HP : The Chronicles

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"What have you done to us?" He asked furious. "What is this place?"

"On my way to proving I'm indeed not a portrait but Merlin -which is getting annoying- I moved straight to the second part of our meeting, figuring I could explain you what's happening while we're here. As to where we are…" He looked around with a smile. "Why it appears to be a library of some sort. Truthfully, I have no idea."

"How can that be?" Severus asked as Harry's grip tightened on his cloak. "You brought us here!"

"I did, but I did not choose the setting." Merlin, as Severus had decided to call him until proven wrong, admitted. "I believe we're in your mind at this moment Severus, that's what the spell does. I needed a place where we could speak in peace and, since I casted the spell, the mind chosen couldn't be mine."

"Are you telling me that this is my mind?" Severus asked bewildered, lowering his wand. This day was just getting stranger by the second

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"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying." Merlin confirmed. "I love how you've decorated by the way."

"Thank y… Wait a minute!" Severus protested clasping his head. This conversation was giving him a headache. "Can you prove it?"

"That I'm Merlin?" The old wizard asked seemingly exasperated.

"Let's assume that you are Merlin." Severus offered resigned. "Can you prove that this is my mind?"

"No, but you can!" Merlin said with a smile.

"What? How?"

"This is your mind; just change something by will. Concentrate and you'll see. Go on!" Merlin prompted. Severus sighed and turned to look at Harry who had turned pale; figuring he had nothing to lose at the moment he observed the room around him. I seemed a little dark so he turned towards the wall further away from them and closed his eyes imagining a large window. What alerted him was a soft gasp from Harry. He opened his eyes only to find the wall across them had disappeared and in its place stood a two storey high vitro.

"Merlin's be…" Severus started before turning at Merlin himself who regarded him critically. "Never mind that." He muttered rubbing his temples. "This really is my mind, isn't it?"

"It is." The old man agreed smiling.

"And you really are Merlin." Severus stated this time in shock. He was talking with Merlin, the greatest wizard of all time! Inside his head. And Harry was there too. Suddenly the prospect didn't look that great. "I need to sit down." He said and immediately an armchair, similar to the one he had back home appeared; he landed on it unceremoniously. He conjured two more and motioned the two remaining members of the unusual group to sit down.

"Yes, I am Merlin, as I've been trying to say for quite some time now." Merlin agreed with a smile. "And you are Severus Snape and this young man over here is Harry Potter; the Boy Who Lived." At that a pair of black and a pair of green eyes snapped towards him in fear. The what?

"But sir I'm not…" Harry began, stopping to clear his throat as his voice came out more like a croak. "I'm not the boy who lived; my brother Adrian is."

"I beg to differ Harry." Merlin said sighing. "And this one I can prove."

"How?" Severus asked, feeling the blood drain from his face. Not Harry.

"That's one of the reasons you have been brought here." Merlin explained. "At this very moment, this very conversation is taking place in our subconscious. Physically you two are still at Hogwarts and I am in Avalon; and I can assure you, all three of us are passed out cold on the floor."

"How does that prove anything?" Severus asked, already having an idea of what Merlin was indicating.

"I see you're beginning to comprehend what I mean Severus." The old wizard said. "Since we're in this state, our consciousness has subsided, leaving space for our subconscious to take over; unbelievable things can be achieved in such a state of mind. You can create a whole room out of nothing." He stated pointing to the room all around them. "You can defy the laws of nature. And you can make it so that you can recall memories long forgotten, even if you were nothing but a one year-old baby at the time the actual event took place." He concluded in a grave voice.

"Is that true?" Harry asked quietly as Merlin nodded. "Can I… could I see?"

"Harry no!" Severus protested. "Even if what you say it's true," He started turning towards Merlin "are you going to subject a seven year-old into watching his attempted murder?"

"If what I'm saying is true -and I'm afraid it is- do you think that it will matter in the future if he has seen it or not?" Merlin asked. "It's your choice Harry; just remember that it's your past and, no matter how much it hurt you at the time, it can do nothing to harm you now. It's just a memory." Harry, who had turned white as a ghost, nodded.

"I want to see it."

"Harry…" Severus began softly to have Harry interrupt him.

"Sev, I've been hearing about that night all of my life; I want to see what happened. I must." He pleaded with him, fearful but resolute.

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