Hey! This is my first story! Someone reported this story before but all I had written was 'Story to come...' so I understand.

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'Forlætan Morgana beon cwic, forlætan Morgana beon cwic, forlætan Morgana beon cwic!'

Voldemort standing in front of a stone table chanting the words: "Let Morgana be alive," as he ran a knife along his hands, letting the blood drip into a bowl below. His wand was out, emitting an ongoing dark light.

Suddenly, Voldemort heard a piercing scream coming from the bowl. A dark swirling mist rose up. It formed a shadowy shape, and then solidified into a beautiful woman.

Morgana smiled, an evil smile that made Voldemort drop to the ground in a kneel.

She was on the Isle of the Blessed. The ruins of the castle had weathered even more down since she had last come. Now it was just rubble on the ground. But life had bloomed. In Uther's reign, the castle had been burned to the ground, and the land with it. The magic was still noticeable, but had faded significantly. She shook her head. Voldemort was still kneeling, his red eyes burning with reverence and a little resentment. Of course. He had met a person more powerful than him and had to kneel in front of her. But that was what Morgana deserved.

Morgana looked at the unattractive man in distaste. But, she sensed the power radiating from the man - certainly not at powerful as her, but enough to gain her respect. But, his magic was a deformed version of the pure, wonderful magic that the Old Religion had been.

Her eyes narrowed. She could put up with him. But he would eventually be killed.

"My lady," Voldemort drivelled. "It is so wonderful to see you in person!"

Morgana scoffed. Her spirit had been invading the foolish wizard's dreams, teaching him the necessary magic to bring her back to life. She had been patient. If she could wait 2,000 years for someone stupid enough to agree to her plans, she could wait a few more years.

She remembered who had sent her to the afterlife in the first place. Merlin. Oh, Merlin. He was such a thorn in her side. He had thwarted her at every turn, and when she finally found out his true nature, he had defeated her. With a sword. At least Mordred had been able to kill Arthur.

She thought of that pesky Merlin again, the immortal Merlin, the revered Merlin, the oh so powerful Merlin. She was going to stop him once and for all. And she had an army of wizards by her side.

"My lady," Voldemort whispered. "What shall you have me do?"

She smirked. "We shall bring the Wizarding World down to its feet. And with it, my mortal enemy, Merlin.

Merlin woke up with a start. Morgana had invaded his dreams again, after so long. He closed his eyes. So. She was back. To be honest, he had expected someone to raise her up far earlier that this, at the end of the 20th Century. And the person who had raised her was the Dark Lord, Voldemort. He was no match for Merlin, but he had killed dozens. Merlin had tried to stop him, but the Old Religion had held him back. 'It's not time. The Potter boy must make the journey on his own,' the Triple Goddess had whispered.

And now the boy was 15. He was going to set off to school in a few days, and Merlin was sure that Voldemort and Morgana would want to attack at the school. It would mean more kills. Merlin had been watching Harry's life in interest. He had survived the killing curse by his mother's love, and that luck had stayed with him throughout the years. He had always evaded his enemies, sometimes only by a hair. But now, if Morgana and Voldemort teamed up... he wouldn't stand a chance. Merlin had to protect him.

Merlin had to go to school.

Finished! Please review.