A pitch black room.

She awoke alone, yet felt as though there was someone watching her. Her sleepy voice echoed through the room and down the hall.

"Remus? You don't have to go. Come back to bed..."

A growling voice she hadn't heard in years grumbled back at her.

"Not the wolf you're looking for, my Queen."

2 months later

Harry sat in angry silence. Sat was an understatement, he felt more like he was drowning in it. No one had so much as said a single word to him all summer. And he had no idea why. It felt intolerable, like abandonment but worse because each one of these people he called a friend, they weren't supposed to leave him.

Not Hermione, Ron, not Sirius or Remus; not Morgana, not Hagrid. Yet all were silent, returned to him not so much as a coursary letter saying they were busy but would be in touch. He was devastated. A year prior, they were all great pen pals, aids to him during the trials of the Triwizard Tournament. And now, they were ghosts on the line. He threw a pillow angrily against the wall.

He almost didn't catch the crashing noise below him.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Sorry, Morg," Tonks responded, hastily repairing the glass whatever she had knocked over in the dark kitchen. Morgana sighed, stepping forward in the low light and brushing by Remus.

God it was the most uncomfortable feeling to be aroused and confused by a single moment of contact, but she didn't so much as acknowledge it or him as she moved quietly along the wall and flipped on the switch. In fact, she had chosen not to acknowledge his presence at all, not in meetings or on this mission. The last two years had been kind to this ageless woman, she was still as beautiful as ever. Her hair was chopped to her shoulders now, hung straight and sharp against her features, her lilac eyes still sparkled. The scar that he kept his eyes on whenever he looked at her, those jagged lines that cut from her ear down to her collar bone, had faded but as he too well knew were never going to be gone. Just like his guilt for causing them never would leave him.

"Built in night vision," Mad Eye Moody huffed at her with a smirk. She smiled back at her old mentor.

"Well, he knows we're here. He's coming down now," she said, stepping back a bit into the group once more. She settled in between Tonks and Remus, nearer Tonks.

Harry held his wand out in front of him when he rounded the corner into the kitchen.

"Hey, kiddo," Morgana said with a small wave. Harry looked shocked at each of them in his kitchen, then ran to her for a hug. She caught him in a swirl and kissed the top of his head.

"You have grown," she commented with a smile and a tight squeeze before letting him go.

"A bit yeah. Where have you been? You haven't answered my letters," he asked immediately. He wanted answers from anyone who'd talk to him. Her smile fell a bit.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. There's been a lot going on that I'm not at liberty to discuss. But, we've come to take you away so pack your things and let's be on with it."

"Where are we going?" Harry asked, leading Morgana and Tonks up the stairs to help him pack.

"Can't tell you that either, but you'll enjoy it more than this," Morgana answered, catching Tonks as she slipped on the top step.

"Thanks," she muttered.

"Your room is… nice?" Morgana said as she surveyed the wreckage. Harry tried in vain to grab up discarded clothing and toss it aside. Morgana raised a hand, and everything began to fly into his trunk. Tonks watched the items fly, making no attempt to help but eyeing Morgana with a mixture of awe and jealousy.

"So, how's Remus?" Harry asked. Both Tonks and Morgana turned to him, though neither seemed to do so for the same reason.

"Only Remus knows how Remus is," Morgana answered back flatly.

"Is he still pretending he's not in love with you?"

"I suppose that's a way to put it," she replied, sending Hedwig's cage a little roughly to the top of his now packed trunk. The items promptly disappeared.

"That will make things much easier," she said, turning to Tonks with a small smile. There seemed to be something strange between them, something strange about everything, including Morgana. She seemed different. Harry needed to know why.