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Remember, it's not NC-17 in this chapter. That comes in a couple of chapters' time.
Chapter 4: A Gift?"I still don't understand how you could have done this in potions." The medi-witch stated holding her wrist up in her hands examining it closely.
"I told you Madam Pompfry, I tripped over." Morgana lied. The way Morgana saw it, if she didn't tell on Snape then he might not tell Dumbledore about what she had said to him during the class. As much as he had deserved everything she had told him, he is a Professor and she shouldn't have spoken to a teacher in that manner. Never before in her life had she even raised her voice above a whisper to a teacher, let alone yell at them and say such vicious words.
"Moggy! Are you OK?" Ron shouted as he ran into the hospital wing followed closely by Harry. Both had worried looks on their faces.
Hermione came in a second later yelling,
"It's alright Morgana, I've got the homework for you!"
"Hermione!" Both boys groaned.
"So what happened to you?" Harry asked, "Malfoy laughed and said Snape had killed you and that your corpse was being sent here."
"Of course we didn't believe him," Ron continued, "but then Snape had this look on his face when he came back without you… it was kind of a smile. Then we knew something had to be wrong."
"I um… tripped over and landed on my wrist." Morgana explained carefully. If her friends knew the truth they would go straight to Dumbledore.
Just then, as if by magic, Dumbledore and Professor Snape walked through the door.
Ron and Harry gave their potions teacher the evil eye and then smiled sweetly at their headmaster.
"Now, now there is no need for this hostility." Dumbledore spoke calmly, "But there has been a serious matter brought to my attention. I wish to talk to Morgana Alone."
"Miss Blackwater…" Snape corrected the headmaster.
"Severus, you know I don't like the formalities of surnames. And if you don't mind staying behind for this matter involves you as well. Poppy if you could, kindly please escort these students into the hallway and wait for me there. That would be greatly appreciated."
When they were alone, they turned back to face Morgana. At this she began to get quite nervous. Were they going to expel her?
"How are you feeling my dear?" Dumbledore asked her kindly.
"Ok." She whispered in reply.
"Yes, yes. Broken bones are one of Poppy's skills that seem most in demand. Now, Severus tells me you had a little incident in class today."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. It just happened." She explained meekly.
"Well that's the way it usually comes about my Dear. But not to worry, now that we are aware we can set about teaching you how to control it."
'Control it?' Morgana thought to herself, 'Control what?'
"Severus has been so kind as to offer his services in the tuition of your gift. I'm afraid he is the only one who has knowledge on this subject."
Now Morgana was really confused. 'Gift?' she thought, 'What were they talking about?' A blank look of confusion must have shown on her face because Dumbledore turned questioningly to Snape.
"Severus?"
"During your little… performance," his lip curled on this word, "I realized, Miss Blackwater, that you are more like your mother than you thought."
Anger began to rise in her. 'How dare he mention he mother yet again. Was he playing with her in front of Dumbledore?'
"You will calm yourself!" he ordered defiantly.
"What Severus is trying to say, my child," the headmaster took over gently. "Is that when your mother was a student here, she gained a very unusual and dangerous talent. One that you now possess, have you ever heard of Telepathy?"
"Telepathy?" She questioned silently, "What's that?"
"Ah," Dumbledore sighed, "The ability to read ones mind."
*Authors note: Don't stress folks! This Telepathy thing isn't a major part of the story. She barely ever uses it! It just makes the next few chapters fall right into place nicely.
My co-writer 'Arramous' will be making her appearance soon and it's going to be good.
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