Merlin

Chapter 1

The people who worked in the Department of Mysteries were called Unspeakables, due to the fact they were forbidden to speak about their work. There were many rumors because of this, but while what took place there was often times strange, it was my no means Dark Magic. However, what would be happening that day had no real explanation and was highly unusual, even for that particular department.

Erin Miller, though not quite 30, had already lost a husband and two children. To deal with her grief the woman had thrown herself into her work, arriving earlier and leaving later than any of her co-workers. So it was perfectly normal for her still to be there at eleven o'clock at night. The woman was working in the time department. It had become an obsession, as she secretly tried to change time, hoping to bring her loved ones back. But as Erin Miller was about to learn, the results of meddling with time was never predictable and almost certainly a bad idea.

While Erin Miller was hard at work, a young wizard had recently returned to his home after finishing his 5th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. That particular sunny day found him outside near the river, keeping an eye on the younger children who lived in the village as they were not allowed there themselves and he had never been able to say no to them when they asked for something. There was a fallen tree over the river, and the children loved to run halfway out, and then jump off into the water. Merlin had joined them, but as he hit the water he felt a most peculiar sensation. Or rather, felt nothing at all. It was almost as if he were floating through nothingness, and instead of alarming seemed peaceful, like he could stay there, wherever there was, forever. Until suddenly he fell to the floor with a loud thunk, dripping wet. 

"AAAAHHHH!" Two voices screamed. One was Erin, having just witnessed a black haired teenage boy appear from seemingly nowhere. The other was Merlin. A second ago, to him anyway, he had been playing with the village children. Now he stood in a dark room filled with strange contraptions, and facing a woman with short hair and wearing pants. Sufice to say, both were incredibly confused and alarmed.

Erin was quicker to react. She wiped her wand out, pointing it at Merlin. "Whoa! Point that somewhere else!" He held his hands over his head, hoping she would realise he meant no harm, and that she didn't decide to curse him anyway. Not that he was as completely defenseless as it might appear, being as he was capable of wandless magic.

"Who are you? How did you get on here?" She demanded.

"I'm Merlin. And I honestly have no clue where I am or how I got here."

"Your parents named you Merlin?"

"Uuhh... who else would have named me?"

Erin lowered her wand, and Merlin allowed his hands to drop to his sides. "Merlin is a legend, I suppose some might want to name their kids for him. Seems a bit unfair to them though." She seemed to be talking to herself more than him, but he answered anyway.

"I'm a legend?" He was becoming more and more confused with every second that passed.

Erin apparently came to a decision. "Come with me. We'll have to find someone who can sort this mess out."

Merlin followed as she led him into a circular room with identical black doors and eerily lit. The walls began to spin, making him dizzy. When they stopped, the room looked exactly the same, but Erin confidently walked through one of the doors, into a long corridor. "You know, you never did say were we are going. Or what your name is?" He had to jog to keep up, she was walking so quickly.

"My name is Erin Miller, and we are going to see Professor Dumbledore."

"Who's Professor Dumbledore?"

Erin stopped abruptly, so Merlin almost ran straight into her. "Who doesn't know Dumbledore?"