𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦

Chapter 45 - A Dream

Chapter 45

3rd POV

A Dream

Harry woke to find himself in his mindscape, standing on an open field that reminded him of Hogwarts, but it wasn't a Hogwarts he was familiar with.

Then he saw Godric, Arthur and Merlin, each standing around him in a circle and smiling at him.

Arthur stepped forward, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

"Young Harry, you have exceeded my expectations. Exceeded my hopes to be honest. You have bested the enemies we struggled to defeat in our own time. Congratulations."

Merlin nodded in agreement and Godric enveloped Harry in an embrace.

"He's right, you know, young one. You have suppressed us."

Harry stared at the spirits of the greatest wizards in history and struggled to find the words to give voice to what he felt. But he couldn't, so he stared, and blinked at the three who wore wide grins.

"But there is much still to teach you before we return to Elysium Harry." Merlin added, smirked on his wizened features.

"And your own enemy to defeat." Arthur added.

"I am proud to see my hair grow into such a powerful warrior." Godric clapped a hand on Harry's shoulder, nearly knocking him to the ground.

"I am proud that a son of Britain has risen to protect it against its foes." Arthur clapped a hand on Harry's other shoulder, though not as hard as Godric did.

"You are a power sorcerer Harry. But never forget those you love, never forget to protect them with all your power, lest you be tempted to fall to darkness like many before you have done." Merlin warned, a warm smile on his wizened face.

Harry blushed under the praise of his three mentors.

"What has happened around since I fought Mordred?" He asked before he felt his magic give a twinge as he became aware of Fleur's presence in his mindscape.

He turned from the three men and watched Fleur materialize inside his mindscape, a moment later he held in his arms.

"I'm so glad you're okay, I was so worried when I saw the knights-" Fleur's finger stopped him from continuing as she pressed it to his lips as she smiled at him, it was full of warmth and pride.

She kissed him, and it was full of passion, for a few moments he forgot they were being watched by three very old men.

A series of obvious coughs broke them from their kiss and Harry grinned as he saw the blush adorning her cheeks, though he was sure he was worse. She pulled back from him, her gaze still locked on his, a beaming smile splitting her face showing her brilliant white teeth.

"We are in the hospital wing at Hogwarts. The headmaster appeared moments after you collapsed. Apparently, his team had been waylaid by many goblins and misguided pureblood wizards." SHe started, her smile not leaving her face.

"The British ministry has taken control of Camelot and there are talks of moving the ministry into the ancient castle." Harry her affection for him in her eyes and he happily allowed himself to get lost in their sapphire depths.

"I am proud of you, my Harry. The veela, following my suggestion, are working with both the British and the French ministries to rebuild. It seems they are quite upset that we did not ask for their assistance with our assault on Camelot."

Merlin coughed and the two teens turned to look at the three men.

"We will leave you two to get reacquainted, I believe you have a lot to discuss."