Midnight Marauder
By:Rose
Chapter 1
Making New Faces in New Places
Everybody sat around the table nervously as Morgan and Remus talked privately in the livingroom. In this time Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Bill had joined them at the table anxiously at the table. A couple minutes later Remus led Morgan back into the kitchen. They both sat down and everybody stared at them waiting for an explanation. Remus spoke first,
"Morgan is my twin sisters daughter." was all the explanation he offered.
"You had a twin sister!" Was the all around answer except for Ron's mom who did not seemed surprised at all.
"Yes," He answered quietly, "Pandora, she committed suicide last year when her husband disappeared." he answered.
Morgan quietly choked back tears at the mention of her mother.
"But her husband wasn't Morgan's real father…" He mumbled and turned to look at Morgan.
"Sirius Black was my biological father." She said in her quiet voice.
There was a gasp and Harry sat back hard in his chair. This girl Dumbledore had left for him to care for was his God sister. He stared at her, she looked nothing like him, except she had the same eyes. Not the color or anything but what was behind them the same knowing and sad look that Sirius had, had. He realized why though, in a couple years this girl had lost all of her relations except her uncle. It looked though they hadn't seen each other in years though.
"Why did you never mention her Remus?" Bill asked.
"We argued back when she got married, because I did not approve in who she was marrying and we did not speak to each other after that." Remus said.
He looked over at Mrs. Weasley who sighed. There was something they weren't telling them Harry looked at Remus intently, something about Morgan's mother. Who was her husband? This man Remus did not approve of.
"Would anybody like some tea?" Mrs. Weasley asked us.
A couple people raised there hands slightly and Mrs. Weasley got up to go make tea. Hermione finally spoke up,
"You were in our school with us?" She asked.
"Yes…" Morgan answered.
Harry could not get over her voice, it was weird the way she spoke, so quiet you felt like you shouldn't be able to hear her yet somehow you heard her clearly. And so gentle like she was afraid she might brake something with her voice.
"What house where you in?" Hermione asked.
"I was in Gryffindor like you." She said.
"I don't remember you at all." Hermione frowned.
"Not many people would I was always in the corner, no body really noticed me ever." She said.
"Do you mean to say you went though 6 years of school without friends?" Ron asked.
She looked down at the table suddenly interested in the spoon near her.
"Yes…" She mumbled.
"Oh my god that is horrible, why didn't you make any friends." Hermione looked horrified.
"Nobody really saw me and those who did thought I was strange or that something was wrong with me." She mumbled.
Hermione jumped up and ran around the table and hugged her Morgan looked thrown aback by this. Mrs. Weasley came back with the tea, a while later after everybody had finished there tea Mrs. Weasley suggested that everybody go to bed.
The next day was all about helping Bill and Fleur with there new house they had built on the same property as the Burrow. Bill had asked to stay working at the Gringotts in Diagon Ally instead so they could live closer to his family now that he was settling down, and since there was no room in the burrow for them to live they built a new house next to the burrow. It was a small house but its not like they needed a lot of space, plus they came over for basically every meal. Harry was now living at the burrow also, Ron and him shared a room. Hermione was basically living there now too, she did go to her parents ever so often now that she had her apparating license. Hermione and Ginny shared a room, but Morgan was now sharing that room with them to. Charlie was back home and was in Percy's room. Fred and George were in there old room since they were visiting home for a while. The house was packed, Remus and Tonks came over all the time as well so the place was completely packed full of people. Harry knocked on the girls bedroom door, for Morgan. The door opened and Hermione looked tiredly at Harry,
"Harry?" She asked.
"I wanted to speak with Morgan." He said.
Morgan came to the door. She was wearing one of Hermione's outfits, her hair was down and it was unbelievably long. It was down to her mid calf.
"Hermione said that Mrs. Weasley would cut it for me if I asked her too." She mumbled.
"Um yeah probably, you wanna go on a walk or something?" He asked.
"I would like that yes." She said and slipped past Hermione.
After assuring Mrs. Weasley that they would be right back, they just needed to stretch there legs Harry led Morgan out of the house. He led her to a forest path past on the other side of their makeshift quidditch field. As they walked along this path Harry began to speak,
"So Morgan, Dumbledore left you to me." Harry frowned when Morgan didn't look any different, "Do you know why he left you to me and not your uncle?" Harry asked her.
She stopped and turned to him,
"Yes I do." She said without any indication that she was going to elaborate on that.
"Are you going to tell me?" He asked her after a minute of silence.
"If you wish." She said.
"I do yes." He answered.
"Dumbledore wished me to use my gifts to help you to find the Horcuxes." She said.
Harry stopped suddenly and looked at her shocked.
"What do you know about them?" He demanded.
"I know many things about them, I have many special abilities which make me able to know things I probably shouldn't." She said.
She walked such a laid back quiet walk you couldn't even hear her walking. That's when he noticed she wasn't wearing any shoes, he was about to say something but she cut him off,
"I prefer to walk without shoes." She mumbled.
His mouth gaped open, it was like yesterday when she had answered before he asked he had thought it was because she seen him looking, but this was too odd and she had mentioned something about her having gifts.
"What kind of gifts do you have?" He asked.
She sat down on the ground and he sat down with her.
"I got my abilities from my mother who started to have them in her second year," She began, "I have the ability to basically use magic without a wand and much, much more powerful magic then most wizards even know about without even blinking an eye." She explained.
"Bloody Hell…" Harry mumbled.
"What I think Dumbledore really wanted to me help with was when I touch things I can see things that have happened with that item or been done around them, I can even do it with people." She said.
"So basically…"
"If I touched your scar I could tell you exactly what happened the night your parents were murdered. If I touched your hand arm or any other part of you I could see basically everything important that has happened with that part of you or just a key moment you associate that with…sometime I even see the future instead of the past." She mumbled.
"I was kept in Mungo's to protect me from my father giving me over to Voldemort." She said.
"So your father was a death eater?" He asked.
"Is a death eater." She corrected.
"Who is he?" Harry asked.
"Not important." She brushed it off, "Which ones have you already found?" She asked.
"There are only four left," Was his answer as he clutched the locket in his pocket tightly.
"Yes I know this." She said.
He guessed she must have decided to drop the subject till a different time because she stood.
"I believe we should return now." She said and began to walk back the way they came.
He jumped up and followed her.
"So when Hermione hugged you did you see something?" He asked.
"Yes of course I did I have no control of that ability." She answered.
"What did you see?" He asked.
"I do not have her permission to tell you so I will not." She answered.
Pretty soon they were back at the burrow, where they found Ron and Hermione laughing as they were caring Fleur's luggage and box's of stuff that Gabrielle had brought with her when she had come over apparently a couple minutes earlier, over to the new house. Harry forgot about Morgan momentarily and rushed over to help them with the boxes which Hermione was about to drop. Morgan went over and took a box from Ron who smiled gratefully,
"Thanks I was about to drop them all in a second."
"It was no problem, I enjoy helping others." Was all she said.
Before all the sudden all of the boxes in Harry, Hermione, and Ron went floating up into the air. They stared stunned when they saw she had no wand in her hand or anywhere. The boxes followed her like obedient pets and she quietly glided towards the new house. All the other boxes and luggage items on the front lawn and in the arms of Charlie, Mr. Weasley, Tonks, and Remus floated away too and they all stared in awe at her. She disappeared into Bill and Fleur's home and everybody seemed to come back to life and run after her. The boxes were neatly piled, the luggage to and Morgan sat there on a box like she had been waiting a couple minutes for them. Fleur walked at that moment and smiled happily,
"Oh zeis iez great! Zank yous very much!" She jumped up and down a bit.
Bill came in the room,
"Oh thanks guys this is awesome!" He basically translated for Fleur without meaning to.
Everybody pointed to Morgan.
"She basically did it all." Ron said still gawking.
"ok…" Bill said clueless.
Fleur was next to Morgan in a second and kissed her cheek.
"Zank you!" She was out of the room in another second.
A couple minutes later when they all sat down to lunch Ron told everybody what Morgan had done to those who had not been there. Morgan raised her hands slightly looking embarrassed,
"It was nothing like the grandeur you describe Ron,"
"Are you kidding! You don't need a wand to do magic that is so cool!" Charlie exclaimed.
Morgan blushed and looked away from Charlie who was smiling broadly at her.
"Don't overwhelm the poor dear Charlie!" Mrs. Weasley scolded and put a plate down in front of Morgan.
They ate lunch laughing and joking though Harry and Morgan both stayed quiet. Morgan because it seemed she was naturally a quiet girl and Harry because he was busy studying her. He could understand why people would think her odd, she already put off the impression she was a loner, but the way held herself was different and hard to explain, like at any moment she was ready to jump up and fight. She also was always watching her surroundings, her grey eyes skimmed the table and she seemed to be listening to every sound quite intently at the same time. He skimmed the table to and was surprised to see that he was not the only one who was studying his charge. Charlie was watching her too, Remus, Bill and Mrs. Weasley seemed to be watching her out of the corner of there eyes as well. There had to be something that they were not telling him but had privilege Bill and Charlie too. After all the younger people seemed to want to go outside and laze in the sun so flopping down in the grass Harry talked to his friends while Charlie and Mrs. Weasley had volunteered to take care of Morgan while he relaxed. Harry noticed that a half an hour later that Charlie had come out of the house with Morgan her hair now only to the middle of her back. They seemed to be heading to the quidditch field, probably to take a walk he wasn't worried he trusted Ron's older brother.
Morgan followed Charlie onto the field.
"So Morgan is your name, we were never fully introduced." He said.
"I am Charlie Weasley." He said.
"I am Morgana Faye Prince." She smiled.
"Morgana is your full name then?" He asked.
"Yes my mother decided since she was named after a great witch she wanted me to be as well. So she named me after Morgan Le Faye." Morgan explained something close to a smile seemed to glaze over her face and she seemed distant for a second.
She looked at him directly for the first time. She suddenly smiled and Charlie was blown back by how beautiful she suddenly looked when she smiled.
"You are a very kind person Charlie." She said.
She sat down on the ground suddenly and Charlie sat down too almost in a daze.
She took his hand suddenly as if she had noticed something.
"I can heal this…" She said.
"Oh no it is not that easy they are magical wounds done by dragons, they can't ever be healed." He said.
"I can heal them," she smiled slightly at him.
She ran her fingers gently over the blisters and calluses on his hand and they suddenly seemed to fall all off and his hand was good as new. He looked at her stunned,
"How did you do that?" He asked.
"I am special." She said. She moved her hands up his arm to the shiny burn and placed her whole hand on it and shut her eyes concentrating almost a silvery light seemed to emanate for a second and then she opened her eyes and smiled when she looked at his arm. He looked down and stared at his arm, the burn was completely gone, the only notice that it had ever been there was that it was a round patch of arm that did not have red hair on it. He jumped up,
"That is amazing!" He picked her up and swung her around. "DO you have any idea!" He didn't even finish but swung her around once more and without even thinking kissed her and put her down grabbing her wrist pulling her towards Bills house. She was blushing immensely but he was to excited to notice.
"Bill! Bill!" He pounded on the side of the door since the door was open but the screen was closed. Hearing the commotion Harry jumped up right away Ron and Hermione quick to follow only to find Charlie excitedly pounding on the side of Bills door, he was holding a very pink Morgan by the wrist. Bill came to the door and was surprised to find his brother acting like this,
"Bloody Hell Charlie what is going on?" He asked.
"She can heal you, look at my arm!" He turned and showed his brother his arm.
Charlie who had seemed to betaking an after lunch nap failed to see.
"What?" He asked.
"My scar its gone she healed my arm!"
Bill studied his arm closer before his jaw dropped open.
A little bit later everybody was in the burrow's living room with Bill laying on the couch and Morgan sitting in a chair moved right next to his head. They sat nervously watching her,
"This will hurt a little bit, but don't be alarmed," She warned.
She placed both hand on his face covering it almost completely with her small hands… somehow. She closed her eyes and suddenly the same light appeared, but this time much brighter than for Charlie's. Bill groaned in pain slightly, Morgan shuddered as though she were living through what had happened to Bill. Only Harry seemed to think this was a distinct possibility. After twenty minutes or so Morgan fell back in her chair the whole room took in a deep breath as her hands slipped away and suddenly Bill they way he had been before Fenrir had, had his go at him was sitting there. The whole room gasped and Fleur fainted, Bill felt his face,
"Bloody Hell…" He mumbled to himself.
Mrs. Weasley burst into tears and threw herself at her son she was so happy. Both Remus and Charlie checked on Morgan.
"She's passed out!" Charlie said.
Ginny and Gabrielle were trying to revive Fleur. Charlie picked Morgan up and Hermione rushed ahead of him to help him get her into bed. She woke up half way up the stairs,
"Did I do it?" She asked in a cracked voice.
"Yes you did, it was amazing Morgan!" Hermione said excitedly flinging open the bedroom door. Charlie laid her down on her bed and let Hermione hurry back down stairs,
"Are you ok Morgan?" He asked.
"I am fine, I am so glad it worked." She smiled up at him.
"Is there anything you need?" He asked,
"I could go for some water."
He immediately pulled out his wand and flicked it a glass popped up in the air a second flick and I water filled the glass, he handed it to her. Remus came in,
"You ok Morgan?" he asked.
She sat up and looked at her uncle,
"I am fine uncle." She said calmly.
She finished her glass of water and put it down on the night stand.
"I can return downstairs now, I am perfectly fine I swear." Charlie helped her get up.
She stumbled at first then went back to the way she glided when she walked. Remus and Charlie helped her down the steps and when she got back into the living room suddenly a multitude of people were suddenly hugging her thanking her and sobbing. Morgan seemed a little over whelmed at first but it also seemed to make her a little happier to know people weren't scared by this power.
After dinner where people were still doting over bill Morgan decided to take a walk and since Harry was busy with some work that Hermione, Ron and him were working on Charlie once again volunteered to go with her. Mrs. Weasley was not happy that she wanted to go walking so close to dark, but since Charlie with her she let them go. Though Harry suspected that Morgan would probably do a better job at protecting them then Charlie would.
"I am sorry about earlier." Charlie mumbled as he sat down in the same spot as earlier.
"Hm?" She looked questioningly at him.
"When I snogged you,"
Her cheeks turned instantly a shade of tickle me pink.
"That is ok you were excited I understand."
Charlie tore up some grass in the awkward silence that followed.
"So you work in Romania with Dragons?" She asked.
"Yes, people always tell me I should have gone for quidditch as a career instead though." He said, "But I love working with Dragons…" He suddenly got a far off look in his eye like he was back in Romania with the Dragons.
She smiled,
"They seem like enjoyable creatures, so passionate and free…" She mumbled.
"Exactly!" Charlie exclaimed.
He stared her in the eyes intensely and she blushed again, but she did not look away. She finally looked away after a while a plucked a wild flower and stroked the petals. After a while Charlie spoke up,
"When did you find out you were Sirius' daughter?" He asked.
"I always knew." was her answer, she briefly looked up when she answered.
"How?" He asked confused.
"I have many other gifts besides healing abilities." She responded not looking up this time for this time she was placing the flower back onto the stem she had taken it from and to his amazement it reattached itself. She petted one of its petals and then looked up at the sky,
"It is getting dark we should return before your mother gets to mad." he said.
He looked around and looked surprised to be where he was.
"Yeah your right."
He led her back to the house.
