The legend of Merlin was not told very often. Most people know he existed and founded the entirety of the Wizarding World, but they would forget later on what it was to have such a great leader.

For he had brought peace to both Humans and Wizards. He was a powerful wizard. Able to anything he wanted with no repercussions.

Our story starts at the end of his life. Contrary to what the legends say, he had aged to a ripe old "prune". He smiled as he remembered his daughter's words.

He sighed. Today was it. The day of his death. Today he would die and finally be at peace. He lied down on his bed, accepted the cold touch of death. It was peaceful and calm, so calm.

Suddenly an image appears. In it, a small boy grabs his very big overall shirt and clings onto it while another boy kicks him from behind.

Another image showed Merlin another image if the boy, this time a little older. He was looking even worse and had hate running through his eyes as he bled in front of an old wizard.

Another Image showed the entire magical world covered in blood and gore. Merlin could feel something inside of his empty body stirr.

Was that pity?

Another image. This time showing the child suffering at the hands of his "friends". As images continued, Merlin would feel more and more sad for the child. No parents or friends, allies or help. He was alone, much like he was.

His heart was bought to a standstill. Merlin realized something, he still had all of his power. He resisted as he realized that this would be his incarnate. He knew that it had to happen, however, he would not let the wizarding world fall because of their own failure.

He gathered as much of his magic as possible, used all of his knowledge and power, and sent it through the pictures. Eight bursts of power. Seven to the child and one burst to prevent such a calamity.

He smiled for a second as his weeping body trembled for one last time. He suddenly felt a lurching feeling as he watched his body break and be yanked off by some unknown force. As the time trickled by he found that he was thinking of a nice long nap.

Yes, it would be fun playing that game wouldn't it. No, it wouldn't because he was tired. It was time to take a nap, is what she said.

The last of the great Merlin's soul was sucked into a small baby no more than a year old. The child yawned and looked around sleepily. The woman next to him smiled and cooed at him.

"Come on Harry, time to go take a nap"

Yes...a nap sounded so nice and relaxing. As the child felt himself calm down, he didn't even realize that the person was holding him so gently.

As the child closes his eyes, it can't help but think of when he would play outside. He missed being outside.