What Morgana Said - Chapter Three
Deprived
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.
Important Notes: A great thank you to my first reviewer: Geminia, the advice is incredibly important and I appreciate it more than you can imagine! *MUAH* So I get the feeling that I need to explain the timeline of this story. In the prologue, the year was 1088 and the story tells the background of her curse, also touching base with her original family. Starting in Chapter One, Morgaine is living with a different family in the year 1999.
Please note that in between the plot, Morgaine actually pulls the reader outwards and tells her feelings about a certain point in the story by herself. So whenever it refers to "I" or "me", it's usually Morgaine talking about what she felt.
Thanks for reading so far! Another chapter coming up!
Oh yes, I realized I've never added a disclaimer to this story. Well, I do not own any of the characters save Morgaine LeFey. Okie, go on ad read.
Chapter Three - Deprived
I remember that night to be so cold, so unforgiving. There I was, sister of the greatest sorceress who ever lived, daughter of Igraine, and half-sister of King Arthur; banished under the school to crawl like snakes upon the dungeon floor. It was cold. My rooms were furnished richly with greens and silver, everywhere, there hung velvet and silk, but I felt no warmth in it.
My roommates were egocentric pricks concerned only with their current hair-colour and the amount of mascara they had layered on. They're names? Stella Nelson, and Danielle Tories. I have to say, were I to choose one out of the two, I would stick with Danielle - that girl had some sense in her head. Stella was completely hopeless…
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"Oh, look at the bed sheets!", exclaimed a very blonde, very blue-eyed Stella. She proceeded to bury herself among the bed rolls, commencing a very unenthusiastic pillow fight, which began and ended with a pillow to the head, courtesy of yours-truly.
Morgaine hissed as the green ball bounced off her head. "What ARE you doing?", she growled.
"Have some fun, LeFey. Loosen up!"
"It is bloody midnight, I am filthy, tired, and stuffed to the extreme, we have classes tomorrow, I am going to bed.", declared Morgaine, who promptly retired to said bed, and pulled the curtains shut.
"Nasty temper she has - that LeFey.", Stella commented, shooting a wicked smile at Danielle.
The morning looked to be bright, and Morgaine woke to the brilliant sunlight. Wrenching her bed-curtains open, she rummaged long enough to pull out the school uniform and robe before barricading herself inside the showers.
As the hot water cascaded through her grimy hair, she thought of the day to come. The people to face. There was Harry, and Ron… not to mention Hermione and the inevitable questions that Ginny would pose. Sighing, she rubbed more shampoo into her scalp. There would also be the platinum haired boy - Draco Malfoy. He was quite the Malfoy… to say the least. Morgaine laughed into the water. No Malfoy could stand in her way. "You've got another thing coming at you!", she hissed, now applying generous amounts of conditioning. But the nagging question still resided in the back of her head. Why WAS she in Slytherin?
Half an hour later, she emerged, fully scrubbed, hair respectably dried and done in a high pony-tail. Her eyes, she had done heavily with kohl - it was not so much that she needed it, her eyes were quite dark enough; but those who knew her also knew her trademark eyes. Stella sneered when she came out, dressed crisp and clean.
"My, my, don't we look smart.", she said.
"I couldn't say the same to you.", Morgaine shot back, looking Stella up and down. The girl was decidedly pretty, her hair a nice honey tone, and her eyes a crystal blue. But it was a cheap look about her. "You might want to put some clothes on,", Morgaine continued, "it wouldn't do well letting the teachers see you in that.", she pointed out. Stella scowled and stalked past her into the bathroom, scantily clad in what… looked to be lingerie of some sort.
"Now, now, LeFey,", said Danielle, "don't want to anger that one. A bitch in heat will do almost anything.", she whispered, winking. Morgaine smirked and hitched her bag to her shoulders.
"Oh, I quiver with FEAR.", replied Morgaine. "See you down at breakfast.", she said, descending the long staircase.
The common room was unusually busy for the first morning back at school. Students from different years bustled about the fire place, some lounging in the giant loveseats near the flames. Morgaine offered them a look of disdain, before exiting through the giant stone archway that marked the Slytherin common room. The hallways were still quiet at seven thirty in the morning, but she figured it was due to the fact that they were buried several damnable miles below the school. Bloody dungeons, she thought, climbing long sets of stairs to the Great Hall.
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I have to tell you, those steps give anyone the daily workout that they need. It's much like climbing a short Mount Everest. But moving on…
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Morgaine stepped into the Great Hall noting that there was hardly a peer in sight. The Gryffindor table seated Hermione, but no one else. Hermione looked up and flashed her a brief smile before returning to her book. Morgaine winced at the look, letting her gaze travel. Interestingly enough, at the Slytherin table sat none other than Draco Malfoy. She felt the smirk return to her face as she approached him.
"Early riser, are we now?", she said, glaring down at the young Malfoy.
"And exactly what do you want?", he sneered.
"A chat. Come, come, we're all of the same house, quite a big, happy family. Let's do this properly. I'm Morgaine LeFey."
"Well then! I'm Draco Malfoy. That there is the mudblood Granger, the greasy haired teacher up there happens to be Professor Snape, and the two lugnuts at the entrance are Crabbe and Goyle. Now that we're properly acquainted, do me the greatest honour of FUCKING OFF, as I finish my breakfast.", he snapped. Morgaine eyed him with distaste.
"I see.", she hissed under her breath and walked to the far end of the table where she plopped down and dug ferociously into her eggs.
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In our later years at Hogwarts, Draco would become the closest thing to a friend I would have. He's quite the character, he broke and healed me. Thinking back, he began my Ice Age. The time where I did not feel at all. I was convinced that after 911 years of "pain" as Gaia so eloquently put it, I had finally graduated from the department of emotions. This would mark the beginning of my Ice Age… unfortunately, it would come crashing down.
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It seemed that the days grew longer as the school year progressed through winter and poured into spring. Morgaine, having kept her normal disposition of "detachedness", took advantage of her waning social life to focus on her schoolwork. The material was quite easily child's play to her. Within the first two weeks of school, the entire year's work had been completed, and Morgaine had begun some research on her own.
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She had left the Halloween ball, discontent to watch fellow school mates grope the girl/boy that they would be seeing the next morning. How positively degrading, was her opinion, as she stalked out the Great Hall doors.
The night was still young, and the last thing Morgaine wanted to do was retreat to her dungeon dorm room - that was even more degrading. So, she removed her school robes, banishing them to the Slytherin common room, and began in earnest to explore the castle. Sure, her lessons were situated all over the place, but Hogwarts was just so damnably big that you'd be bound to find something new. After a brief moment of hesitation, headed up the staircase on the right.
The corridors were dimly lit with torches, and the suits of armoured glared at her, needless to say, she glared right back and walked haughtily on her way. Just as she was turning the corridor, a great gust of what looked to be… burgundy robes flew by her and down the adjacent hallway. The owner of the one of the robes, whom she recognized by the shocking red hair, happened to be Ronald Weasley, followed by Hermione Granger, lead by none other than Harry Potter. Curiosity completely piqued, she began trailing them.
The trio stopped abruptly in front of the wall:
"THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED. ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE."
Morgaine's eyes widened in surprised as she read this out loud. The trio rounded on her, taking in her black hair, now wild from running, the absence of her school robes, and the complete black that she chose to wear.
"You!", hissed Ron, advancing on her. Surprisingly, she didn't move. Morgaine just stood there, eyes wide open.
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CUT! Why didn't I move? Eh? You'd think I had some sense, there I was staring at these lovely silver words with a cat dangling below it, not moving. Even the redhead had the sense to do something, but no, I didn't move. Well, here's why.
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Completely bewildered by the fact that no one else could see what she saw, Morgaine stood still as a statue. Before her, the green robed figure of a tall, dark looking man rose. His gaze travelled from one student to the next, finally resting on her.
"You!", it hissed, and somewhere, Morgaine heard Ron as well, but she was mesmerized. The man cackled. "The little LeFey twin, come back to haunt me? Ah, but no, you didn't come back, did you. You were always there. Well, welcome to my school. I must say it disappoints me that you are a pureblood, or I could take sweet, sweet revenge in killing you. Ah, but what is there, is there. I'll take something else of yours then. What do you mortals call it now… innocence?", Salazaar Slytherin shrieked with laughter, and taking a wonderfully black sword, drove it clean through Morgaine's chest. "Ah, look at the little girl. Crumbling to the ground. You say hello to that ghastly sister of yours for me, will you? Bye bye little LeFey.", he said, smiling, and vanished.
"Morgaine!", yelled Harry, watching her clasp a hand to her chest, and fall to the ground.
There were students around them now, some gasping at the message on the wall, others gawking at the very stiff, horrid Mrs. Norris, hanging below the words. Morgaine could neither hear nor see any of them. The black sword had burned a chasm in her heart, and she felt a sure bit of it ripped out the moment Salazaar disappeared.
"POTTER! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER!!!!!!!!", screamed a distraught Draco, pushing his way through the crowd, platinum hair flying.
"I didn't do anything!"
"No one could have done this to a LeFey.", he said, pausing, "YOU!", he snarled launching himself at Harry, and almost immediately finding himself being pulled away. "LET ME AT HIM! LET ME AT HIM!", he shrieked.
"Stop it this instant Mr. Malfoy, you are behaving like a juvenile delinquent!", hissed Snape. Draco ripped himself from Snape's grasp, glaring dangerously at Harry.
"You watch your back Potter. You and your little group. No one touches blood as pure as hers without paying!", he whispered, though it was heard quite clearly in the deadly silence. Turning away from, Draco scooped Morgaine's limp body up and proceeded down the corridor. "Enemies of the heir beware! You'll be next mudbloods!", he shot back at the crowd.
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Madame Pomfrey jumped as the Infirmary door swung opened and an angry Draco with eyes blazing stormed in carrying Morgaine LeFey.
"Help her!", he snarled at the healer.
"Well now, young Malfoy. Really, do not speak to me with that attitude!", fumed Madame Pomfrey, before laying eyes on the unconscious Morgaine. "Lay her down there.", she commanded, nodding at a hospital bed.
Draco was all but thrown out when the healing process started, having been given the message that he could visit in "several hours, or even better, not at all.", quote unquote. He sneered at Madame Pomfrey, and a curt bow later, exited the Infirmary.
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When Morgaine woke up, she distinctively felt a hole somewhere, but she couldn't quite place it. She knew that Salazaar Slytherin had stabbed her through the heart, but it wasn't there that she felt it. No, she realized with great dismay that her 11 year old mind that she had carried with her through 911 years had become clouded with images and thoughts too brutal, perverse, or violent for just 11 years. Her eyes blinked several times, trying to clear her head, but the images seemed lodged there.
"Good afternoon.", said a voice from beside her. Turning painfully she saw… Draco Malfoy.
"You!", she hissed.
"Me."
"What are you doing here?!"
"Oh, that's very nice to say to the boy who carried you away from the onslaught of students and lugged your great hulking body into the Infirmary.", he drawled.
"Get this Malfoy, you hate me. I hate you. Get out of my sight.", she snarled, struggling to aim a blow at his blonde head.
"No."
"No?"
"No."
"NOT THIS AGAIN!"
"No, I do not hate you."
"Ah, so you just take pride in being the resident jackass, eh? I see. Well, I make a point of not conversing with said type of jackass, so if you please."
"No.", he said again, causing Morgaine to all but explode from the bed. "Lie down!", he hissed, pushing her back in the blankets. "Let me get this straight, LeFey. Whatever you define as 'hate' comes nothing near to my definition, so be grateful that I helped you up here and never insult me again.", he snarled. "I'll see you after classes then.", he said formally, performing his little bow, and left Morgaine fuming in the Infirmary.
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That would become the beginning of Draco and me's rather… complex relationship. When he visited me later that evening, he came with a stack of my school work, telling me that he didn't care whether or not I had learnt the stuff, I would have to practice more.
He stayed with me until around nine, and we had a lovely conversation that could be viewed either as a turbulent exchange of insults, or really just me insulting him, or you could simply say I was "growing". Salazaar Slytherin had not only deprived me of my innocence, he deprived me of my curse. I began to grow.
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"Well then, LeFey. If you're quite finished wounding my pride, Madame Pomfrey will be looking into chucking me out of this Merlin-forsaken Infirmary any moment, so I wish you a good night. Eat, sleep, work, do your thing, Dumbledore wants you back at school tomorrow.", he said, walking to the door. "Oh, and LeFey, do loosen up. The nasty temper of yours can't be good for the health. Bad for the karma as well.", he added, smirking.
"It's 'Morgaine' jackass. Now get out.", she shot at him. He gave her a curt bow, and closed the Infirmary door. Morgaine sat there, looking long at the door. She was beginning to cotton on to this Draco Malfoy. He played an interesting game. Chuckling, Morgaine nestled down amongst her pillows, and closed her eyes, just as the Infirmary door opened again. Morgaine looked up and uttered a cry of dismay.
"You!"
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Author's Note: A bit of a cliffy, not too bad though. So… some notes. #1... The way I described Stella as being extraordinarily blonde and blue-eyed… I have to say, I AM NOT PREJUDICED AGAINT PEOPLE WITH BLONDE HAIR OR BLUE EYES WHATSOEVER!!! Please do not be offended by the material, it just seemed to fit perfectly at the time.
About Draco's little "bowing" scheme… have you ever seen Jonny Depp do his little bow with his hands clasped like in prayer? Well, that's what I'm trying to get at.
Please review. Thank you once more to Geminia for her advice. Really much appreciated!
Deprived
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.
Important Notes: A great thank you to my first reviewer: Geminia, the advice is incredibly important and I appreciate it more than you can imagine! *MUAH* So I get the feeling that I need to explain the timeline of this story. In the prologue, the year was 1088 and the story tells the background of her curse, also touching base with her original family. Starting in Chapter One, Morgaine is living with a different family in the year 1999.
Please note that in between the plot, Morgaine actually pulls the reader outwards and tells her feelings about a certain point in the story by herself. So whenever it refers to "I" or "me", it's usually Morgaine talking about what she felt.
Thanks for reading so far! Another chapter coming up!
Oh yes, I realized I've never added a disclaimer to this story. Well, I do not own any of the characters save Morgaine LeFey. Okie, go on ad read.
Chapter Three - Deprived
I remember that night to be so cold, so unforgiving. There I was, sister of the greatest sorceress who ever lived, daughter of Igraine, and half-sister of King Arthur; banished under the school to crawl like snakes upon the dungeon floor. It was cold. My rooms were furnished richly with greens and silver, everywhere, there hung velvet and silk, but I felt no warmth in it.
My roommates were egocentric pricks concerned only with their current hair-colour and the amount of mascara they had layered on. They're names? Stella Nelson, and Danielle Tories. I have to say, were I to choose one out of the two, I would stick with Danielle - that girl had some sense in her head. Stella was completely hopeless…
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"Oh, look at the bed sheets!", exclaimed a very blonde, very blue-eyed Stella. She proceeded to bury herself among the bed rolls, commencing a very unenthusiastic pillow fight, which began and ended with a pillow to the head, courtesy of yours-truly.
Morgaine hissed as the green ball bounced off her head. "What ARE you doing?", she growled.
"Have some fun, LeFey. Loosen up!"
"It is bloody midnight, I am filthy, tired, and stuffed to the extreme, we have classes tomorrow, I am going to bed.", declared Morgaine, who promptly retired to said bed, and pulled the curtains shut.
"Nasty temper she has - that LeFey.", Stella commented, shooting a wicked smile at Danielle.
The morning looked to be bright, and Morgaine woke to the brilliant sunlight. Wrenching her bed-curtains open, she rummaged long enough to pull out the school uniform and robe before barricading herself inside the showers.
As the hot water cascaded through her grimy hair, she thought of the day to come. The people to face. There was Harry, and Ron… not to mention Hermione and the inevitable questions that Ginny would pose. Sighing, she rubbed more shampoo into her scalp. There would also be the platinum haired boy - Draco Malfoy. He was quite the Malfoy… to say the least. Morgaine laughed into the water. No Malfoy could stand in her way. "You've got another thing coming at you!", she hissed, now applying generous amounts of conditioning. But the nagging question still resided in the back of her head. Why WAS she in Slytherin?
Half an hour later, she emerged, fully scrubbed, hair respectably dried and done in a high pony-tail. Her eyes, she had done heavily with kohl - it was not so much that she needed it, her eyes were quite dark enough; but those who knew her also knew her trademark eyes. Stella sneered when she came out, dressed crisp and clean.
"My, my, don't we look smart.", she said.
"I couldn't say the same to you.", Morgaine shot back, looking Stella up and down. The girl was decidedly pretty, her hair a nice honey tone, and her eyes a crystal blue. But it was a cheap look about her. "You might want to put some clothes on,", Morgaine continued, "it wouldn't do well letting the teachers see you in that.", she pointed out. Stella scowled and stalked past her into the bathroom, scantily clad in what… looked to be lingerie of some sort.
"Now, now, LeFey,", said Danielle, "don't want to anger that one. A bitch in heat will do almost anything.", she whispered, winking. Morgaine smirked and hitched her bag to her shoulders.
"Oh, I quiver with FEAR.", replied Morgaine. "See you down at breakfast.", she said, descending the long staircase.
The common room was unusually busy for the first morning back at school. Students from different years bustled about the fire place, some lounging in the giant loveseats near the flames. Morgaine offered them a look of disdain, before exiting through the giant stone archway that marked the Slytherin common room. The hallways were still quiet at seven thirty in the morning, but she figured it was due to the fact that they were buried several damnable miles below the school. Bloody dungeons, she thought, climbing long sets of stairs to the Great Hall.
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I have to tell you, those steps give anyone the daily workout that they need. It's much like climbing a short Mount Everest. But moving on…
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Morgaine stepped into the Great Hall noting that there was hardly a peer in sight. The Gryffindor table seated Hermione, but no one else. Hermione looked up and flashed her a brief smile before returning to her book. Morgaine winced at the look, letting her gaze travel. Interestingly enough, at the Slytherin table sat none other than Draco Malfoy. She felt the smirk return to her face as she approached him.
"Early riser, are we now?", she said, glaring down at the young Malfoy.
"And exactly what do you want?", he sneered.
"A chat. Come, come, we're all of the same house, quite a big, happy family. Let's do this properly. I'm Morgaine LeFey."
"Well then! I'm Draco Malfoy. That there is the mudblood Granger, the greasy haired teacher up there happens to be Professor Snape, and the two lugnuts at the entrance are Crabbe and Goyle. Now that we're properly acquainted, do me the greatest honour of FUCKING OFF, as I finish my breakfast.", he snapped. Morgaine eyed him with distaste.
"I see.", she hissed under her breath and walked to the far end of the table where she plopped down and dug ferociously into her eggs.
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In our later years at Hogwarts, Draco would become the closest thing to a friend I would have. He's quite the character, he broke and healed me. Thinking back, he began my Ice Age. The time where I did not feel at all. I was convinced that after 911 years of "pain" as Gaia so eloquently put it, I had finally graduated from the department of emotions. This would mark the beginning of my Ice Age… unfortunately, it would come crashing down.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It seemed that the days grew longer as the school year progressed through winter and poured into spring. Morgaine, having kept her normal disposition of "detachedness", took advantage of her waning social life to focus on her schoolwork. The material was quite easily child's play to her. Within the first two weeks of school, the entire year's work had been completed, and Morgaine had begun some research on her own.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She had left the Halloween ball, discontent to watch fellow school mates grope the girl/boy that they would be seeing the next morning. How positively degrading, was her opinion, as she stalked out the Great Hall doors.
The night was still young, and the last thing Morgaine wanted to do was retreat to her dungeon dorm room - that was even more degrading. So, she removed her school robes, banishing them to the Slytherin common room, and began in earnest to explore the castle. Sure, her lessons were situated all over the place, but Hogwarts was just so damnably big that you'd be bound to find something new. After a brief moment of hesitation, headed up the staircase on the right.
The corridors were dimly lit with torches, and the suits of armoured glared at her, needless to say, she glared right back and walked haughtily on her way. Just as she was turning the corridor, a great gust of what looked to be… burgundy robes flew by her and down the adjacent hallway. The owner of the one of the robes, whom she recognized by the shocking red hair, happened to be Ronald Weasley, followed by Hermione Granger, lead by none other than Harry Potter. Curiosity completely piqued, she began trailing them.
The trio stopped abruptly in front of the wall:
"THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED. ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE."
Morgaine's eyes widened in surprised as she read this out loud. The trio rounded on her, taking in her black hair, now wild from running, the absence of her school robes, and the complete black that she chose to wear.
"You!", hissed Ron, advancing on her. Surprisingly, she didn't move. Morgaine just stood there, eyes wide open.
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CUT! Why didn't I move? Eh? You'd think I had some sense, there I was staring at these lovely silver words with a cat dangling below it, not moving. Even the redhead had the sense to do something, but no, I didn't move. Well, here's why.
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Completely bewildered by the fact that no one else could see what she saw, Morgaine stood still as a statue. Before her, the green robed figure of a tall, dark looking man rose. His gaze travelled from one student to the next, finally resting on her.
"You!", it hissed, and somewhere, Morgaine heard Ron as well, but she was mesmerized. The man cackled. "The little LeFey twin, come back to haunt me? Ah, but no, you didn't come back, did you. You were always there. Well, welcome to my school. I must say it disappoints me that you are a pureblood, or I could take sweet, sweet revenge in killing you. Ah, but what is there, is there. I'll take something else of yours then. What do you mortals call it now… innocence?", Salazaar Slytherin shrieked with laughter, and taking a wonderfully black sword, drove it clean through Morgaine's chest. "Ah, look at the little girl. Crumbling to the ground. You say hello to that ghastly sister of yours for me, will you? Bye bye little LeFey.", he said, smiling, and vanished.
"Morgaine!", yelled Harry, watching her clasp a hand to her chest, and fall to the ground.
There were students around them now, some gasping at the message on the wall, others gawking at the very stiff, horrid Mrs. Norris, hanging below the words. Morgaine could neither hear nor see any of them. The black sword had burned a chasm in her heart, and she felt a sure bit of it ripped out the moment Salazaar disappeared.
"POTTER! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER!!!!!!!!", screamed a distraught Draco, pushing his way through the crowd, platinum hair flying.
"I didn't do anything!"
"No one could have done this to a LeFey.", he said, pausing, "YOU!", he snarled launching himself at Harry, and almost immediately finding himself being pulled away. "LET ME AT HIM! LET ME AT HIM!", he shrieked.
"Stop it this instant Mr. Malfoy, you are behaving like a juvenile delinquent!", hissed Snape. Draco ripped himself from Snape's grasp, glaring dangerously at Harry.
"You watch your back Potter. You and your little group. No one touches blood as pure as hers without paying!", he whispered, though it was heard quite clearly in the deadly silence. Turning away from, Draco scooped Morgaine's limp body up and proceeded down the corridor. "Enemies of the heir beware! You'll be next mudbloods!", he shot back at the crowd.
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Madame Pomfrey jumped as the Infirmary door swung opened and an angry Draco with eyes blazing stormed in carrying Morgaine LeFey.
"Help her!", he snarled at the healer.
"Well now, young Malfoy. Really, do not speak to me with that attitude!", fumed Madame Pomfrey, before laying eyes on the unconscious Morgaine. "Lay her down there.", she commanded, nodding at a hospital bed.
Draco was all but thrown out when the healing process started, having been given the message that he could visit in "several hours, or even better, not at all.", quote unquote. He sneered at Madame Pomfrey, and a curt bow later, exited the Infirmary.
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When Morgaine woke up, she distinctively felt a hole somewhere, but she couldn't quite place it. She knew that Salazaar Slytherin had stabbed her through the heart, but it wasn't there that she felt it. No, she realized with great dismay that her 11 year old mind that she had carried with her through 911 years had become clouded with images and thoughts too brutal, perverse, or violent for just 11 years. Her eyes blinked several times, trying to clear her head, but the images seemed lodged there.
"Good afternoon.", said a voice from beside her. Turning painfully she saw… Draco Malfoy.
"You!", she hissed.
"Me."
"What are you doing here?!"
"Oh, that's very nice to say to the boy who carried you away from the onslaught of students and lugged your great hulking body into the Infirmary.", he drawled.
"Get this Malfoy, you hate me. I hate you. Get out of my sight.", she snarled, struggling to aim a blow at his blonde head.
"No."
"No?"
"No."
"NOT THIS AGAIN!"
"No, I do not hate you."
"Ah, so you just take pride in being the resident jackass, eh? I see. Well, I make a point of not conversing with said type of jackass, so if you please."
"No.", he said again, causing Morgaine to all but explode from the bed. "Lie down!", he hissed, pushing her back in the blankets. "Let me get this straight, LeFey. Whatever you define as 'hate' comes nothing near to my definition, so be grateful that I helped you up here and never insult me again.", he snarled. "I'll see you after classes then.", he said formally, performing his little bow, and left Morgaine fuming in the Infirmary.
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That would become the beginning of Draco and me's rather… complex relationship. When he visited me later that evening, he came with a stack of my school work, telling me that he didn't care whether or not I had learnt the stuff, I would have to practice more.
He stayed with me until around nine, and we had a lovely conversation that could be viewed either as a turbulent exchange of insults, or really just me insulting him, or you could simply say I was "growing". Salazaar Slytherin had not only deprived me of my innocence, he deprived me of my curse. I began to grow.
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"Well then, LeFey. If you're quite finished wounding my pride, Madame Pomfrey will be looking into chucking me out of this Merlin-forsaken Infirmary any moment, so I wish you a good night. Eat, sleep, work, do your thing, Dumbledore wants you back at school tomorrow.", he said, walking to the door. "Oh, and LeFey, do loosen up. The nasty temper of yours can't be good for the health. Bad for the karma as well.", he added, smirking.
"It's 'Morgaine' jackass. Now get out.", she shot at him. He gave her a curt bow, and closed the Infirmary door. Morgaine sat there, looking long at the door. She was beginning to cotton on to this Draco Malfoy. He played an interesting game. Chuckling, Morgaine nestled down amongst her pillows, and closed her eyes, just as the Infirmary door opened again. Morgaine looked up and uttered a cry of dismay.
"You!"
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Author's Note: A bit of a cliffy, not too bad though. So… some notes. #1... The way I described Stella as being extraordinarily blonde and blue-eyed… I have to say, I AM NOT PREJUDICED AGAINT PEOPLE WITH BLONDE HAIR OR BLUE EYES WHATSOEVER!!! Please do not be offended by the material, it just seemed to fit perfectly at the time.
About Draco's little "bowing" scheme… have you ever seen Jonny Depp do his little bow with his hands clasped like in prayer? Well, that's what I'm trying to get at.
Please review. Thank you once more to Geminia for her advice. Really much appreciated!