Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin or Harry Potter.

When Harry woke up, he was surprised to see that not only was he not playing Quidditch, he was staring into the face of the headmaster, whose glasses were most definitely not a Snitch.

"Good afternoon, Harry," said Dumbledore, and Harry suddenly had a vague memory of a head of black hair and frightful golden eyes.

Then it all came back to him, and his eyes widened.

"Sir! It was Voldemort! He's got the Stone! Sir, quick-"

"Calm yourself, dear boy, you are a little behind the times. Quirrell does not have the stone."

"Then that man does! Sir, I-"

"Harry, please relax, or Madam Pomfrey will have me thrown out."

Harry shut his mouth and examined his surroundings, which looked suspiciously like the hospital wing, as he was in a white bed and there were medicine cabinets all around. Next to him was a cart of candy.

"Tokens from your friends and admirers. What happened down in the dungeons between you and... Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally, the whole school knows."

"But, sir, it wasn't-"

Dumbledore interrupted him with a finger to his lips and a hissed, "Ssshh!"

"That is something that must be kept secret."

Harry stared at him, opened mouthed.

"Why?" he asked, not understanding how Dumbledore could lie about something like this.

Dumbledore chuckled. "A friend of mine would prefer to stay out of the limelight,"

Harry stared.

"You mean..."

"Yes, I do. He and I do not go back very far at all, but we have hit it off quite well. He is an excellent wizard. In fact, I have had to silence Hermione about just how excellent."

Harry stared some more.

"So he really is Merlin?"

Dumbledore chuckled, "He would appreciate if you kept that secret, but yes."

Harry gaped.

Dumbledore continued, "As for the stone, it has been destroyed."

"Destroyed? But your friend- Nicolas Flamel-"

"Oh, you know about Nicolas? You did do the thing properly, didn't you? Well, Nicolas and I have had a little chat, and agreed it's all for the best."

"But he and his wife will die, won't they?"

"They have enough Elixir stored to set their affairs in order and then, yes, they will die."

Dumbledore smiled at Harry's astonishment.

"To one as young as you, I'm sure it seems incredible, but to Nicolas and Perenelle, it's like going to bed after a very, very long day. After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."

Dumbledore was about to continue, but was interrupted, for at that moment, a voice said, "You're awake."

Harry turned to see Marlin in the bed next to him, looking like he had a very bad headache.

Harry looked at Dumbledore, whose eyes twinkled as he smiled, as though he found something especially humorous.

"Well, I will be taking my leave," he stood up, "You two should catch up. Goodbye, Harry, Marlin."

He left the hospital wing, and Harry turned back to Marlin.

"What happened to you?" Harry asked, staring at him.

"A dog," Marlin shrugged, grinning.

Then Draco, Ron, and Hermione showed up, and further conversation was delayed.

Gryffindor won the house cup that year. Merlin wasn't surprised.

Of course, though this meant the Slytherins weren't happy, Merlin thought it was for the best. He had had a little chat with Dumbledore, and they had both decided it would be better if it wasn't known that Draco had been a part of the stopping of Lord Voldemort.

Surprisingly, Draco agreed with this as well.

"If my father found out..." he had said, and Merlin had agreed.

"We wouldn't want that."

Merlin's musings were interrupted as a voice said, "Merlin?"

Merlin turned to face Draco, involuntarily wincing as the movement pulled on his burns.

"You're still hurting?" asked Draco as he saw the pain on Merlin's face.

"Yeah," said Merlin.

Madam Pomfrey hadn't really had a chance to treat it, and his magic was still recovering from the strain of fighting Voldemort.

He was on the train to London, though, so Saint Mungo's was just an apparation away.

Still, Merlin thought as he winced again, that doesn't stop it from hurting now.

Draco punched Merlin in the arm.

"Ow!" exclaimed Merlin, "What was that for?" Then he thought for a moment, "Was that to comfort me?"

"It worked with the knights!" Draco said indignantly.

"Well, not with injured people!"

Draco grimaced and opened his mouth to apologize when the compartment door opened to reveal Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"Hi," said Harry.

"May we join you?" asked Hermione.

Merlin blinked. "Of course."

The three sat down, making the compartment a bit cramped, but nobody seemed to mind.

There was a silence in which nobody knew what to say, then Draco spoke up.

"So," he said, "Quidditch."

By the end of the train ride, Ron and Draco had had an argument about Quidditch, Hermione and Harry had discussed various Muggle movies, Draco and Hermione had a conversation about the Arthurian Legends which bored most everybody except Merlin, who was continually pointing out flaws in both of their versions, and they had all had a conversation about Merlin.

"How do you think he became possessed?" asked Hermione eventually, once the conversation had waned again.

"Maybe he's insecure," said Merlin, then realized that it was a bad idea to speak up in a conversation about yourself when the others do not know the conversation is about you.

Draco turned to look at him, surprised. "And why would he be insecure?" he asked.

Merlin thought that it was pretty weird that they were finally having this conversation in the third person.

"Well, he's been alive a long time," said Merlin, looking at Draco, "Maybe he feels he isn't needed anymore."

There was a silence in which the group pondered over that.

"Well," said Hermione, "I think we should be glad of any help we receive."

"Even if it makes things harder in the process," grumbled Ron.

Hermione whacked his arm.

Harry then spoke up, "Well, I think that if Voldemort's still out there, then we can use all the help we can get."

"Yeah," said Hermione.

Draco gave Merlin a meaningful look.

Merlin smiled slightly, but was saved from having to answer by the train reaching the station.

They got off the train, Draco and Merlin separating from the others and saying their goodbyes. Merlin started walking again, but Draco grabbed his arm.

"If you don't contact me this summer..." Draco said.

Merlin chuckled. "Oh, don't worry. I'll save you from Crabbe and Goyle."

Draco stared at him, then released his arm with a nod.

"Okay, then," he said, then spotted his father walking towards him.

"See you, Merlin."

"See you," Merlin said, then went to summon the Knight Bus. He had a hospital to go to.

Author's note: God, that ending was bad, but I couldn't think of anything else.

Anyway, the reason for this early posting was I realized how short the last chapter was and didn't want to torture you. Be thankful.

I'm going back to school soon, so it's gonna be a while before book two, as I'll have to get back into life and out of la la land. Don't nag me, please.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed!