Thankfully the girl's bathroom was empty and Morgana sat in the first stall she could reach and plugged her nose with tissue paper. She sighed in relief, hoping she could take this time to try and figure out what in the world just happened. Of course, the universe is not so kind and her moment of quiet was interrupted by more girls entering the bathroom.

"Have you spoken to him?"

So Tom Riddle is, who? The Dark Lord's father?

"No. I don't know what to say. It feels so awkward now."

I suppose everyone has to come from somewhere…

"You should have thought of that before you kissed him."

Bone of the father, flesh of the servant, blood of the enemy. That had to be some kind of dark ritual.

"It doesn't matter anyway. Merlin's not interested."

Wait…what?

"Yes he is; he just doesn't know it yet." Once Morgana really started paying attention, she realized it was Padma Patil speaking.

"No he's not." And Lisa Turpin. "He likes Morgana. You saw how he went straight to her this morning. He didn't even sit down for breakfast."

Morgana thought about it and realized that Merlin did head straight for the Slytherin table that morning, but it was only to give her and Mordred the potions that he'd brewed. She could see how that might be taken the wrong way, but Merlin was just being his usual kind self.

"Morgana isn't a problem," Padma said carefully. "She's – uh…taken."

"Oh? By who?"

Nooo no. No no no no no.

"Draco Malfoy," Padma answered. "They danced at the Christmas party and I saw Mr. Du Bois and Mr. Malfoy leave the party, probably to set up a marriage arrangement."

"So…Malfoy is courting Morgana?"

This can't be happening.

"Yes, but I think it's supposed to be secret. Don't tell anyone."

Morgana bit her lip to keep from swearing. This is happening.

The Ravenclaw girls left shortly after and Morgana opened the door to her stall. She went to the sink to wash her face when she heard another door open. Morgana looked into the mirror and Hermione standing in one of the stalls, apprehension on her face.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

Morgana shrugged nonchalantly. "Just a nosebleed."

"Oh." Hermione turned on the faucet and murmured, "That's not what I was talking about."

"Then what do you mean?" Morgana inquired.

Hermione silently turned off the water and sighed deeply. "I meant that bit about Merlin."

"We're just friends," Morgana said, perhaps a bit too quickly.

"Just friends?"

Morgana slowly raised an eyebrow. "Merlin and I are just friends the way you and Harry are just friends."

Hermione opened her mouth to reply but quickly shut it and began to blush. There had been rumors and gossip about the bookworm and the Boy Who Lived but nothing had ever confirmed Morgana's suspicions until this moment. Just friends indeed.

A thought occurred to Morgana then. Harry had no reason to listen to her. She was a Slytherin tied to his nemesis, after all. But Hermione was different. She would listen to Morgana, if what was said was logical. And Potter would listen to Hermione, as she was most certainly his voice of reason.

"I know you don't take much stock in Divination," Morgana began cautiously, "but just hear me out."

Hermione crossed her arms. "I'm listening."

"I had a vision during my final. Not those fake ones Trelawney has," Morgana added hastily, "but a real vision." She paused to make sure Hermione was still receptive. When Hermione nodded, Morgana continued. "Harry isn't safe. Bad things are about to start happening and I think he's going to be in the middle of it."

Hermione frowned. "Are you finished?"

Morgana sighed in disappointment. "I know this isn't what you wanted to hear but I thought at least one of his friends should know. Out of you and Weasley, Potter seems like a smart enough bloke to come to you when he needs help."

A group of girls, mostly made of Hufflepuffs, entered the bathroom giggling loudly and both Morgana and Hermione chose that moment to leave the bathroom.

Hermione stopped walking but Morgana did not, frustrated that her warning had fallen on deaf ears.

"Just remember what I said, Granger."

It was the day after finals, and while most students went to Hogsmeade, Merlin and Morgana had decided not to leave Mordred on his own. The Dementors had been sent back to Azkaban earlier that morning. To celebrate, the three sorcerers went for a walk in the forest.

"Was it a full moon last night?" Mordred asked, making conversation.

"Yes it was," Merlin answered. "Why?"

"It was just a strange night," Mordred said. "Sirius Black escapes, that hippogriff got away, Morgana slept and Lupin turned into a werewolf. Strange night."

Merlin stopped walking. "Lupin…wait, what?"

"Professor Lupin's a werewolf," Morgana explained. "Didn't you know?"

Merlin squinted at her. "How exactly would I know that?"

"Well there was the essay Professor Snape assigned us for defense class," Morgana commented.

"Or that fact that Snape announced it this morning before breakfast," Mordred added.

Merlin waved his arms around. "Wait a minute, where was I when this happened?"

"It happened in the common room," Morgana said, gently pushing a branch out of her way. "You weren't there."

"Friendliest werewolf I've ever met," Mordred laughed.

"Probably the only werewolf you've ever met." Merlin grinned. "At least he doesn't have Voldemort hanging out the back of his head."

Mordred shrugged. "I'm partial to the narcissistic fraud myself, but I'm biased."

Morgana let herself smile at their banter. Neither of them knew about her vision. She was still debating on whether or not she should tell them. Of course, Daphne's words kept rolling around her head: best friends don't keep secrets from each other.

"You okay?" Merlin's voice pulled Morgana out of her thoughts. He genuinely looked concerned. "You got really quiet."

She sighed, deciding they had every right to know. "I had a vision during my final yesterday."

Mordred frowned. "About what?"

"Voldemort."

Merlin adopted a serious expression and sat at the base of a tree. "Let's hear it then."

"Say the incantation again." Morgana sighed in irritation. Merlin understood. It was the third time he'd asked. "Please," he added.

"Bone of the father, hand of the servant, blood of the enemy," she recited. "You will resurrect your foe."

"It's obviously dark," Mordred commented. "And you said Tom Riddle's tombstone showed up again?"

"Mm hm. I think it's safe to assume Tom Riddle is the 'bone of the father' in all this," Morgana said. "Blood of the enemy?"

"Potter," the three of them said in unison.

"If it's not Harry, I'll eat my shoe," Mordred said.

Merlin sighed. "What about hand of the servant?"

"Sirius Black?" Mordred offered. "He did escape last night."

Morgana shook her head. "I doubt it. The silhouette was a bit more round. You've seen the Wanted posters of Black. He's skin and bone."

"Morgause." Merlin blurted. "Morgause knows about the incantation. She knows Tom Riddle is Voldemort's father."

"So…Morgause is the servant?" Mordred asked skeptically.

"No, that's not…" Merlin struggled to find the words. "I just realized how she figured out Voldemort's return. Tom Riddle."

Morgana nodded slowly. "Should I ask her about it?"

Merlin thought of his father's distrust of Morgause. "I don't think you should."

"Why not?" Mordred questioned. "There's no point in hiding anything from her, especially if you're going to see her again. She read your mind, didn't she?"

"And I'm not hiding something if she already knows what's going on," Morgana added thoughtfully.

Merlin sighed and conceded. "Fine. Just be careful, yeah? We still don't know what her motives are."

"Of course."

"So," Mordred shifted anxiously on the forest floor, "now we just wait for Voldemort to come back."

Merlin shook his head. "I've been thinking about that. Maybe dad could teach me a few spells this summer and I'll teach you both when we come back to school."

"Under-aged magic is against the law," Morgana pointed out. "I don't know how you got away with it last time, but I doubt the Ministry will overlook it again."

Mordred snorted. "Maybe they're scared of the Dragonlord."

"Either way, it wouldn't hurt to ask him," Merlin said.

"This isn't fair!" Mordred exclaimed suddenly. "You get to learn a few spells and Morgana gets to learn about our resident evil warlock. What am I supposed to do all summer?"

"Your homework," Morgana commented firmly. "I swear if I find out you waited until the last minute-"

"Hey, it gets done," Mordred replied playfully.

"You get decent marks on your assignments, don't you?" Merlin asked, egging Mordred on.

"Of course I do," Mordred boasted. "I work well under pressure."

Merlin turned back to Morgana. "Well there you go. He works well under pressure." Her incredulous look was priceless.

They argued, in jest of course, and it almost seemed as if they hadn't just finished talking about visions and the return of the Dark Lord.

Almost.

AN: Yes I know it's been a month and I apologize. Life happened and it sucked. On a lighter note, Goblet of Fire will begin before 2016.