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FOR THOSE WHO KNOW ME; I am assuming that you are a fan of my story (or at least, have read it and are curious) about MGWYSV. If you have read my story, you would know that I am addicted to riddles and have made multiple prophecies.

After taking pity on you, my poor readers, I have decided to post the full length Prophecies here. Thus, you will be able to access them whenever instead of having to look for a specific chapter, and can reference it to my story if you ever feel like trying to guess the ending.

FOR THOSE WHO ARE LOST AND ARE NEW TO 4EIRLYS; I am the author of the Harry Potter and Merlin crossover story; 'Merlin's Guide as to Why You Shouldn't be Voldemort'. Feel free to read the following post(s) but I feel the need to warn you that you might not fully understand what is happening. That is not to say that you won't enjoy it, for it tells a story in its own way. If you're sense of curiousity arises, feel free to check out my story. I must warn you; the beginning is a bit slow but it soon picks up. If you want to read it, either click on my profile and scroll down, or return to the crossover page and scroll down. I should be near the top.

Name of the Prophecy; The Sorting Hat's Prophecy

First Apperance; Chapter Eight - The Sorting Hat

Status - Completed

Information - This Prophecy is about Hogwarts and the Founders. Specifically the Fifth Founder; Merlin. Especially in the second half, it will talk about the BIG REVEAL. I suppose in a way, it details Merlin's life. In the first half, it talks about his life with the Founders before talking about the future at Hogwarts. Then, it describes all of the people that he has lost to those who are judging Merlin for not telling them who he was. Finally, it foretells the future; a grim one...

Once there were four people,

Who came together to start anew,

They built a school for magic great,

To teach everything they knew.

These four people are the great founders,

Powerful magic users in their time,

Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin,

At the peak of their prime.

But did you know, there was a fifth,

That came from time of old,

He rose up from the lowest depths

And then put time on hold.

He taught the four new founders,

Of magic both new and old,

And watched as they completed tasks,

With eyes that glowed hot gold

After a while, he could not stay,

For risk of secrets being known,

So hid deep within shadows big,

Whilst great seeds were being sown.

Founders four, did not fare well,

Without their mentor great,

Soon fought and argued, bickered with hate,

Not heeding the warning bells.

Then one day, the last straw,

And Slytherin lost the fight,

So took off, into the night,

And left his friends behind.

His mentor followed, though thick and thin,

And finally confronted his pupil,

Then battled hard, long and brutal,

Before telling him of his great secret.

But Slytherin still, did not return,

For pride was his one big fault,

However hard his guide tried,

He would never leave his side.

But one day, the awful happened,

And Slytherin got a chill,

Lying there, heaved his final breath,

His master there as he greeted death.

The mentor had lost another friend,

And fate had finally gone too far,

So he withdrew from the world,

And waited for the shining star.

The end approaches, the time is near,

To end his eternal rest,

He rallies forth, as from the sphere,

The future he sees appears.

So if you see him, do not be afraid

For help is finally at hand,

As he walks alone, protecting this place,

Please help him all you can.

His oldest enemy, of friend once good,

Arises from the dead,

In one final battle, the deed will be done,

And the debt will be repaid.

Hogwarts is in danger,

From external, deadly foes,

And we must reunite inside her,

Or we'll crumble as we close.

But heed my words, and listen wisely,

For change is up ahead,

My final sentence, is all important,

Some people change, when they are dead.

An old man will appear,

Armed with a staff and fate,

They will meet in the great hall,

As they discuss his long, long wait.

The Guardian will come,

To offer a warning and advice,

A trade she says, to heal the damage,

A life for a life, but don't think twice.

Not counting of course,

The ghost of Caster's past,

Who came as a spirit once before,

And wrecked havoc till stopped with great force.

This King of a great city gone by,

Will travel these halls as he perfects vengeance,

Do not think this doesn't concern you,

For on evil he is endless.

The only way to stop him,

Is to gain the Caster's help,

Either force him back using the horn,

Or pure magic will destroy his form.

When the day comes,

And two allies enter this home,

One to kill, the other to conquer,

Wandering free, they will roam.

One seeks to kill the 'Golden One',

One seeks to have revenge,

One seeks to right the wrong that reigned

One seeks to better things till the end.

The battle approaches, so the Master called,

In an old, old cry, of the ancient tongue,

And the two beings answered,

From across earth and time.

The Brethren came, as called, as summoned,

When change was near,

Sensing the need, the want so great,

To eradicate fear.

One was gold, the other white,

Each as old as the oldest might,

They came as asked, to fight for light,

Coming in the 'dead' of night.

The white one, youngest of them all,

A time when thought all creatures were dead

Commanded was she, by Master young,

To hatch from the egg and come into the sun.

Her name is Aithusa,

Meaning, The Light of The Sun,

Which the gold one confirms,

Is a sign of what's to come.

She once sided with the bad,

Tricked into it, was she,

Her heart pure, never with hate.

She just longed to be free.

Imprisoned for years,

Only with the mad Witch,

Bonded through events,

Beaten for the slightest twitch.

The gold one was old,

Older than his Master,

Born in a time,

Ten hundred years before the Caster.

Tricked into capture,

Stuck there for twenty five years,

Till one day Emrys reached the city,

He helped to face his deepest fears.

His looks are innocent,

But do not be deceived,

He is far, far older,

Then conceived to be.

The man you see is Immortal,

Cursed with living through Time,

Watching all he loved fall around him,

Yet never dying, stuck full in his prime.

You think you can judge him?

When he did not tell you of his past?

You think you are worthy enough,

Gathered here after the big blast?

Well you are wrong,

If you do such a thing,

He has suffered much,

And all your comments sting.

Pah! You say, He had still lied,

But the truth was always there in his eyes.

Why didn't you look, to truly see?

The answer is you weren't that wise.

Just look at the eyes,

That betrays his sorrows,

Of times gone by and yet to come,

Friends that will never reach the morrow.

The knowledge there is stored to see,

Emotions kept hidden, are there to be free,

With eyes that are far older than their time,

An old man's eyes in a young man's face.

Now I will tell you,

To stop you from doing a terrible thing,

Heed my words, listen me out,

Do not judge until the allotted time runs out.

You think you have suffered?

You think you know all pain?

If you took on this man's scars

You will never, ever stay sane.

Magic was outlawed,

In times of old,

Still he lived there,

Not minding the danger,

Given himself no care.

A peasant at birth,

But King status at heart,

Has the title of lord,

Honoured by all.

His True Love died in his arms,

Only together for a short, short time,

Killed by his best friend,

Although it wasn't his fault,

Still, he did not give him the blame.

His father died before his eyes,

After only knowing him for three days, maybe two.

He had been run out of the kingdom,

Chased for being what he was,

Yet still he gave his life,

For the son of his- and his son's- bane.

His first ever friend,

The first to find out,

Did not judge him or betray him,

Instead, offered him the catch of trout.

Then after he returned,

To save the village he once lived,

The man's life he gave to save,

The reason for the secrets made.

The Mentor for the boy,

Was one of great wisdom,

He had survived the purge,

In plain sight but hidden.

He smuggled children,

Out of danger,

One fatal mistake,

Which he regretted later.

A job with the medicines,

Lost his True Love to the rules,

But carried on, helping others,

Never wanting to lose.

He always tried to keep Immortal's secret,

From those who wanted to know,

Was even tortured for it,

But still, unwillingly he let it go.

Or maybe it was his most loyal friend,

One which everybody knows.

But never has a story been retold so wrong,

As his story flows and goes.

The loyal friend gave up his lover,

For loyal and noble was he,

Never taking credit for his actions,

A very good friend indeed.

Then one day, a dreadful deed,

And a sacrifice is due,

The Master was going to give his life,

To stop the King from doing so too.

But this brave man, a Knight was he,

Thought this was a grievance too great,

So stepped through the veil,

That was torn between worlds,

Waving goodbye as he entered the gate.

Yet he was resurrected later,

To do a deed he would not normally do,

To commit adultery with the woman he loved,

And to make sure it sealed her fate.

After this action was followed through,

He received the order to die,

So killed himself without a thought,

But woke up when the master cried.

The Master set his friend beside the lake,

In a boat decorated by flowers,

The man's eyes opened, one final last time,

And whispered "I'm so sorry, my friend, I tried"

Now do you see the pain now clear?

In those beautiful, deep, deep eyes,

But that is not all, no sir it isn't,

For he still had to cope with more goodbyes...

A drunkard great was a friend of his,

Who had a kind, good soul,

Then went to try and save his King,

From the dark, unwelcome role.

Sadly he failed in his quest,

Tortured and tortured until his death,

Whilst all along, another friend heard his cries,

Tied up to a tree, took one massive breath,

And pulled himself out of the sticky mess,

He ran to where his best friend laid,

Cradled his head as the life drained away.

Another friend, once gentle, once kind,

Never knew of the Magic in her heart,

It came unbidden, raw and pure,

She tried to stop it, but no one's that smart.

In the beginning she was innocent,

A Natural Seer, the future she dreamed,

Although never knowing if they were true or false,

She tried to stop other's terrible fates.

She helped to thwart evil,

Many, many, times,

She saved a village, a boy's life, a city,

And never once regretted the crime.

Meeting her sister,

Who she didn't know existed,

Slowly changed her world,

As her sister encouraged,

She grew more twisted.

An enchantment was placed upon her,

A curse to kill a city,

The Immortal was at a crossroads,

Save the city, the people, the kingdom,

Or save the girl, his friend?

What would you do?

If put in that place?

Would you save one of your best friends?

Would you accept the fate?

The Caster knew what was about to come,

And the fate in which it ended,

So he did the only thing he could,

He poisoned the girl, then tended.

He held her dying, in his arms

Where she asked him 'Why? What for?'

He couldn't answer, as tears fell,

Watching her fade once more.

Her sister came,

And cried with grief,

And the Master did a deal.

He would tell the potion's name,

If she would lift the curse.

Immediately, she complied,

Lifting the enchantment at once,

Willingly, the Master gave the word,

As they disappeared, the view blurred.

Driven mad by her sister's death,

Then captured with Aithusa in haste,

She fought for the royal rights,

Right until her last breath.

Or maybe her half brother,

A Prince, a King, a legend among men,

The Master's best friend,

Even though the Master was a servant.

They went though it all,

Though thick and thin,

As they lost their comrades,

Still trying to make wrongs right,

And to make friends with their foes.

Came the dreadful day,

When the King rode out to battle,

His half sister, her allies,

A wayward Knight/Druid.

Emrys was trapped in the cave,

Where his enemy had tricked him into,

When he arrived, he was too late,

The boy had killed his friend.

He rescued the King,

Then off he went,

Trying to make him well.

His Magic revealed,

He tried to heal,

But the King would not allow.

The King found out,

Yet still he did not falter,

When the choice was given.

Emrys did not yield,

Instead took him to a lake,

Determined to save his 'Brother' in arms,

Determined to stop fate.

But alas! They were slowed down,

As he met his Mortal Enemy once more,

'I blame myself, for what you've become,'

He proclaimed before,

He stabbed her with a special blade,

She refusing to die,

Tears once more in his eyes,

As she breathed for the last time.

But even though his Brethren was called,

And took them to the lake,

They were too late to change events,

And Death once more appeared.

Tears fell down his face,

As he broke down into sobs,

As his friend said with his dying breath,

'Magic is neither bad not good,

I believe you, my old friend'

So even though tragic events struck,

And the Immortal's heart was torn,

He never once went into the dark,

Always said the label with scorn.

The path he trod was not always clear,

Sometimes he had to make terrible decisions,

To ward off the darkness of fear,

Told to him by seeing great visions.

He walks a thin line,

Between darkness and light,

And if he wobbles, he teeters, he falls,

Then he will succumb to the darkness of night.

Would you be able to hold darkness off?

Would you stay true to the light?

If you're loved ones died around you,

Would you still stay with the right?

If he did walk down the path of darkness,

Then all of us are doomed,

When his eyes turn black,

With no gold in sight,

Then you know it's better to go back.

None will be able to stop him,

Most will dare not even try,

All will fall beneath him,

As he darkens the midday sky.

Only one will be able to stop him,

And return him to his gentle self,

They will be bold, daring, and compassionate,

But it will indeed require stealth.

Now I hope, I plead, I beg,

That you see what he's gone through,

We could never imagine the pain, the sorrow,

But we could help make it better.

So gather now, around him please,

And make him feel welcome.

He served the great King Arthur,

So it would be very helpful;

To encourage him to let down his defences,

To show him how to love again,

To let him be at peace with himself,

To break the events that are chained.

Remember his friend?

The one who was true and noble?

Do you want to know what his name was?

Or would you judge him like before?

The man was called Lancelot,

And he tried to defy fate;

But now you judge, you criticise, you hate,

All because of what happened of late.

But let it be known, they are coming back,

And you will treat them with respect,

If you do not, you will answer before them,

The Great and the Mighty, the Bold and the Strength

So kneel down before him,

Receive his blessing to rise,

Only the ones who are most worthy,

Will have the gift of being wise.

So there you are, the first Prophecy! I hoped that you all enjoyed reading it, and feel free to leave reviews or PM if you have any comments or questions. Plot points are welcome, whether negative or positive, and if you have a suggestion or have noticed a consistency.

Hwyl, 4Eirlys