AN: OK so I've read a ton of these crossovers but none of them have been done the way I wanted so I decided to write my own... I hope you all enjoy

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Merlin or Harry Potter and all quotes in Italics belong to Merlin

Dumbledore sighed rubbing his eyes in a rare show of exhaustion as he stared down at the latest issue of the daily prophet with thinly veiled disgust. The newest headline read 'The Boy Who Lies', Dumbledore wished the prophet would leave the young boy alone he had been through enough without this added slander.

Harry Potter; Dumbledore's thoughts turned to the black wild haired boy, he was so young and did not deserve the heart ache that had been dealt to him. Still there was so much he didn't know Dumbledore had been debating telling the boy for months but now as he read through the article before him he decided against it, Harry would have enough trouble this year without the added stress of this knowledge. With that last thought Dumbledore folded the paper and threw it into his fire, he then turned back to his desk and focused his attention to a bright pink folder provided for him by the ministry the elegant silver writing read 'Dolores Jane Umbridge'

~~~~~~~~~~~Malfoy Manor~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Voldemort stared at the flickering flames of the Malfoy's grand fireplace as he sat at the head of a long ornate table somewhere in the hidden depths of Malfoy Manor, in a few minutes time the room would be awash with activity as his followers all arrived for their meeting. However now at this moment all was silent and still the dark lord himself deep in thought. He couldn't help a small smirk as he thought of the ministry; the fools were of more help than he could have imagined. To think Dumbledore would fall so far so fast it was a sweet victory against the old man.

Voldemort could almost taste his victory, but he was nothing if not cautious. As long as the old wizard lived, discredited or not, there was still a chance of failure and Voldemort did not take chances especially ones involving Dumbledore. Until earlier that day the Dark Lord thought that the answer he was missing lay in the department of mysteries.

He had been scowering through the Malfoy's dark library trying to find some information about prophecies and instead he had stumbled onto something much greater. An ancient spell meant to bring back an almighty sorceress from the past. Voldemort felt a small tingle of excitement course through him at the thought of controlling the witch and with her Dumbledore would kneel at his feet. Before he could contemplate his plan any longer the moment of silence had past and the room was soon filled with apparating witches and wizards. Voldemort waited patiently as they all arrived. The last to show was Severus Snape.

Voldemort studied his spy intently for any sign of deceit he found none; as always Snape was a blank page nothing hidden but nothing shown. Voldemort did not yet trust the man. He had spent the last 14 years at Dumbledore's side only to come crawling back to him claiming loyalty… we shall see he thought to himself as Snape took his seat a little down the table. Voldemort looked at each of his death eaters before he began to address them. "Things have been going smoothly so far, the ministry has been most helpful"

"Those fools don't even realize it." McNab laughed and some of the other joined in.

"Yes it is humorous but our victory is not yet complete Dumbledore still stands and with him the annoyance that is the Order of the Pheonix" Voldemort spit out the name like acid.

"What can we do My Lord" one man asked cowering at the anger in Voldemort's voice

"I've already made a plan to bring that doddering old fool to his knees" then Voldemort smiled a chilling smile "What I need from you is your blood." the silence in the room was palpable and Voldemort felt a whirl of happiness at the fear in their eyes. They though he was going to kill them, how quaint. Voldemort allowed them to stew in their fear and confusion for a moment longer before explaining " I have come across a most interesting spell one that will resurrect a witch of old"

"Who's this witch and how's she of any use" Bellatrix sneered jealousy dripping from her voice Voldemort gave her a piercing stare that sent her cowering.

"She is no ordinary witch, her name is Morgana Le Fay" there were gasps around the table at the name. "I will resurrect her and she will bow before my power and together my victory will be ensured and not even the great Dumbledore will be able to stand against me." The shock in the room turned to excitement. Voldemort then revealed a shiny silver goblet, he placed it onto the table "Now I will need a portion of all of your blood" each of his followers stepped forward eager to please their lord Bellatrix at the forefront. She used a quick laceration spell and giggled as the dark blood splashed against the shiny silver interior of the goblet staining the sides red.

Across the world 2 wizards awoke with a start

The first wizard was a messy dark haired boy with emerald green eyes. He jolted out of his sleep in the small bedroom of number 4 Privet Drive his scar burned and to his discomfort he felt an odd sense of delight. It was a weird sensation because the dream that had awoken had been anything but delightful. It had been about Voldemort that much he could remember and there had been a silver goblet filled with blood as well the boy recalled with a shiver.

"Harry Potter" a loud obnoxious voice yelled up at him. The boy, Harry, sighed wondering what chores his uncle had in store for him this time and whether or not he'd have time to listen outside the window to the news.

The second wizard was entirely different from the first. This wizard was as old and white as Dumbledore himself complete with the nice long beard to match. He sat up in bed rapidly at the yell of his name in his head, and grumbled his muscles aching from the suddenness of movement.

What in the world did that dragon want now after 300 years of silence what could be so important? His name once again resounded in his head "Yes I'm coming, I'm coming" he rambled waving his arms as if the dragon could see his movements. The old man stared around his old cabin looking for his red robes. He spotted it flung over a spindly little chair across the room. He had many clothes sppread out around the room in disarray.

'look what I found, I found a place where you can put things it's called a cupboard' a voice echoed in Merlin's ears and the man brushed it away as he pulled on the robes. He then walked over to the wooden bucket filled with water and took his time washing his face and hands. When he was through he watched as the water stilled and his reflection took shape, but it was not the reflection of an old man that looked back at him but that of a young man with shaggy black hair and large ears. The old man let out a soft sigh it had been a long time since he had looked like that.

The old man was indeed at heart no older than 25 and had been for 1,329 years since the day his destiny had died. He still remembered all those years ago in the land of myth and the time of magic the destiny of a great kingdom had rested on his shoulders, his name... Merlin.

AN: Ok so that's chapter one I tried to keep everyone in character as much as possible but it was really difficult especially Voldemort. Let me know how I did and what you think the more reviews I get the faster I'll update so Please please review!