Chapter 3
I am poor so therefore please do not sue me for borrowing the characters for a little while. All Characters belong to JK Rowling, a brilliant and talented woman. All characters you don't recognise belong to me. Read, review and enjoy!
"Well, how did it go?" Tonks asked as Remus walked in to the kitchen at Grimmauld Place.
"Better than expected." Remus replied, a renewed look of hope on his face.
"Don't you dare leave me hanging. Tell me what happened."
"Turns out that Oliver's girlfriend is Anastasia Carlton." Remus answered. "She's the healer in charge of Morgan's care. Dumbledore's already tried to work the sister angle with Oliver, but got nowhere."
"So what does that mean to your plan?" Tonks asked following the lycan as he paced erratically around the room.
"She's an amnesiac." Remus replied
"That's not good."
"No, but Ana seems to think that it's a temporary thing and the familiarity will help. Apparently Sirius would have been the best trigger, so now we have to think of something equally as strong." Remus explained.
"So? What does she love like Sirius?" Tonks asked as Remus started to walk off
"Quidditch. She could have gone pro with her skill but decided to work at the ministry."
"So… what are you going to do?" Tonks asked following Remus through the house and up the stairs. "Remus would you answer me!"
"I'm going to bed. There is nothing I can do until Oliver's done his bit." Remus replied turning and seeing the frustration on Tonk's face. "Oliver is going to take her to training with him tomorrow get her to play on the team and hope it jogs her memory." Remus elaborated before going to his room
"What position did she play?" Tonks asked hanging her robes up behind the door and getting changed for bed
"Keeper. Though she will be playing Sirius's old position tomorrow as Oliver won't let go of his place."
"What position was that?" Tonk's asked
"Beater."
"So there's nothing we can do until tomorrow then?" Tonks asked lying back in bed
"I wouldn't say that." Remus replied with a wink. "Nox."
"Why am I here?" Morgan asked arms wrapped around her as usual except without the strait jacket she had been in since her reappearance.
"We're short a player today. So you're making up numbers." Oliver replied
"You certainly know how to charm the ladies." Morgan replied looking around her, familiarity everywhere as they walked down to the locker rooms.
"Hello again Morgan." A tall blonde stated as he walked up to her.
"Am I supposed to know you?" She asked
"Dirk Varning, Head coach here at Puddlemere. I remember you from years ago."
"I'm surrounded by charmers. First I was making up numbers and now you're pointing out how old I am to everyone. Tell me, are you married?"
"No." Dirk replied bemused as to why she was asking.
"Shocker!" Morgan muttered. "So what happened to your keeper?"
"Nothing, I'm here." Oliver replied.
"Well I'm a keeper, so looks like you've struck out on your extra player."
"You can play one of the other positions." Dirk replied
"Fine I'll play seeker."
"We have a seeker." Dirk replied
"I refuse to play anything else." Morgan stated walking off and sitting on 1 of the benches
"Why?" Oliver asked sitting down next to her
"Because I don't play those positions well." Morgan replied
"No one will mind, and I bet you play better than you think." Oliver replied. "Plus if you play beater, you'll be doing us a favour."
"How?"
"Because the team can practice getting out of the way whilst playing, and you get to knock the hell out of the bludgers and work off some of that energy."
"I just have to hit the bludgers?" She asked looking sideways at him.
"That's all." Oliver replied
"Fine, but if someone gets injured then it's not my fault. They just aren't fast enough."
"Sounds fair to me." Oliver said smiling and giving Dirk a thumb's up that Morgan couldn't see. "Let's get you some pads and a broom."
"Better be a good one. I'm not playing on some ancient relic from the back of the closet." Morgan replied
"You can use my spare." Oliver replied. "Just be careful with it. My girlfriend got me it."
"Fan is she?" Morgan smirked.
"Not at first, but apparently she now finds a certain attraction." Oliver replied making Morgan laugh.
"What does she do?" Morgan asked as she fastened her pads on with speed and skill that betrayed she had done this many times before
"Healer at Saint Mungo's."
"My Healer?" Morgan asked
"Yeah."
"What's her name?"
"She's been treating you, and you don't know her name?"
"She never told me, though I'm not really receptive in there, insomnia does that to you." Morgan replied
"Oliver move it, we haven't got all day." Dirk shouted drawing their attention back to why they were there.
"We'll talk later." Oliver replied passing her a broom and leading her out on to the pitch.
As she stepped out on to the pitch she was hit with a strong wave of familiarity.
"Do you need me to remind you of the rules?" Oliver asked
"Something's you don't forget." Morgan replied mounting the broom and kicking off, doing a lap of the pitch to get the feel of the broom and flying again.
"She's a natural in the air." Oliver said
"Why do you think I wanted her?" Dirk asked. "Going to get your ass in front of those hoops or do I need to drop kick you through them?"
"I'd love to see you try it." Oliver laughed as he kicked off and took his position in front of the hoops.
"You sure you never played beater?" Oliver asked as he rubbed his back where the bludger had hit and sent against one to the hoops
"No, my boyfriend did though; he had a lot better technique to falling." Morgan replied
"So my technique in falling needs work does it?" Oliver laughed. "Well give me his name and I'll look him up for pointers."
"Are you sure you won't sign? I'll give you anything you want, just 1 game against Chuddley Cannons; you knock them off their brooms like that… Please?" Dirk asked interrupting them
"Ah if only I wasn't shackled to the ministry. Though the highlight of my day seems to be cleaning the manky and grotty so I can poke and prod them." Morgan replied
"So there's no way I can persuade you?" Dirk asked
"Oh they'll be a way, you just have to figure it out, and trust me there's been extensive work done on the subject and still not been managed. Plus you would have to get the ministry to let me go, which won't be easy since we're in hell with Voldemort right now and they like their interrogators on payroll."
"We're not at anything with Voldemort anymore." Alvin Crimp commented rubbing his head where a bludger had clipped him
"What?" Morgan asked turning her attention to Alvin.
"Ignore him; he got hit on the head by one of your bludgers." Dirk said taking Alvin to the side and slapping him on the back of the head.
"Come on, let's get lunch and you can tell me about the extensive work." Oliver said wrapping his arm around her shoulders and leading her off the pitch.
"I know my way you know. I have been here numerous times before." Morgan said.
"When?" Oliver challenged as they walked into the dinning hall and sat down as they were served lunch.
"When I was headhunted for your job." Morgan replied tailing off. "They wanted Sirius and James to but they were dead set on being Aurors."
"If I could have had you 3 then we would have been unbeatable." A man said sitting down next to Oliver and declining anything to eat
"Mr Carsten, I didn't know you were coming today."
"Just reminiscing." He replied looking at Morgan. "You haven't changed a bit."
"You look so old since I last saw you. It can't have been that along ago." Morgan replied trying to work out why he looked so old.
"Long enough my dear." He smiled softly. "I hear you have bruised everyone on my team."
"If they had let me play keeper then they would all be uninjured. Not my fault they are sluggish and out of shape." She replied. "I was surprised at the full team line up being changed. They weren't doing that bad."
"Injuries and natural factors." Mr Carsten replied with a sad smile.
"Well I suppose the fact they couldn't get a goal past me didn't help."
"It only made me want you on the team more." He replied. "I'll leave you to your lunch. The offer is still open you know if you change your mind."
"You never know." Morgan smiled. "Till next time."
"Adieu." Mr Carsten replied before leaving.
"Seems to know you well." Oliver commented as he ate his chicken pasta
"He was the one who approached me the last time and got me to consider changing careers." Morgan replied.
"Would you have?" Oliver asked
"The ministry has me in a tight spot. They said I could go but when they needed me I had to go back for indefinite amounts of time."
"Why?"
"Because I was successful at interrogation and very quick about it."
"There's no one else?"
"Not as good, James doesn't have the patience and Sirius would rather be out catching the death eaters."
"Tell me about them." Oliver asked nonchalantly as he ate
"About Sirius and James?"
"Yeah, they sound like interesting people."
"They are definitely that." Morgan nodded as she ate
"Same age?" Oliver asked as she took more interest in her food than answering his questions.
"Just over 2 years older." Morgan replied. "We were in the same year at Auror training."
"So they didn't go straight from Hogwarts?" Oliver asked
"No they did. I graduated early, after a lot of arguing with the ministry." Morgan said putting her fork down on an empty plate. "Can I get some more? The food at Saint Mungo's has always been crap and will probably continue to be."
"Sure." Oliver said catching one of the server's eye and gesturing for another plate. "So?"
"Gifted." Morgan stated. "They could have had fame and fortune the day left Hogwarts but they went in to auror training and excelled in everything except interrogation. But when you have 2 people who can find and catch death eaters like metal and magnets then you don't complain. Their tempers would have gotten the best of them in an interrogation room. But I seemed to have a talent for it so the interrogations always came to me. They were always together. Suffice to say that when James got married Sirius was best man and now he's godfather to the most handsome baby you will ever see. He'll either break hearts or cause trouble, but knowing his dad, he'll probably do both and get away with it."
"What's he called?" Oliver asked trying to stop his mind wander to the Harry he knew.
"Harry. He was going to be James Junior but we managed to get James talked out of it and one day he came up with Harry and it just seemed to fit."
"How old is he?" Oliver asked
"1 year old. I think. I haven't been able to see him in a while."
"Why?"
"Too busy with work."
"So there were just the 3 of you at school?"
"Yeah just 3 students in our year." Morgan smirked. "I only joined their little group in 3rd year. After they realised that I had been playing keeper since halfway through 1st year. Longer than James and Sirius had been on the team."
"You were 9." Oliver replied. "You were playing Quidditch when you were 9 on the school team?"
"I was tall for my age and I had been playing Quidditch since I could get on a broom and stay on it. I was indulged."
"Spoilt."
"Indulged, spoilt brings up images of families and attention. I was given attention for the wrong reasons. That's all I'm saying. I was allowed to play to keep me out of trouble, a distraction."
"So do you and Sirius not have plans to get married like James?"
"Our relationships a bit different to there's."
"How so?"
"There's in love in the most classic sense. They are like a fairytale couple. Where as me and Sirius… it's intense. I can't think of how to explain it."
"When did you start going out with Sirius?"
"Properly in 6th year, technically in 5th year."
"Technically?"
"McGonagall tried to warn Sirius off for some reason. Didn't work, just meant we had more Quidditch practices, or studying in the library, or just disappearing altogether. The room of requirement is a brilliant place." She smiled seeming to lose herself in the memories.
"He waited till the last day to ask me after turning down Merlin knows how many invitations."
"To what?"
"The Yule Ball."
"That's usually only with the Tri-wizard championship."
"I know, I wasn't going to go."
"Because he hadn't asked?"
"I just didn't want to go. I'd just got out of the hospital wing."
"Why?"
"Misjudged timing."
"Of what?"
"A Griffins tail."
"What happened?"
"Got slammed into a rock face. I was in the hospital wing for 2 weeks, and when I got out I was still battered and bruised."
"You were one of the champions?" Oliver asked
"Yes, payback for a prank on Slytherin, they put my name in the Goblet."
"So did you go to the ball?" Oliver asked folding his arms on the table as he listened
"Sirius can be very persuasive. He promised Dumbledore 1 week's good behaviour from him and James if he would provide the potion that would if not heal me up completely disguise the bruising and make the pain bearable. How could I refuse after he had done that?"
"Did it work?"
"Surprisingly not, it did work."
"And?"
"And if looks could kill I was dead by most of the girls in that room." She grinned.
"Worth it?"
"Yeah." Morgan smiled widely. "After that McGonagall realised that she couldn't win, Dumbledore told her again to leave us be, something's were preordained, even if we can't see the reason for it."
"Preordained? Sounds dangerous."
"Never really thought about it. All it meant to us was she was off our backs."
"Lunch is over you 2, get back on my pitch." Dirk said standing in the doorway to the now empty dining room.
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