Harry Potter Trained By Merlin Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The light witches approached me cautiously, not entering through the French doors but appearing from the shadows on the other side. They’d been training me nonstop for days, testing my resilience and patience, pushing the limits of my powers. Barbie, always efficient, had drilled me on spells and potions, memorizing incantations and identifying herbs, understanding the delicate balance between dark and light magic. She made sure I could distinguish between what was forbidden and what was celebrated. Meanwhile, Fin had taken a more hands-on approach, guiding me in channeling my energy, summoning my power, and holding it steady in my grasp.

I could hear Alex in the distance, my eyes lifting to see him storming across the field, his eyes set on Merlin as he snarled, "What the fuck you did to her?!" "Trained her," Merlin's voice was hard and cold, my heart beating fast now as I let his words sink in, not allowing myself to even humor him with his truth. I have absolutely no idea what to think, the back and forth between Merlin and Alex elevating my heart. "Never touch her again like this, otherwise-" Alex was swiftly interrupted. "Otherwise what?" Merlin glared at him. When Alex said nothing, an eerie silence fell over us as Merlin's eyes fell on one and he growled, "We're done here."

His voice was gentle but the words he chose to spill were rough and painful. "I'm sorry for that. I didn't know you guys would be so worried." I said truthfully. Harry was the only one I met for the first time in my life and he was, apparently, younger than me..Younger than all of us. He was Merlin Shaw's step son who joined the hunter's team after forcefully making her stel father see his ability. It took Merlin a lot of mental strength to let Harry be in the team. He adored his step son a lot and to him Harry was one in millions, he could not just let his son be in any form of danger.

“But we’ll have someone else go undercover, or my son will never let us hear the end of it.” I can only nod to that because he’s not wrong on that. As the meeting breaks up, I catch sight of movement through the window, and my attention shifts completely. In the training yard below, Harry, who is now seven and sprouting up like a weed, is sparring with a retired Dylan and three other pack warriors. His movements are confident and he’s no longer the scared little boy who used to have shifting episodes. "Look at him," I murmur, watching Harry duck under Dylan’s swing and counter with a move that would make Wolfgang proud.

Well she knows her wolf is going to set her pack free, and now they're looking for someone to heal her, a more correct witch. But something was on her mind: "If I'm a hybrid between a wizard and a werewolf, why can't you cure me?" He exhaled in annoyance, noticing her, to answer her sarcastically, "Because my dear father had previously forbidden me to train my powers, he made me learn to tame just to benefit him." "Hey," she murmured, understanding "hey." It was Harry's voice, but it was Harry's voice. "Come in, I don't want to stay with these idiots, they look at me intensely and it's annoying."

I ignored his question. “It wasn’t easy. I had to train him personally these past few days. He looks better, doesn’t he? Fortunately, he had the training, a little push, and he became perfect.” “I have my lady to thank for that,” George said with a smile. “He told me you had trained him,” Sterling said. “I wouldn’t say train,” I said. Bloodhound lacked a lot and under the guidance of Merrick, the soldiers were only good enough to catch a petty thief but war was out of the question.

“I am Harry. Thomas assigned me to be your personal combat instructor. It is an honor.” I paused at the edge of the mats, my analytical gaze sweeping over his posture. He wasn’t coiled like a predator waiting to strike; his energy was open and remarkably kind. “An honor? I was under the impression that training the tribute Luna was considered a punishment detail in this palace.” Harry let out a soft, genuine laugh that echoed lightly against the vaulted ceiling. “Not at all. Though I was warned by the guard captains to prepare for a lot of… diplomatic protesting. Shall we start with the absolute basics? Footwork, stances, checking your balance?”

He frowned. "I know someone who can train you well," the witch answered his unasked question. A cryptic smile on her face. "Who?" Elizah questioned. Who will train him to rise against the King. "Heron. The former commander of Red Throne," witch revealed. Recognition lit in Elizah's eyes instantly. Heron- The death messenger.

Tia explained the truth to Merlin. Merlin couldn't believe what she had heard. She doubted herself, questioning all of her decisions. Klaus' devilish laugh was heard in their location, and Merlin closed her eyes, smiling. It doesn't matter as long as I get to be the Queen. She opened her eyes and looked at her sister. Tia saw the change in Merlin and how her eyes looked. So in the end, that's what she chose, she said to herself. "It doesn't matter. I don't regret what I've done and am planning to do," Merlin said. She lifted her broom, mumbled a few words, and the broom changed into a wand. Tia picked a branch of a tree and made it with her wand.

She knock at the huge door and it opened instantly, she saw Merfoy sitting alone on the huge table as he uses his three-layered glasses while reading the magic book. “You came earlier than I thought,” Merfoy said as he pull down his glasses to see her. “I can’t wait to hear news from you Merfoy,” she said as she approach him. “Well, come in and take a seat.” Merfoy removed his glasses as he turn some pages of the book. “So what’s the news?” Niffa ask. Merfoy showed her the magic book as she read the page. She was shocked to read the texts which indicate their past life like how she was trained by Rico during her childhood years and also how Rico becomes the violet-eyed sorcerer throughout th