April 1968
The Pureblood community scrambled to hear the full story about the Potter Twins. To hear that the long time bachelor, Alphard Black, had a daughter was one thing but to find out that the often closed off Potter family to have children in their old age was another thing.
The other Purebloods had hoped that the line of Potters would end with Fleamont but now it would seem that creating new bridges with the Potters would be the best option, for now.
The news started when the Potters went to Diagon Alley with two small children in tow. James Potter with his mop of disheveled hair, that Euphemia and his sister tried to tame earlier but failed to do so, dressed in finely tailored wizarding robes of red and black walked behind his parents holding his sister's left hand.
"James will you stop dragging me?! I can walk just fine." Morgan snapped at his brother and let out a sigh of annoyance when James turned to her with a pout.
"But you like holding my hand! Plus, you never know what kind of dark things lurks in this roads." James said and smiled when Morgan didn't let go of his hand.
"I know very well what kind of things exists in this place." Morgan shuddered at the memory of staying at Knockturn Alley when the Dark Lord began searching for his followers.
'Nothing good comes out of that place.' Morgan thought and smiled back at her brother. 'Thank Merlin, I still have my memories.'
"Come along now, James. Stop scaring your sister." Euphemia scolded her eldest while blantantly trying to ignore the whispers and stares of the other wizard and witches.
"What flavor do you want this time?" Fleamont asked his children and opened the door toFlorean Fortescue Ice Cream Parlour.
"Inky said that the Muggles made a new flavour, Mint Chocolate Chip. I hope they have it here!" Morgan beamed at her Father and heard the awws of the witches around them.
"I want vanilla!" James yelled and dragged his sister inside to sit at near the window.
Fleamont and Euphemia chuckled at their children and sat across from them. A young waiter approached them, took their order and left with a promise to bring their orders quickly.
"Dad when will we get our own wands? I want to go to Hogwarts now." Morgan said and frowned when her parents only smiled at her.
"It's going to be a few years until that happens. They don't send us our letter until age of eleven." A snooty voice said behind Morgan and she looked back to see a small girl with black bushy hair, amber-brown eyes and a pale and thin face.
"Who are you?" Morgan tilted her head to the side and stared at the hand the bushy haired girl offered her.
"Hermione Black and you are?" Hermione said with a curious look.
"Morgana Potter but everyone calls me Morgan." Morgan smiled and vigorously shook Hermione's hand.
I wonder if she also kept her memories.
"This is my brother, James Potter, and they are our parents, Fleamont and Euphemia." Morgan introduced her family and pointing at them to indicate who was who.
She saw that the waiter was back carrying their ice cream.
"If you don't mind, I shall be eating my ice cream now." Morgan smiled at Hermione and quickly grabbed a spoon and scooped a spoonful of pale green ice cream.
"It looks weird." James quickly scooped a teaspoon full from Morgan's bowl before she could slap his hand away. "Tastes weird too."
"Your face looks weird but do you hear anything from me?" Morgan mumbled.
"What? Did you say something?" James poked Morgan's cheek with his spoon. Some melted ice cream dripping down her face and robes.
"James, that's disgusting." Morgan leaned away from James then flicked her hand. A handful of tissues flew to her hand and people in the shop gasped staring at Morgan but she was too busy wiping James' mess.
"T-that's wandless magic! Since when could you do wandless and nonverbal magic?!" James grabbed his sister and started shaking her until he froze.
"I've been doing it since I could remem-" Morgan looked up and saw James sitting still with his arms straight on his sides. "Oh! Sorry." She touched James' shoulder and the spell was lifted.
"...What?" Morgan looked around the shop and saw people were whispering and staring at her.
"Teach me how to do that!" James jumped from his seat and beamed at Morgan.
"Love, ignore them." Fleamont said and nodded at Morgans melting ice cream.
Morgan nodded back and smirked at James saying, "Yeah, later."
James pouted at his sister and dat back down to finish his ice cream.
"That's what you always say but it never happens."
Hermione was delighted to see that Morgan was well. She was grateful enough that she ended up with Sirius' uncle instead of being reborn as Walburga's daugther.
It was nice to see Morgan smiling for a change. Sirius told them that before the whole Wormtail fiasco, Morgan was already being groomed to be the obedient follower of the Dark Lord. Considering the family she ended up with now, Hermiome can understand why Morgan would rebel against everything she was raised to believe in.
Walburga Black is not a good mother at all. The bruises on Sirius is proof enough of that.
Earlier, she saw the other witches and wizards scarmbling to get a look on the Potter family. Father said that it was very rare for them to be out and about much less with children spitting image of them in tow.
I do hope this plan works.