Unless Somebody Secretly Bought It For Me…No, I still don't own any of JK
Rowling's stuff. And I'm only fairly sure that's her name…Eurgh I'm
terrible.
Note to Reader: this chapter, I was already working on before I had put up Chapter One, so it should flow pretty smoothly from the last chapter. I'm trying to keep to character as much as possible (I'm so sorry, I'm probably getting Harry, Ron & Hermione so wrong. Please don't hate me! Amateur Writer Alert, Amateur Writer Alert!), but I bet I goofed. Any 'pairings' haven't been decided yet, at all. Anyone who suggests Draco&Morag will be shot on sight – jokes, jokes. Ron&Hermione is a definite possibility, but I'd rather you the readers told me who you want me to pair up, since it is after all, you that I'm writing for. Well, I'm writing for my own enjoyment as well. Gosh, I am long-winded, aren't I? Better get the thanks over with and on with the chapter! Okay, Draco&Morag is a viable option, but don't hold your breath waiting for anything definite in this chapter. I'm going to try and keep Secrets & Lies fairly short. After liking the idea of flashbacks so much after seeing them used in another story, expect to see one or two dancing about my writing. I thanked Chrissie on the last chapter for the great Lily to use in Morganna's memories – and then there were no memories! Sorry. New character is introduced in this chapter 'Thamala Blake'. Maybe I feel my plot is so weak I need lots of subplots to keep it flowing…now I just gotta work out what my plot is…
Thanks to: JK Rowling for writing the Harry Potter series in the first place! Also thanks to another fanfiction writer, 'Rouge Magie'. If I hadn't read your fanfic, I would never have bothered polishing mine up to put on the board. If I think of more people to thank, it'll be at the start of chapter three.
1 Chapter Two: Secrets and Lies
Morag sat up in bed. It was early morning on Saturday, and she received an odd note from a familiar looking snowy owl. Harry's owl…? What was Harry doing sending her notes? She opened it.
Come to Myrtle's bathroom as soon as you get this. ~ Hermione
1.1 Morag shrugged, got up, and dressed quickly.
"Lilli? Where are you going?" it was Elysoun. She was awake? Damn.
"I've got to go to the bathroom." Morag replied, on her way out the door. Well, she wasn't really lying. She just wasn't telling the whole truth – and who in their right mind would tell Elysoun Montaque the whole truth? Not Morag Snape. Or rather, Lilli Snape, she corrected herself. Everyone called her Lilli now.
-
When she arrived at Myrtle's bathroom, she felt some apprehension, and probably would have hurried away if Hermione hadn't quickly opened the door.
"Morag!" Hermione pulled her into the old, now-unused bathroom.
"I'm here." Morag regarded Hermione coldly, dusting off her sleeve. "What do you want?"
"It's about your father – and the Death Eaters." Hermione said quietly.
That got Morag's attention. "What about him?"
"We know. Or rather, Harry worked it out. That's what you're doing, isn't it? Protecting daddy by making friends with Draco Malfoy?" Hermione pressed.
"Whatever you say, Granger." Morag said, seemingly careless. "If you say such things to anyone, you'll regret it." The underlying threat in Morag's voice was obvious.
Hermione ignored it, and Morag left in a swirl of silvery hair and french perfume.
-
"Lilli!"
Morag turned – she had thought that maybe, at the lake, people wouldn't be out so early on a Saturday. No such luck – here came Draco.
"What?" she asked. Even to him, she was cold.
"Ice queen." He accused. "Come warm up a bit." Before Morag could protest, Draco pulled her into his arms. She felt like being sick, but didn't say a word. Anyway, she was cold and body heat is a quick way of getting warm.
She pulled away after a moment or two. Draco was grinning like a Cheshire cat, and she had to steel herself not to smack it off his face.
"Was that so bad?" he asked, mockingly almost.
"Could have been worse." She grudgingly admitted.
"I should take that as a compliment, I suppose." Draco said, leaning against a tree. "Where's your cousin, Ella wasn't it?"
"Elysoun. Why?" Morag turned to face him. Suspicion was etched in her face, and her clear blue eyes were as deceitful as ever.
"She asked me if I wanted to go swimming in the lake with her one day." He said, looking for any telltale signs of jealousy. 'Well, if she is jealous,' he thought to himself, 'she isn't showing it.' He continued aloud, "I thought perhaps today…"
He didn't get any further than that before Morag snorted derisively.
Draco covered a smile. That was good enough for him.
-
Thamala Blake was new here, this year. A fifth year, she transferred from Beauxbatons. Thamala burned with an inner fire that not even Morag could rival. Nobody could look into those dark, dark eyes without wondering if they would ever look away. She was tall, slender, with long black hair and eyes so dark you couldn't tell what color they were – perhaps they were just black. Her skin was pale, and her lips were crimson naturally, such a contrast against her ivory white skin and Medusa-like black curls. She didn't inspire respect, or admiration, where she walked – she inspired foreboding, mistrust, and malice. Thamala Blake seemed the sort of girl who'd join Voldemort in a second – if she hadn't already.
And she was here. At Hogwarts. Walking about as if she owned the place. She seemed…at home. The darkness in her eyes was nothing compared to the ice- cold darkness in her heart. Rumors about her spread like wildfire. She was Voldemort's daughter, she was the Heir of Slytherin, she killed babies for fun, she was versed in all the dark arts, you name it, they claimed she'd done it. But nobody really knew this frighteningly cold, frighteningly calm, girl. And Thamala liked it that way.
Then she saw Morag.
Most people, when they looked at Morag, saw a cruel, malicious, empty girl.
But Thamala saw potential.
Lots of it.
Note to Reader: this chapter, I was already working on before I had put up Chapter One, so it should flow pretty smoothly from the last chapter. I'm trying to keep to character as much as possible (I'm so sorry, I'm probably getting Harry, Ron & Hermione so wrong. Please don't hate me! Amateur Writer Alert, Amateur Writer Alert!), but I bet I goofed. Any 'pairings' haven't been decided yet, at all. Anyone who suggests Draco&Morag will be shot on sight – jokes, jokes. Ron&Hermione is a definite possibility, but I'd rather you the readers told me who you want me to pair up, since it is after all, you that I'm writing for. Well, I'm writing for my own enjoyment as well. Gosh, I am long-winded, aren't I? Better get the thanks over with and on with the chapter! Okay, Draco&Morag is a viable option, but don't hold your breath waiting for anything definite in this chapter. I'm going to try and keep Secrets & Lies fairly short. After liking the idea of flashbacks so much after seeing them used in another story, expect to see one or two dancing about my writing. I thanked Chrissie on the last chapter for the great Lily to use in Morganna's memories – and then there were no memories! Sorry. New character is introduced in this chapter 'Thamala Blake'. Maybe I feel my plot is so weak I need lots of subplots to keep it flowing…now I just gotta work out what my plot is…
Thanks to: JK Rowling for writing the Harry Potter series in the first place! Also thanks to another fanfiction writer, 'Rouge Magie'. If I hadn't read your fanfic, I would never have bothered polishing mine up to put on the board. If I think of more people to thank, it'll be at the start of chapter three.
1 Chapter Two: Secrets and Lies
Morag sat up in bed. It was early morning on Saturday, and she received an odd note from a familiar looking snowy owl. Harry's owl…? What was Harry doing sending her notes? She opened it.
Come to Myrtle's bathroom as soon as you get this. ~ Hermione
1.1 Morag shrugged, got up, and dressed quickly.
"Lilli? Where are you going?" it was Elysoun. She was awake? Damn.
"I've got to go to the bathroom." Morag replied, on her way out the door. Well, she wasn't really lying. She just wasn't telling the whole truth – and who in their right mind would tell Elysoun Montaque the whole truth? Not Morag Snape. Or rather, Lilli Snape, she corrected herself. Everyone called her Lilli now.
-
When she arrived at Myrtle's bathroom, she felt some apprehension, and probably would have hurried away if Hermione hadn't quickly opened the door.
"Morag!" Hermione pulled her into the old, now-unused bathroom.
"I'm here." Morag regarded Hermione coldly, dusting off her sleeve. "What do you want?"
"It's about your father – and the Death Eaters." Hermione said quietly.
That got Morag's attention. "What about him?"
"We know. Or rather, Harry worked it out. That's what you're doing, isn't it? Protecting daddy by making friends with Draco Malfoy?" Hermione pressed.
"Whatever you say, Granger." Morag said, seemingly careless. "If you say such things to anyone, you'll regret it." The underlying threat in Morag's voice was obvious.
Hermione ignored it, and Morag left in a swirl of silvery hair and french perfume.
-
"Lilli!"
Morag turned – she had thought that maybe, at the lake, people wouldn't be out so early on a Saturday. No such luck – here came Draco.
"What?" she asked. Even to him, she was cold.
"Ice queen." He accused. "Come warm up a bit." Before Morag could protest, Draco pulled her into his arms. She felt like being sick, but didn't say a word. Anyway, she was cold and body heat is a quick way of getting warm.
She pulled away after a moment or two. Draco was grinning like a Cheshire cat, and she had to steel herself not to smack it off his face.
"Was that so bad?" he asked, mockingly almost.
"Could have been worse." She grudgingly admitted.
"I should take that as a compliment, I suppose." Draco said, leaning against a tree. "Where's your cousin, Ella wasn't it?"
"Elysoun. Why?" Morag turned to face him. Suspicion was etched in her face, and her clear blue eyes were as deceitful as ever.
"She asked me if I wanted to go swimming in the lake with her one day." He said, looking for any telltale signs of jealousy. 'Well, if she is jealous,' he thought to himself, 'she isn't showing it.' He continued aloud, "I thought perhaps today…"
He didn't get any further than that before Morag snorted derisively.
Draco covered a smile. That was good enough for him.
-
Thamala Blake was new here, this year. A fifth year, she transferred from Beauxbatons. Thamala burned with an inner fire that not even Morag could rival. Nobody could look into those dark, dark eyes without wondering if they would ever look away. She was tall, slender, with long black hair and eyes so dark you couldn't tell what color they were – perhaps they were just black. Her skin was pale, and her lips were crimson naturally, such a contrast against her ivory white skin and Medusa-like black curls. She didn't inspire respect, or admiration, where she walked – she inspired foreboding, mistrust, and malice. Thamala Blake seemed the sort of girl who'd join Voldemort in a second – if she hadn't already.
And she was here. At Hogwarts. Walking about as if she owned the place. She seemed…at home. The darkness in her eyes was nothing compared to the ice- cold darkness in her heart. Rumors about her spread like wildfire. She was Voldemort's daughter, she was the Heir of Slytherin, she killed babies for fun, she was versed in all the dark arts, you name it, they claimed she'd done it. But nobody really knew this frighteningly cold, frighteningly calm, girl. And Thamala liked it that way.
Then she saw Morag.
Most people, when they looked at Morag, saw a cruel, malicious, empty girl.
But Thamala saw potential.
Lots of it.