Disclaimer: If you lot really think that I'm J.K. Rowling, then I pity your parents for having such stupid kids. I'm not her! She's a genius! I'm an insane psycho freak with an obsession with nearly every boy in Potterverse! Get it through your heads!

Morgan Anderson awoke late at night. It was so dark that her eyes had troubled adjusting to the thin moonlight peeping in through the cracks in the walls.

After a moment, she realized that she was in a cell. The dirt floor was gritty and covered in little pebbles from the cracking walls, the walls and ceiling were rough and uneven, and the door was thick and forbidding.

Morgan pounded her fist against the wall, cursing her stupidity. Why, WHY, had she been enough of a git to think that the Death Eater was Dorcas? HOW could he have been that stupid, especially when she knew that Dorcas had just gone off in--

DORCAS!

"Dorcas!" Morgan hissed, feeling her way around the little cell with her hands. Frantically she searched her robes for her wand and swore under her breath; her wand had been taken. "Dorcas! Where are you? Dorcas!"

Only silence and blackness answered her.

"Your partner isn't here," snarled a familiar voice from the tiny window in the door. Morgan whipped around.

"YOU!" she exclaimed.

Lucius's face broke out into a smirk, though heavily shadowed, that Morgan could see quite well.

"How did you like my little disguise?" he asked conversationally.

"You filthy rat, you scum, you--"

Lucius laughed. "You're very funny, Miss Anderson," he said quietly. "Voldemort shall have fun playing with you."

Morgan's dark blue eyes widened. "Voldemort?" she repeated.

"Yes, Voldemort," Lucius said, apparently losing patience. "He killed your partner Dorcas Meadowes personally. Seemed to amuse him, it did."

"He killed Dorcas?"

"What are you, a parrot?" Lucius snapped impatiently. To someone out of Morgan's eye range (which wasn't too large to begin with) he shouted, "Tell our master to take his time! The Auror's in shock!"

"Which Auror?" shouted a voice that Morgan recognized as belonging to Crabbe. Or maybe Goyle. They do sound alike--This is no time to be debating on whose talking, Pawsly! she screamed at herself. You're about to be killed and you're wondering who the rat is shouting at!

"The Anderson girl!" Lucius shouted back.

"Oh yes, her." Morgan thought that the voice sounded almost in awe. "Pity she won't join us."

"I'll never be a Death Eater!" Morgan shouted furiously. "EVER!"

There was a round of laughter from the dungeons. Lucius Malfoy shut the little window to Morgan's cell; his footsteps echoed in the vast chambers as he strode away.

Morgan, now very afraid, curled into a ball and leaned against the biggest crack in the wall, trying to see outside the hopes of spying a member of the Order. She prayed that someone would come save her. More than just her own life was at stake. After an hour, she sunk into a fitful sleep.

"Morgan, please don't go," Sirius said. "Please. What happens if you get hurt? You know Dorcas panics easily--"

"Sirius, Sirius, calm down," Morgan said soothingly, laying a hand on his shoulder. "I'll be fine. Don't worry. I'll get out of this without a scratch and with four Death Eater captures to my name."

Sirius didn't look convinced.

"Lily, James, Remus! One of you talk some sense into her!" he said, looking at his friends. He knew that Morgan would only do the opposite of whatever Peter told her to do, but she almost always listened to Remus.

"Sirius is right, Paws," James said slowly.

"Why risk your neck today when we can group together tomorrow and possibly come out alive?" Lily said reasonably.

"Lily's got a point," Remus said. "Listen to them, Morgan. If we ambush them tomorrow, we'll be able to capture more Death Eaters." In his tone and in his eyes were traces of the deep love he had for Morgan, and no matter how hard he tried to hide it, he never really could.

"Yes, but if Dorcas and I ambush a few tonight, we can scare them into coming out into the open and we can capture more of them," Morgan persisted.

"But Morgan--"

"Please, Sirius," Morgan said, not looking at him. "Please?"

Sirius placed his hand on Morgan's pale cheek, twirling a strand of her raven black between his fingers. "Morgan," he said softly, "this is dangerous. Our wedding would depend on this little mission. Let someone else go. You'll stay safe at headquarters, and we can joke around and plan on what we're going to do when all of this is over....Please don't go."

"Sirius, it's not fair," Morgan said, pulling away. She wrapped her arms around herself and stood by the window, surveying the activity. Ministry officials running about, helping members of the Order of the Phoenix unknowingly, even a few couples sitting around, talking and laughing like Sirius wanted them to do.

"You and James and Remus running around, capturing Death Eaters, and me and Lily staying home, worrying about you," she said, refusing to even look at Sirius's reflection. "You don't know how much we worry about you when you're gone. Always expecting the worst, and just as we've come to think that you're dead, you burst in and we shower you in hugs and kisses and won't leave you alone for even a minute....." She broke off, and stared at the moonlit sky. Tears rolled down her cheeks as every horrible image she had ever thought when Sirius was gone raced through her mind. Sirius lying on his back, blood trickling down his forehead; Sirius being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse; Sirius being killed by Voldemort--

Morgan let out a little moan at the memory; Sirius hurried towards her and slipped his arms around her, patting her head and whispering soothing words.

Morgan looked at the diamond ring on her left hand. Sirius had spent quite a lot of money on it; James told her later that Sirius had bribed a bunch of goblins to carve it. It was crystal clear and shaped like a tiny phoenix.

"Morgan, I just don't want you to get hurt," he said. Morgan tensed up and Sirius knew he was treading on dangerous territory; Morgan hated it when people said that being in the Order was men's work.

"You mean the world to me, and if you get killed, what will I do?" he said quickly, kissing the top of her head.

"You'll still have Lily," Morgan said. "And James. And Remus. And Wormtail." She practically spat out Peter's nickname; she never said his real name. She didn't trust him as much as Sirius did.

Crookshanks jumped onto the window sill, and Morgan scratched his head absent-mindedly. Even her cat was showing signs of the raging war. Once lean and handsome, with a thin, pointed face, Crookshanks was now cobby and his face was ugly and squashed. He even sported a few scars from not knowing when to get out of the way.

"And you'll have Crookshanks too," Morgan added. "He'll take care of you." Crookshanks purred loudly as if agreeing.

"Yes, but I can't marry a cat," Sirius said, cracking a grin.

From behind them, Lily stifled a giggle, Remus and James exchanged glances, and Peter was doubled over in silent giggles.

"So that's what this is about?!" Morgan exclaimed angrily, pulling away from her fiance and glaring at him. Their friends stopped laughing immediately. "You don't want me to leave tonight just so we can get married?!"

"No, Morgan, that's not it--"

"If you wanted my happiness, then we should've been married straight out of Hogwarts like James and Lily!" Morgan continued.

"I do care about your happiness--" Sirius began.

"Then you should let me go in this mission!" Morgan said furiously. "You aren't the boss of me! I can do whatever I want!"

"Yes, I know that--"

"I'm leaving, and you can't stop me!" Morgan said coldly. She grabbed her cloak and stormed outside.

Sirius made to take off after her, but Remus laid a hand on his shoulder and said, "Let her go."

"You may not care about her, but I--"

"Don't you dare tell me I don't care about her!" Remus yelled.

Sirius blinked, looked from Morgan to Remus, started to say something when James interrupted.

"Sirius, we all care about Morgan, and we want to see her happy," James said. "We can't keep her cooped up in this house until the war blows over. She has to get some experience of her own--"

"She has experience!" Sirius said quickly, but Lily cut his next words off.

"I don't think Auror training is quite what she had in mind, Sirius," Lily said quietly.

"Even Lily's had her fair share of duels, Padfoot," Peter added. At his words, Crookshanks hissed at him and ran from the room. He, like his mistress, clearly did not like the little man.

Sirius looked desperately from his friends to the open door where Morgan had departed only minutes ago. It seemed as though he wanted to say something. Finally, he sank into a chair and forced himself to calm down.

"She's right," he said. "She'll be fine."

No one noticed Peter had slipped out the open door.

Morgan awoke with a start. Tears raced down her cheeks as the dream refused to clear from her mind. It lingered and replayed itself; she was screaming at Sirius, she was rushing outside. Crookshanks's loud hiss as he streaked from the house.

A low noise made her jump. Whirling towards the large crack in the wall, Morgan saw a little furry paw--a head--Crookshanks!

"Crookshanks, what are you doing here?" she whispered, scratching his ears. Crookshanks dropped something into her lap and moved away from the wall, letting the moonlight stream into the gloom.

It was a small, square mirror; the two-way mirror!

"Crookshanks, you're a genius!" Morgan exclaimed softly. She picked up the silver mirror and said as loudly as she dared, "Sirius Black."

Nothing happened.

Morgan forced herself not to panic and thought that maybe someone else had the other mirror. Yes, that was it! She'd just have to try again.

"James Potter," she said.

Again, nothing happened.

"Remus Lupin," Morgan muttered, panic creeping into her voice. But....wait! What was that? It was Remus!

"Moony!" Morgan hissed, making sure that her face was as illuminated as possible. "Moony, it's me, Pawsly! Moony, please answer me!"

Remus's face lit up and he shouted to someone in the backround. A moment later, James and Lily appeared behind him.

"Where's Sirius?" Morgan asked.

"He's upstairs, worried sick about you," Lily said. "We're not calling him down until you tell us where you are. It's been three days!"

"Three days?! I've been out cold that long?" Morgan gasped.

"Out cold?" James repeated. "What do you mean?"

"Malfoy disguised himself as Dorcas," Morgan explain quickly, praying that no one wouls show up until she was done. "And he led me down an alley. That's all I remember. I guess he knocked me out or something. And--oh James! Voldemort killed Dorcas!"

A series of gasps came from her friends.

"Morgan, where are you?" Remus asked urgently.

"I don't know," Morgan admitted. "I'm in some sort of dungeon. Crookshanks managed to find me and bring the mirror."

"I always knew that cat had brains," she heard Lily mutter.

"Can't you get out?" James asked.

Morgan shook her head. "No. They took my wand, and I vaguely remember someone saying that if I tried to escape I'd be killed."

"Can you tell us your surroundings?" Remus asked urgently.

Morgan peered outside. "Crookshanks, move!" she hissed. When he had moved aside, she said into the mirror, "I think it's Malfoy Manor. The backyard looks awfully familiar."

"We'll try to get you out," Lily said. "But we're not telling Sirius."

"We'll be there as fast as we can," Remus added. Then the mirror went blank.

Morgan stuffed the mirror into one of her pockets.

"Crookshanks!" she whispered. The ugly, squashed face of her cat pushed itself through the little hole in the wall. "Good boy. I need you to lead Prongs and Moony here. Hurry up. Go, now!"

Crookshanks rubbed his head up against Morgan's cheek before disappearing into the night.

Suddenly, Morgan heard soft scuffing sounds coming from her door. She stood up and brushed herself off, made sure the mirror was safe. She was ready to fight them the Muggle way if she had to.

"Well, well, I see you're awake," drawled Lucius Malfoy. He snapped his fingers and stepped aside. Crabbe and Goyle lumbered in, each seizing one of Morgan's arms in a painful vice grip, and literally dragged her out of the cell. Her feet scraped the ground painfully, and parts of her shoes were removed as they toted her upstairs.

The two cronies dragged her into a well-furnished room that Morgan recognized as the Malfoy Manor drawing room.

Lucius strode in after them and closed the door.

"No need to hold her still, you two, she's perfectly capable of standing on her own," said a voice that made Morgan's blood run cold.

Crabbe and Goyle let go of her arms and Goyle pushed her roughly into the wall. The moment her back hit the stone, chains snaked themselves around her ankles and wrists, binding her there. Morgan cursed herself for not listening to Sirius, then wiped her mind blank of all thought.

"I see you're not going to make this easy," said a cold voice. The speaker turned around and Morgan fought off the urge to scream.

Voldemort stood there, his face snakelike and his eyes red. He looked deeply amused.

"I see you're even uglier than the last time we met, Tom," Morgan said coldly, forcing herself to remain brave and calm.

Crabbe, Goyle, and Lucius all gasped. Voldemort's eyebrows shot up; it was clear that he was not used to being spoken to like that.

"Mind your manners, Miss Anderson," he scolded. "You are a guest in Lucius Malfoy's house--"

"You mean I'm a prisoner in hell," Morgan corrected him.

"Why you little--"

Crabbe and Goyle had to use all their strength to keep Lucius away from their master and Morgan.

"Now, now, that isn't nice," Voldemort said, his voice a good deal colder than before.

And the room's occupants were silent for five whole minutes. Then--

Two knocks sounded on the door.

Lucius glared at Morgan before opening it. Standing in the doorway was--

"WORMTAIL!" Morgan gasped. "I knew you were a filthy traitor! How dare you! When Sirius finds out--"

Voldemort's white hand with its abnormally long fingers shot up to Morgan's face. The shock silenced her angry cries. He stroked her cheek a moment before saying, "Join us. We need someone like you."

Morgan's only answer was to spit in his face.

"How dare you!" Voldemort roared, seizing his wand. "Any last words, you ignorant girl?"

"Yeah," Morgan said hotly. "How did an ugly, cowardly git like you ever get people to fear you?"

"Avada Kedvra!"

Sirius's head shot up. He jumped from his bed. Something had happened. He knew it in his heart. Something had happened to Morgan.

He ran to the door, wrenched it open, and practically flew down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Is she here? Where is she? What happened? Is Morgan alright?"

Remus, James, and Lily exchanged glances. "Sirius, we have something to tell you," James said slowly.

"Where's Dorcas?" Sirius demanded. "Where's Morgan?"

"Voldemort killed Dorcas," Remus said slowly.

"And Morgan?!" Panic rose in Sirius's voice.

"Morgan's.....Morgan's.....oh Sirius, Morgan's been killed!" Lily sobbed, clinging to James.

Sirius looked as though life was not worth living anymore.

"Voldemort killed her personally," Remus said softly. He gestured to the ginger cat clearly in mourning on the chair next to him. "Crookshanks brought us Morgan's two-way mirror. We tried to reach her, but all we got was Lucius Malfoy. He even showed us Morgan."

"She died like a hero," James said helpfully. Lily sobbed even harder on his shoulder.

Sirius sank into a chair. This can't be happening, he thought desperately. It's all just a bad dream. I'll wake up in five seconds with Morgan safe beside me.....

"We heard that she had the guts to insult Voldemort," Remus added, "and from what he was cursing, it seemed she spit at him too." His voice was weird and strangled, and he was blinking furiously.

Sirius couldn't take it.

"I....I need to be alone right now," he said, making his way towards the stairs.

"Sirius....?"

"I'll be fine."

Remus walked slowly upstairs. He needed to sleep. It was all a dream, he thought. But he knew that it wasn't.

As he passed Morgan's room, Remus heard someone trying to shush themselves. He quietly opened the door and peeked in.

Sirius sat on the blue carpeted floor, his eyes closed, his head leaning back onto the wall. He was facing the doorway. Tears streamed down his cheeks and his eyes were red.

"Sirius, anything I can do?" Remus asked quietly, wishing he could cry in public like his friend. But Sirius was so distraught that he probably didn't notice.

No answer.

Remus walked quietly inside and sat beside him. Yep, he was still breathing, he thought.

"Sirius, we're all affected by Morgan's death," he said softly, his eyes brimming with tears. "And there's nothing we can do but try to move on. She died so that others could live--"

"You don't understand." Sirius opened his eyes and stared at his friend. "We were going to wait for a while to tell everyone this, but....." Sirius took a deep breath. "The reason I didn't want Morgan to leave the house was because.....well, because she was pregnant."

Remus gasped. "So Voldemort--"

"Killed two birds with one stone," Sirius finished. "He killed my baby and my fiance. Damn fool probably didn't even realize it...." Sirius broke off and turned away. Remus was respectfully silent.

A few minutes later it was clear that Sirius just couldn't say any more. Remus stood up and walked to the door.

"Don't do anything stupid," he said. "I'm taking your wand with me." Remus held up Sirius's wand. "You can have it back tomorrow." Remus paused before saying, almost so quietly that Sirius couldn't hear him, "I'm sorry."

And then he was gone.

Sirius leaned back against the wall. He stared out into the night sky the way Morgan used to when she was upset.

"Morgan, I told you not to go," he murmured, fresh tears falling. "You knew what would happen. You knew what we would lose. Why? Why did you do it?"

Silence was his only reply.

"I'm sorry," Sirius whispered, his cheek resting on the cool, smooth wall. "I'm sorry you felt you had to go. But why?" The tears were coming faster now, and Sirius didn't try to stop them. "Why?"

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