Short Stories and Oneshots

Merlin's Beard

Author: hellomynameisv

Platform: fanfiction.net

Type: Merlin x Harry Potter

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In which two men from the legends interrupt the Battle of Hogwarts (for the better).

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Harry was waiting for the right moment to reveal himself when a man in chainmail suddenly stumbled up to the group of wizards and witches, blonde hair and clothes dripping wet and eyes brimming with confusion.

"What the hell is going on?" he asked, taking in the destruction surrounding them.

Voldemort looked him up and down, unimpressed. "Is this some pathetic tactic to delay your inevitable defeat?"

"No?"

"I will take that as a yes."

The man scowled. "When I say no, I mean no."

Voldemort shrugged, turning to continue his speech once more. "As I was saying-"

"Why are all of you wearing black robes? Are you a cult? Is this some sort of fashion statement I wasn't aware of?" Harry was certain no man had ever sounded as confused as that one right there.

It was Voldemort's turn to scowl. "If you continue with your useless interruptions, I might just have to kill you."

That immediately put the man on guard. He took out his shining sword and held it out in front of him. "Who do you think you are?"

Shocked murmurs sounded throughout both sides. Voldemort scoffed and put a hand to his chest, trying not to appear offended. "I am Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord, the most powerful-"

"Okay, look. I know a bad guy when I see one." Arthur gestured to all the Hogwarts students staring from the sidelines. "You're fighting children, for goodness sake."

Professor McGonagall took this time to make herself known. "Unfortunately, these children are all we have, and they are perfectly capable of fighting on their own."

"With what? Those flimsy sticks in your hands?" he asked, referring to their wands.

Several murmurs broke out again, most along the lines of, "Is he a muggle?"

Hermione, ever the diplomat, asked him, "What's your name, mister? I believe I recognize the crest on your cloak."

"Arthur."

"Arthur? As in King Arthur Pendragon of Camelot?"

Arthur looked miffed. "Of course! How many other Arthurs are there?" Several jaws dropped at his outburst.

Mr. Weasley raised his hand. "My name's Arthur."

The-man-who-was-apparently-King-Arthur took a took a moment to look at him. "Oh. Well good for you." He shuffled awkwardly at all the attention he was suddenly getting.

"Nagini, kill this one, will you?" Voldemort asked after a few moments, and cries of alarm rang out as the overgrown snake slithered towards the man.

"I'm fairly certain snakes aren't supposed to be this huge!" he exclaimed, brandishing his sword in front of him. And then, with a few maneuvers around Nagini, he swiftly cut the snake's head off.

"NO! Nagini!" Voldemort screamed.

Arthur winced as it dissipated into black wisps of smoke. "Where are we?" he asked, as if he hadn't just killed a horcrux and dangerous snake.

"We're at Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall answered, a bit wary of the man who was still dripping water.

"What is this Hogwarts? Last I checked, I was in Camelot." Harry was 50% sure the man was insane, though the dead snake was a pretty good argument in defense of his sanity.