Kingsley was astounded by the Muggle news. They reported that the unidentified animals attacked the conflict zone from the east to the west. The armed men were found dead. Some of them were burnt and the others were unhurt but lifeless, their face looked tormented. Being heard from Hermione, he sent the team including Ron and Scamander for more investigation. They guessed the evil source must have been the uncontrolled dragons.

Harry stayed at Hogwarts with Bill who visited there to examine Morgana's book. Bill didn't open it as he knew Morgana would be doubtful if he opened and inspected it. His wands out, Bill cast complicated spells on the cover.

'Merlin's beard. I can feel her breathing. I'm not sure whether I should burn or smash it.' Bill continued pointing his wand at the book. 'Well, I should shred this to finish the piece of her soul without losing her memory.'

Harry noticed Bill's strange attire. He looked like a monk, a loose flowing outer nearly touched the floor of the empty classroom.

'Why do you wear it? You look like a citizen of ancient Rome.'

'To impress Queen Morgana when I accidentally allow her to gain more power than I predicted.'

'Is it safe? I think burning is better, no?'

Bill added another spell, 'Harry, you have the Invisibility Cloak. Put it on. I assume she will show herself after absorbing the past readers' wonders or their negative feelings. I added more power to her. I'll count ten. Harry, prepare for yourself.'

'Okay, tell me when you need my support, Bill.' Harry pulled over the Cloak.

'Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four three, two, one, revelio!'

A woman emerged out of the book like a waterfowl from the surface of water. Her hair was not strawberry blonde. It was dark as raven's feather. Her eyes were green. Harry wondered if it was because of Evans bloodline. She was beautiful, as tall as Bill. She bowed politely and smiled at him.

'I haven't talked with you, but you helped me to revive.' Then her face got contorted with pain, 'I can't breathe!'

Harry gazed at Bill who was now casting multiple cutting spells upon the book. Morgana's shadow became thinner and thinner and she vanished. There left innumerable confetti on the floor.

'Has she gone?' Harry pulled off his Cloak.

'Yes.' Bill carefully gathered the shreds from the floor into a metal box on the desk without touching them. 'I need to collect her memory to get more information around her magic. I'm exhausted. I want to eat raw steak.'

'Tickle the pear.'

'What?'

'The painting of a bowl of fruits at the entrance of Hogwarts kitchen. Winky will prepare raw steak for you.' Harry grinned.

'Thanks, Harry.' Bill held up the box in his arms and left.

Harry marched the corridor to his room and bumped at a silver blond on his way. 'Sorry...oh, Malfoy.' He was passing him and stopped. He remembered Malfoy had sent the books. He turned around and walked towards him. 'Hey.'

Malfoy tensed his bicep when Harry's hand touched lightly.

'Thank you for sending the books. It helps a lot.'

'Have you read both?' His voice cracked.

'Yep, almost. It was funny, the cover. A stag man?'

'Your patronus.'

'You know mine?'

'Of course.' He stared at his shoes.

Harry held his hand to him, 'We are friends.'

Startled, Malfoy stared at Harry without a word. Harry was afraid he would punch him and stepped back. Then Malfoy's arms were stretched and he hugged Harry tight.

'I'm honored. I am sorry for having bullied you. I couldn't figure out my feeling.'

Harry was overwhelmed by Malfoy's sudden outburst and just stood there. Then Malfoy released him, turned around and walked quickly away.

'I am jealous. He was going to kiss you.' Ginny urged Harry to eat a piece of treacle tart in the common room.

'No way. We became friends.' Snape's words hinted something around Malfoy, but he had no courage to dig the meaning. He reasoned him to ignore Malfoy's feeling by enjoying the sweetness of treacle tart. 'By the way, I'll ask Bill to teach DADA to the students instead of me. What they should learn is how to break the curse put around the castle.' Harry was conscious of the baby dragon's remark.

'What? Why?' A shadow of anxiety crossed her face. 'You will join the team.'

'No. I'll meet some Unspeakables.' A Vision drifted through his mind. He had to find the way to see Sirius again. Or his soul. Yet he might be able to find the clue to release Morgana's soul from her child's reborn body. If his Vision was right, he needed to master his lightening power to finish Morgana's ambition.

Ginny mounted on his lap and began kissing him,

'You taste like honey.'

He kissed her back. Her lips were soft. Aroused, pulling her T-shirt, his hand stroked her curve upwards. He observed the surroundings. No students. He gently pulled the band away from her body. His thumb slid to unhook the joint under her shirt. He felt the heat when she caressed his thigh, 'I'll miss you. When will you come back?'

'I don't know. I'll bring good news.' His mouth found her neck. Her skin was smooth. He shivered when her lips and tongue worked the way to his nape and brushed his sensitive spot. He took off her shirt and bra and his mouth was tasting the two. One by one. Salty. Her sweat.

'Harry!'

The two parties jumped at the alarming voice. With Seeker's reflex, he quickly grabbed and passed Ginny her garment and T-shirt. His face turned crimson when Hermione stared at the liberal display of his.

She mumbled, 'I think you two had better bask in the affectionate vibration more, but I am a Head Girl. I won't allow you this in the common room.'

Arthur didn't hesitate to order Merlin to attack the village where I and my child were hiding. Merlin was coward. He didn't get his own hands dirty. The king dragon couldn't oppose him, either. Dragons were his servants. Merlin's command held absolute power. The baby was killed by her father before she could speak a word, 'mamma'. I don't mind they are not magical or wizards. The Armed Men should be destroyed. This is my revenge.