why he was letting him be called this. All he wanted was to make his brother happy. And when him being called Angel made the other happy, so be it.

Yet he also felt as if his name was something with the start of Mer but also had another part that he felt familiar with and that is thur. It leading for him to decided to call himself Merthur and this was what in the end he decided to introduce himself when he would meet people that cared enough for him. Then again he doubted it. Though he was still puzzled at him wanting to call himself this.

Jamie was possibly the older of the two or at least mentally more mature. Leading for the other to protect him from most of the harms that were thrown at them, made the other protect him. But it was not always working and the other was making sure that he knows that Jamie would never leave him and would always be there for him.

That alone made this all way more bearable. His heart ached for his brother and he wanted to help Jamie. So when his Uncle 'kindly' said to plug out the weed and this without any tools. Surely there are tools but then again as a freak he wasn't allowed to do things the normal way. Unsurprising and he would have said something back but out of fear he knew better. His body shuddered as he nodded and being left alone.

This was good, because even though it was not that warm and starting to slightly raining he could leave and get help. It was the only way because knowing that when this continued they would not survive driven him to run away.

His heart was thundering in his chest as adrenalin running through him. Merthur knew that it was now or never and with a mad dash he started to run for his life. He knew that when he would not go now, there would ne never a chance to escape.

The further he got the further he was relieved. Even as his foot started to hurt, he did not stop. Merthur was pretty sure that he was getting blisters. It was uncomfortable but not the worst pain he had felt.

Now that he thought of it, his brother probably was wondering where he was and he regretted that he left but it was for their own good to get help. His brother might had been able to talk and now he was not sure how he would be able to manage to say anything.