Albion's Guardian

Summary: The World has the Guardians, but the Wizardry World has the Great Merlin. This is his story

Spoilers: all the HP books and movies and The Rise of the Guardians (movie). If you don't know the books or movies, go read and watch them!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies, they belong to J. K. Rowling. I do not own Rise of the Guardians or any of the characters from the movie, they belong to Williams Joyce. I also do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Beta: none

Pairing/s: Jack Frost/Pitch Black; James Potter/Lily Evans Potter; Mr. Bennett/Hermione Granger Bennett; Harry Potter/Voldemort; Arthur/Harry Potter-Merlin

Warnings: Character Death; Rebirth; Immortal Merlin; Immortal Harry Potter; Time Travel; Mpreg; Character Bashing; Shapeshifting; Guardians can only be seen if believed in; Harry can only be seen if believed in; Happy Ending; Jack Frost and Pitch Black as Allies; Harry and Pitch Black as Allies

Ner words in this chapter: 647

"Talking"

–Parseltongue–

Dream/Memory/Flashback

Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV

Prologue

Early 6th AD Century

KA's POV

Merlin Emrys had all the typical ways of a Wizard.

King Arthur owed everything to the Wizard.

Merlin had created stereotypes where there had been none before. The male would've travel on a broom instead of a horse! Used a stick to perform magic instead of a staff or any other nonsense!

Merlin was one of a kind.

King Arthur looked at the male in question playing with the fire smokes to entertain the children that would've come to watch the Great Warlock.

Merlin never complained. He loved a world where people wasn't afraid of magic. Where they believed in magic, as he used to say.

King Arthur felt Merlin's known look on him as King Arthur kept his own hand secured on his lap, in order to not show the shaking. He had to last at the least this feast. This annual ceremony of their success.

Merlin approached, his broom flying behind him like a well tamed dog.

"You should be celebrating." King Arthur argued.

"And leave my King completely alone?" the Wizard argued.

"It'll be harder on you."

Merlin stood by his throne's side, both watching the Knights and peasants celebrating and feasting.

"We always knew this day would've come, Sire."

King Arthur watched as a lone tear fell down the old eye and into the beard. Since King Arthur had found Merlin that he, on public appearance, held a mask.

The shaking become worse and his chest started to hurt. Merlin set a hand on his shoulder – successfully relaxing the King's pain.

"Don't take too much, Old Friend."

Merlin stared back, surprised and then a smile was all he gave. King Arthur didn't even saw the worried look next second. He just went peacefully.

–AsG–

No POV

The Warlock left Camelot the very next day with King Arthur's body to never return. No one knew where the King would've be buried but when the Warlock says something no one questions it. He was strong enough to fight the whole armada if he so needed.

The story of King Arthur turned into a legend and Merlin the Wizard nothing more than a fairy-tale.

With the disappearance of the Warlock came the Bogeyman and the shadow-eating creatures. The only reason people from Albion didn't completely surrender to the fear was the Believe for Merlin.

A fairy-tale? Maybe. It saved their lives, though.

–AsG–

7th AD Century

PB's POV

Pitch Black glared has yet again the land of Albion managed to throw him away with believe. With the way they prayed one would've think that it was a deity instead of a fairy-tale.

"So, you are the famous creature of Darkness that has been playing in my backyard?"

Pitch glanced to see a boy, barely 13. He was hanging over the ground on a broom. Black messy hair – from flying most likely – roundish face of a child not yet a man, a huge lightning-like scar on his forehead. Still, what really called in this person was the green eyes.

"And you must be?"

"I've gone by several names. The one I'm known now is The Warlock."

Pitch frowned as – with that – the playful look matured and the black hair grew in size while the body aged. Then, he had an old man – white hair and beard included – before him.

"Not a fairy-tale then."

"I won't warn a second time, Bogeyman. Leave England!"

Pitch called his Shadowmen and Fearlings forward just before a light left the Warlock – Merlin Emrys – stick and struck at him. Pitch gasped in pain as the light circulated his Shadowmen and Fearlings, forcing him to back away.

That light…

It had felt just like…

The Golden Age!

It infuriated the Shadowmen even more. Pitch knew that he would've spend many years in… England fighting this Warlock.

He had to defeat him before he'd be found by the Lunanoff.

(TBC)

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