Magical Magick

--Dancing With Lightning

A/N: Hiya, all!! How are you? I'm great! So happy, so full of fireworks!!! Sorry, everyone. I just spent the day with people I haven't seen for a year! And it was so good to see them all again!!!

Yayayayay!! Umm... just for future reference, don't get too angry at Hunter after this chapter, because the next one is a rewind of what really happened. It's kinda hard to explain, but just read the next A/N, and it'll explain it all before the next chapter. What do you think of Draco and Hermione? I think it's cute that he's getting all jealous!!! Again, this chapter is extremely short... but the next one will be longer, because it'll explain everything that happens in this chapter in more detail. Oh, and to all my friends from Under Your Spell, I've started writing the sequel. But, it's not going up until I've either finished Magical Magick or Life Is This. Life Is This is almost done, anywayz.

I love you all! And in the chapter after next, I shall thank all reviewers.

--DWL (My name is too long to write, you see?)

Betrayal —Morgan—

"Hey, Morgan!" I turned around to see Hermione racing up to me, her hair flying. She smiled. "Umm... there's a letter here from Hunter for you. It was on my bed. He obviously wanted me to give it to you. Here."

She handed me a letter, and I opened it, reading the letter. But the scrawl looked a little different, and the way he wrote it was strange. 'I'll seeya soon, baby,' and 'I want you to come see me. It's something real special. Come to my office in a few.'

Whatever.

I shrugged. Hunter's been with younger people too much, I thought exasperatedly. Oh well... I smiled a thankyou to Hermione, than headed to my boyfriend's office. I met Professor Dumbledore on the way, and he smiled.

"Morgan! How are you going here?"

I sighed. Hunter would just have to wait. "It's big," I said lamely, making him laugh.

"I know how you feel," he said, shaking his head. "Come up to my office. There is something I need to talk to you about."

"Oh, umm, I really have to go see Hunter," I said quickly, but he put up a hand, cutting me off.

"Please. This is urgent."

I nodded and followed him up to his office, where he offered me a comfortable chair. I sat down, and he sat across his desk from me, resting his elbows on the wood and his chin on his hands.

"Morgan," he began. Then he stopped. "I really don't know how to tell you this. I was hoping I wouldn't have to, but you need to know before you go home, just in case."

I frowned. "What are you getting at, Professor?"

He sighed, scratching his cheek. "Your father, Ciaran..."

"What about him?" I asked, suddenly sitting straighter and feeling alert.

"He has got his magick back. Voldemort and Ciaran worked together for months, and now they've found a way. He has his magick again, Morgan."

My head somehow found its way to hit his desk forcefully. I allowed it to rest there for a moment, letting the throbbing ease before I straightened, looking at him carefully. "Are you sure, Professor?"

"Please call me Albus," he told me pleasantly. Then his face darkened. "Yes. You know Eoife?"

I nodded.

"She wrote to me a day ago, informing me of the news. She's advising you stay here, but you are only here for the Christmas holidays, correct?"

I nodded, incapable of speech.

"Well, they finish in a few days. I want you to be prepared when you go home. Just in case he's waiting there for you."

"Thankyou, Albus." I rubbed my head tiredly and stood up. "That's all, then?"

He nodded solemnly from behind the table.

"Okay... I'm going to go see Hunter."

I left his office, feeling a weight press in on my shoulders. My father was back in power. Great. As if I didn't have enough things to worry about. As I made my way towards Hunter's office, I heard someone cry out. Oh well. Probably some students making out in an abandoned classroom. So, without worrying about anything—oh, unless you count me thinking that Ciaran's going to jump out from anywhere and stab my little heart out—I headed to Hunter's office, to find the door ajar.

I pushed it open, and saw Hunter and Parvarti standing in the middle of the room, their arms around each other, kissing.

Oh, Goddess.

"How could you?!?!" I heard myself yelling at both of them. Hunter pulled away, and looked at me, smiling.

"How could I what?" he asked slyly. "Oh, what? This?" he added innocently. "Well, it's quite easy, love..."

I turned and ran out of the room, running outside and colliding with Draco Malfoy in the darkening gloom. He glared at me.

"Watch it, man."

"Sorry," I murmured, wiping tears from my face. "I didn't see you."

A hand was thrust rudely under my chin, and he pulled my face up to look at him. Then he let go, looking annoyed. "Who died?"

"No one..."

He sighed. "Well look, come with me and we can mope together."

"Together?"

He nodded. "I need someone to talk to, and it looks like you need someone to talk to, also."

I started crying, and he put his arm around my shoulder, leading me down to the lake.

"So," he said softly, handing me a handkerchief. "What happened?"