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Part 12 : Search For the Lost One
The first thing Draco heard when he came in the library was Willow's scream of rage. He then quickly ducked a book flying at his head. He picked up the heavy tome from the ground and walked toward the table at the back of the room. The redhead was exactly where he thought she would be. "Let me guess," he drawled. "You didn't see what you was looking for in this book," he said, gesturing to the one he was holding.
"There's nothing!" she yelled in disgust. "I can't find a damn thing! It's like there's never been a Morganna, less an Auror named like that. I'm about to give up."
He sighed and sat down beside her. "Slytherins never give up. Don't forget that."
She smiled at him. "Alright. I'll try to remember it."
He nodded. "And what about Granger? Did she came with anything useful or was her research as fruitful as yours?"
The redhead grimaced. "She couldn't find anything either. I told you. It's like she never existed. There's no record of a Morganna working for the Ministry or going at school either here, at Beauxbatons or Durmstrang. Absolutely nothing. A big fat zero." She put her head in her hands and sighed. "God, I'm tired, I can't find anything and my neck hurts," she whimpered.
Draco stood up from his chair and placed himself behind her. He gently put his hands on her stiff neck and started massaging it. Willow sighed contentedly. He bent down toward her, still working on the knots he could find. "Feels better?" he whispered near her ear. He chuckled when she shivered and not from the cold. "If I knew I only had to touch your neck to have you at my mercy, I would have done it a long time ago." She grumbled a bit and he heard something akin to "smart ass". He laughed. "Don't worry, Willow. It's nothing to be ashamed of. It's the old Malfoy charm."
Willow was disappointed when he stopped. She looked up at him and her breath caught when she looked directly into grey pools of twirling emotions. She shook her head to clear it and straightened her back. "I'll just have to be more persistent in my research."
He stopped her hand from taking another book from the pile of records. "No. You are going down to the dorms to sleep. I'm going to do the research." She smiled gratefully and picked up her backpack. "Oh and Willow? Don't worry about Pansy. She won't come out of her room. She's too embarrassed." He smiled when he saw her leave, laughing.
* * *
He could have been sitting there for hours. He didn't know for sure. When a Malfoy was under the impression they were doing something important, they could sit silently for hours, just finding a bunch of ideas or make sure everything would work. Draco Malfoy thought his father was an evil bastard, but he was still grateful for some things he showed him.
The blond boy had sorted many ideas as to where find information on Morganna and her daughter, but he doubted he could find any if the girls had already looked into the records. That meant he only had one option left. It was risky, but he was a Malfoy.
He took a bottle of ink and his quill from his backpack, then took out a piece of parchment. He wrote.
Father,
I sneaked into Snape's rooms last week and I found a picture that picked my interest. I didn't know Death Eaters associated with Aurors. There was a name behind it. I was wondering if you knew anything about a certain Morganna. Any information you could provide me would surely be useful to torment the traitor with. Give Mother my love.
Your son, Draco
He quickly sealed it with the Malfoy crest and walked at a quick pace to the owlery. He watched as his owl took off, his letter firmly attached to its leg. Now, he only had to wait and hope.
* * *
Two days later, his owl flew over his head at breakfast and dropped a letter in his lap. It had the Malfoy crest on it. Draco smirked and quickly drained the last of his pumpkin juice, then jumped up and walked briskly to the end of the table, where Willow was sitting. He caught her arm and pulled her out of the great hall.
"Hey! Let go of my arm, would you!" He didn't stop and only went faster. "Ouch! Draco, you're hurting me!"
Only then did her words seem to sink into the boy. He quickly let go of her arm. "I'm sorry." He gently took her hand and led her to the Slytherin common room. "I've got news," he said, showing her the letter.
Her eyes widened when she realized whom it was from. "You wrote to your father about it? Are you crazy?!"
"Yes, and don't worry. I lied to him about my motives. I don't know if there is anything useful in it, but I wanted you there when I open it. Pansy's flight," he told the painting. It opened to reveal the Slytherin's common room. He pulled the redhead near the fireplace and sat down next to her on the couch.
"Well, open it!" she said excitedly.
"Aren't you a forceful little thing."
"Draco!" She hit his arm.
"Alright, alright." He broke the seal and unfolded the letter.
My son,
I didn't know you were that devious. I'm proud of you. One day, you'll make my Lord proud. I'm delighted to help you torture Snape the traitor. Ah! Morganna. She was a cute one. Stupid, but cute. It was a pity that she rejected the dark side. Of course, she had to die because of that. Poor Snape, still pinning for his loved one. I'm sure he's still looking for that daughter of his. He might be looking for a long time because she sure isn't in England. The Lord sent her off to the USA. Better not tell that to Snape, though. But I'm sure you could come up with something to torment poor Severus.
Lucius
"Yes!" Draco yelled. "We've got it!"
Willow looked at him strangely. "Hum, Draco. I don't want to burst your bubble, but how are we going to find her? The US are like the fifth biggest country in the world."
"It *is* a start. Maybe we should tell Snape."
"No. I promised him I would find his daughter and I will. But I'll run to Hermione and tell her where to concentrate her research. See you later in class." She left the common room, running to the great hall, hoping to catch Hermione.
Part 12 : Search For the Lost One
The first thing Draco heard when he came in the library was Willow's scream of rage. He then quickly ducked a book flying at his head. He picked up the heavy tome from the ground and walked toward the table at the back of the room. The redhead was exactly where he thought she would be. "Let me guess," he drawled. "You didn't see what you was looking for in this book," he said, gesturing to the one he was holding.
"There's nothing!" she yelled in disgust. "I can't find a damn thing! It's like there's never been a Morganna, less an Auror named like that. I'm about to give up."
He sighed and sat down beside her. "Slytherins never give up. Don't forget that."
She smiled at him. "Alright. I'll try to remember it."
He nodded. "And what about Granger? Did she came with anything useful or was her research as fruitful as yours?"
The redhead grimaced. "She couldn't find anything either. I told you. It's like she never existed. There's no record of a Morganna working for the Ministry or going at school either here, at Beauxbatons or Durmstrang. Absolutely nothing. A big fat zero." She put her head in her hands and sighed. "God, I'm tired, I can't find anything and my neck hurts," she whimpered.
Draco stood up from his chair and placed himself behind her. He gently put his hands on her stiff neck and started massaging it. Willow sighed contentedly. He bent down toward her, still working on the knots he could find. "Feels better?" he whispered near her ear. He chuckled when she shivered and not from the cold. "If I knew I only had to touch your neck to have you at my mercy, I would have done it a long time ago." She grumbled a bit and he heard something akin to "smart ass". He laughed. "Don't worry, Willow. It's nothing to be ashamed of. It's the old Malfoy charm."
Willow was disappointed when he stopped. She looked up at him and her breath caught when she looked directly into grey pools of twirling emotions. She shook her head to clear it and straightened her back. "I'll just have to be more persistent in my research."
He stopped her hand from taking another book from the pile of records. "No. You are going down to the dorms to sleep. I'm going to do the research." She smiled gratefully and picked up her backpack. "Oh and Willow? Don't worry about Pansy. She won't come out of her room. She's too embarrassed." He smiled when he saw her leave, laughing.
* * *
He could have been sitting there for hours. He didn't know for sure. When a Malfoy was under the impression they were doing something important, they could sit silently for hours, just finding a bunch of ideas or make sure everything would work. Draco Malfoy thought his father was an evil bastard, but he was still grateful for some things he showed him.
The blond boy had sorted many ideas as to where find information on Morganna and her daughter, but he doubted he could find any if the girls had already looked into the records. That meant he only had one option left. It was risky, but he was a Malfoy.
He took a bottle of ink and his quill from his backpack, then took out a piece of parchment. He wrote.
Father,
I sneaked into Snape's rooms last week and I found a picture that picked my interest. I didn't know Death Eaters associated with Aurors. There was a name behind it. I was wondering if you knew anything about a certain Morganna. Any information you could provide me would surely be useful to torment the traitor with. Give Mother my love.
Your son, Draco
He quickly sealed it with the Malfoy crest and walked at a quick pace to the owlery. He watched as his owl took off, his letter firmly attached to its leg. Now, he only had to wait and hope.
* * *
Two days later, his owl flew over his head at breakfast and dropped a letter in his lap. It had the Malfoy crest on it. Draco smirked and quickly drained the last of his pumpkin juice, then jumped up and walked briskly to the end of the table, where Willow was sitting. He caught her arm and pulled her out of the great hall.
"Hey! Let go of my arm, would you!" He didn't stop and only went faster. "Ouch! Draco, you're hurting me!"
Only then did her words seem to sink into the boy. He quickly let go of her arm. "I'm sorry." He gently took her hand and led her to the Slytherin common room. "I've got news," he said, showing her the letter.
Her eyes widened when she realized whom it was from. "You wrote to your father about it? Are you crazy?!"
"Yes, and don't worry. I lied to him about my motives. I don't know if there is anything useful in it, but I wanted you there when I open it. Pansy's flight," he told the painting. It opened to reveal the Slytherin's common room. He pulled the redhead near the fireplace and sat down next to her on the couch.
"Well, open it!" she said excitedly.
"Aren't you a forceful little thing."
"Draco!" She hit his arm.
"Alright, alright." He broke the seal and unfolded the letter.
My son,
I didn't know you were that devious. I'm proud of you. One day, you'll make my Lord proud. I'm delighted to help you torture Snape the traitor. Ah! Morganna. She was a cute one. Stupid, but cute. It was a pity that she rejected the dark side. Of course, she had to die because of that. Poor Snape, still pinning for his loved one. I'm sure he's still looking for that daughter of his. He might be looking for a long time because she sure isn't in England. The Lord sent her off to the USA. Better not tell that to Snape, though. But I'm sure you could come up with something to torment poor Severus.
Lucius
"Yes!" Draco yelled. "We've got it!"
Willow looked at him strangely. "Hum, Draco. I don't want to burst your bubble, but how are we going to find her? The US are like the fifth biggest country in the world."
"It *is* a start. Maybe we should tell Snape."
"No. I promised him I would find his daughter and I will. But I'll run to Hermione and tell her where to concentrate her research. See you later in class." She left the common room, running to the great hall, hoping to catch Hermione.
