Disclaimer: if I were JK Rowling, Morag would be in the books.
Author's Note: **fishes for compliments** jokes, jokes. I just want more reviews.

Chapter Fourteen: Just the beginning

"How good to see you again." Voldemort gave his most...enthusiastic Dearg Eater a laconic smile.
"Master." Lacrimosa sketched a brief bow, and gave a faint smile. She was beautiful, but - and this, you realise, is so cliche - deadly. Lacrimosa Perrault had no morals, no ethics, and she enjoyed her work.
"Malfoy claims you have the key to the Snapes."
"You forget, master, Snape's wife is my baby sister." Lacrimosa was one of the few permitted such impudence. She skated on thin ice frequently, but she amused him and he needed her. She had skills he required and nobody was better at what she did. Curses were getting old, and Death Eaters needed to drive cold, icy fear into the hearts of wizards everywhere. It's easy to martyr yourself when you know your death will be a swift Avada Kedavra.
It's harder when you know you're going to be tortured with muggle implements, by someone who knows how to keep you alive for months that way.
"Ah, yes." Voldemort nodded, fire in his eyes.
Lacrimosa smiled. It was the smile of a predator, and her eyes were the eyes of a cobra. Beautiful on the serpent - not so much on the person.

Morganna sat in front of her dressing table mirror, brushing out her long silvery tresses. It was late in the evening, and most were getting ready for bed.
"Morganna?" Severus called from the bathroom.
"Yes, dear?"
"Have you been using my comb again?" his tone was mildly accusatory.
Morganna contrived to make her voice as innocent as possible. "Who, me?"
"Yes, you. I'm fairly sure my hair isn't as long as yours, or silver blonde." Severus replied, a little sarcastically.
"Sarcasm, Severus? I'm shocked at you." Morganna laughed lightly.
"Please get your own comb, Morganna."
"Yes, dear. You know, you've always been more vain about your hair than Narcissa or I ever were - or are - and we were the vainest girls in Slytherin, if not Hofwaers." She mused. Memories of days gone by seemed to be the theme lately, and she found that some of them were not so painful anymore.
"Really?" Severus tried - with some difficulty - to reconciile Morganna's carefree bounce through life with Narcissa's picture-perfect idea of how she should look and act.
"Most assuredly. Hurry up in there, I want to brush my teeth."
"Yes, love." He sighed.

Morag was seated in the rose garden, goosebumps betraying the cold. Her pajamas consisted of black satin boxer shorts and matching black singlet top. Her long silver hair - now in ringlets, after the girls spent days deciding to 'reinvent' themselves - and pale skin were a stark contrast against the dark of her night clothes and the night itself.
"You haven't been back to see me."
Morag turned. "Glori-Anne! Don't scare me that way."
"I'm a ghost. Aren't I supposed to?"
"Well, you've got me there..."
"Listen, Mora," Gloria's translucent features seemed...troubled. "I don't know how much time we have, so I'll get to the point. Danger."
"What sort of danger?"
"You may know, I've always had some ability in Divination. A true seer is uncommon, but Mother's family has always had a knack for producing them. Anyway, I can't tell you exactly what's going on but...it's defininitely got something to do with Lacci."
"I'll get Daddy." Morag said immediately.
"No! No, don't get Severus." The ghost of Gloria Anne shook her head. "I've told you as much as I can, but I don't want to speak to the others."
"Fine."

Harry and Ron sat in the parlor, playing wizard's chess.
Well, mostly they were thinking, but occasionally they remembered to tell the pieces where to go.
"What's going on around here?" Ron asked finally. "It's bizarre. This place is just filling up with people. Morag's family, guests, it's like it went from being this little holiday - just the five of them - and all of a sudden, boom, everyone's here."
"I was wondering a bit about that myself." Harry admitted. "I haven't got a clue, but everyone's getting really nervous. I heard Mrs Snape say something about some 'Lacci' person, and the look in her eyes -- very 'deer in the headlights'."
"Deer in the what?"
"Lights on a car."
"Oh."
"Anyway, you're right, it is bizarre."
"Scary, even." Ron agreed.
From out of the shadows a tall, silver blonde woman moved. At first glance, she looked remarkably like Morganna.
But then look back, and you realise she couldn't be. SHe was too tall - 5'7" - and her eyes were cold, harsh and calculating.
"Oh no, boys, this is just the beginning." Lacrimosa purred.