"Diminuendo." Morgan shrank all of her things, levitated and put all of her things in her leather backpack. It would take Hermione a while before she gets to the Potion's classroom considering the hallways are packed with Aurors, debris, and students. Why they haven't gone back with their families is a mystery.
Morgan did another look around the room and let out a heavy sigh. If the plan works, she'll see this place and the memories will stick with her but it will be a lot different.
She hoped that her friends and former roomates are as safe as the Malfoys are. From a letter she received before Voldemort and his supporters invaded the school, the Greengrass Family are saying in their unplottable summer house in France. Pansy left with the other Slytherin students and so far no letter or sign has been sent if any of them are still alive.
Morgan smiled when Florence flew straight to her and lightly flapped his wings in front of her.
"I hope she won't think I'm mad or worse tell the Ministry. There's only so much they'll tolerate from me." Morgan said and offered her arm as a perch but Florence only tilted his head.
"Alright. Come with me but don't make a mess." Morgan turned around and closed the their room one last time.
Hermione arrived at their meeting place first. The potion's classroom was as dim as she remembered. The only thing that wasn't there was Professor Snape who died from a snake bite. Harry told her that he plans to bury his body alongside his mother's after he clears Snape's name.
"So glad to see you again." Morgan's voice echoed in the classroom. Hermione turned around to see her carrying her backpack and Florence flying beside her.
"I also have a plan." Morgan smiled at her then closed and locked the door before tapping the it once.
"If it involves your Time-Turner, don't even think about it," said Morgan coldly, "we'll need something stronger to make my plan work. I'd prefer if it was as old as Hogwarts."
Hermione tried not to flinch at Morgan's tone. It's been a while since she's heard her talk like one of those spoiled and narcissistic Slytherin Purebloods. It was usually warm or fake smiles then again since after the battle, George or Remus have been within hearing range.
"Now then, I'll get the necessary item for us to go back in time. Meanwhile, I'll need you to help me with making letters for the families that we'll be staying with in the past." Hermione was shocked speechless. She felt something nudging at the back of her mind.
Families that we'll be staying with in the past?!
"We won't go there in this form and age, Hermione. It'll be too suspicious especially during that time." Morgan scolded her.
"Stay out of my head!" Hermione snapped but Morgan laughed at her. "Would you care to expound on that?"
"I've made the permanent de-aging potion-"
"What do you mean permanent?! That's not possible!" Hermione started pacing and barely saw Morgan rolling her eyes.
"-Snape helped me. He didn't ask too many questions. Anyway, I've made the de-aging potion and we still get to keep out memories and magic but it might be a bit unstable considering our bodies will be smaller."
"How and what are we going to use to go back? How many years? What happens if we change the timeline?!" Hermione yelled.
"Oh calm down, Hermione. Do I look like an idiot?" Hermione opened her mouth but closed it quickly when she saw Morgan glare at her as if daring her to say Yes.
"That's the whole point! We can change the timeline. No one has to die except that noseless bastard." Morgan hissed at her and shoved a piece of parchment to her.
Find a Time-Turner.
Drink the de-aging poition and go back in time as infants.
Preferably, end up with the Potters, Evans, Snapes or Blacks.
Warn the Order but do not tell Dumbledore about the future. Merlin knows that idiot would jeopardize everything.
"Why do you hate Dumbledore so much? He died to save Harry!" Hermione defended while Morgan rolled her eyes at her.
"He died to save himself from the Dark Lord's ring. Do you want to finish reading the whole plan or not?"
Write letters for ourselves in the future-past.
Save our family and find a way to back to the the current time should we the circumstances be too much for us.
"What exactly do you need me for if you got all of this already?" Hermione tried to surpress her shudder when Morgan grinned at her as if she was prey.
"Merlin knows you'll fuck up everyrhing if you don't have a plan. I do need you for the letters thought."
"Just one?"
"Just one for everyone."