The Rising of Merlin

The One Where Merlin Lies, a Lot

"How did you know I needed help?" Someone asked.

Merlin looked around at the sound; he had been staring out the window the whole time. He found the source of the question, it was Harry. He looked down on his feet that were dangling from the bed, when he answered in a sad but slightly grave tone.

"I saw a vision of it, of everything. I had to stop you before you ran into the trap. Not that I have had any luck in stopping visions to happen before." The last bit he muttered mostly to himself. He couldn't help but think back to the time in Camelot where he had tried to stop Morgana from killing Uther and then to the time of Arthur's death, but he stopped himself.

If he thought too much on the past he wouldn't get out from there for a while. That was something he had experienced several times during his long life. Sometimes he had just lain in hid bed for several days just thinking of his old friends that were long dead. He hadn't gotten out from bed until his hunger had snapped him out from it.

"Are you a seer?" Dumbledore asked with curiosity in his eyes. Merlin looked up at the question.

"No I'm not a seer," He answered with a grin, "But I have methods to look into the future. But I don't like it, never had".

"Do you mean like tea leafs in a cup?" Ron asked from where he was lying in his own bed.

"No, not tea leafs." He answered and couldn't help but to chuckle a bit at the question. "Those methods aren't really reliable." He could see on Ron's expression that he agreed on that. "No, I use a scrying crystal."

"What is a scrying crystal?" Ron asked baffled.

He looked around for his bag and saw it lying on the bed to the left of his own. He stood up and walked over to retrieve it. It hadn't been opened; not they would have been able to. He had put a deflection charm on it, so that if someone were to try to open it, they would forget why as soon as they got close and would just set it back down again.

He could see by the expression on Dumbledore's face that he had tried to open it, and he could also tell that he had also figured out why he couldn't. But Merlin just ignored it, he would deal with that later. He opened his bag and took out the scrying crystal and held it up so everyone could see.

"Can you really see the future in that?" Hermione asked, not sounding very convinced. Merlin remembered from the visions that she was really smart.

"Yes." McGonagall said before Merlin could answer. "But to do that you have to have very powerful magic. No one alive today has the power to wield it. If what you say is true Mr Embrose, then you much bee very powerful indeed." She said gravely. "Your ageing spell must have been powerful to, especially if it stayed on for so long after you passed out." she continued.

'The ageing spell? What was she talking about?' Merlin thought. Then he saw his reflection in the crystal. He hadn't realised the spell had lifted, but he couldn't tell them it was a spell. The woman was right, it was a powerful spell but he didn't want them to know how powerful he really was. He had to come up with a lie.

"The ageing spell was performed with a potion." He said which wasn't really a lie; he had used a potion to transform back from the spell in the beginning. He just didn't need to do that anymore. "It only lasts a few hours so it was only a coincident that it would stop working while I was unconscious." He continued.

"I can use a crystal because I am of druid descending." He said as he tucked the crystal back in his bag. It was partially true, you had to have the magic of the old religion to use a crystal, but not all druids could use it, it was actually very few that had that power, but they didn't need to know that.