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Ginny was rather proud of herself.

She'd just finished her last day of school, ever.

And she was pretty sure she'd not done too bad on her NEWTs. There weren't many things that could shake her undeniably good mood.

Unfortunately, any news involving Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort was one of them.

The Death Eaters were in chaos, ever since the Dark Lord and Harry Potter both had disappeared.

Only Bellatrix Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy knew that someone else had disappeared as well: Morgan.

They didn't know how, they didn't know why, but they knew there hadn't been a fight. It looked as if the Dark Lord had gone willingly. They couldn't see why. There was no "why".

Where were they?

The Death Eaters were slowly falling apart, which was only accelarated by the fact that three days after the Dark Lord disappeared, the Dark Marks vanished, too. Most got nosebleeds or a headache, but nothing more serious came out of its disappearance.

Lucius Malfoy knew when to call it quits. He had had a... dare he say it... good time in Morgan's presence, and now, there wasn't anything he could do any longer. There was no way to do anything but sit back and wait, trying to get his way out of this latest scramble.

He wasn't too surprised when his son got him out of the prospect of facing Azkaban, and into probation. Somehow, some things always paid off.

He'd never even told Narcissa about Morgan, but he told both of them about his suspicion... that both Potter and the Dark Lord were still alive and well, and that they'd just tried to get out of the war.

He didn't tell them why he suspected it, though. It was because every bloody time he'd been near Morgan, he'd wanted to shield her from the war, to take her to safety. It had to have been stronger for those two, her actual family. The girl was just so innocent that he'd wanted to protect her. She'd been a well-behaved child, and a prodigy. It was enough that he wished they were well, wherever they were, because they'd done the sensible thing and gotten out of there.

Even if Morgan would have made one hell of a Dark Lady.

Bellatrix knew she'd get captured again.

She wouldn't let it happen. Ever since she'd met Morgan, she'd started forming... contingency plans. If anything should happen, she'd do a ritual to change her looks, change her name, say goodbye to Cissy, take Morgan and go over to the US. Taking Morgan was unnecessary - her Lord and Morgan's Dad had done that already.

She'd leave a message, in code, for her Lord, in Morgan's and Harry's room.

She knew they might want to find her, and that was where they would look. The room was warded well enough no one else would get in there. It was safe enough to leave any message there. Code actually likely was unnecessary. Well, foresight was better than hindsight.

She'd live a happy life, elsewhere, without Rodolphus and Rabastan (Moron and Idiot, as she named them), without persecution. She'd start over, do her exams, and live.

She'd never contemplated this before meeting Morge. It had smelled too much like betrayal of her Lord.

Now, it seemed like common sense.

She'd keep her first name's abbreviation, she'd decided. Isabella White, as good a name as any.

She'd have to act like she was a mudblood, though, because 'White' wasn't a Wizarding Family Name, but... Merlin's pants, there were bigger sacrifices to be made, and more difficult decisions.

Better stuck playing a mudblood than dead, after all.

The Order of the Phoenix was in disarray.

Quite a lot of Death Eaters had been captured, others had disappeared - including Bellatrix Lestrange - and all of them reported one thing: The Dark Lord had vanished, together with Harry Potter.

What in Merlin's name had happened? There were the most different theories.

One: Voldemort and Harry had offed each other, somewhere, and their bodies had just not been found, yet. Why? The reasons ranged from "Harry wasn't really a traitor, he double-crossed him" to "They had a disagreement over something like torturing or murdering someone"

Two: Voldemort and Harry had been killed in an accident. This one had many fans as well.

Three: They were lovers and rode off into the sunset with each other. Trelawney's idea. Most people disregarded it for several reasons: Incompatible orientations, and an age gap of nearly fifty years or so.

Four: It was a trick. A very well done one, because no one could figure it out.

Five: They'd vanished somewhere for some réason, and likely wouldn't turn up anymore. Maybe they'd gone to another country or something. Why? No idea, but it might have happened.

The last one was Ginny's theory, and the one she hoped had happened.

She wanted it to be true, for Harry to live. Because most other theories didn't include that, or were... well, a bit too ridiculous.

She didn't quite believe it though. No one did, although all of his friends - Luna, Neville, Ron, Hermione, even Draco, strangely enough - wanted to believe it.

Harry and Tom - Harry had gotten his permission to use the shortened version of the name - were settling in well.

It was fun, living in peace, as Muggles.

Renovation with a precocious three-year-old was enough work for both of them, especially next to preparing for their Muggle exams.

Tom was coming along well, it felt easy to him. Even though he was still astonished at the sheer progress Muggles had made in the last fifty years.

At the moment, they were whiting the living room walls, or what would be the living room when they were finished.

Morgan had stolen his tools, taking off like the little devil she was, and Tom was running after her, having seldom felt so purely happy.

He could just live, here. No more killing, no more torture, no more death, no more "Dark Lord", no more hemkissers, no more persecution.

Just life.

AN:

Thanks to all the reviewers, and extra-thanks to TheBigCat for... well, you'll see.

OMAKE by TheBigCat

Morgan stared determinedly at the door that her father slept in with a trademark wicked grin. A couple of seconds later, he stepped out, in his Doctor Good costume. For the last couple of days, they had been visiting the homes of crack addicts and abusers to put a stop to their terrorizing.
"Who's our target tonight, Daddy?" she asked innocently. Harry checked the list. "The central area, Morg," he responded. Morgan grinned again, and they jumped onto their brooms. As they zoomed off into the sky, Harry had to admit that Morgan was a fantastic broomstick rider. Maybe she had inherited it from her father. Or grandfather. He'd have to ask Tom about that sometime.
They neared the building. Drunken shouts were coming out of it. Harry motioned for his daughter to do the honors.
"Stupefy!"
The building was immediately covered in unconscious drunks. With a couple of wand waves, they started to levitate them to the nearest police station, when they came face to face to someone they knew.
"Granddad?" asked Morgan.
The Dark Lord was dressed in a superhero outfit and cape.