𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 | A. Pendragon

Chapter 33 - Destiny is a Fickle Thing

The Fires of Idirsholas

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"Merlin," I call over my bench of potion for Lady Percival.

"Yeah?"

"I need to talk to you." I turn off the burner under the potion and turn to him.

Immediately, a concerned look comes across his face. "What's wrong?"

"Nick's going to Hogwarts," I state bluntly.

A grin comes over Merlin's face. "That's amazing! He's going off to a school that's made for people like him!" A look of sadness etches itself on his face. "I only wish I knew of it. Then I could've been surrounded by my people growing up, where I could've learned how to properly use my gift and not be afraid for my life. Do you know why I never got a letter?"

"Maybe it was because your magic is different – you don't need a wand, a flash of your eyes and things start to float." I shrug my shoulders. "Maybe it just wasn't your destiny to attend there. I don't know, Merlin."

He shakes his head, probably shaking his thoughts away of what could have been. "Well, back to Nick, it's a good thing he got his letter, right?"

"Normally yes, it is very good when a magical child gets a letter, but history has always said that Nicolas Flamel went to Beauxbatons, not Hogwarts."

"So what's the problem?"

I sigh in frustration. "Because Nick is going to Hogwarts, that means me being here, in this time, is already changing history."

"Yeah, so if you're already changing history, what's keeping you back from changing it even more?"

I pause my nail biting to look up at Merlin quizzically. "What do you mean?"

He shrugs. "I mean, then if you're already changing it, might as well tell Arthur how you feel," he says.

I immediately start to shake my head. "No. No, we've already been over this. You know I can't."

"Why not? It's clear to everyone – a blind man could see it clear as day."

"Merlin, don't you get it?" I breathe out, staring at him with fear on my face. "Nicholas is going to the wrong school; that could lead to chaos in the future and that would be all my fault. If I tell Arthur how I feel, then that would mess things up even more than they already are." I groan and bury my face in my hands. "I don't know what to do, Merlin."

"Well," he starts, "you don't have to tell Arthur anyth—"

"Merlin, that is not what I'm worried about."

He sighs. "Nick will be fine at Hogwarts, I'm sure of it. For the whole changing history thing, I think everything will be work out in the end. Like you said to me the other day about the Crystal: the future isn't set in stone. So, Nick is going to Hogwarts, but I'm sure that he will achieve all he did in history, it just might take longer or be different." He takes my hands away from my face, and smiles at me. "Everything will be fine."