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Chapter 12: Multicoloured

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"Let's go visit Hagrid during our free period?" Ron said quietly.

"Ok, we haven't had time to visit him lately." Harry answered.

Morgana nodded.

"I just need to finish this first."

"What is it?" Harry asked curiously, trying to see what she was writing down.

"Oh nothing. Just an extra curriculum potions experiment."

"Bloody school work. Don't you ever think of anything else?" Ron complained more loudly. That was until he caught a filthy look from the librarian Madam Pince. "Yeah yeah, he muttered to himself in reply.

"Ok… ready."

Knock, Knock.

"Hang on… Be right ther'," Suddenly the door opened and Hagrid stood there looking rather flustered.

"What's the matter Hagrid?" Harry asked concerned.

"Nufin'. Just been talkin'." Someone pushed passed the giant with a smile on her face.

"Gisselle?" Harry said confused.

"Harry? Morgs?" she paused as she walked towards Ron and gently ran a finger down his chin. "Oooh … and Ronny. What a pleasure bumping into you here." She paused once more before continuing. "See you later Hagrid."

With the door shut behind them Hagrid spoke again in his rough loud voice.

"Watch out for that one, she's close to that Professor Snape she is. One for getting' into trouble she is, that's why she left 'ogwarts she did. Terrible chaos she caused with them house elves."

"Elves? Hagrid, what did she do?"

"Drugged em all she did, asleep for a week. Nufin' we could do about it. Then what she did to the great Hall! Didn't think that could be done. Thought that would be the end of her I did."

"What did she do?" All three students yelled.

"Cursed it she did. Any student that walked through that door got their clothes shrunk." At this Hagrid's face turned a bright shade of red. "An' everyone's hair turned multicoloured. Terrible mess, Dumbledore even had trouble cleaning that one up. Even though he thought it was kinda funny. Think that's the only reason he didn't expel her. But when she got those poor Hufflepuff's… oh dear. That was it for her. Dumbledore managed to transfer her to Beauxbatons though. Awful nice of him I thought."

"What happened to the Hufflepuffs?" Ron asked, looking a little bit scared as to what the answer may be.

"Poor little tykes. She stole their entry portrait. It locked half of them in and half of the out. Took a full day to find a replacement and unlock the door. Never did find that portrait until…" Hagrid looked over at a painting sitting in the corner of a very angry King Henry VIII.

"What's that?" Harry questioned.

"That? Why… that's the portrait."

Ron looked very impressed before saying "Cool!"

"I haven't seen that in seven years I haven't. She jus' bought it back then. That's what she was doin' here. don't know why she bought it to me though. Never did understand that girl."

There was a loud Knock on the door and it opened. Dumbledore was standing there with an amused look on his face.

"I believe you have something for me Rubeus?"

"It wasn't me. That girl has started again." Hagrid cried.

"It's alright Rubeus. I know it wasn't you. Think of it this way, she brings a little humour to Hogwarts in these dark times of ours."

"Your too soft on that girl Professor Dumbledore sir. She'll go runnin' a muck as usual."

"I think it's a bit late for that." The headmaster said whilst making his way over to the angry portrait standing in the corner.

"Ah…King Henry, how have you been?"

Detention. Really it was supposed to be a lesson in telepathy but is was still detention. Morgana sat there and pretended not to notice Snape looking at her.

What was she thinking? Why was he playing this game with her and why was she so compelled to play along? She didn't love him. She knew he didn't love her.

A deep nagging feeling surfaced whispering an answer in her ear. Intimacy. She wanted intimacy. No, she needed it. For years Morgana has been without any form of intimacy. From her mother kissing her goodnight, her supposed father hugging her when she needed his strength, to her brother being just in the next room when she needed his comfort and support. She had none of these now and she needed a substitute. He was her substitute, and she his. She hated herself for thinking like this but she knew it was true.

A prickling sensation stung her eyes but she would not let her tears fall. Morgana never let herself cry and she didn't plan on starting now. She didn't know why she did it. Part of her hinted it was a self-destructive instinct, but she abruptly stood up and slammed her book down on the table. Snape looked at her narrowing his eyes suspiciously. She hated herself and she wanted herself to suffer more. That's what it had to be.

Morgana walked over to his desk cursing herself to stop but her body would not heed sound advice. Just before she reached him she turned and cast a good locking charm on the door.

"If you wish to do something to me, do it now." It was spoken through her teeth and she instantly knew it sounded stupid.

Snape sat back in his chair and bought his hands to a steeple in front of him… contemplating.

"And what, pray tell…" his voice cold and menacing sent chills through her. "Do you expect me to do to you?"

"I honestly don't care… Professor. Work that one out yourself." His cool calmness made her want to hit him, but she didn't.

"I highly doubt you're in the position to offer suck cheek Miss Blackwater. Five points from Gryffindor." That was it. That was the final straw. Without even realising she did so, Morgana stretched out her arm and slapped him as hard as she could across his face. A bright red mark graced his cheek evident against his deathly pale skin. No surprise showed in his face though, no shock. Just anger. He slowly stood before her.

"I believe I taught you a lesson in fear and respect already Blackwater. You obviously weren't paying much attention."

Morgana took a small step backwards before answering. Again that self-destructive urge took over her better thoughts of making a run for it.

"Obviously, Sir, the lesson wasn't taught effectively enough!" Oh God. What was she doing to herself? Talking like this was almost as good as writing a damn suicide note because it was going to get herself killed.

She looked up at him, trying to decide what to do. His hair fell in front of his left eye but his right still glared daggers. Pure black, boring into her very being. His hand slowly lifted itself to her neck where it tightly reigned, the other gripped hard into her shoulder. Morgana, in the heat of her anger, pushed her arms forward and began to fiddle naively with his belt buckle. This simple action caused the grip around her throat to tighten intensely making it very hard to breathe. Still she continued.

His hand dropped from her shoulder and ventured without permission between her thighs. Morgana closed her eyes. Such warmth, such a strange feeling having his hand there was. With one quick fluid movement he had grabbed her knickers and pulled them down before forcing her to step out of them. His free hand then went expertly to the buttons on her blouse undoing several in a matter of seconds, exposing the soft skin beneath.

'I can't believe this is happening again.' She thought to herself as a tiny smile graced her lips.

Rattle, rattle.

"Shit!" Snape swore under his breath and removing his hands. Morgana swiftly bent and snatched her knickers from the ground before moving away from her teacher.

Suddenly there was a flash of light and the door swung open forcefully.

"Severus." Gisselle stood in the doorway with her arms crossed angrily across her chest. "You asshole."

"How dare you!"

"How dare I? You rude, arrogant, bastard! You have no right to stick your overly large nose in my business. You lost that right a long time ago!"

"Are you her father?" Morgana cried whilst re-doing her shirt buttons that had mysteriously come undone.

"No I'm not her father, but her father would be ashamed to see what she has become." He spat, straightening his robes.

"I only became what you taught me to be Severus!"

"No, you became what Lucius Malfoy taught you to be! I never taught you to turn your back on your family."

"Well if you didn't teach me then who did? Lucius, unlike you, 'was' there for me for every aspect of my life. While the first thing I ever remember of you was you turning your back on my mother when she needed you most, even though you could have prevented her death. So, in turn, I turned my back on you!"

"I loved your mother and she knew that! You will never know all the circumstances of her death, my ear!"

"Then tell me DEAR!" she yelled.

"It was her dying wish that you never know the whole truth of that night. Unlike you, I will honour your mothers' memory. She knew when she asked that I could not help her. If I had of, you would not be here now!"

"No! I would be with my mother!"

"That is where your wrong. If I had of helped your mother that night then you would be dead and your mother a lost soul in Azkaban." Snape looked around at Gisselle and Morgana before turning and storming out of the room leaving nothing but silence.

Morgana made a move for her bag while Gisselle still stood there stunned. As Morgana took a step towards the door it seemed to suddenly snap Gisselle out of her trance. She turned slowly a confused look on her face.

"Hang on." She calmly paused, obviously thinking. "What were you doing with my Uncle?"

Morgana stiffened and turned to her new friend.

"I…I…"

"You do know he's married don't you?" she said with an extremely bitchy tone.

Morgana's world began to spin as it sunk in…

"Married?" she said quietly to herself. A sudden sick feeling rushed through her and she gripped her stomach.

"Yes. I'm afraid so." Gisselle added, putting the cherry on

the cake.

Tears welled up in Morgana's eyes and she ran out of the room crying.

"What have I gone and done?!"

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