HP : The Chronicles

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"Now that's the question!" The man exclaimed chuckling. "I was born Myrddin Emrys, but most people simply know me as Merlin." And observing the wide eyed wizards in front of him, the man in the portrait smiled wider and, with a polite bow added; "Merlin Ambrosius, at your service."

Harry and Severus stood frozen as the man in the portrait claimed to be the most powerful wizard of all times. Severus was the first one to react at the statement.

"No, you're not." He stated simply, not knowing what else to say.

"Yes, I am but I knew you were going to say that Severus." The man that was or wasn't Merlin retorted merrily.

"He does have quite an impressive beard." Harry stated, causing the man in the portrait to laugh and Severus to turn and stare at the boy confused.

"How is that in any way indicative?" The potions master asked.

"Merlin was said to have a beard like that." Harry answered while Severus simply cocked an eyebrow in disbelief. "At least I tried!" The boy exclaimed, never taking his eyes of the old wizard.

"Thank you Harry!" The man who claimed to be Merlin offered, his hand patting his beard.

"First of all, how do you know our names?" Severus asked lowering his wand, realizing that a portrait couldn't do any magic no matter who was painted on it. Not that he believed this was Merlin. "And secondly, Merlin never had any portraits made in his image."

"That would be true; I have not." The old wizard acquiesced.

"Excuse me sir but aren't you a portrait?" Harry asked confused. Severus nodded in accordance.

"Yes and no; this is not exactly a portrait. I would guess it is a window if anything else."

"A window to where?" Severus asked getting more and more agitated by the second.

"Tell me Severus; what do you know of Avalon?" The potions master regarded the strange man startled while Harry observed the conversation captivated.

"Avalon is supposed to be a magical island, created by magic. It is also the legendary abode of Morgana Le Fay." Severus answered in a monotone voice. "How is this relevant?"

"Because that painting is indeed a window to Avalon. Or rather to me, since I reside in Avalon presently." The man said shrugging.

"Avalon does not exist. And you are a painting; I don't know whose painting, but definitely not Merlin's." The young professor stated emphatically. This was going nowhere and he had to make sure Harry wasn't harmed by whatever it was his magic had done; there simply was no time for deranged portraits, no matter whose they claimed to be.

"If I'm just a painting then how do I know young Harry over here just showcased an incredible amount of power in just a single accidental magic incident?" The man said more serious this time, making both wizards gasp. "And if I am just a painting how can I do this?" And by this, the man meant drawing his wand and casting a wordless spell towards Harry and Severus; a dark red mist flew from his wand and swarmed over the two wizards who, in a matter of seconds, collapsed in a heap on the floor.

"Where are we?" Harry asked looking around him, feeling dizzy. Everything had been dark when he had first opened his eyes but now he could make out forms of what seemed to be… furniture? It was furniture! He and Severus -who was getting up from the floor for the second time that day- found themselves in what appeared to a study or a small personal library. The room was two floors high, filled with bookcases. There was a fireplace and a desk in front of them and the way in which the room was decorated -with dark wooden floors and furniture and fabrics in dark hues of blue, green and red- made Severus's mind wander to the library at Hogwarts. Actually a mixture of the library and the Headmaster's office.

"I have no idea." He answered to the boy, once again covering him, using his body as a live shield while they moved towards the fireplace. "Just stay close."

"Okay." Harry mumbled as he latched onto Severus's cloak.

"No need to fear." A voice came from behind them, causing Severus to turn rapidly should the need arose to defend Harry. "Really, there is no need." The man from the portrait said. Problem was, he was no longer in a portrait; instead, he was walking confidently towards the two wizards, stopping only at a few paces from Severus's raised wand.

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