I know your mother. She told me how she had been suffering from blood discrimination. I understood well for Uther Pendragon continued exploiting our kind. He raped my mother and I was born.
Harry interrupted Morgana in the book. 'Wait, did my mother talk to you?'
The letters oozed out.
Yes, she found me in the same library. She was very angry. I got her situation. The things had never changed. The ruler and the ruled, though their souls are in the same level.
'How often did she call you?'
Three times. The second time, the boy, your father stopped her telling this book was dangerous and he began snogging her on the chair while closing the book.
'But she came back?'
Yes, she wanted to learn druidic blood magic as defending herself against dark magic. I taught her how it would work. I wonder if she had a chance to use the magic.
'She had the chance... and she was killed.' Harry tried to be calm. He shut his mother's cry in his mind.
Poor girl. She couldn't control her magic. She might have survived if she had not been so powerful. I am sure you inherited her magic. You have the power to collect the lightening. I infer that your enemy was killed by your blood magic, the lightening power. I want your power. I will tell you how to face your enemy. Who is your enemy?
Harry closed the book. His enemy right now was Morgana herself, who in the book didn't know the fact. Or she must have known everything, if Hermione had been trapped by the book. A question popped up suddenly, he opened the book again and spoke,
'I am Harry James Potter. My mother's enemy was Tom Riddle. Did he have a talk with you?' and he waited for the answer.
The words came up to the surface.
Tom. I miss him. I taught him how to make his diary to survive. Oh, you killed him.
'Those who learned magic from you was killed. I now understand what my father said. You are dangerous. My friend will never read this book any more.' He shut the book once more.
How could he destroy this? He didn't think Basilisk fang would work. Dumbledore might know the way. He held the book in his arm and hurried to McGonagall's office.
McGonagall welcomed Harry with tea and biscuits. She beamed at him,
'I am very proud of you, Harry. Your DADA class created a sensation among the students. You came to talk about your class, didn't you?'
Harry urged her to turn her attention to the book on the desk. 'Do you know the book?'
McGonagall inspected it with her wand without opening it. She got tensed up. 'How did you bring this? It shouldn't be taken out of the restricted section.'
'Hermione seemed to have read it many times. It affected her badly. I want to destroy this.' He looked up at the portraits and searched for Dumbledore, but it was missing. 'Where is Dumbledore? Did you remove it to somewhere?' Then he noticed Snape's was missing, too.
McGonagall said, 'Granger suggested to add more bright color for them, so I sent them to the painter. I'll look after this book. Don't worry. I'll keep her away from the book.'
Having a shade of anxiety, he went back to the room, where Ron was waiting for him.
'How was she?'
'Positive. Your guess was right. Hermione was confounded by her. Queen Morgana made a magical book just like Tom Riddle's diary. She taught him how to make it.'
'Did she know about Horcruxes?'
'No, I don't think so. But she must have taught him the basic magic around the diary. Hermione was crying while reading it. Have you heard something about the book from her?'
Ron shrugged, 'Perhaps, she missed me? She'll be alright since I came back.'
'Yes. Please take care of her...Stay with her tonight.'
Both of them got silent hitting upon what Harry's words meant. Ron nodded jerkily, stood up and walked away.
Harry remembered the books Malfoy sent and opened the picture book first.
He thought the first page was beautiful. Highlands were full of purple and pink flowers. He guessed they were heathers. A stream was running between them and flowed to a big river. He read,
All souls become water in the end. The sacred water in the isle of Abalon produces souls.
You can find them in Tír na nÓg.
If you do good things, your soul will come back.
If you do bad things, you will become a soul eater.
He was disgusted at the Dementors on the next page.
Those who killed the innocence, your next stage will be the soul eater.
You'll never be satisfied with one soul.
All you do will be sucking the other.
You can't stop violating the other's soul.
Because it is what you did while you lived on the earth.
Never ending hell you will have.
Harry flipped the next page to find a hooded man.
Where will the generated soul wander?
Between the morn and the night, the twilight.
Only Merlin can save them.
Where is he?
He is always in those who have courage.
Open the gate.
The last page was all yellow and there were white zigzag patterns. No letters. On the last pages, human figures came out of the river, and gathered around the two trees. A snake hung from the branch and under it, a naked woman was standing. Harry chuckled when he imagined Molly's threatening look at the twins, who must have checked the provocative curve of the picture. He finished and was going to open the stagman's book. Then Ron came back,
'She is missing, Harry. Hermione isn't in her room.'