What Morgana Said - Chapter One
Hogwarts Writes
Description: The twin of Morgana LeFey was cursed as a child to wander throughout time, never ageing until she met the one person that would set her free. Now at Hogwarts, 11 years old, the person seems to have appeared. (H.P/OC) The story goes through all seven years at Hogwarts! There's also GW/DM.
Chapter One: Hogwarts Writes
Year 1999
Morgaine LeFey woke with a start on August 15th, and promptly whacked her head painfully against the headboard of her bed. Groaning, she heaved her eleven year old frame from the carnage of pillows and blankets to pull open the heavy shades of her bedroom window. It was a beautiful day, the sun spilt liquid warmth into her eyes - she felt her blood warming up. A glance at the clock told her it was half past seven, a perfectly decent time to wake up in the middle of the summer vacations.
The current family she was staying with was a sweet Irish-British family with two children around her age and a great panting golden retriever - a very poster child type family; but she couldn't complain. She had had worse. The curse of remaining eleven years old for eternity had beaten down upon her conscience savagely as she watched her birth family grow lovingly old and die. She recalled the day Morgana had embraced her in a warm hug telling her they'd meet again; but it was urgent, she must leave… Later Morgaine had discovered that Morgana was in Avalon tending to their half-brother, doomed to remain there; and later spend her days sitting at the seat at Delphi. Morgaine shuddered, often wondering who had the worse fate; herself, who wandered agelessly looking for release; or Morgana; who had sat at the seat of Delphi prophesying events till the end of her days. Of late, she had decided that Morgana at least had the relief of death. She, Morgaine, did not. It had been 911 years since the year of her birth and her eyes had watched the history of twenty-two families and countless wars ravage the good Earth. Her hopes of finding her saviour had long died; the same day she had been told Morgana would indeed not be seeing her again.
A heavy pounding on her door snapped her back to the present. "Morgaine! Morgaine, are you awake?", called her twelve year old brother, "Mom says that we'll go into London today; I want to catch the early showing of Cats, so hurry up!" Scowling, Morgaine picked out several pieces of clothing from her wardrobe before wandering into the bathroom for a morning scrub.
"Took ages.", Nico grumbled as she sat down at the breakfast table half an hour later; hair coiffed into the perfect long tendrils she had been born with. His eyes raked across his adopted sister appreciatively. "You're growing to be quite the looker.", he commented, not seeing her wince. She wasn't growing, no, she was remaining. Morgaine buttered herself a piece of toast, eyeing Nico wearily.
"Watching Cats again, then?", she asked.
"Right I am. What can you say; with a Rumpleteazer that's THAT good-looking; no one would pass up the opportunity.", he replied, earning a disgusted look from Morgaine. Just then, their father walked into the dining room, carrying the day's post.
"Oi, Morgaine, looks like someone wrote to you.", he commented, handing her a thick yellow envelope. She took it with a surprised expression. It wasn't that she was a loner at school, but she never grew attached to anything or anyone, knowing they'd come to pass sooner or later, so who would write to her? "Well, open it, Sprite.", her father teased. With trembling fingers she pulled several sheets of paper from the envelope. A quick read later, her jaw clunked heavily on the dining table. She knew exactly what this was - she had been yearning for it for the past… 550 years, and there it was. "What's wrong Sprite?", her father quipped as she handed him the letter.
"Dad… I… I told you I wasn't normal.", she managed to choke out before the tears took her.
"Now, now Sprite..", he began, but stopped when the words from the letter translated in his mind. "We're pleased to accept Morgaine LeFey into Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry"… "Good Lord!", he gasped. A tense silence filled the dining room as both of Morgaine's adopted siblings gaped openly at her. Her mother began blinking furiously to keep the tears in her eyes, and her father… well he was opening and closing his mouth rather comically. Her first impression had been: large-mouthed guppy.
"Dad…", she said timidly, but he stopped her abruptly with a vicious shake of the head.
"Well, Morgaine my dear. This is a first.", he said, looking very hard at her, but she could tell the acceptance in his eyes. "I must say it's quite unexpected… and I haven't the slightest clue how you'll manage this."
"But Dad…!"
"Let me finish, Sprite.", he continued, "Now this is a very new concept to all of us I'm sure… but I highly doubt this to be a fraudulent letter."
"It's not, it's…"
"So, I'm suggesting you think this through very, very thoroughly."
"Oh Dad…"
"Why don't you start that now. I want to… talk to your… mother.", he finished roughly. Morgaine hung her head, knowing the discussion was over, and left the dining room. Nico and Brenna followed up the stairs and the three of them sat on her bed, Morgaine principally speechless.
"Well, are you going to tell us what that was all about?", demanded Brenna, Nico nodding at the suggestion. Morgaine looked from one sibling's face to another. The same sharp hazel eyes they had stared defiantly back at her. She knew there was nothing else for it. They had to be told.
"It was a letter,", Brenna chuckled, "from a school… Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It's a school to train magically qualified students to become real wizards and witches. It's very real… though hidden from Muggle view. Muggles..", she spluttered, "are non-magical people. Very good people still… just non-magical.", she finished stupidly. She marvelled at her naivety. With the curse had come the factor that she stayed young not only physically, but mentally. Brenna raised and inquisitive eyebrow.
"Well then… that must make you quite 'special'.", she declared. Morgaine shivered at her cold tone. "So… you're to be a witch. That's spiffing. Absolutely bloody brilliant. Well have FUN at your new school. I'm going down to have more breakfast.", she said, throwing a warning glare at Nico who followed Brenna out the door, looking back at Morgaine with an expression of confusion.
"That didn't go well.", she thought, burying her face inside her pillows.
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The next day, the same yellow envelope appeared in the mail, and her father said nothing, only allowed her to keep that letter. The day after that the letter came again, and the atmosphere in the house turned from tense to borderline disastrous. Brenna was completely put out by the fact that Morgaine could learn "weird stuff" whereas she had to go on studying Maths and History.
Finally, Morgaine approached her father one day with a ready answer. "I'm going, Father.", she said. Her father gave her a pained look and nodded.
"Tomorrow we leave for London.", he replied plainly, before turning back to his news report. So this is what it will be like from now on… Morgaine thought painfully. Well, so be it. She turned to the climb the stairs, half-crying when her breath was knocked out of her and she collapsed, tumbling down on the landing her hands flying to her abdomen as several bolts of harsh ripping sensations coursed through her body. Suddenly it vanished and left a breathless Morgaine crumpled at the bottom of the stairs, tears falling freely. It seemed that neither her parents or siblings noticed this, which hurt her even more.
The remaining trip to her room was wreathed in sorrow as she knew the cycle was beginning again… It happened every time. When she was to leave a family, her very presence would fade from their minds. For five years she had escaped this, but now… it was there again.
~~~
The trip to Diagon Alley was a most confusing one as her parents and two sceptical siblings trudged through the streets of London trying to find a way into the magical lane. It was Morgaine who finally pointed out the grubby little bar known as the Leaky Cauldron, wherein the family shuffled in, feeling very out of place. Later on, they left her at the pub, her father leaving her with a small fortune of money, telling her that they'd be shopping around London and would pick her up in a few hours, leaving her to do her school-shopping by herself. The bartender looked curiously at her when she asked how to reach Diagon Alley, but nevertheless, lead her to the back of the pub and tapped on a brick allowing her in. She thanked him profusely and began her day.
In all her 911 or just… 11 years, she had never seen such wonders as she saw that afternoon. Her visit to Gringotts had nearly reduced her to idiocy when she spied the little goblins whom she thought were extraordinarily adorable. She quickly learned not to say that, as the goblin shelling out her money gave her a withering look when she commented on his "delightful pointy green ears".
The trip had been extremely mind-blowing to say the least. She had already begun to make plans on how to magically remake herself, changing what she represented, playing wild fluffy-cloud dreams, but she had to admit, the most enthralling part of her day had been the entire hour she spent in the wand shop - Ollivander's Wands.
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"Good afternoon.", said a dusty voice, causing Morgaine to erupt from her seat. "Calm yourself Miss. LeFey. How do you do?", the wand-maker asked, appearing from behind a great class counter. Morgaine smiled weakly.
"Very well, Sir. I've come for a wand."
"So you have, so you have. This way.", he beckoned, and disappeared again, this time behind several shelves. Morgaine followed him and walked blindly, stopping abruptly when she found herself face-to-face with the very pointy end of a mahogany wand.
"Mahogany, sixteen inches, unicorn hair. Very good for charms work. Go on, give it a wave.", he urged. Morgaine twirled it around, not feeling very intelligent under his scalding gaze.
"Sir, if you please…", she began, as he whipped the wand from her hand, and replaced it with another. "How do you know my name?", Morgaine asked. The old man regarded her sternly.
"Maple, eleven inches, unicorn hair.", he quipped. Morgaine waved the wand around but found it replaced with another almost immediately. "I just know. A LeFey does not go unnoticed.", he answered, slipping yet another wand into her hand. "Ash, thirteen inches, phoenix feather."
The more wands they tested, the more idiotic Morgaine began to feel. As the clock struck half past three, and she grew desperate, the old man pulled a very faded box from high above the normal stacks.
"Now this… is quite original.", he said, placing it in her palm. "My family has only ever made one, and that one has not been seen or heard of in… 900 years. A hybrid, if you will, of rowan and oak - very potent woods. Very sacred to elves, fairies, and spritely things. Wonderful length - nine and a half inches, also potent stuff right there. It has… it has no… core.", he finished lamely. "Oh, wait, I lie. It has a core… of Merlin's staff and.. What is this now… something metallic, why I do believe it's a shard from the sword Excalibur. Great wand, that.", he said. "Merlin himself chipped the trip of his staff off for the use in wand. Mind you, it's the only wand out there that has it." Morgaine had not said a word since he handed it to her. In her mind the purest music sang, and the electricity of power shot through her body. Ollivander eyed her wearily as she gasped openly.
"I… I think it is the one I shall take.", she said through laboured breaths. The wand made her feel incredible…
"Ah, very good. I shall ring it up for you then.", replied the man, taking the wand from her. Immediately the feeling was gone and Morgaine thudded back to Earth.
"Thank you Sir…", she managed weakly as she exited the store. The old man watched her disappear into the busy street.
"Harry Potter and Morgaine LeFey… Dumbledore you have something coming at you.", he said shaking his head. "Harry Potter and Morgaine LeFey…"
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Author's Note: Getting a little more Potter-ish? I know this is much to tame to be an R fanfic right now, but just wait… it will be more "potent". I need some sound advice. I had originally wanted to place Morgaine in Slytherin so it would be an intricate relationship between Harry and Morgaine… what do you think? Please review!!!
Hogwarts Writes
Description: The twin of Morgana LeFey was cursed as a child to wander throughout time, never ageing until she met the one person that would set her free. Now at Hogwarts, 11 years old, the person seems to have appeared. (H.P/OC) The story goes through all seven years at Hogwarts! There's also GW/DM.
Chapter One: Hogwarts Writes
Year 1999
Morgaine LeFey woke with a start on August 15th, and promptly whacked her head painfully against the headboard of her bed. Groaning, she heaved her eleven year old frame from the carnage of pillows and blankets to pull open the heavy shades of her bedroom window. It was a beautiful day, the sun spilt liquid warmth into her eyes - she felt her blood warming up. A glance at the clock told her it was half past seven, a perfectly decent time to wake up in the middle of the summer vacations.
The current family she was staying with was a sweet Irish-British family with two children around her age and a great panting golden retriever - a very poster child type family; but she couldn't complain. She had had worse. The curse of remaining eleven years old for eternity had beaten down upon her conscience savagely as she watched her birth family grow lovingly old and die. She recalled the day Morgana had embraced her in a warm hug telling her they'd meet again; but it was urgent, she must leave… Later Morgaine had discovered that Morgana was in Avalon tending to their half-brother, doomed to remain there; and later spend her days sitting at the seat at Delphi. Morgaine shuddered, often wondering who had the worse fate; herself, who wandered agelessly looking for release; or Morgana; who had sat at the seat of Delphi prophesying events till the end of her days. Of late, she had decided that Morgana at least had the relief of death. She, Morgaine, did not. It had been 911 years since the year of her birth and her eyes had watched the history of twenty-two families and countless wars ravage the good Earth. Her hopes of finding her saviour had long died; the same day she had been told Morgana would indeed not be seeing her again.
A heavy pounding on her door snapped her back to the present. "Morgaine! Morgaine, are you awake?", called her twelve year old brother, "Mom says that we'll go into London today; I want to catch the early showing of Cats, so hurry up!" Scowling, Morgaine picked out several pieces of clothing from her wardrobe before wandering into the bathroom for a morning scrub.
"Took ages.", Nico grumbled as she sat down at the breakfast table half an hour later; hair coiffed into the perfect long tendrils she had been born with. His eyes raked across his adopted sister appreciatively. "You're growing to be quite the looker.", he commented, not seeing her wince. She wasn't growing, no, she was remaining. Morgaine buttered herself a piece of toast, eyeing Nico wearily.
"Watching Cats again, then?", she asked.
"Right I am. What can you say; with a Rumpleteazer that's THAT good-looking; no one would pass up the opportunity.", he replied, earning a disgusted look from Morgaine. Just then, their father walked into the dining room, carrying the day's post.
"Oi, Morgaine, looks like someone wrote to you.", he commented, handing her a thick yellow envelope. She took it with a surprised expression. It wasn't that she was a loner at school, but she never grew attached to anything or anyone, knowing they'd come to pass sooner or later, so who would write to her? "Well, open it, Sprite.", her father teased. With trembling fingers she pulled several sheets of paper from the envelope. A quick read later, her jaw clunked heavily on the dining table. She knew exactly what this was - she had been yearning for it for the past… 550 years, and there it was. "What's wrong Sprite?", her father quipped as she handed him the letter.
"Dad… I… I told you I wasn't normal.", she managed to choke out before the tears took her.
"Now, now Sprite..", he began, but stopped when the words from the letter translated in his mind. "We're pleased to accept Morgaine LeFey into Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry"… "Good Lord!", he gasped. A tense silence filled the dining room as both of Morgaine's adopted siblings gaped openly at her. Her mother began blinking furiously to keep the tears in her eyes, and her father… well he was opening and closing his mouth rather comically. Her first impression had been: large-mouthed guppy.
"Dad…", she said timidly, but he stopped her abruptly with a vicious shake of the head.
"Well, Morgaine my dear. This is a first.", he said, looking very hard at her, but she could tell the acceptance in his eyes. "I must say it's quite unexpected… and I haven't the slightest clue how you'll manage this."
"But Dad…!"
"Let me finish, Sprite.", he continued, "Now this is a very new concept to all of us I'm sure… but I highly doubt this to be a fraudulent letter."
"It's not, it's…"
"So, I'm suggesting you think this through very, very thoroughly."
"Oh Dad…"
"Why don't you start that now. I want to… talk to your… mother.", he finished roughly. Morgaine hung her head, knowing the discussion was over, and left the dining room. Nico and Brenna followed up the stairs and the three of them sat on her bed, Morgaine principally speechless.
"Well, are you going to tell us what that was all about?", demanded Brenna, Nico nodding at the suggestion. Morgaine looked from one sibling's face to another. The same sharp hazel eyes they had stared defiantly back at her. She knew there was nothing else for it. They had to be told.
"It was a letter,", Brenna chuckled, "from a school… Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It's a school to train magically qualified students to become real wizards and witches. It's very real… though hidden from Muggle view. Muggles..", she spluttered, "are non-magical people. Very good people still… just non-magical.", she finished stupidly. She marvelled at her naivety. With the curse had come the factor that she stayed young not only physically, but mentally. Brenna raised and inquisitive eyebrow.
"Well then… that must make you quite 'special'.", she declared. Morgaine shivered at her cold tone. "So… you're to be a witch. That's spiffing. Absolutely bloody brilliant. Well have FUN at your new school. I'm going down to have more breakfast.", she said, throwing a warning glare at Nico who followed Brenna out the door, looking back at Morgaine with an expression of confusion.
"That didn't go well.", she thought, burying her face inside her pillows.
~~~~
The next day, the same yellow envelope appeared in the mail, and her father said nothing, only allowed her to keep that letter. The day after that the letter came again, and the atmosphere in the house turned from tense to borderline disastrous. Brenna was completely put out by the fact that Morgaine could learn "weird stuff" whereas she had to go on studying Maths and History.
Finally, Morgaine approached her father one day with a ready answer. "I'm going, Father.", she said. Her father gave her a pained look and nodded.
"Tomorrow we leave for London.", he replied plainly, before turning back to his news report. So this is what it will be like from now on… Morgaine thought painfully. Well, so be it. She turned to the climb the stairs, half-crying when her breath was knocked out of her and she collapsed, tumbling down on the landing her hands flying to her abdomen as several bolts of harsh ripping sensations coursed through her body. Suddenly it vanished and left a breathless Morgaine crumpled at the bottom of the stairs, tears falling freely. It seemed that neither her parents or siblings noticed this, which hurt her even more.
The remaining trip to her room was wreathed in sorrow as she knew the cycle was beginning again… It happened every time. When she was to leave a family, her very presence would fade from their minds. For five years she had escaped this, but now… it was there again.
~~~
The trip to Diagon Alley was a most confusing one as her parents and two sceptical siblings trudged through the streets of London trying to find a way into the magical lane. It was Morgaine who finally pointed out the grubby little bar known as the Leaky Cauldron, wherein the family shuffled in, feeling very out of place. Later on, they left her at the pub, her father leaving her with a small fortune of money, telling her that they'd be shopping around London and would pick her up in a few hours, leaving her to do her school-shopping by herself. The bartender looked curiously at her when she asked how to reach Diagon Alley, but nevertheless, lead her to the back of the pub and tapped on a brick allowing her in. She thanked him profusely and began her day.
In all her 911 or just… 11 years, she had never seen such wonders as she saw that afternoon. Her visit to Gringotts had nearly reduced her to idiocy when she spied the little goblins whom she thought were extraordinarily adorable. She quickly learned not to say that, as the goblin shelling out her money gave her a withering look when she commented on his "delightful pointy green ears".
The trip had been extremely mind-blowing to say the least. She had already begun to make plans on how to magically remake herself, changing what she represented, playing wild fluffy-cloud dreams, but she had to admit, the most enthralling part of her day had been the entire hour she spent in the wand shop - Ollivander's Wands.
~~~
"Good afternoon.", said a dusty voice, causing Morgaine to erupt from her seat. "Calm yourself Miss. LeFey. How do you do?", the wand-maker asked, appearing from behind a great class counter. Morgaine smiled weakly.
"Very well, Sir. I've come for a wand."
"So you have, so you have. This way.", he beckoned, and disappeared again, this time behind several shelves. Morgaine followed him and walked blindly, stopping abruptly when she found herself face-to-face with the very pointy end of a mahogany wand.
"Mahogany, sixteen inches, unicorn hair. Very good for charms work. Go on, give it a wave.", he urged. Morgaine twirled it around, not feeling very intelligent under his scalding gaze.
"Sir, if you please…", she began, as he whipped the wand from her hand, and replaced it with another. "How do you know my name?", Morgaine asked. The old man regarded her sternly.
"Maple, eleven inches, unicorn hair.", he quipped. Morgaine waved the wand around but found it replaced with another almost immediately. "I just know. A LeFey does not go unnoticed.", he answered, slipping yet another wand into her hand. "Ash, thirteen inches, phoenix feather."
The more wands they tested, the more idiotic Morgaine began to feel. As the clock struck half past three, and she grew desperate, the old man pulled a very faded box from high above the normal stacks.
"Now this… is quite original.", he said, placing it in her palm. "My family has only ever made one, and that one has not been seen or heard of in… 900 years. A hybrid, if you will, of rowan and oak - very potent woods. Very sacred to elves, fairies, and spritely things. Wonderful length - nine and a half inches, also potent stuff right there. It has… it has no… core.", he finished lamely. "Oh, wait, I lie. It has a core… of Merlin's staff and.. What is this now… something metallic, why I do believe it's a shard from the sword Excalibur. Great wand, that.", he said. "Merlin himself chipped the trip of his staff off for the use in wand. Mind you, it's the only wand out there that has it." Morgaine had not said a word since he handed it to her. In her mind the purest music sang, and the electricity of power shot through her body. Ollivander eyed her wearily as she gasped openly.
"I… I think it is the one I shall take.", she said through laboured breaths. The wand made her feel incredible…
"Ah, very good. I shall ring it up for you then.", replied the man, taking the wand from her. Immediately the feeling was gone and Morgaine thudded back to Earth.
"Thank you Sir…", she managed weakly as she exited the store. The old man watched her disappear into the busy street.
"Harry Potter and Morgaine LeFey… Dumbledore you have something coming at you.", he said shaking his head. "Harry Potter and Morgaine LeFey…"
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Author's Note: Getting a little more Potter-ish? I know this is much to tame to be an R fanfic right now, but just wait… it will be more "potent". I need some sound advice. I had originally wanted to place Morgaine in Slytherin so it would be an intricate relationship between Harry and Morgaine… what do you think? Please review!!!