Chapter 3- Morgan Wells
Disclaimer: I'm getting tired of repeating this, but I own no one of the characters that belong to Rowling. I do own Morgan and Mildred though.
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The ringing bell made Harry Potter shoot up and run to the door, but he slipped and fell down.
"Damn it!" he swore. "Damn it damn it damn it!"
"Don't swear, Harry, what will Ginny think?" asked Ron from the living room, where he was chatting with Hermione.
"I guess Ginny's got a lot more experience in this domain than you."
"Ouh, that was offending!"
Harry got up again and opened the door… there was only Ginny.
"Hi, Ginny. Where's your boyfriend?"
"He couldn't come. But meet Morgan Wells."
Harry looked around, not seeing anyone except Ginny, who was very cute in her short yellow dress which showed her long white legs.
"And where's the wonder girl?"
"Right behind you, Mr. Potter."
Harry shot around and found himself face to face with a tall, dark-haired woman.
"Hi", he said, not knowing what else to say. "I see you've found the way."
"Definitely."
"Oh."
She politely raised her long hand for him to shake it, and introduced herself:
"My name is Morgan Wells, but you can call me just Morgan."
"I'm Harry Potter, call me Harry. I guess you know me."
She nodded, but added nothing else, surprising Harry.
"Morgan's really a little wonder", Ginny said grabbing her friend's arm. "She comes from the high north, and she speaks about ten languages!"
"Eleven", Morgan corrected.
Ginny graced her with a radiant smile, and then led her to the dining room.
"Mimi! Ronnie!"
Mimi was Ginny's affectionate name for Hermione, and Ronnie… well, she just wanted to bother her brother.
"I've told you not to call me like this", Ron replied, but he stared at Morgan, realizing she was really really beautiful. The long curls of her dark hair fell softly onto her waist, her big, black eyes and her pale skin made her look somewhat like the legendary snow-white, but her scornful expression and her hard glance looked out of place in a fairy tale.
"Good evening", she said calmly. "May I introduce myself?"
"You definitely should", Ron answered shaking her hand vigorously.
"You must be Ronald Weasley", she said raising a perfectly arched eyebrow.
"Yeah."
"My name is Morgan Wells".
"Oh, I know you!" Ron said excitedly. "You're a famous Auror. I saw one of the Death Eaters you caught in the TV."
She did not seem embarrassed at all, and only nodded.
"And who are you?" she asked to Hermione, who suddenly thought she wasn't as pretty as she had believed she was, if she compared herself to Morgan Wells.
"Hermione Granger. It's very nice to meet you."
"The pleasure is mine", Morgan Wells replied coldly.
***
"I went to Beauxbâtons when I was a child", Morgan explained because Harry had asked her about her past. "It is an excellent school, and many of my comrades became Aurors like me. But I moved back to England, my homeland, after… something like an unpleasing misfortune."
"Do you know Fleur Delacour?" asked Ron with a grin.
Morgan thought for a while, and then laughed sarcastically.
"Yes, I remember her. A real little bitch. Half-Veela, I think, that's why all the boys had a crush on her."
Ron blushed slightly as Hermione and Ginny looked at him, but Morgan Wells did not notice it.
"What kind of misfortune, Morgan?" Hermione asked.
"My parents were Death Eaters", the dark-haired girl continued without showing any signs of embarrassment, "and they wanted me of course to follow their fate, but I wouldn't agree. I was engaged to our neighbors' son, Draco Malfoy, but there was another occurrence and I fled to England. A few months ago, I met Ginny."
Hermione froze as she heard Draco's name. This Wells girl should have married him, but she fled. Perhaps she knew something else about him…
"We know Malfoy", Harry said sighing. "He's one of our worst enemies."
Morgan Wells looked up, not surprised at all, and stayed silent for a while, her dark eyes lost in the contemplation of the view.
"Malfoy was someone special", she admitted. "A brilliant wizard, smart and brave. And he looked so good. But he chose the wrong side, following his father Lucius. I grew up with him, and learned to admire and to fear him. Sometimes, I thought I loved him, because… damn him, I don't know why. I ought to have hated him since the first day as much as Voldemort. But I fell in love with him, so madly I thought I'd grow insane. We were engaged, and… he betrayed me. I always knew something would happen. He wasn't the kind of man who stayed faithful to a woman for his whole life. It… amused him to play with my feelings. I loved him, but now I hate him more than anyone else in the world."
Voldemort. She had said his name, the name of We All Know Who, of the wizard who must not be named etc. She was not afraid of spelling his name, she didn't look afraid of anything.
"He was a fucking bastard" Ron said elegantly. "A big arse."
"Ron!" Ginny criticized. "Never mind what Malfoy is, you shouldn't talk like that. What will Morgan think of us?"
"I don't get impressed as easily", Morgan replied slightly disdainfully.
"And did you lose the contact with Malfoy?" asked Hermione, who was more excited than she would accept she was.
"Yes, of course. I fled, and did my best not to hear anything of him, the Malfoys and my parents again."
"Ah."
"He appeared in Battersea a few days ago", Hermione explained. "I went to catch him, but I missed him."
"You aren't the first who missed him." Morgan consoled her. "He's got an excellent reputation among the Death Eaters, all the prisoners idolize him."
"Really…"
"The last time we met, I swore I'd catch him one day, and I will", Morgan said determinately. "I will capture him and bring him to Azkaban, even I it's the last thing I do. I will take my revenge."
No one of them thought it sounded excessively dramatic. Though they had known her for a very little time, they knew Morgan Wells was able of everything in a wizard's reach.
***
"Tell him of your plan, Green."
Voldemort's voice seemed to come from everywhere in the room, it sounded like a snake's hissing echoed thousands of times.
"I thought, milord, sir, it would be a good idea to cancel or better to capture all the wizards that are close friends or parents to Potter. It would not only hurt him psychically, it would also make him weaker, because there would be no one to defend him."
"What do you think, Malfoy?" Voldemort asked to the blonde wizard.
Malfoy bit his lips, and needed a while to answer. Yes, of course it was a good idea. An excellent idea. He had had it himself, but he hadn't proposed it. Why? He didn't know it himself. He didn't want to believe Potter or any of his friends mattered to him. Potter was a bastard, Ron and Ginny were weasels, and Hermione… Hermione was his wife. She had to be killed as well. It couldn't matter to him. It couldn't.
"I think it's a brilliant proposal, milord."
"Then, Malfoy, Green, what are you waiting for? Green, you will bring our first victim into Malfoy's hands. Malfoy will first bring the prisoner to me and then I'll decide about his or her fate. Go now."
The Death Eater called Green vanished immediately. Draco was about to follow his example, when he heard his Master's voice.
"Oh, and Malfoy?"
"Yes, Milord?"
"No sentimentalism, please. This time, I want you to catch your prey."
"Yes, Milord."
***
Ginny Weasley was the next who met Malfoy. Obviously, someone had the obsession of sending all the members of the Potters' friends circle to get together with Draco Malfoy. And Ginny was the first who had to feel the consequences of defying Malfoy.
"Ginny!"
She turned around and smiled to her new boyfriend.
"Hello, Max."
He kissed her gently and then sat down on her desk, just in front of her so that she couldn't oversee one inch of his perfect body.
"Do you want something?" Ginny asked, seeing he did not move.
"Can't I great my girlfriend without wanting anything?" he joked, but then he suddenly became serious again. "I've got something to tell you."
"What?"
"You know about this Malfoy, don't you?"
"Of course."
"Well, both Mr. and Mrs. Potter have failed in their mission of capturing him, and… I think it's because they still remember their common years in Hogwarts."
"And?"
"Well, I was wondering whether it's a good idea of letting Malfoy's case in their hands. I mean, perhaps they'll never catch him."
"Oh."
"So I was wondering whether we couldn't go."
"We? You and I?"
He smiled charmingly, uncovering perfect white teeth.
"Why not?"
***
Max was certainly the most attractive – no, gorgeous – man Ginny Weasley had ever met. With his big gray eyes, his tanned skin, his brown hair and his muscled body, she wondered how it could be he had chosen her for his girlfriend while so many others would have done anything to go out with him.
"And you're sure we'll make it?" she asked, not because she was afraid, but because she wanted him to hold her tight and tell her he would protect her, whatever happened.
"I'm sure.", he said, most to her deception. Then, as if he would regret it, he smiled to her, and wrapped his arm around her waist.
"We'll make it, my love."
"Of course. You're right."
Max looked around himself and pronounced the apparition spell. The tiny light ball first floated motionless in the air and then raced towards a big square, where nothing seemed to be able of harming them. Perfect.
"You know what spell to use, Ginny, don't you?"
"Yes, I do. First paralyzing, and, if this isn't efficient enough, a corporal punishment. That will teach him."
"That's it, Ginny. That's it."
Ginny and Max stepped into the square and looked around. It was desert. After all, it was lunchtime; there were only few Muggles that went out at this time. Not perceiving anything harmful, Ginny turned towards Max and said:
"Are you sure he's here?"
Max didn't answer. He looked at her for a while, and then Ginny felt a cold hand on her mouth which prevented her from screaming for help.
"Mmmph!"
"Not a word, Weasley, or it'll be the last you say. I must insist on the fact I've pointed by ward on your neck, and an avada kedavra is no pleasing spell, believe me."
Ginny gazed imploringly at Max, but he did not move an inch. She was thinking he might have been paralyzed by her aggressor when she felt she was vanishing. Then she caught a last glimpse of Max Green, and realized he was smiling as charmingly as ever.
