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Ginny was on a mission while Harry and Morgan were gone.

It was: Find Albus Dumbledore, corner him, hit him over the head with a book and show him the damn facts about Made humans.

Well, not the third.

Maybe.

It depended on his stubbornness. So, if she was lucky and he behaved like normal, she would get to hit him. The notion cheered her up immensely. She was in the mood to hit someone over the head with a book.

Harry had said nothing at all about Morgan's date offer. Not one word.

She really hoped Dumbledore would be stubborn.

Tom, Morgan and Harry were standing in the near-ruin of their old home.

They crept through the throne room, to their rooms.

In Harry and Morgan's living room, there was a letter on the floor.

"My Lord, dear Harry and Morgan,

After your disappearance, I thought it prudent to remove myself from the Death Eaters as well. I used a ritual to permanently change my appearance and go undercover as a Mudblood in the USA. I've moved to the Magical District of New York City. If you want to contact me, my new name is Isabella White. I have applied for a position in the American Magical Department. I hope I'll get a job there.

Yours, Bella

PS: Morgan, I think I'm gonna buy you some Christmas presents. Should you find me, I'll give them to you.

PPS: Harry, take care of my Lord and Morgan. They'll need it."

Bella had left them a letter.

"Why do you need to take care of us?"

"Because I'm the only one with any common sense in this family? No, joking, I haven't got a clue. She should have begged Morgan to take care of the two of us."

Tom smiled at him.

"Yeah, without our little one, we'd be totally lost."

"Hey, I'm not little!"

They laughed.

Then, Harry and Morgan returned to Hogwarts, while Tom went to their family home.

Meanwhile, Albus Dumbledore was having one bad day.

Ginny Weasley had found him alone in his office, signing papers, and had proceeded to hit him over the head with a book.

"Ow! What was that for?"

She shrugged.

"I'm in a bad mood, and you might have been stubborn. Here, there's something that would interest you, Headmaster."

She popped the book she'd just to hit him open.

"A Dark Arts book?"

"Read this, or I'll hit you again."

He read.

And he didn't like what he read.

There were rituals to create humans?

"What... does this work?"

"I've met a girl. Seven years old. Clever as hell, and a mean sense of humour. She's as much a person as anyone else, and she's got as much of a right to live as anyone else."

"Was she responsible for the Mr. Twinkles' incidences?"

Ginny seemed to think.

"I can't say for sure, but I think so. She's got quite a lot of talent for the Dark Arts."

"How?"

"It's in her blood, as far as I know."

That wasn't very much information at all. For all he knew, she could be the Dark Lord's daughter or something like that.

"So, what will you do now?"

"What do you mean?"

"There are laws that people like her should be killed on sight. I'm pretty sure there should be an amendment or two to that damn law."

He blinked. He hadn't considered that. Well, he hadn't had time to properly think over this yet, anyway. But now that he was reminded of the law, he was filled with horror. This ritual was aimed to design people. Normal people, children that could be killed without repercussion just because he and the other Wizengamot members had been uninformed when drafting the law!

"I'll have it changed as soon as I can."

"Good."

"Uh... you don't think I could meet the girl, don't you?"

Ginny seemed to take a while to think.

"I think something could be arranged. I'd have to talk to her first, of course."

She hit him over the head again.

"What?"

"Sorry, I really, really needed that."

Lucius hadn't expected to receive any letters from his son.

He certainly hadn't expected that he would get a missile from Morgan through his son.

It was in a normal, white Muggle paper envelope, with the words "For Uncle Lucy" on them.

To his bad luck, Narcissa had gotten it before him.

"There's only one person who'd address me like that...", he mumbled.

She stared at him, angrily.

"May I?"

He took the letter, read it, and nearly collapsed in relief.

Morgan was safe.

And he should tell his family about her. There was a "permission note" from his Lord included.

Oh, and by the way, he should come to Hogwarts sometime to catch up with her and Dad.

"Who wrote you that letter?"

"Girl", he answered brusquely, and immediately realized his mistake, before Narcissa could scream, shout and rave at him.

"Seven years old", he added as fast as he could.

"LUCIUS NICHOLAS MALFOY, WHA... wait a second. How old, did you say?"

"Seven years. I used to help babysit her, on her Grandfather's orders."

"Why could her grandfather order you to do anything?"

He held out the signed note from the Dark Lord.

"Our Lord had a granddaughter?"

"Yes. I think there was some sort of ritual involved so she'd have a quarter of his blood and half of Potter's. Don't ask me what happened to the remaining quarter, I don't know."

"And why does she call you 'Lucy'?"

"That's how Po..., Harry introduced me to her. Her Uncle Lucy. She also took quite a liking to her Auntie Bella. You know some of the Death Eaters who got killed? She helped torture them. Wasn't even out of her nappies by then. Could already cast a mean Cruciatus. It would have been pretty idiotic to object to a nickname she was fond of. Especially because our Lord never did a single thing to correct her."

"And so, you got stuck as Uncle Lucy?"

"Yes."

"What about the Dark Lord's disappearance?"

"If I had to guess, I'd say they wanted to protect her, and found living in different conditions much better. Can't really fault them for it. Though she would have made one hell of a Dark Lady."

"The Dark Lord's granddaughter... what an honour..."

It had been. That was one other reason why he hadn't objected to his duties.

"It wasn't all fun."

"What else did she write?"

"Uh... we should come by sometime. I think she's at Hogwarts right now, together with her Dad."

"Really? So, when are we going?"

"I don't know. I just hope I won't be roped into playing with dolls again... or worse... playing dress-up with Harry and Bella and our Lord."

"Really, she made you do that?"

"Yes. What's so funny?"

"Nothing. And what did you have to play during dress-up?"

"Do I really have to say?"

"Yes. Come on, hubbie."

"Really?"

"Yes."

He mumbled something incomprehensible.

"Loud and clear, Lucius. Loud and clear!"

"A princess, okay? I had to play the bloody princess!"

"You? Princess? What role did Bella play?"

"The brave knight out to rescue the princess. And it isn't funny! That was traumatizing!"

"Potter?"

"Dragon."

"And the Dark Lord? Did he play the grandmother or something?"

"Yes. How did you guess that one?"

It took a lot of time until Cissy had calmed down enough from laughing to do anything else. He was pretty sure she'd cracked a rib or two.

Served her right, he thought darkly. He never, ever wanted to play a princess again. Never ever.

AN: Yeah, I'm thanking you again. It's a bit repetitive. No OMAKE this time. By the way, bloodredfirefly, Omake is japanese, for "extra", about the same meaning as "Easter egg". AnimagiPotter, there will be some Ron, Hermione and Morgan interaction in the next chapter.