Still not J. K. Rowling, I really wish I was, but I'm not at her level. Constructive criticism is welcomed as always, so please enjoy!
Chapter 2: Heir and Heiress
It was a bright and bustling Diagon Alley that met Tom and Morgan the next day. Morgan instantly went on guard as she nervously watched the crowd move like a wave. Morgan felt terrified. She wasn't used to being around so many people, and it was beginning to show when she started to stick close to Tom. Tom just hissed at her quietly and took note of how pale she was and how her eyes darted in different directions. She seemed to calm down once they entered the cool lobby of Gringotts. He grasped her by the wrist and walked up to a goblin. He coughed quietly and the goblin sneered down at him.
"What do you need, sir?" The goblin asked. Morgan looked at the shiny name plate that stood on the goblins desk, Pect. It was a rather normal name in her opinion.
"We are here to inquire about a blood test, someone mentioned that we should before we open an account." Tom said, lying smoothly. Morgan just kept her face calm and looked around as the other goblins went about their work. She was quietly amused that they barely came up to her chest, though she wouldn't underestimate them if it was the last thing she did. Binns had to talk about their revolutions for a reason. Must be bloody, she quietly mused.
"A blood test costs three galleons each." Pect said. Tom searched his pockets and pulled out six Galleons. The goblins were robbing people blind, and in Tom's opinion it was highly entertaining, "Right, this way to an office." The two nodded and followed Pect as he led them to one of the small offices in the hallway. Tom and Morgan took a seat on a couch, Pect noted that they sat on opposite ends and seemed content to just ignore each other, "A blood test requires you to draw blood and drip it into a piece of our special parchment." Pect brought out a steel knife and handed it to Morgan, a ladies first courtesy if you will. He watched as she easily sliced her pointer finger open and let her blood drip onto the parchment in front of her. She handed the knife handle first to Tom who copied her actions. The parchment took a couple of seconds before scrawled handwriting began to form on the paper.
Tom was the heir of Slytherin, of course he was expecting that, and Ravenclaw. He hadn't expected Ravenclaw to appear there. He looked towards Morgan's paper and noticed she looked extremely amused. The heiress of Merlin and Le Fay. Of course she was amused she shared a first name with her ancestor. Pect, upon recognizing the names, had jumped up and left the room shouting gobbledegook as he went. Tom watched as Morgan pinched the bridge of her nose before letting out a low snort and a few chuckles.
"Could this be irony? I honestly can't tell anymore." Morgan said as she pushed her red hair back from her face. Tom narrowed his eyes at her and she sat back in her chair bed awaited the return of Pect. She didn't have to wait long. Pect waddled back in through the door he had left through, he carried with him boxes and a few bags.
"Lady Le Fay, Lord Slytherin and Ravenclaw," Pect said as he gave a bow, "Here are your rings signifying your lady and lordships, and a few items left to you by your families." He opened two boxes and two rings sat inside. Two of them were clearly Tom's, one ring had the symbol of Slytherin and the other had the symbol of Ravenclaw. The other two were covered in runes and had a jewel signifying who it belonged to, a blue for Merlin and a deep red for Morgan Le Fay. The rings were placed on their fingers, Morgan placed them on her middle finger and ring finger of her right hand. Tom placed his on his ring finger. The rings shrunk until they fit their fingers snugly and Pect grinned. If they hadn't been meant for the house the rings would've stolen their magic.
"For Lady Le Fay, Merlin has left his staff for whomever it chooses from his line, and from Morgan Le Fay a book on the runes of ancient magic." Pect said. Opening a long skinny box and holding it out. Morgan's small hands wrapped around the gnarled staff that rested inside the box. Warmth traveled through her body and a wind rustled her hair. Unknown to her, her eyes flashed a brilliant gold. Tom could feel the power and narrowed his eyes in slight disbelief. She wasn't a mud-blood, but a new pure-blood
"Thank you." Morgan said with a respectful tilt of her head. Pect gave a smile that showed his sharp teeth, so a human was able to show respect. He'll be taking over management of her vaults after all. The small pouches filled with Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts were just a very small fraction of the vaults.
"For Lord Slytherin and Ravenclaw, a library has been left to you." Pect said, Tom was the rude human and such Pect didn't want to talk to him that much, "Both of your seats on the Wizengamot have been added and a representative of your choice will be asked to take the seat until you come of age." Morgan pursed her lips and thought, who was someone that shared her ideals and would more likely to help her? She had someone specific in mind.
"I would choose Sirius Black, but he's in azkaban." Morgan stated before frowning, "Sir, did Sirius Orion Black ever get a trial before getting sent to Azkaban Prison?" Pect thought about it, the Black vaults were still under Sirius's control so that would mean that the man in question hadn't been given a trial.
"No, no my lady. Will you push for a trial?" Pect asked. He got a brilliantly cunning smile in return.
"Yes, I will. I shall be sending an anonymous tip to the new head of MLE." Morgan said as she closed her eyes, "I suppose she'll want to hear about this." Tom had to give respect when respect was earned, Morgan was a cunning woman who was slowly carving a path through the ministry. She would cause a stir.
"I suppose this ends our business tonight, just show your rings when you want to enter your vaults. May your vaults flow." Pect said as the two got up.
"May your enemies be driven before you." Morgan said in a soft tone. Pect gave a bloodthirsty smile at that, yes he liked this human quite a bit. They left Gringotts with their money and Morgan stuck close to Tom once again as he led the way through the alley way. The first store he wanted to go to that couldn't wait was Magical Menagerie. Tom needed an owl or two and Morgan would most likely find her familiar. Tom felt strange at the thought of not having his familiar with him. They entered the store and was met with the strong odor of animals.
"Welcom'." The bored looking witch behind the counter greeted. Tom moved deeper into the store and then noticed something, Morgan had a very small hold on his cardigan. He raised a brow at her and she flushed in embarrassment.
"Sorry, I'm not used to being around crowds…I tend to grab onto someone I know." Morgan said as she went a different way in the store. She felt an odd pull as Tom rolled his eyes and went towards the owls. He grasbbed the cages of two different owls, a large barn owl, and a small snowy owl. He heard quiet laughter and went to investigate. A small black puppy had jumped out of its pen and was currently licking a grinning Morgan's face.
"Ah, that breed of dog gets large, large enough to be mistaken for the Grim." The witch stated as Morgan started to scratch the puppy behind the ears, "Theor also bloody loyal to fault." Morgan kept a hold on the puppy and went to grab a collar. The puppy seemed to have a mind of its own and would bat at Morgan's hand until she came upon a silver collar, it let out a bark at that one. Morgan picked it up and a large bag of dry food. Tom sighed and grabbed a silver dog bowl to save time.
"This is all." Morgan said as the witch started to tally everything up.
"Forty Galleons for everything." The witch said. Morgan opened her pouch and counted out forty of the gold coins. She handed them over and the witch threw in a free feather light charmed bag for their items. Morgan gave a quiet thanks as she placed the bag on her shoulder and held her puppy closer to her. Tom walked out of the store and she followed, he went all the way to an unwatched alley way. Morgan knew the drill and gently held onto his arm before they Apparated back home. Tom placed the caged owls on a table with a note to Clara. Morgan took out the food from her new bag and easily placed the collar on her puppy. The black puppy shook its body and its floppy ears ended up laying on the tops of its head.
"Silly girl, Athena." Morgan said as she named her puppy, the puppy's name appeared on the collar and the newly dubbed Athena gave a bark. Tom grasped Morgan by the back of her cardigan and they went right back to Diagon Alley. Morgan had to hold onto a wall to regain her balance. Tom straightened himself out with a practiced ease and began to walk towards Scribbulus Writing Instruments.
"Morgan, I want you to head into Sugarplum's sweets shop." Tom ordered, he got a raised brow and he begrudgingly added "Please." Morgan gave him a small smile.
"Do you want anything specific?" Morgan asked. Tom pondered the question.
"Sugar quills." Tom muttered. He got a smile and Morgan quickly made her way through the crowd and into the sweets store where she bought quite a few packages of chocolate frogs. She found the sugar quills and grabbed some before grabbing a bit of everything. There was some variations of muggle candy and she smiled when she found Peppermint patties. Another thirty Galleons was spent on candy as Tom bought forty Galleons worth in writing equipment. Tom had the foresight to pick up personalized journals that he planned to charm. Tom saw Morgan exit the sweet store with bright eyes. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, he was stuck with a child on a sugar high.
"What did you eat?" Tom questioned.
"Nothing yet, that store was so awesome though." Morgan said, sometimes she made it painfully obvious she wasn't British. He would soon change that. Morgan forced her hair away from her face and looked around at the different stores.
"We will come back next year." Tom calmly told her. Morgan smiled at that.
"All right, but where to next all mighty leader?" Morgan asked with a cheeky grin.
"Home, I will be sending Clara out for muggle clothing." Tom drawled, he would never admit that he found muggle clothing comfortable. He grabbed Morgan's cardigan once again and they were back home with a crack. Tom released the cardigan and Morgan scurried towards the kitchen, Athena quickly following after her returned mistress. Morgan put the candy away and noted that Clara had already filled Athenas food and water dish.
"I should go write that letter." Morgan quietly muttered as she finished. She went up to her room and sat down at the desk inside. The door was left open so that it would get some of the cold air that seemed to be a permanent part of the house. A quill was in her hand as she thought of how to start her letter.
Madam Amelia Bones,
It has come to my attention that Sirius Orion Black has not received an actual trial. It would bring good graces to both you, and the minister, if he were to revive one. If he was innocent then it would fix a problem caused by your predecessor, if he is guilty then there would be no real loss. If I may suggest, if I'm not being too rude, questioning under veritaserum so that the truth will be brought forth.
A curious Friend.
It looked good to her. A screech made her jump and she just noticed the snowy owl sitting on her desk. Bright brown eyes stared at her and she smiled softly, Athena had ended up sitting on her feet so she couldn't really stand up. Well, she could but she didn't want to.
"Hermes, can you deliver this to Amelia Bones?" Morgan asked. Hermes, proud at his name, gave a low hoot and accepted the letter before taking off. Morgan watched Hermes for a few seconds before giving a yawn and stretching slightly. Athena gave a yawn of her own and Morgan picked her up before plopping down on her bed. She easily fell asleep. Athena licked her muzzle and watched as her mistress slept.
Her mistress had a stupid human, one that didn't seem to realize what he had been given. Athena easily got out of her mistresses arms and journeyed through the large cottage. Her mistresses stupid human was sitting in the library with a book. Athena jumped up and sat in the dark haired boy's lap. Stupid human smelt nice so it wasn't too bad for her. Stupid human even scratched her behind the ears, it was nice even if it was an absent minded action.
Tom read through his books as he scratched Athena behind the ears. Morgan must be sleeping if her familiar was looking for a scratching. Athena gave him a small amount of warmth, more than the roaring fire that Clara had made after he had left to Gringotts. Her birthday, February 14, had passed and he felt a strange bubbling in his stomach when he had learned that. He quietly reminded himself to charm the journals with a messaging charm. He turned the page of his book and frowned at the information he was reading. Ravenclaw had created her own version of traveling that used portals.
"Of course portals, rather genius." He hissed quietly as he looked at the formula with glinting red eyes. It would take him a while to get the hold of portals. He sneered at the thought and paused in his musings, Athena let out a grumble of the loss of scratches. Athena simply burrowed deeper into Tom's lap and decided that the stupid human was comfortable enough to use as a pillow, "We'll have to visit the Potter boy again." When Potter cane from his mouth it was spat out like venom.
He didn't even think that he would change his tune in a year, being around Morgan was enough to change him a little. Having his own pocket sized Merlin helped as well, but that hasn't come to pass yet.