Morgan's eyes fluttered open. She looked around trying to figure out where she was. She was on a couch in a room she had never seen before. She sat up when she heard somebody grunt in frustration. Harry was sitting at what appeared to be a kitchen table books and papers spread about it in some kind of chaotic organization. She was still wearing the pajama's Hermione had leant her. She assumed since through the window she could see the light fading past the buildings of London that she had slept though the whole day he must have taken her the night before. She had a bit of a headache from sleeping too much. She swung her feet off the couch and onto the floor it was bare wood and her bare feet weren't ready for how cold the floor was. She realized how cold it was in general she hugged herself looking around for a sweater or something the only thing was the blanket she had woken up under. She got up and walked around the couch observing Harry who was hunched over the books and papers pouring over them. His normally wild hair was even more so now, sticking up at odd gravity defying angles. She walked up behind him and touched him lightly on the shoulder. She became worried it was freezing in this place and he was wearing jeans and no shirt no shoes or socks either.
"Harry?"
"What do you want?" He said almost like a reflex as he pulled a book over to him a flipped it open to a page marked by a ribbon and began to read it.
"Aren't you cold?" She asked.
He didn't answer.
She walked around to his left side and kneeled down on the floor and placed her hand on his thigh looking up at him.
"Harry?" She repeated.
He slammed to book closed frustrated.
"What do you want Morgan?" He looked down at her angrily that she was bothering him.
She bit her bottom lip and looked to the side he felt immediately guilty he had lost his patience with her.
"I am sorry for yelling at you I just can't find." he slammed the side of his fist down hard on the cover of the book, "What I am looking for… "He grumbled and stared up at the ceiling.
"I am sorry," She mumbled.
"No it's not your fault…" He grumbled out.
She rested her head lightly on his thigh. He looked down and suddenly realized how submissive she was acting and how much it brought that feeling to the bottom of his stomach threatening to break out. He jumped up and walked away from her. He grabbed his shirt from where it was hanging off one of the chairs and pulled it on. He turned away from facing her where she still sat on the floor almost as if waiting for his permission to stand. He ran his hands though his hair smoothing it back partly then turned back to her,
"Don't you even want to know where you are? Or even why you are here?" He asked her. She stood and rested her hand on the table and gave a sidelong look at the books and took a deep breath and exhaled it.
"Harry you are my guardian whatever decisions you make on where I go and why is your choice not mine. If you want me to know you'll tell me." She said.
"Don't you ever question that?"! He asked.
"I trust you judgment Harry." She answered simply.
She pushed her limp dark brown hair behind her ears.
"Oh you're so aggravating!" He said and let himself fall back into the chair.
"I am sorry… tell me what I did wrong and I won't do it again!" She pleaded.
He turned his head and looked at her.
"Just be yourself Morgan I don't own you!" He said.
She looked down at her feet,
"But you do…" She mumbled.
Harry couldn't answer because she was right. In almost all ways to look at it he basically owned her just the wording was different. She walked slowly and sat down on the end of the couch closet to him.
"Do you want me to turn on the lights?" She spoke up after a minute or two.
"No… thank you though." He said.
He went deep into thought studding her in detail this time, as he had never bothered to before.
She had the limp dark brown hair that was now that he paid attention was much like Sirius' just lighter. Her grey eyes had no hint of blue at all but were just plain grey eyes very close to being silver. She had a small nose that wasn't too pointy or to sharp kind of rounded and small. She had a small mouth and her lips were about the average size. Her eyes were shape like almonds. He face wasn't too round and wasn't too narrow. Her cheek bones were higher giving her a subtle prestige look. She wasn't like Cho drop dead gorgeous, and she wasn't like Ginny who was pretty and then when she was worked up gorgeous as well she had a subtle prettiness that you did not see until you paid attention. Suddenly it occurred to him,
"Is that why you didn't stop me?" He asked.
He silence answered the question for him.
"You should not have let me do that to you." He said.
"What is done is done." She answered calmly.
"I am sorry Morgan I should have had better control of myself," He said.
She did not reply.
After a couple minutes of more silence she spoke again,
"Permit me to ask a question?" She asked.
He didn't even turn to look at her.
"You don't have to ask permission to ask a question Morgan. Or talk for that matter." He replied she took it as a yes.
"The work on the table is it about Horcuxes?" She asked.
He nodded slightly.
"Will we be going after the next one soon?" She asked.
"As soon as I pinpoint the specific place yes." He replied.
"Was my vision not helpful?" She asked.
"It was very helpful it narrowed down where I was searching." He said.
"I am glad; I wish to help as much as I can." She said smiling slightly.
With that small smile her whole face lit up and then you could see how pretty she was. He sighed and leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Then getting up he went into the bedroom and went to his wardrobe and pulled off his jeans and pulled on pajama pants. He then walked over to his bed and flopped down on the right side. He had just begun to drift off when Morgan came into the room and turned off the side table light on the left side and came to the other side and turned the light off on that side and the reached over and pulled Harry's glasses and put them on them on the side table she was about to leave when he shot his arm out and grabbed her wrist. He considered himself lucky he had gotten her wrist since he couldn't really see without his glasses. She yelped in surprise and turned and looked at him or at the least that he could tell she did.
"Stay in here, if the come and try to take you I want to be able hear it and try to stop them." He said.
"Ok…" She said.
He didn't let her wrist go for a minute then he dropped it. He watched the blur of color he knew to be her go to the door and close it half way to divert the light from the kitchen light. Then walked around to the other side and climbed on the bed. She curled up and seemed to almost immediately fall asleep but he could tell she hadn't. He turned his head and looked at her. He could see the light reflecting off her eyes from the small amount getting through the door. He sat up and grabbed the quilt folded at the end of the bed and pulled it up covering her.
"I don't want you freezing to death either." He mumbled and lay back down.
He felt her shift a little bit and then she didn't move again. He lay there thinking for a while staring at the blurry figure silently and motionless lying next to hi.
"Did your mother raise you to be this way?" He asked.
She didn't answer but he could hear her breathing pattern change as if she were going to speak soon.
"Partly, Father was difficult as well." She said.
"You mean Snape?" He asked.
"Mhm, I was raised to be very obedient. Another thing my uncle did not like was the way that Mother treated me when I was a baby. I was told she actually left me at St. Mungo's for 2 weeks before my really father came and got me. She became furious with him and made it illegal for my real father to see me ever again." She said. "Then after James and Lily, your parents died he went to go see my mother not knowing that she had married… Snape… they argued he went after Petigrew and… well…then I couldn't see him even if I had wanted to." She told him.
"You mean you never met Sirius?" He asked.
"…Fath-Snape refused to allow it, until the year he got out of prison the second thing he did was come see me. I knew he was watching me but he never came out into plain site it took me about an hour to figure out it was the dog that was him." She said.
"Did you go and talk to him?" He asked.
"I couldn't I was not allowed to leave my house." She said.
"Why in the world weren't you allowed to leave the house?" He asked.
She didn't answer for a moment.
"I never left my house until I went to school and even then I wasn't allowed to go to Hogsmeade." She said.
"Are you saying that this is the first time you have ever left your house besides school, was when they made you come after your mother died?" He asked stunned.
"Yes…" She answered.
Harry was silent for a long time.
"Was he nice Harry?" She asked.
"Who Sirius?" He asked.
"Yes," She confirmed.
"He was a great guy… he was sad a lot but now I understand why…" Harry told her.
"Oh good, you miss him a lot don't you?" She asked.
Harry turned his head to face the other side of the wall all the talk of Sirius now had his lungs on fire. He didn't answer her. She didn't make him. She put a hand lightly on his arm and rubbed it soothingly.
"I wish I had known him." She said and retracted her arm.
She knew he didn't want to talk anymore so she turned and faced the other way fixing the blanket it. Her breathing did not change so he knew she was still awake.
"I wish you had known him too." He said and closed his eyes grateful when she didn't say anything in return.
The next morning Harry woke slowly. He was warmer and for that grateful he didn't want to get up afraid of the cold. Turned his head slightly looking out the window where sunbeams were escaping around the thick curtains. He was still tired and laid his head back down but in this motion he realized something, He was holding Morgan tightly in his arms. She was still asleep; you couldn't see her face because her hair had fallen all over it. He had been sleeping his chin resting basically on her head she was so close. Her back was tightly pressed against his chest and stomach and he realized this was because he was holding her so she would. He cursed at himself under his breath, he didn't want to wake her up though and he still wanted to go back to sleep.
"Bloody Hell? Why me?" He mumbled under his breath.
He slowly loosened his grip on her. She did something even worse she turned around to face him curling up against him.
"Crap…" He grumbled to himself.
He decided to get up it was easier. Slowly sliding his one arm out from under her he creped away from the bed. She stayed fast asleep; he closed the door to the bedroom and went to the kitchen table where mounds of work were still waiting for him. Rubbing the bridge of his nose he sat down staring at all the work was making his eyes and head hurt. He sneezed; all the dust from the old books must have been affecting him.
An hour or so later (hey whose counting?) Morgan sat up pushing her hair away from her face. Harry was no longer in the bed, or bedroom for that matter. Getting up she walked slowly to the bedroom door then peaked out. Harry was once again at the table reading books and such. Morgan left the room and walked over to the table. She looked at all the books and then picked one up. His head jerked up at her,
"Allow me to help a little…" She mumbled and walked over to a chair sitting down opened the book and began to read.
He looked at her for a moment, and then something occurred to him. Getting up he went his bedroom and got dressed then leaving his bedroom grabbed his jacket and headed to the front door.
"I'll be back." Was all he said before disappearing though the front door and locking it.
4 hours later, Harry returned unlocking the door walked in and locked it again. Morgan was still sitting in the chair reading but she was considerably further along then when he had left. She had read what looked like a quarter of the book already.
"I got you some clothes and a pair of shoes since you don't have any here. You can put them away in the bedroom." He grumbled and taking off his jacket sat down at the table once more immediately starting his work again.
Morgan placed the book on the side table and getting up retrieved the bag and took it to the bedroom, not returning for an hour an a half. When she returned to the living room and connected dining room. She was wearing a (hippie best way to describe it) skirt and a v-necked long sleeved shirt. Her hair was wet and had been braided into two separate braids. She walked over to Harry and hugged him slightly and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thank you Harry." She mumbled and walked back over to the chair and began to read once more.
He didn't answer her but he hadn't ignored she had done it either. He couldn't concentrate on his work now and instead he turned and stared at Morgan who was turning a page in the book. She was sitting on the chair so that both her legs were on the chair as well instead of on the floor. The feeling or something similar edged at the back of his mind. I was as intense as before but it was still strong and it still threatened to control him better then he controlled himself. He tried to go back to reading the book, but his mind refused to pay attention. The feeling edged further and soon he could not ignore it or pretend it wasn't there. He stood quickly; Morgan looked up from the book at the sound of the chair quickly scraping across the floor.
"Is something wrong Harry?" She asked.
Her voice seemed to bring reality a reason back. Though the feeling was still there nagging at him. His stomach felt like it was a trampoline and 20 6 year olds were jumping on it.
"No, just hungry." He said and walked to the little kitchen area.
She got up and followed him, after putting the book down.
"Guess I need to go out again." He grumbled.
'Why?" She asked.
"No food." He answered.
He brushed past her and once again left the apartment.
2 hours later Harry returned.
He appeared to be empty handed but when he went into the kitchen he enlarged the groceries. Morgan came in and began to help him unload all of the groceries from the bags. Putting them where they needed to be.
When they finished putting it all away, she didn't ask this time but she began to make something.
"Do you want me to help?" He asked.
"No your work is more important." She answered.
"Thanks for reminding me." He grumbled.
He could see her smile slightly. He had meant it to be a joke. It was already five-thirty, he sighed the day had flown by. He went back to the kitchen table but didn't return to work he just sat and watched her cook through the wall window that showed basically the whole kitchen. She had rolled the sleeves of the shirt and was making her way around the kitchen making dinner. He had a sudden longing to be back at the Burrow with his friends, and had what had become his family. He sighed deeply, leaning his chin on his palm continuing to watch her although his mind was elsewhere. Remembering the times before it had gotten so complicated.
Before he knew it Morgan was clearing the papers away from the table and he hadn't even noticed. She placed a bowl in front of him, and then sat down next to him rolling her sleeves down. They sat in silence while eating and only because Harry could think of nothing to say. When they had both finished she took both the bowls and went to clean the dishes and the tiny mess from making dinner. Getting up he didn't feel like working anymore he went to the couch and turned on the television. When she finished in the kitchen she came over to the living area and picked up her book but didn't sit down in the chair. For a split second she considered something then went and sat down next to Harry. His arm had been resting on the top of the sofa and now the top of her head now leaned slightly on it. She opened the book again and began to read.
2 hours later of him channel surfing and her reading he finally noticed that she had stopped turning the pages. Looking down at her he saw she had fallen asleep leaned against him, how had he not noticed she had fallen asleep? Her hands rested slightly on one another on the open book. Clicking off the television it was now 9 or so. He slipped the book away and marking it put it on the coffee table. Picking her up he carried her to the bedroom and put her down on the bed… standing there he stared at her for a moment then leaning over kissed her. He didn't know what compulsion from hell had caused him to do this but he had been doing this a lot lately it would seem. She seemed to wake up because a hand went around his neck pulling him down further. Well if it was what she wanted. Grabbing her hips he pulled her up into sitting position and to the edge of the bed, kissing her deeper. She wrapped her hands her arms completely around his neck, this was different than last time. She was not, not doing anything she was reacting this time, this time he was completely in control of himself. Falling foreword onto the bed, the kiss broke and she was now looking up at him fully awake her grey eyes were completely unreadable. Her dark brown hair was fanned out, a couple stands falling over her face. He looked down at her for a second,
"Are you sure?" He asked.
She shrugged, her grey eyes stayed placid as always. No change in emotion or anything.
"Ok then…" He mumbled leaning the rest of the way down on top of her.
Later…
Harry couldn't sleep. He lay there wondering where it all went wrong. Where had the turning point been? Where he had changed from normal little Harry… to, to… what he was now… he didn't even want to think what had sprung to his mind. He wouldn't, he couldn't. He looked down at Morgan, who was sleeping peacefully. Where had been hers? Her decision to take the path she did? Why? What made her want to go foreword when all she could see was darkness, like him. Wasn't she scared that she might walk off the edge of an abyss, or did she not care. She had said she didn't want to live anymore. Had she even made the decisions? Or were they made for her. She did also say she had been raised to be that way.
A thought occurred to Harry, had Snape specifically raised her to be subservient so that one day she would serve the dark lord without question?
He pondered this for a while, looking down at her. The sad thing was more than likely this was the case. He hated to think that anyone could, or was raised like that. His childhood had been bad enough as it was but this was ridiculous. To be born and breed to only serve in any and all ways it would seem. He didn't even want to imagine what her childhood had been like. She mumbled something incoherently and shifted a bit in her sleep. Sometimes he felt like he wasn't 17... Like he was much, much older. He wished he was, he wished he could've finished all seven years then have this fall on his head. Grown up a little before any of this happened, maybe with more experience he could have handled it all better. He mentally slapped himself, this thought stream was taking him no where. He laid his head back down and closed his eyes, maybe with sleep it would all make more sense…
