A/N
Dear Saerelle
Thanks for your reviews. It's kind of you to have taken time to review, and twice! And don't you worry, I have a few good reasons for the Death Eaters' wives and the Order of the Phoenix to be where they are ^_^
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Chapter 2: Meeting
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Morgana groaned as she felt her covers being pulled. She put her head under her pillow, but as the pulling carried on, she finally emerged from under her covers and pillow. Beside her bed was standing a House-elf, wearing only a very old and dirty pillowcase. Morgana took a look at her watch and growled.
"I'm gonna kill my father."
The house-elf took a step back as she said these words.
"And don't you dare hurting yourself because I said that."
The creature stopped moving, looking quite surprised at the young woman in front of him. Morgana yawned widely and sat up on her bed. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and stood up, moving swiftly to take some clothes out of her cupboard.
"What's your name?"
"Jumpy, Miss."
"Very well. Did my father send you to serve us?" As the house-elf nodded, Morgana carried on. "Then from now on, you will call me Morgana. Not Miss or Miss Morgana or Mistress. Just Morgana. I suppose my father has a message from me."
"He would like both you and Miss Granger to join him in his office as soon as possible."
Morgana nodded and Jumpy disappeared with a loud crack. Morgana put on black jeans with a yellow top and knee-length black boots. She was stepping out of her room when a loud crashing noise rose from Hermione's room.
"GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!"
Jumpy apparated in the living-room and ran head first toward the wall. He would have collided if Morgana hadn't caught him just in time.
"I should have told you that she's in a bad mood when she doesn't sleep enough."
Less than two seconds later, Hermione stormed out off her rooms, dark blue jeans, black top and ankle-length boots in her arms. She looked quite relieved to see Jumpy in Morgana's arms.
"I'm sorry about that. err."
"Jumpy." Morgana supplied.
"I'm sorry Jumpy. If you ever have to wake me up again, don't go banging your head because I shout at you. And that's an order." Hermione smiled.
Morgana released the house-elf and Jumpy looked up at both the women with something close to adoration. Then, he bowed deeply and disappeared. As soon as he left, Hermione went back to 'I'm pissed off' mode.
"I'm really gonna kill your father."
"That's exactly what I said when Jumpy woke me up."
Hermione dressed up quickly. Then, the two young women walked outside and murmured the password to the moving staircase, which dropped them in front of the Headmaster's office. Hermione didn't even bother to knock and walked in, straight for Albus Dumbledore.
"I swear, next time you wake me up at five in the morning for one of your meeting, I hex you so far back in the timeline that you will assist to your conception. Is that clear?"
Albus Dumbledore nodded, his trademark twinkle shining brightly in his eyes. Hermione fought back her smile and walked round the desk, standing at Albus's left. Morgana came to stand on his right, taking some time to look around at the others in the office. Fudge and a witch were sitting in front of her father's desk. The four Heads of House were standing on her left and returned her nod. On her left were Alastor Moody and several others, Tonks among them. Both of them nodded back too.
"Well, is everyone there now?" said Fudge, looking quite impatient.
"Yes. We can begin. I gather you this morning to be sure that the whole of you now exactly what your duties are. And I wanted to be sure that the Ministry knew too." With that, Albus nodded to Fudge before carrying on. "Now, Heads of House?"
"We have to make sure that all the students stay way out of the Forest. Our patrols are now limited to the castle itself." Minerva McGonagall said quickly.
"Good. Alastor?"
"The Aurors are to patrol the Quidditch Pitch and the Grounds, up to the lake."
"Very well. Girls?"
"We take care of the lake, the Forest, the rest of the Grounds, the skies and the underground."
At this moment, the witch sitting next to Fudge coughed slightly. Morgana saw the Heads of House threw her a death glare.
"Yes, Dolores." Albus said with a smiled.
"Well, I was wondering if it is wise to give so much to only two young people."
"I am quite confident in Hermione and Morgana's abilities."
"Well, I just want to be sure."
"I can assure you that we're both fully qualified for this job. Hermione successfully passed her NEWTs a year ago. I have several diplomas and can show them to you."
Morgana has talked with a voice conveying no feelings, not the slight trace of what her feelings toward Dolores Umbridge were. Her face was devoid of emotion as well. Umbridge smiled nastily at Morgana.
"I made some research about you. Until yesterday evening, no one had ever heard of you. You studied neither in Hogwarts, nor in Durmstrang or Beauxbâtons. You've never passed any OWLs, or NEWTs. So what can a Squib can do for us?"
"There is more in this world than magic and the wizarding community."
This time, it was Hermione who had talked, looking at the witch, with the same voice and face Morgana had used moments ago. Without further discussions, Albus gave two pieces of parchment to Hermione and Morgana.
"Here are what you wanted: maps of Hogwarts, including the underground, the Forest and Hogsmeade. I don't really know why you want them, you don't need them."
"Just to note where we put traps." Hermione said casually as she took her map.
Everyone gasped in the rooms. Dumbledore smiled to his guests.
"Now, you know why the students must be kept away from the Forest. Now, I would like a word with my daughter and my ex-student, privately."
Everyone took the hint and began to leave. Soon, only Hermione and Morgana were still in the office. Albus conjured three comfortable chairs around a table and the three of them sat there.
"I suppose you have some questions."
"Why some of the Order and some Death Eaters' wives are here?" asked Hermione almost instantly.
"As you know, the American Ministry of Magic is quite difficult when it comes to news not from the USA." As the two women rolled their eyes, Dumbledore smiled and carried on. "I knew for sure that letters talking about Voldemort would be confiscated, so I didn't write. Last year, around Christmas, the Dementors 'finally' joined Voldemort and set free all the Death Eaters who were in Azkaban. Voldemort was in need of power, to try to attack Harry again. He found a way: by taking the lives of witches and wizards close of his followers, he could 'absorb' their powers as well as their life-force."
"That looks a lot like 'the Gift'." Morgana said with a sad voice.
Both Hermione and Albus put a hand on Morgana's ones, but she smiled at them.
"I know. But he didn't study for nothing. Now, what do you think of Umbridge, Na?" asked Albus.
"Hermione had told me she was bad. Nothing of a real Death Eater, however."
"She's just a bitch thinking herself better than those who are not 'pureblood'."
Albus smiled at that and nodded slightly.
"And what about the wards?"
"As good as new," said Morgana with a smile, "and I add some more, just to be sure."
"Very good. Now, I would like to know why you act as if you don't have any magic in you."
The two women looked at each other, laughing softly.
"Actually, it was Mi idea." Morgana said.
"Well, I knew that for the Death Eaters, and even some from our side, I would be 'Mudblood'. So, I thought it would be fun if Morgana became 'Squib' until the Death Eaters threw a big attack on the castle."
"And it's not like I can't defend myself without my magics." Morgana said with a sly smile.
The three of them laughed at that, imagining the surprise of Voldemort's followers when they would discover that Morgana has nothing of a Squib. Then, Hermione stood up.
"Well, I need to get ready. I see you this evening."
Hermione ran out of the office, but not before kissing Albus on the cheek. As the door closed, Albus leaned a bit closer to his daughter.
"How is she? I mean, about coming back here."
"Excited, as I am. Dad, Voldemort ordered the murder of her parents. He killed my mother, all those years ago. We're both back to have our revenges. We know we can't kill him, that the only one who can really destroy Voldemort is Harry. But we have the Death Eaters. And we came up with something very interesting while we were thinking about how Harry should kill the snake."
"Which is?"
"Well, we all know that Voldemort took precautions to prevent his death: his body can be destroyed, but not his spirit. Hermione and I will take care of the body, Harry of the spirit, that's all."
Albus Dumbledore smiled to his daughter, his icy stare back on his face as Morgana was talking about killing Voldemort. He had dreamt of this day a lot.
"What will you do today?"
"Nothing. Well, just walked around in the Forest and try to see where exactly we should put our first traps."
Albus nodded and Morgana stood up. She kissed her father on the cheek before walking outside of his office. She looked over her shoulder as she didn't hear the door close behind her. In the doorway was her father. With a smile and his warn and twinkling eyes, he pointed at Morgana's watch. The young woman looked down at her wrist to see that it was already nearly half past seven. Both father and daughter went down for breakfast.
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A/N Please, review to let me know what you're thinking of this story.
Thanks for your reviews. It's kind of you to have taken time to review, and twice! And don't you worry, I have a few good reasons for the Death Eaters' wives and the Order of the Phoenix to be where they are ^_^
~~**~~**~~
Chapter 2: Meeting
~~**~~**~~
Morgana groaned as she felt her covers being pulled. She put her head under her pillow, but as the pulling carried on, she finally emerged from under her covers and pillow. Beside her bed was standing a House-elf, wearing only a very old and dirty pillowcase. Morgana took a look at her watch and growled.
"I'm gonna kill my father."
The house-elf took a step back as she said these words.
"And don't you dare hurting yourself because I said that."
The creature stopped moving, looking quite surprised at the young woman in front of him. Morgana yawned widely and sat up on her bed. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and stood up, moving swiftly to take some clothes out of her cupboard.
"What's your name?"
"Jumpy, Miss."
"Very well. Did my father send you to serve us?" As the house-elf nodded, Morgana carried on. "Then from now on, you will call me Morgana. Not Miss or Miss Morgana or Mistress. Just Morgana. I suppose my father has a message from me."
"He would like both you and Miss Granger to join him in his office as soon as possible."
Morgana nodded and Jumpy disappeared with a loud crack. Morgana put on black jeans with a yellow top and knee-length black boots. She was stepping out of her room when a loud crashing noise rose from Hermione's room.
"GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!"
Jumpy apparated in the living-room and ran head first toward the wall. He would have collided if Morgana hadn't caught him just in time.
"I should have told you that she's in a bad mood when she doesn't sleep enough."
Less than two seconds later, Hermione stormed out off her rooms, dark blue jeans, black top and ankle-length boots in her arms. She looked quite relieved to see Jumpy in Morgana's arms.
"I'm sorry about that. err."
"Jumpy." Morgana supplied.
"I'm sorry Jumpy. If you ever have to wake me up again, don't go banging your head because I shout at you. And that's an order." Hermione smiled.
Morgana released the house-elf and Jumpy looked up at both the women with something close to adoration. Then, he bowed deeply and disappeared. As soon as he left, Hermione went back to 'I'm pissed off' mode.
"I'm really gonna kill your father."
"That's exactly what I said when Jumpy woke me up."
Hermione dressed up quickly. Then, the two young women walked outside and murmured the password to the moving staircase, which dropped them in front of the Headmaster's office. Hermione didn't even bother to knock and walked in, straight for Albus Dumbledore.
"I swear, next time you wake me up at five in the morning for one of your meeting, I hex you so far back in the timeline that you will assist to your conception. Is that clear?"
Albus Dumbledore nodded, his trademark twinkle shining brightly in his eyes. Hermione fought back her smile and walked round the desk, standing at Albus's left. Morgana came to stand on his right, taking some time to look around at the others in the office. Fudge and a witch were sitting in front of her father's desk. The four Heads of House were standing on her left and returned her nod. On her left were Alastor Moody and several others, Tonks among them. Both of them nodded back too.
"Well, is everyone there now?" said Fudge, looking quite impatient.
"Yes. We can begin. I gather you this morning to be sure that the whole of you now exactly what your duties are. And I wanted to be sure that the Ministry knew too." With that, Albus nodded to Fudge before carrying on. "Now, Heads of House?"
"We have to make sure that all the students stay way out of the Forest. Our patrols are now limited to the castle itself." Minerva McGonagall said quickly.
"Good. Alastor?"
"The Aurors are to patrol the Quidditch Pitch and the Grounds, up to the lake."
"Very well. Girls?"
"We take care of the lake, the Forest, the rest of the Grounds, the skies and the underground."
At this moment, the witch sitting next to Fudge coughed slightly. Morgana saw the Heads of House threw her a death glare.
"Yes, Dolores." Albus said with a smiled.
"Well, I was wondering if it is wise to give so much to only two young people."
"I am quite confident in Hermione and Morgana's abilities."
"Well, I just want to be sure."
"I can assure you that we're both fully qualified for this job. Hermione successfully passed her NEWTs a year ago. I have several diplomas and can show them to you."
Morgana has talked with a voice conveying no feelings, not the slight trace of what her feelings toward Dolores Umbridge were. Her face was devoid of emotion as well. Umbridge smiled nastily at Morgana.
"I made some research about you. Until yesterday evening, no one had ever heard of you. You studied neither in Hogwarts, nor in Durmstrang or Beauxbâtons. You've never passed any OWLs, or NEWTs. So what can a Squib can do for us?"
"There is more in this world than magic and the wizarding community."
This time, it was Hermione who had talked, looking at the witch, with the same voice and face Morgana had used moments ago. Without further discussions, Albus gave two pieces of parchment to Hermione and Morgana.
"Here are what you wanted: maps of Hogwarts, including the underground, the Forest and Hogsmeade. I don't really know why you want them, you don't need them."
"Just to note where we put traps." Hermione said casually as she took her map.
Everyone gasped in the rooms. Dumbledore smiled to his guests.
"Now, you know why the students must be kept away from the Forest. Now, I would like a word with my daughter and my ex-student, privately."
Everyone took the hint and began to leave. Soon, only Hermione and Morgana were still in the office. Albus conjured three comfortable chairs around a table and the three of them sat there.
"I suppose you have some questions."
"Why some of the Order and some Death Eaters' wives are here?" asked Hermione almost instantly.
"As you know, the American Ministry of Magic is quite difficult when it comes to news not from the USA." As the two women rolled their eyes, Dumbledore smiled and carried on. "I knew for sure that letters talking about Voldemort would be confiscated, so I didn't write. Last year, around Christmas, the Dementors 'finally' joined Voldemort and set free all the Death Eaters who were in Azkaban. Voldemort was in need of power, to try to attack Harry again. He found a way: by taking the lives of witches and wizards close of his followers, he could 'absorb' their powers as well as their life-force."
"That looks a lot like 'the Gift'." Morgana said with a sad voice.
Both Hermione and Albus put a hand on Morgana's ones, but she smiled at them.
"I know. But he didn't study for nothing. Now, what do you think of Umbridge, Na?" asked Albus.
"Hermione had told me she was bad. Nothing of a real Death Eater, however."
"She's just a bitch thinking herself better than those who are not 'pureblood'."
Albus smiled at that and nodded slightly.
"And what about the wards?"
"As good as new," said Morgana with a smile, "and I add some more, just to be sure."
"Very good. Now, I would like to know why you act as if you don't have any magic in you."
The two women looked at each other, laughing softly.
"Actually, it was Mi idea." Morgana said.
"Well, I knew that for the Death Eaters, and even some from our side, I would be 'Mudblood'. So, I thought it would be fun if Morgana became 'Squib' until the Death Eaters threw a big attack on the castle."
"And it's not like I can't defend myself without my magics." Morgana said with a sly smile.
The three of them laughed at that, imagining the surprise of Voldemort's followers when they would discover that Morgana has nothing of a Squib. Then, Hermione stood up.
"Well, I need to get ready. I see you this evening."
Hermione ran out of the office, but not before kissing Albus on the cheek. As the door closed, Albus leaned a bit closer to his daughter.
"How is she? I mean, about coming back here."
"Excited, as I am. Dad, Voldemort ordered the murder of her parents. He killed my mother, all those years ago. We're both back to have our revenges. We know we can't kill him, that the only one who can really destroy Voldemort is Harry. But we have the Death Eaters. And we came up with something very interesting while we were thinking about how Harry should kill the snake."
"Which is?"
"Well, we all know that Voldemort took precautions to prevent his death: his body can be destroyed, but not his spirit. Hermione and I will take care of the body, Harry of the spirit, that's all."
Albus Dumbledore smiled to his daughter, his icy stare back on his face as Morgana was talking about killing Voldemort. He had dreamt of this day a lot.
"What will you do today?"
"Nothing. Well, just walked around in the Forest and try to see where exactly we should put our first traps."
Albus nodded and Morgana stood up. She kissed her father on the cheek before walking outside of his office. She looked over her shoulder as she didn't hear the door close behind her. In the doorway was her father. With a smile and his warn and twinkling eyes, he pointed at Morgana's watch. The young woman looked down at her wrist to see that it was already nearly half past seven. Both father and daughter went down for breakfast.
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A/N Please, review to let me know what you're thinking of this story.