How Harry Became Merlin

Being the Great Wizard

Weird. That was the only way he could describe this feeling. There were no remarks from Merlin anymore, and no thoughts from Harry. One person sat inside and he was both. Harry shook off his disorientation. It was normal, he knew, for reincarnation. But having so much sudden knowledge was throwing him off kilter. And he could see the magic in the castle, including the magic of the teachers and students. Everyone's core shone with an intensity that matched their skill. Hermione's was like a fiery sun. He could hardly tear his eyes away from it.

Hermione glanced down at her robes, wondering if she'd accidentally spilled something. However, once her assessment was finished, she folded her arms, directing her attention toward Harry.

"Why are you staring like that?"

He looked away awkwardly. "Nothing," he said. "It's nothing."

She sighed. "Harry, you've been saying odd things all morning and walking around as though you've never seen Hogwart's before in your life."

"Mione's right, Harry. You have been acting barmy. Don't get me wrong, I'll take it over angry Harry. But you're strange, mate."

"Gee, thanks," Harry said, slightly annoyed. "Where's the food anyway?"

"House elves are having a problem. It'll be here any minute now."

Harry leaned on his hand impatiently, debating just magicking the food up. No one would know. After all, if it all came up at once, people would just think the house elves did it. But then again, what if the problem lay in the food not being ready?

Harry groaned. He was brimming with magic he could finally control and he couldn't use it or the Ministry would lock him up. His hands were humming with energy just thinking about it. Stop, he ordered. Not here.

The food finally appeared and Harry tucked in. One thing Merlin didn't tell him was how starving he would be once this happened.

Of course you're starving. You were two people and now you're one. Your brain just had to process another lifetime's worth of memories!

Harry ignored the thought and focused on the wonderful taste of pancakes, unaware of Ron and Hermione's concerned stares.

It wasn't much later he found himself heading to Charms. He walked in with Ron and Hermione, but was stopped by Flitwick on the way in.

"Harry," Flitwick said. "I've been meaning to speak to you."

Harry cleared his throat. "Yes, Professor?"

"I wanted to check to see if you were okay. That spurt of wandless magic had us all worried."

"I'm fine, sir."

"Not many students have been able to tap into their magic like you did, and especially not so early. I've been talking to Professor Dumbledore about possibly putting you in a more advanced cl-"

"No!" Harry nearly shouted, but suddenly stopped. "I mean, that's not necessary. It was a one time thing."

Flitwick analyzed him for a moment. Harry was nervous.

"Honestly, it was just once. I don't even know how it happened."

The professor frowned, clearly not believing a word he said.

Harry sighed. "I'll speak to Professor Dumbledore, sir," he finally conceded. "If I'm going to be doing more advanced work, I'd rather it be an independent thing."

That made Flitwick happy and he nodded before proceeding to the front to start the lesson. Harry reluctantly sat down next to Hermione, knowing the questions would soon follow. He wasn't disappointed.