The Heir of Merlin (Harry Potter Male Reader Insert)

You're a Wizard (Y/N)

3rd Person POV

Some point in the Medieval ages...

Five people, all standing on a grassy cliffside. Two of these people stand, 20 paces away from each other. Their backs are turned to each other, one looking out to the horizon of the ocean, seeing the sun slowly start to rise up. The other is facing snowy mountains as the bright full moon slowly falls behind it. 

The three other people are standing to the side of the two. One of them who had Raven colored hair was looking out at the two men, a stoic and respectable look on her face. On top of her head was a diadem. It was a blue jeweled headpiece with a bronze eagle in the center of it. To the right of her was a woman who looked up at her, trying to suppress a snicker from how it looked on her. "Helga, this is no time to be giggling" said the Raven haired woman. 

"Oh please, Rowena. This is Merlin and Salazar we're talking about. Salazar taught Merlin for years. They're both just too stubborn to admit that they were both wrong. They're not actually gonna hurt each other. They're gonna stand their gonna stand there and wait for the other to apologize and eventually Merlin will say he's sorry" Helga Hufflepuff argued with one Rowena Ravenclaw who just scoffed in return. 

"Godric, a little help here please?" Rowena asked the brown haired and bearded man to the left of her. Godric's eyes were currently focused on the space in between Merlin and Salazar however. "Godric?" Rowena asked once more. "Godric Gryffindor!" Rowena yelled in a whisper, finally getting the large mans attention. 

Godric, seemingly snapping out of his trance turned to the two women. "Rowena's right Helga. This is no laughing matter" Godric said in his scruffy and deep voice. The golden blonde haired Helga just rolled her eyes in return before the three returned to watching the empty space between Merlin and Salazar. 

January 29th, 1991 

"You seriously believe this boy to be the Heir or Merlin!?" Cornelius Fudge yells loudly, not believing the words he is hearing from the Hogwarts Headmaster. 

"I do, Cornelius. I think that you are allowing what the boys father did cloud your judgment" Headmaster Dumbledore said calmly to the Prime Minister of Magic. This only seemed to anger Fudge however. 

"And what if I was!? I think it's perfectly reasonable considering that his father was basically the adopted son of You-know-who!" Fudge yelled. "You cannot be serious about this, Albus" Fudge said, hoping that Dumbledore would just reveal that he was messing with him. 

"Cornelius, you should know me well enough to know that I would not joke about something as serious as this" Albus said, his twinkling blue eyes locking with Fudge's. "Furthermore, (L/N) has been dead for a long long time, Cornelius. He didn't get the chance to have any affect on his son. His actions will be his own and not his father's" Said Dumbledore, pausing for a moment, giving Fudge a chance to respond. However, Fudge didn't have a response to the logical way he had just argued. "Now... if there are no further objections, I will be on my way" Albus said, before walking towards the door of Fudge's office and twisting the handle. 

"ALBUS WAIT!" Fudge yelled out, causing Dumbledore to stop and turn. "Please, you can't bring that boy to Hogwarts. What if you're wrong about him?" Fudge questions angrily. 

"I can bring him, and I will. He will get his acceptance letter just like the rest of the wizards turning 11 this year. As for if I am wrong... you will find that my choices will never fail me in the end" The Headmaster says before walking out of Fudge's office and closing the door behind him, leaving the Minister of Magic to slouch back into his chair defeated. 

"You'll see, Dumbledore" Fudge huffed to himself. "One mistake, one wrong move, one step out of line and that will be the end of the (L/N) bloodline" Fudge says, a sadistic smile coming across his face.