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Bellatrix looked at herself in the mirror that hung on the wall of her new room.

Whatever the hell Morgan did to her had done wonders, she thought. No longer did she look like a forty-year old witch that had spent the past thirteen years in Azkaban Prison. She looked like her fifteen-year old self. And she had to admit that, although she had still been considered beautiful when she went to prison, thirteen, almost fourteen years, surrounded by dementors and given a minimal amount of food had wreaked havoc upon her body.

She could have done with out the witch restoring her...virginity? Was she even technically a virgin again? Her hymen had been repaired, which according to magical standards meant she was a virgin, but she'd still had sex. Not that her husband was any good in bed, but still.

Was she even married anymore?

There were to many questions. This whole time-travel business was confusing.

The fact that Potter, the brat that had been responsible for her Master's fall, had been drug back in time with her didn't help her mood at all. Le Fey, who was considered the greatest dark witch to ever live (and coincidentally the longest to live and reign) , had forbidden her from harming him, let alone killing him. And even if she could kill Potter, she had no way of alerting her master that he was dead.

On the other hand, she was excited. A true Black, Bellatrix had been studying the Dark Arts since she was first able to read a book, with the engourgement of her family. And Unlike her sisters and cousin, who while they had learned the basics of the Dark Arts before focusing on other subjects such asetiquettee (Narcissa), law (Andromeda), and quidditch (Regulus), Bellatrix had delved deep into the Dark Arts and dueling magic. Only Sirius had shared her passion, but when he had been sorted into Gryffindor, he quickly drifted away from the Dark Arts into lighter, more legal spells and pranks.

And she had lost her best friend, which was another thing she held against Potter. He was the spawn of the man that had taken away her best friend, the boy who had for all intents and purposes been her brother, her twin.

But as she thought about it, she smiled. In a way, this time in the past with Potter could prove to be most...rewarding.

She couldn't kill Harry, but that didn't mean she couldn't aid Morgan in turning him to the Dark. And in a way, it would be the perfect revenge against the man that had taken Sirius from her and turned him to the light.

It was a common misconception in the wizarding world that there was such a thing as a Grey wizard or witch. Every magical was either Dark or Light, and while their were varying degrees of Dark and Light, there was no Grey. All spells were one or the other, and depended upon their original intended use. Every witch or wizard's magical core was influenced by the types of spells they cast. The more light spell they cast, the lighter their core, while the darker spells made their core darker. Most witches and wizard straddled the line, as many used no more than a handful of spells that though dark, were balanced by the light spells they cast.

An example was the stunning spell, it was technically dark, as it had originally been developed as a means of capture so that you could torture and execute an enemy. But it was usually countered by the amount of light magic one cast, such as, another common spell used by Aurors, the disarming spell. Because it was meant to disarm, and not injure, an opponent, it was considered light.

But if you did not straddle the line and delved deeply into light or dark magic, it was harder to cast the opposing spells. A purely light magical would never be able to cast the torture curse for example, as it would place to much strain on the persons magical core. Meanwhile, a purely dark magical could not cast healing spells, which was why they relied heavily on potions. It was also why potion masters tended to be darker wizards, not to say a light wizard couldn't make a potion just as well, but they tended not to have the same motivation.

She had no idea where Potter stood in regard to light and dark (she was sure he was light but had no idea how light), but by gradually using weaker dark spell, she would easily be able to tip the balance into darkness. And once firmly entrenched on that side, she could start influencing him with even darker spells.

James Potter took her cousin and friend from her, she would take his son.

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Harry looked at himself in the mirror hanging in his room, amazed at the changes Morgan Le Fey had made to his body. All of his scars were gone, even his famous lightning-bolt one, and he no longer needed glasses. But what amazed him the most was that he was now longer short and scrawny. Whatever the witch had done to him had healed the malnourishment that near starvation and neglect from the Dursley's had caused him. While not that muscular, he wasn't as thin as before, and at least five inches taller.

He wasn't to sure about being in the past, but it could be worse. And it seemed that Ms. Le Fey was going to teach him more magic, which would help immensely against Voldemort if he ever returned to his time.

Not having grown up in a wizarding household, and not really paying attention in muggle school due to not wanting to accidentally do better than Dudley, he had no idea that Morgan Le Fey was much darker than Voldemort. But if what he was seeing in the mirror was any indication of what she was going to teach him, he was going to look forward to the lessons.

He wasn't sure how he felt about Bellatrix. After she was introduced, he remembered the pensive memory he had seen in Dumbledore's office. She was one of the Deatheaters that tortured Neville's parents, and had proclaimed her loyalty to Voldemort even as she was drug away in chains. Added to that was the threat she made against him when she recognized who he was, while familiar and slightly comforting (if his life wasn't in danger since he entered the magical world something weird HAD to be going on) it meant he would need to keep an eye on her.

And perhaps this time in the past could change her ways.

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Sauron, a goblin war-chief of the Mordor Clan and head of Morgan Le Fey's guard, eyed his mistress warily. "Are you sure about this?" he asked. "The two of them do not seem to be compatible."

Morgan Le Fey just smiled at the black armored goblin. "I didn't expect to gain two apprentices Sauron. I was only expecting one, but this presents a...singular opportunity. I already planned on blood-adopting whoever the ritual brought me. Unlike that trusting fool that serves my brother, there is no way in hell I would teach my magic to someone not of my family. But having two apprentices, one a male and the other a female, will provide an alliance when I send them back into the future. As husband and wife, they will have a loyal ally whom they can trust to watch their back."

"Pardon me, but by my observation, they don't seem to even like each other, let alone have any trust," he pointed out, having witnessed Morgan's memories of them. "How will they function as husband and wife? Why would they even enter into such a union?"

Morgan chuckled. "You seem to forget my friend, that I have plenty of time to fulfill my plans. And as their teacher, I assure you that they will be forced into enough situations that they will have no choice but to learn to trust one another."

"You may be able to stop yourself from aging, but no one is immortal," Sauron growled out. "Should Merlin get lucky, you will not have time to train them. Not to mention that you must still fulfill your promise to me and my clan!"

"Calm yourself Sauron. You and the Mordor Clan will rule the other clans. But it will take time, and I will need Harry and Bellatrix's help," the witch pointed out angrily. "You know it takes time to prepare a military campaign, and while I am powerful, not even I can be everywhere at once. You need their help as well as my own to succeed. And I need them to pass on my legacy."

Sauron was silent for a moment before asking. "Very well," he said, before turning and walking away from the witch.

As Morgan watched the goblin walk away she sighed. She sometimes wondered why she worked with the goblin, but she could not have gotten to where she was with out Sauron and his clan's help. And while she could wipe them out easily, she had a higher sense of honor than that.

Sinking into her favorite chair, Morgan Le Fey began to plan out how she would train her two apprentices, blood magic was a difficult art after all, as was shape-shifting (her pride and joy, and so much more useful than Merlin's pathetic animagus transformation), the two most difficult and unique things she intended to teach. That's not to say her other lessons would be easy, but it would be those two that would push the bounds of Harry and Bellatrix's energy and patience.

She also had to figure out how to bring the two closer together.

This would take some thought.

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