The Rising of Merlin

The One That is the Epilogue

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To quote Amelia Pond;

Hello, old friends. Here we are, you and me, on the last chapter. By the time you read these words, this amazing journey will be long gone, but I want you to know that it have been an amazing one. And above all else, know that I have loved every bit of it, especially your wonderful comments. Just do one more thing for me, never stop loving the world of Merlin and Harry Potter. And please, don't let this story be forgotten.

This is the story of Merlin, and this is how it ends.

PS. There's an OC character named Katie in here, but no matter the similarities, she is not Katie McGrath. She is merely a doppelgänger of sorts that only exists in this universe.

Have fun reading =D

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The One That is the Epilogue

The evening after the battle – February 1998

Merlin's chambers

"You really got your mortality back?" Hermione asked with an air of incredibility.

"Ehm," Merlin looked up at her shyly. "Yeah,"

"That's awesome, mate." Ron stood up from the sofa in Merlin's old chambers and walked over to him too pat him on the back, before Hermione had a chance to say anything.

"Thank you, I guess." Merlin grimaced and then stood up from his armchair. "I think I'll go for a walk."

"Are you sure?" Arthur looked at him with raised eyebrows. "You look exhausted."

"I just need some fresh air," Merlin assured him. "I'll be back within an hour." He walked over to the door and put on his jacket and boots.

"Merlin," Arthur called his name and he looked up from tying his shoe to see Arthur had stood up and walked around to stand at the back of the sofa, looking at him with a concerned expression.

"Yes," He stood up straight and met Arthur's gaze head on.

"About the thing we talked about yesterday," Arthur fidgeted a little with his hands, clearly uncomfortable with the topic. "You won't do anything stupid, right?" Merlin looked at him for several moments before he sighed and crouching down, tying his other shoe.

"No," He shook his head without looking up. "I won't do anything."

"Good," Arthur said and Merlin could hear the relief in his voice.

"Good," Merlin mirrored his words and stood up. He walked over to the door and was about to push it open when Harry called out.

"Can I come with?" Harry asked uncertainly and Merlin braced himself before turning around to face him. "I need to talk to you."

"Sure," Merlin shrugged and smiled weakly, not really wanting to say yes but feeling he didn't have a choice, before pushing the door open and stepping outside. He walked briskly down the corridor and didn't address Harry until they were well out of earshot from the others. "What did you want to talk to me about?" He glanced sideways at Harry.

"Well," Harry began. "It's about the wand." He pulled out the Elder wand from his mokeskin pouch; he had already given back the Sidhe-staff-turned-wand. "How did you know it would work?"

"Because I was the true master of the wand and you took it from me." Merlin answered simply and took a left turn so they came out on the battlements.