What Morgana Said - Chapter Two
The Beginning of the Ice Age
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 Two: The Beginning of the Ice Age
"Well Sprite, have a good year.", her father said, "Your mother and I will write. You be a good girl now - play nice to the other kids. I'll see you in June." He bent to engulf her in a warm hug, and ruffled her hair. Morgaine let out a breath of relief. This was the father that she had known for five years, perhaps not that much would change.
"Thank you, Father. Tell Brenna and Nico that I love them, will you?", she asked in hushed tones. Her father nodded, and walked her into Kings Cross. Morgaine eyed the hustle of the station with dismay and turned back to her Father for support. To her utter shock and surprise, she found herself facing yet another wall of busy people with only herself and a hulking large trunk to keep her company. Rather slowly she made her way across Kings Cross and planted herself between the platforms of 9 and 10... 9¾ was nowhere to be found. Oh God… oh, very unholy mother of Morgana… she thought. Her watch told her she had a precious ten minutes to find her way to the platform before the train would undoubtedly depart, with or without her presence. Well, there was nothing for it. She leant against the barriers, content to wait - someone magical was bound to come, she thought, contemplating exactly how her parents were going to react when she arrived back on their doorstep with no good explanation and -
Morgaine gulped a good deal of air as she felt herself fall… and fall… and fall… and WHAP, she lay face up on a stony floor of a certain platform 9¾, trunk and all. "Unholy Morgana.", she hissed, picking herself up and staring open-mouthed at the sign. Well… next time I know how to get in, she said to herself snidely.
A great red train billowed giant steam clouds into the station, and some anonymous voice declared that there was, "Five minutes until departure. All students please board the Hogwarts Express. Five minutes till departure." Morgaine scowled and lugged her way through several tearful families, and managed to board the train… in time for five minutes.
Finding an empty compartment was an entirely different story. There were arrays of screeching children - likely her age, and tall, daunting looking "prefects" as they call themselves, who patrolled the aisles barking at whomever so they please.
Finally, she kicked her luggage into a compartment, somewhere far down the train and slammed the door shut.
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Stop right there. I must clarify. The compartment was supposedly empty. Now really, you didn't expect me to stop and examine the symbols hewn into the door when I was desperate to escape screeching children, eh? Well… I had thought it was empty… I was sorely mistaken. There was a certain tall, platinum haired idiot who bashed through the door right after me.
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"And who are you?!", he snarled. Eyeing her up an down. Immediately she tensed.
"I could ask the same.", she snapped. "I don't believe you own the bloody compartment."
"Ah, but I do.", he said, pointing manically at the large "M" carved into the wood. "Malfoy compartment. So if you please, young miss, GET OUT!"
Morgaine sat very straight in her seat. She was eleven but; oh, no Malfoy would talk to her that way.
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Yes, I knew the Malfoys. I've known them since… several hundred years ago. I can't say they were a jolly type group, but my sixth family did have close relations with them.
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"Well then, boy, a tad on the domineering side are we?", she said. "No, I am not going to 'get out'."
"No?"
"No."
"No."
"Yes, no."
"No."
"Did I mention you're slightly less intellectual than your ancestors?"
"No."
"Didn't think so. Well, I'm not moving."
"Yes."
"That's my boy, widen the vocabulary range."
"Yes, you are.", he snarled advancing on her. Morgaine found herself pinned to the wall of the compartment, with Malfoy's face dangerously close to her own. "I don't know who you think you are, little first-year, but get OUT of my sight. NOW.", he hissed, dropping her. Morgaine stared at him with large brown eyes, now flaming. She picked up her trunk, which later actually surprised her - it was rather a heavy trunk, and stalked out the door.
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On later reflection, I have to say, that was the LAST time Draco manhandled me. We quickly came to an… understanding. But that we'll get to later.
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Morgaine fumed her way down the length of the train. No one talked to her that way. She was 900 or something years older than him. And what's more, he was a Malfoy!!! Her previous experiences with the prestigious clan had told her they were powerful, rich, arrogant, extraordinarily handsome - the lot of them, and prone to violence. But still… that really was no reason for the youngest Malfoy to lay hands on her.
She found herself muttering dark things in an interesting language under her breath. Morgaine sat heavily on her trunk - there was no hope in finding an empty compartment now, not with that pathetic excuse of a Malfoy taking up the last one on the train. Sighing, she knocked on the door of the nearest room and waited. It slid open and Morgaine found herself face-to-face with a boy of shocking red hair.
"Hi, do you have room in your compartment? I was just gracefully thrown out of one by a nasty git of a boy.", she declared, eyeing the several other people in their compartment. There were two other boys, and two other girls. The red-haired one regarded her carefully.
"Sure, it's rather packed in here, but if you put your trunk there,", he said, gesturing to the wooden racks attached to the compartment, "we'll all fit." Morgaine nodded and heaved her trunk onto one of the shelves, noting with wide eyes that they sealed themselves automatically.
All five pairs of eyes fixed on her when she sat down.
"Morgaine LeFey.", she stated, looking at no one in particular. "This is my first year here."
"Well,", began the redhead, "I'm Ron Weasley. That's Hermione Granger, real bookworm,", he said, nodding at the girl wish bushy hair.
"We'll talk for ourselves Ron. I'm Harry."
"Virginia… call me Ginny."
"Neville Longbottom.", squeaked the boy beside "Harry".
Morgaine regarded them each in turn with interest, her eyes resting on the black haired boy with brilliant green eyes. "So you're Harry Potter.", she said, noting with indifference that everyone in the compartment shifted uncomfortably, and Ron looked very put out.
"Yeah, I am."
"That's nice."
"So… you were kicked out of your other compartment, eh? May I ask why?", asked Ron. Morgaine turned to him, directing a superior look.
"Apparently I had trespassed upon the sacred grounds of a certain Malfoy, thereby pissing the bloody crap out of him, and so hence, he threw me out. Happy?", she shot at him. There was an awkward silence before everyone in the compartment minus Morgaine and Hermione burst out laughing.
"Oh… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, you decided to hole up in Malfoy's room eh? HAHAHAHA, brilliant." Morgaine sat stiffly as the company of five continued their idiocy.
"Well then,", said Harry. "Since you've managed successfully to irritate the Malfoy scum, you're quite welcome in our group. What say you Ron?"
"Hear, hear!", he quipped. Morgaine looked from one face to another, very intrigued.
"Well, Morgaine… that's your name right? Morgaine?", asked Hermione. Morgaine nodded. "What house do you expect to be in?"
"Not the slightest clue."
"Well, Gryffindor will be routin' for you. We're all in that house.", Ron explained. "Except Ginners there of course, but she's gonna be sorted in Gryffindor. There hasn't been a Weasley who wasn't in Gryffindor.", he added.
"I see."
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The rest of the train ride was incredibly boring, as I recall. A squat witch came around and I amazed everyone by buying a sample of everything, and eating all of it… Well, I did have to give up several Chocolate Frogs as both Harry and Ron were relentless when it comes to persuasion. Soon afterwards, Hermione, Ginny and I left to change into our school robes - messy business, I'll tell you. There is just NO ROOM in the changing stalls.
Well… here we go… sorting ceremony. Quite the shocker.
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"You'll be sorted into one of the four houses. Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. I'll have you know that no house is better than the other, and each have produced outstanding witches and wizards.", said Professor McGonagal. "You will wait here for me to collect you. Look smart, this is important.", she barked at an unfortunate boy with a very ruffled robes.
Morgaine stood stiffly near the back of the line with Ginny Weasley. She seemed nervous enough, but putting up an interesting fight to calm her emotions.
When the sorting began, Morgaine felt more and more uncomfortable with the red-haired girl who was continuously spluttering about how her brothers would crème her if she were in anything but Gryffindor.
"LeFey, Morgaine.", called McGonagal. Morgaine looked up sharply, as did the rest of the Hogwarts population. Everyone began to whisper.
"LeFey… did she say LeFey? As in Morgan LeFey?", someone was idiotic enough to say out loud.
"Morgana… MORGANA you dolts.", Morgaine hissed under her breath as she made her way up to the old hat. Her eyes had begun to lose focus. Through the crowd, the sea of faces watched her expectantly.
"Well, well, well… a LeFey. Now this is most refreshing. I don't believe I've had a LeFey before.", said a voice in her head.
"Yes, my family has never been to Hogwarts.", she replied coldly.
"Come now, no animosity. Where would you like to be?"
"I couldn't care less. Somewhere that allows me to be what I am."
"And that would be?"
"You tell me."
"Very well then. A girl of courage, determination, bravery, and intelligence. You shall be quite the pride of Hogwarts. No where else for you.", sniffed the hat. "You had better be in -
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I have to stress… even I didn't expect what the Hat was going to say at that point. I hadn't the slightest clue. But there you have it, I was only 11.…
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SLYTHERIN!!!!", declared the hat. The table of students clad in green roared their approval. Morgaine lifted the hat gingerly off her hair and caught a withering glare from Ron. Harry, beside him had the large-mouthed guppy look of her father, and Hermione… well Hermione didn't even look at her.
Morgaine trudged to Slytherin table and was immediately engulfed by waves of enthusiastic Slytherin students. The remaining sorting ceremony was all but forgotten by each of the four houses. Morgaine had long shut her brain off after the fifth student had questioned her of her lineage. She did however; note with interest that a certain blonde haired boy came no where near her.
This ought to be interesting… she thought.
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Author's Note: Like it?! Was it okay? I decided to stick her in Slytherin, but I promise it'll get good!!! I never did enjoy Ron's idiocy… he's my favourite in the movie though… then again the movie… was… interesting. Please review! It WILL GET R!!!!!
The Beginning of the Ice Age
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 Two: The Beginning of the Ice Age
"Well Sprite, have a good year.", her father said, "Your mother and I will write. You be a good girl now - play nice to the other kids. I'll see you in June." He bent to engulf her in a warm hug, and ruffled her hair. Morgaine let out a breath of relief. This was the father that she had known for five years, perhaps not that much would change.
"Thank you, Father. Tell Brenna and Nico that I love them, will you?", she asked in hushed tones. Her father nodded, and walked her into Kings Cross. Morgaine eyed the hustle of the station with dismay and turned back to her Father for support. To her utter shock and surprise, she found herself facing yet another wall of busy people with only herself and a hulking large trunk to keep her company. Rather slowly she made her way across Kings Cross and planted herself between the platforms of 9 and 10... 9¾ was nowhere to be found. Oh God… oh, very unholy mother of Morgana… she thought. Her watch told her she had a precious ten minutes to find her way to the platform before the train would undoubtedly depart, with or without her presence. Well, there was nothing for it. She leant against the barriers, content to wait - someone magical was bound to come, she thought, contemplating exactly how her parents were going to react when she arrived back on their doorstep with no good explanation and -
Morgaine gulped a good deal of air as she felt herself fall… and fall… and fall… and WHAP, she lay face up on a stony floor of a certain platform 9¾, trunk and all. "Unholy Morgana.", she hissed, picking herself up and staring open-mouthed at the sign. Well… next time I know how to get in, she said to herself snidely.
A great red train billowed giant steam clouds into the station, and some anonymous voice declared that there was, "Five minutes until departure. All students please board the Hogwarts Express. Five minutes till departure." Morgaine scowled and lugged her way through several tearful families, and managed to board the train… in time for five minutes.
Finding an empty compartment was an entirely different story. There were arrays of screeching children - likely her age, and tall, daunting looking "prefects" as they call themselves, who patrolled the aisles barking at whomever so they please.
Finally, she kicked her luggage into a compartment, somewhere far down the train and slammed the door shut.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Stop right there. I must clarify. The compartment was supposedly empty. Now really, you didn't expect me to stop and examine the symbols hewn into the door when I was desperate to escape screeching children, eh? Well… I had thought it was empty… I was sorely mistaken. There was a certain tall, platinum haired idiot who bashed through the door right after me.
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"And who are you?!", he snarled. Eyeing her up an down. Immediately she tensed.
"I could ask the same.", she snapped. "I don't believe you own the bloody compartment."
"Ah, but I do.", he said, pointing manically at the large "M" carved into the wood. "Malfoy compartment. So if you please, young miss, GET OUT!"
Morgaine sat very straight in her seat. She was eleven but; oh, no Malfoy would talk to her that way.
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Yes, I knew the Malfoys. I've known them since… several hundred years ago. I can't say they were a jolly type group, but my sixth family did have close relations with them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Well then, boy, a tad on the domineering side are we?", she said. "No, I am not going to 'get out'."
"No?"
"No."
"No."
"Yes, no."
"No."
"Did I mention you're slightly less intellectual than your ancestors?"
"No."
"Didn't think so. Well, I'm not moving."
"Yes."
"That's my boy, widen the vocabulary range."
"Yes, you are.", he snarled advancing on her. Morgaine found herself pinned to the wall of the compartment, with Malfoy's face dangerously close to her own. "I don't know who you think you are, little first-year, but get OUT of my sight. NOW.", he hissed, dropping her. Morgaine stared at him with large brown eyes, now flaming. She picked up her trunk, which later actually surprised her - it was rather a heavy trunk, and stalked out the door.
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On later reflection, I have to say, that was the LAST time Draco manhandled me. We quickly came to an… understanding. But that we'll get to later.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Morgaine fumed her way down the length of the train. No one talked to her that way. She was 900 or something years older than him. And what's more, he was a Malfoy!!! Her previous experiences with the prestigious clan had told her they were powerful, rich, arrogant, extraordinarily handsome - the lot of them, and prone to violence. But still… that really was no reason for the youngest Malfoy to lay hands on her.
She found herself muttering dark things in an interesting language under her breath. Morgaine sat heavily on her trunk - there was no hope in finding an empty compartment now, not with that pathetic excuse of a Malfoy taking up the last one on the train. Sighing, she knocked on the door of the nearest room and waited. It slid open and Morgaine found herself face-to-face with a boy of shocking red hair.
"Hi, do you have room in your compartment? I was just gracefully thrown out of one by a nasty git of a boy.", she declared, eyeing the several other people in their compartment. There were two other boys, and two other girls. The red-haired one regarded her carefully.
"Sure, it's rather packed in here, but if you put your trunk there,", he said, gesturing to the wooden racks attached to the compartment, "we'll all fit." Morgaine nodded and heaved her trunk onto one of the shelves, noting with wide eyes that they sealed themselves automatically.
All five pairs of eyes fixed on her when she sat down.
"Morgaine LeFey.", she stated, looking at no one in particular. "This is my first year here."
"Well,", began the redhead, "I'm Ron Weasley. That's Hermione Granger, real bookworm,", he said, nodding at the girl wish bushy hair.
"We'll talk for ourselves Ron. I'm Harry."
"Virginia… call me Ginny."
"Neville Longbottom.", squeaked the boy beside "Harry".
Morgaine regarded them each in turn with interest, her eyes resting on the black haired boy with brilliant green eyes. "So you're Harry Potter.", she said, noting with indifference that everyone in the compartment shifted uncomfortably, and Ron looked very put out.
"Yeah, I am."
"That's nice."
"So… you were kicked out of your other compartment, eh? May I ask why?", asked Ron. Morgaine turned to him, directing a superior look.
"Apparently I had trespassed upon the sacred grounds of a certain Malfoy, thereby pissing the bloody crap out of him, and so hence, he threw me out. Happy?", she shot at him. There was an awkward silence before everyone in the compartment minus Morgaine and Hermione burst out laughing.
"Oh… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, you decided to hole up in Malfoy's room eh? HAHAHAHA, brilliant." Morgaine sat stiffly as the company of five continued their idiocy.
"Well then,", said Harry. "Since you've managed successfully to irritate the Malfoy scum, you're quite welcome in our group. What say you Ron?"
"Hear, hear!", he quipped. Morgaine looked from one face to another, very intrigued.
"Well, Morgaine… that's your name right? Morgaine?", asked Hermione. Morgaine nodded. "What house do you expect to be in?"
"Not the slightest clue."
"Well, Gryffindor will be routin' for you. We're all in that house.", Ron explained. "Except Ginners there of course, but she's gonna be sorted in Gryffindor. There hasn't been a Weasley who wasn't in Gryffindor.", he added.
"I see."
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The rest of the train ride was incredibly boring, as I recall. A squat witch came around and I amazed everyone by buying a sample of everything, and eating all of it… Well, I did have to give up several Chocolate Frogs as both Harry and Ron were relentless when it comes to persuasion. Soon afterwards, Hermione, Ginny and I left to change into our school robes - messy business, I'll tell you. There is just NO ROOM in the changing stalls.
Well… here we go… sorting ceremony. Quite the shocker.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You'll be sorted into one of the four houses. Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. I'll have you know that no house is better than the other, and each have produced outstanding witches and wizards.", said Professor McGonagal. "You will wait here for me to collect you. Look smart, this is important.", she barked at an unfortunate boy with a very ruffled robes.
Morgaine stood stiffly near the back of the line with Ginny Weasley. She seemed nervous enough, but putting up an interesting fight to calm her emotions.
When the sorting began, Morgaine felt more and more uncomfortable with the red-haired girl who was continuously spluttering about how her brothers would crème her if she were in anything but Gryffindor.
"LeFey, Morgaine.", called McGonagal. Morgaine looked up sharply, as did the rest of the Hogwarts population. Everyone began to whisper.
"LeFey… did she say LeFey? As in Morgan LeFey?", someone was idiotic enough to say out loud.
"Morgana… MORGANA you dolts.", Morgaine hissed under her breath as she made her way up to the old hat. Her eyes had begun to lose focus. Through the crowd, the sea of faces watched her expectantly.
"Well, well, well… a LeFey. Now this is most refreshing. I don't believe I've had a LeFey before.", said a voice in her head.
"Yes, my family has never been to Hogwarts.", she replied coldly.
"Come now, no animosity. Where would you like to be?"
"I couldn't care less. Somewhere that allows me to be what I am."
"And that would be?"
"You tell me."
"Very well then. A girl of courage, determination, bravery, and intelligence. You shall be quite the pride of Hogwarts. No where else for you.", sniffed the hat. "You had better be in -
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I have to stress… even I didn't expect what the Hat was going to say at that point. I hadn't the slightest clue. But there you have it, I was only 11.…
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SLYTHERIN!!!!", declared the hat. The table of students clad in green roared their approval. Morgaine lifted the hat gingerly off her hair and caught a withering glare from Ron. Harry, beside him had the large-mouthed guppy look of her father, and Hermione… well Hermione didn't even look at her.
Morgaine trudged to Slytherin table and was immediately engulfed by waves of enthusiastic Slytherin students. The remaining sorting ceremony was all but forgotten by each of the four houses. Morgaine had long shut her brain off after the fifth student had questioned her of her lineage. She did however; note with interest that a certain blonde haired boy came no where near her.
This ought to be interesting… she thought.
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Author's Note: Like it?! Was it okay? I decided to stick her in Slytherin, but I promise it'll get good!!! I never did enjoy Ron's idiocy… he's my favourite in the movie though… then again the movie… was… interesting. Please review! It WILL GET R!!!!!