Hello everyone, this is the first chapter of the story. Sorry if it's short but I thought it was a good place to end it. Next we'll see how Morgan fares in Diagon Alley. And it's possible that she'll meet a certain blond-haired boy. Will they become friends? Hope you like it, tell me what you think!
The letter is taken from 'HP and the Philosopher's Stone' while the first spell is taken from Merlin 2x12 'The Fire of Idirsholas'.
I made a video about Morgana and Tom. It's not a trailer or anything but I created the video with this story in mind. Hope you like it, here's the link(without the hyphens): h-t-t-p-s-:-/-/-www-.-youtube-.-com-/-watch?v=Wy6wsRPcnDE.
BTW, though this is definitely a Voldemort/FemHarry, it doesn't mean that Morgan will be on Voldemort's side from the start. Voldemort did kill her parents after all and she will resent him for a while because she has been forced to live with abusive muggles because of that, until she'll find out that Dumbledore is the one who brought her to the Dursleys and that he's the one who forced her to return there every summer. And Voldemort is still convinced that she's the one destined to kill him because he hasn't heard the entire prophecy yet, so he'll see her as a threat. So, like I said, they'll end fighting on the same side eventually and they will end up together but it will a slow-burning relationship.
Chapter 1
Two years had passed since she had realized that in another life she had been Morgana Pendragon and that she had magic.
The next day after the 'realization', she had gone to the local library and tried to find any books pertaining to the Arthurian legends, wanting to learn as much as she could about Morgana.
The stories differed a lot from her dreams but there were some common elements. Morgana was almost always seen as the villain intent on conquering the throne of Camelot and kill her half-brother Arthur. In some stories she had been involved with Arthur or Merlin - or both of them - before they had become enemies. In some stories she had died in the end, in some she hadn't. One thing was obvious though, no matter what version of the story, Morgana was a force to be reckoned with.
Morgan, for her part, didn't care that she was considered evil; being evil was only a matter of perspectives. All that mattered was power. The power to change things as you wanted them to. And Morgan wanted that power for herself.
And magic could give her that kind of power. That was why she had tried to learn as many spells as she could, using the memories she had of her life as Morgana Pendragon. She had started to keep a journal where she would write every spell she came across in her dreams, before trying to learn how to cast them.
And there were so many, some more difficult than others but all worth learning. There were glamour spells to change looks, to take the appearance of someone else, to become older or younger for a time. There were spells that transformed things into others. Spells that made inanimate objects animate. There were spells that could conjure the elements. Teleportation spells. Healing spells. Stunning spells. Everything you could think of, there was a spell for it.
It was long and hard work but Morgan knew it was worth it. Fortunately most of the time she only needed to try to cast the spell once for it to work, probably because she was only relearning how to use magic instead of learning it for the first time. And there was also the fact that she was powerful, very powerful. Maybe her magical power wasn't completely developed yet because she was still young but the fact that she could execute such complex spells already told a lot about her abilities.
Thanks to her newfound powers, life at the Dursleys had changed for the better. Oh, the Dursleys still hated her, but they were also terrified of the things she could do to them. That meant no more chores, no more starving, no more beatings. They simply pretended that she didn't exist and that was perfectly fine for her.
Morgan woke up three days before her eleventh birthday certain that something was going to happen. She had also had a dream about it but it was so confusing that she didn't know what to make of it.
She went down the stairs and to the kitchen and completely ignored her aunt Petunia who was sitting at the table, sipping her tea. Both Dudley and Vernon had already left, the first had gone somewhere with his friends – probably to torment some poor kid – and the second had left for work. She started to prepare breakfast for herself before sitting down at the table to eat.
It was in that moment that she heard the distinct click of the mail slot and a flop of letters falling on the doormat. She didn't know why but she felt compelled to check the post today so she did.
What she found was completely unexpected. It was a letter, a letter addressed to her in yellow parchment and green ink closed in purple wax with a seal bearing a coat of arms: a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake surrounding the letter 'H'. She lost no time in opening it and what she found written inside, turned her world upside down and yet, somehow, set it to rights at the same time.
The letter read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
A school for magic. Morgan had been accepted into a school for magic. The fact that such a place existed in the first place filled her with joy since she had seen first hand how magical people had been persecuted in the past. Maybe the world had changed in one thousand years. Maybe magical people were finally free to use magic without fear of being killed for it.
Morgan checked the second page with the list of Hogwarts supplies and wondered first where she could find such items and second, what the purpose of a wand was.
A second later she realized that Petunia had somehow known all along that she was a witch because, though fearful of her abilities, she hadn't been surprised by the fact that she had those abilities in the first place. That meant that her mother at least had been magical too. After all she knew that magical abilities were hereditary, even if sometimes it could skip some generations. In her old life her mother had been magical and both her and her sister had inherited their magical abilities from her.
Morgan decided that the best thing to do was ask her aunt what she knew.
She returned to the kitchen and showed her the letter. Her aunt, like she was expecting paled and said nothing. Morgan, tired of her silence, said. "Care to explain? We both know that you knew I was a witch. That's why you and your family treated me like dirt since the first moment I ended up on your doorstep. So tell me, was my mother a witch too? Is that why you knew that I would be one too?"
Petunia grimaced before answering "Yes, you are a freak just like your mother and father were. My family was a perfectly normal one until Lily received that damn letter. Our parents were so proud but I recognized her for what she was. Abnormal."
"Shut up. I don't care about your opinion. I just want you to tell me what you know. How did my parents die? Because I can't believe that magical people like them died in a stupid car crash."
"They didn't. They were killed" Petunia admitted reluctantly.
"Killed? By whom? And why?" Morgan asked surprised. She didn't particularly care about them since she had never known them but she wanted to know why someone had targeted her parents specifically.
"I don't know why. Only that the person who killed them was some very powerful dark wizard named Voldemort. I think there was some kind of war in your world and they were enemies."
"Ah, so they were victims of war." That made sense to her. She had been in a war too and casualties were inevitable. "However, you don't know what this war was about…"
"No." Petunia said coldly.
"Okay, I'll find out somehow. So, back to the letter, tell me, where do I find these supplies listed here?"
"There's a place called Diagon Alley, in London. The entrance is through a pub called the Leaky Cauldron"
Morgan smiled "For someone who doesn't care about my world, you certainly know a lot about it, do you?"
Petunia didn't answer and Morgan didn't expect her too. "Good. Can you show me how to reach this Diagon Alley?" Petunia nodded.
"Okay. Another thing, what is the wand for? I don't understand…"
"You need a wand to cast spells. Or at least my sister needed it. She was a freak but not even her could do the things you can do."
Morgan smirked in satisfaction. "Really? Does this mean that most people can't cast spells without a wand? That's interesting".
She found this discovery weird since in the past magical people hadn't needed a wand to cast spells but maybe things had changed in one thousand years. Morgan decided to keep her abilities hidden for the moment. First she needed to learn as much as possible about this new world she was about to enter or she would be at a disadvantage and if there was one thing she hated, was being weak, or at least seen as such. If casting spells without a wand was seeing as extraordinary, she would keep these abilities hidden until she knew how best to use them to her advantage.
Once Petunia explained how to reach Diagon Alley and Morgan had forced her to give her enough money to buy what she needed, she left the house and reached a blind alley a few meters away. She checked that nobody was passing by before concentrating on where she wanted to go. Though she had never seen the Leaky Cauldron, she had once gone with her aunt to London and they had walked through Charing Cross Road, the street where the Leaky Cauldron was located. She had decided that that was the perfect opportunity to use the teleportation spell she had learned just the other day. It was the spell that Morgause had taught her in her last life and that her sister had used to take her away from Camelot when Merlin had tried to poison her.
"Bedyrne ús! Astýre ús þanonweard!" She enunciated carefully. A few seconds later the small tornado she had created swept her away and made her appear in the alley she had visualized in her mind.
Once in Charing Cross Road she started to walk, trying to find the pub that, according to Petunia, was hidden from non-magical eyes. After a good ten minutes of walking she finally saw the old, woody sign that read 'Leaky Cauldron' and smiled.
Inside the pub a few odd-dressed people were sitting at various tables having breakfast. Morgan looked at herself and decided that – to not attract attention – she needed to change her clothes. All the people in the pub in fact were dressed in long robes covered by cloaks. She searched for the toilets and spotted them just a few feet away in the corner. She walked quickly without being noticed and checked that nobody else was inside before saying in a whisper "Gewriil gewæ hééwen" while concentrating on what some witches in the pub were wearing.
In the end, she ended up with an emerald green robe with a narrow waist and flowing at the hips, that reached her feet, and that was covered by a dark green cloak closed with silver claps. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She looked like a proper witch now, similar to the Morgana that she had been once upon a time. The person that she wanted to be again.
She left the bathroom and went straight for the bartender behind the counter. Petunia had told her that to reach Diagon Alley someone with a wand needed to open the passage in the brick wall located at the back of the pub. And to do that, she needed help.
Once she explained the situation to the bartender, whose name was Tom, he was more than happy to help her. Morgan observed intently when Tom brandished his wand and touched with the tip of it the wall bricks in a particular order. A second later the archway to Diagon Alley was in front of her. Morgan thanked Tom and then started to walk, looking around herself in awe. She had never seen a more magical place. Everything around her was simply brimming with magical energy. Everything was bright and colourful and for the first time in her life, Morgan felt like she had found a place to belong.
