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Just a funny filler to tie up loose ends. Many of you requested this chapter, so here you go!
The very next morning, before the first rays of sun had touched the tip of Ravenclaw Tower, Morgana sat up in bed and immediately remembered the events of the night before.
She stumbled out of the dorm rooms, almost forgetting to get dressed, before tripping on her way down the staircase. A sleepy Fiona staggered out behind her, awakened from her loud exit. "Where're you going, Morgana?" she mumbled, irritated. "It's too bloody early for any more of your dramatics!"
Morgana laughed and pushed Fiona back up the staircase. "Don't worry, Fiona," she grinned. "I'll be fine! Go back to sleep if you want, there are three more hours until classes." Fiona grumbled but went back to bed anyway.
She sat down in the Great Hall, munching on toast while reading the Daily Prophet, all the while eagerly waiting for Tom to come out. Morgana knew he was an early riser, and she didn't want to miss him in case he went back to pureblood extremist friends.
Finally, after half an hour of waiting, a yawning Tom appeared at the entrance of the hall. "Tom!" His head shot up in surprise at seeing her there so early, and he wandered closer. "Yes?" he asked. Morgana didn't even pause to answer and dragged him out.
"Morgana, I haven't even had breakfast –"
She pulled him into a deserted classroom and shut the door. "Irrelevant," she said, interrupting the Heir of Slytherin in her excitement. "I went digging yesterday and I asked Sam Davies -"
"Sam Davies? The Quidditch Captain is your boyfriend now, is he?" Morgana groaned. "No! Tom, we're just friends."
He snorted in disbelief. "Yeah, right."
She was too excited to care about his comments though, and the words burst out of her mouth. "I found out what the Deathly Hallows are!"
"Excuse me?"
Morgana bobbed up and down on her heels, enjoying Tom's flabbergasted expression. She explained to him all that she had learnt last night, about Charles Potter's invisibility cloak, about the Peverell brothers and about how the symbol of the Deathly Hallows was also Grindelwald's mark. "The Deathly Hallows are real, Tom, and one of them is at Hogwarts!" she crowed, and he shook his head stubbornly.
"They can't be real, Morgana. Fairy tales don't come true."
"Oh yeah? How do you explain the Peverell crest, then? And the Invisibility Cloak?" she retorted. Tom fell silent and fiddled with the ring on his finger. Morgana smirked triumphantly and he shot a murderous glare at her.
"So, if these Deathly Hallows really do exist," Tom questioned her in a skeptical tone, "then how are we going to obtain them? We don't know where the Elder Wand might be, or how to take the invisibility cloak, or even where the Resurrection Stone is…"
Morgana bit her lip. "I'm still working on that," she said, far more confidently than she felt. Tom snorted at her and she flushed. "Hey, I only found out about this yesterday!" she said defensively.
"The first thing we need to do is to get the Invisibility Cloak," Morgana said.
"Obviously," Tom drawled. She scowled and sent an underpowered stinging hex at him. "Ouch! What was that for?" He glared at her angrily and she narrowed her eyes back. "Stop it, Tom. This is our chance to immortality – don't act like a petulant child just because you were wrong."
"I am never wrong," he replied, sulking, but he didn't complain after that.
"Anyway, I know Charlus Potter has the Invisibility Cloak with him, so it should be in Gryffindor Tower, where the dorms should be. Do you know how to get into the rooms?" Tom smirked. "Of course – I am a prefect, after all. I just don't know the password, but they do change it less frequently than us Slytherins."
She nodded. "That's good. I suppose that means we'll have to sneak in and take it ourselves?" "I'm afraid so," he replied smirking. "We can use disillusionment charms, and replace the original Invisibility Cloak with a normal one."
Morgana beamed. "Excellent, now all we need to do is find out the password and we can get the Cloak next week."
Tom's slight smile dropped. "I don't think so." She frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"Next week is a holiday to celebrate the end of the Chamber of Secrets catastrophe," he told her, on edge. She simply nodded, lips pressed tightly together – they had agreed not to mention the Chamber of Secrets incident unless absolutely necessary.
"I see. Wouldn't that make it easier for us for take it?"
"No," he sighed. "It's compulsory to go back home – the Board of Governors are also searching the school for the Chamber and they don't want any students getting in the way." Morgana stared at him in horror.
"You mean – we'll have to go – the Orphanage?" she asked him, and Tom had never heard her voice become so distressed, so strangled. He just nodded in confirmation and she swore a string of obscenities, some which he had never even heard of before. "Language," he reprimanded her, half amused, half worried.
"Do we really have to?" Morgana asked desperately, clinging to the transparent hope of staying at Hogwarts. "Perhaps we should ask Dippet?"
"I ask the professors to let me stay every summer," he said flatly. "But guess what the old coot Dumbledore says?"
"Damn it," she hissed, so angry that she had slipped into Parseltongue. It looked like she would be paying a visit to Wool's Orphanage (and many painful memories) after all these years.
"Bet Mrs. Cole's going to be happy when she sees me back," she muttered.
The following Sunday, the school was bustling with students lugging heavy trunks behind them and doing some last minute packing. The bright red Hogwarts Express train was there, and as the rest of the Hogwarts said their farewells, Tom and Morgana were boarding the train in a gloomy silence.
They found an empty compartment all to themselves. Fiona was with her brother and Megan further down the train, and Tom's little empire was building itself with the help of Abraxas Malfoy, his loyal right-hand man. The pair lounged across the two seats like kings, Tom reading a complicated Dark Arts book and Morgana amusing herself with a Patronus, annoying her partner at the same time. Despite trying for the last two months, he still couldn't produce a corporeal Patronus.
It irritated Tom to no end.
One and a half hours later, the train jolted to a stop. Silently, the two pulled the trunks off the racks (they had been spelled with a weightless charm) and carried them out of the station. Morgana followed Tom through the streets of Muggle London with a heavy sense of impending doom.
"Do I still share a room with you?" she asked nervously.
Tom nodded. "Yes. Lavina George tried to move in, but thank Circe that didn't last." Morgana groaned. "Oh dear Merlin, I'd forgotten about her! She tried to move in?" He snorted. "Stupid, I know. Don't worry, she didn't take any of your old stuff," he added.
They finally arrived back at Wool's Orphanage. Nothing, as far as Morgana could see, had changed. The paint was still peeling off the grey walls, the flowerbeds hadn't sprouted any flowers yet and the building was as damp and gloomy as she remembered. The ancient, creaking gate was still there, and she slowly pushed it open, wincing at the horrible screech it made.
She missed Hogwarts already.
"Only one week," she muttered to herself. Tom gave her a funny look. "Are you talking to yourself?"
"No," she flushed, and knocked on the heavy wooden door sharply. It swung open a few minutes later, and a skinny old lady appeared on the doorstep. She was wearing a worn nightgown with suspicious brown stains spilling down the front and her hand was clutching a bottle of sherry tightly. Mrs. Cole paled at the sight of Tom.
"You – you're not meant to be back yet!" she spluttered. "And who's this?"
"Surely you remember me, Mrs. Cole?" Morgana smiled sweetly at her. The elderly matron's eyes widened comically and she took a step backwards, face white as a sheet, as if she had seen a ghost.
"You're the Greene girl!" she whispered. "But, you're meant to be dead… Tom himself said you were dead... I haven't seen you in what, five years..." Suddenly, she opened her eyes wide as if a huge realisation had struck her. The ancient caretaker sucked in a gasp of air while staring at Tom. "She was dead, but you brought her back, didn't you? It's the only way she could come back. With your, your freakish powers."
Morgana blinked incredulously. Mrs Cole couldn't really believe that Tom had raised her from the dead, could she? He wasn't a Necromancer - a necromancer hadn't been born for since the time of Merlin - and Morgana wondered how the Matron could be so stupid, before remembering the drunk woman in front of her was a Muggle.
On her right, Tom smirked at Mrs. Cole knowingly. "Perhaps I did," he replied coolly, vastly amused at the horrified expression upon the wrinkled features in front of him.
"Oh, dear Lord," she whispered, as if in prayer, before hesitantly opening the door and letting them in. They walked in, back straight and heads held high, ignoring the rest of the terrified orphans as they passed through the corridors, dragging their weightless trunks behind them.
Mrs. Cole followed behind them, nervously wringing her hands together. "Abnormal, this is," she kept muttering. "Bringing people back from the dead... freakish powers..." She took a swig of sherry every now and then to calm her nerves.
"You two can't sleep in the same room," she protested, when they reached Tom's room. "Why not?" Morgana glared at the cowering Matron. "It's – it's inappropriate," the old lady stuttered. "A boy and girl over ten can't stay in the same room, I won't allow it…"
"You won't allow it?" Morgana hissed out, dangerously. "Tell me this, Mrs. Cole, do you order us around?" Mrs. Cole trembled under the witch's glare, shook her head frantically and scurried off.
Tom, slightly amused, unlocked the Wizarding padlock on the door using his magical signature. The pair entered the room, and Morgana was suddenly hit by a blast of nostalgia.
The bedroom seemed to be frozen in time. Tom's cot was still in the corner of the room, the shelves were still tidy and pushed against one wall, and the tiny desk was immaculately organized. Even her old clothes were hanging up inside the wardrobe. The only thing missing was her bed, which Mrs. Cole appeared with moments later, but she ignored her and simply stood there, drinking in all the details from her childhood.
"Morgana? Morgana!" She blinked and realised Tom had been speaking to her. "Sorry, I wasn't listening," she mumbled. He sighed impatiently and helped her put her trunk under the cot. "Never mind," he muttered, and stowed both their wands away safely in a locked drawer.
After spending a mere day with the muggles, Morgana was already bored. The orphanage gate was always locked – even the Muggle War had already ended, Mrs. Cole wasn't taking any chances – so they couldn't escape from the dreary building to go into town. All she had was Tom's company to keep her from dying of boredom.
At noon, the inevitable happened. Lavina George came into Tom's room and met Morgana.
"Hellooo? Anyone here?" A high pitched giggle sounded from behind the door, and Morgana sat up from her position on Tom's bed. He looked at her and nodded, so she got up and slowly pulled the door open.
"Good morning Tom, or is it afternoon... it doesn't really matter! I heard you got back and I…" The whining voice trailed off in surprise, and pink painted lips formed a wide O shape.
"What – you can't be here – you!" she spluttered. Morgana grinned, all teeth and no smile. "Hello, Lavina," she replied coolly, looking over the other girl in disgust.
Lavina George didn't seem to have changed in the slightest. Her hair was done up with a ridiculously fancy bow and everywhere Morgana looked there seemed to be pink. Pink blouse, pink skirt, pink shoes – even her fake necklace was pink! She scowled.
Tom smirked and simply stood aside, watching the fight with amused eyes.
Lavina's mouth was open like a goldfish and her chocolate brown eyes were wide. "You're dead!" she shrieked in a high pitched voice. Suddenly, as if remembering something, she glared at her. "Greene, what did you do to Tom, you little freak!" Morgana frowned and shot a confused glance at Tom, who shrugged, still amused.
The Muggle girl continued shrieking at her. "I know what you are – a little freak! You've used your – your freaky powers to enchant Tom. You put a spell on him and made him like you. He would never like you otherwise, you filthy witch!"
After a second of startled silence, Morgana burst out laughing. "I enchanted Tom? Really?"
Lavina bristled. "Yes! He wouldn't ever be so mean if you hadn't enchanted him. I bet he's disgusted by you right now, for making him love you. He probably wants to... I don't know, burn you a stake or something! But now that your enchantment's worn off, he probably hates you now, right? Right, Tom?"
There was no response. Tom was laughing to hard to talk.
The pink monstrosity sniffed. "Why are you laughing? This is serious – she bewitched you! She's – she's controlling you, Tom. Fight back! Save yourself from her evil magic!"
Morgana snickered. "How, exactly, do you know that I bewitched Tom?" Lavina glared at her. "Because, why else would Tom hang out with you? Why else would Tom abandon me and say such horrible things to me if not for you? Why else would he like you!" Her voice pitched up hysterically and Morgana raised an eyebrow at her.
"Why, does little Lavina have a crush?" she teased. The spoilt girl tossed her hair back, knocking her fancy bowtie to the ground.
"It's not a crush. It's true love," she declared in an obvious tone.
Tom choked on his own laughter next to her and Morgana smirked. "True love, really? Like, in a fairy tale?" she drawled.
"Yes," Lavina said stubbornly.
"Fairy tales don't come true, Lavina. Don't you know that?"
With that, Morgana grabbed Tom and crushed their lips together.
Lavina spluttered in outrage as the two continued snogging right in front of her. "But – you can't do that! Tom's my true love! This – you –"
Morgana ignored her, smirking, and deepened the kiss. Lavina stomped her foot on the ground, shaking in rage.
"You're stealing my – Tom, remember she's a witch – urgh!" Finally, the self-indulged brat left, stamping her feet with angry tears running down her face. Morgana smirked and stepped back, grinning. Tom burst out laughing and fell back on his cot.
"Brilliant, Morgana, brilliant," he guffawed. "Did you see her face?" She chortled. "I know! And you should've heard her – true love! Oh dear Merlin…"
The two fell down, rolling around on the ground in laughter, until Mrs. Cole knocked on the door an hour later, informing them (in bemusement) that dinner was ready.
Hope you enjoyed, and please review :) Happy Halloween, everyone!
