Morgana was reborn in the year 1926, in the month of June on the 23rd day. She was, thankfully, born into a family that still worshiped her and still lived in the old town she moved into the Void- a pocket dimension she made. They learned how to move between the two- Void and the other realm. Once she hit about five she regained all her memories, eight when it all made sense, and began studying everything she could before going to Hogwarts. We will skip over her years as a child to teen. First we will give you a background on Morgana so you are not completely lost.
Morgana was born into the Blackthorn family- the top followers back when she was first starting out, now they are a prominent pure-blood family in Europe. They were unable to have children, so when the elder began to pray for Morgana to help them they were not surprised to find themselves with child. Once she was born they knew who it was they never had red hair in either of their families till now. She was born Morgana Lilith Blackthorn. Luckily the Blackthorn's knew she who she was and gave her name, she usually just takes her new name until she was able to go to the goblins. She loved those creatures, and they in turn respected her. Thankfully she also kept her bright red hair, the rest of her was from her family- green eyes, pale skin, and short. The last bit she was not happy about, but she could deal with the height (Or lack of). When she learned what was the Ministry was doing to young witches and wizards- telling anything Dark was evil. She was furious. She learned everything she could so she was up to speed once she went to the school Merlin's' students made- Hogwarts.
She was sorted into Slytherin, after all she was pulling the wool over everyone eyes. Morgana kept her head down for five years, watching what had become of the magical world- she was very disappointed. We start our story in the summer of her sixth year.
Morgana looked over the large dinner table, all the people who sat before her were descended from her first followers- she need to use a different name. These people did follow her, but she treated them more like family. Made she should use family, while some people left once she was gone or even tried to become a follower for the excuse to kill, they stayed true to her way.
"My Lady, are you going to claim your house this summer?" Jonathan Blackthorn, her father, asked as the elves brought out breakfast he held his wife's hand as they sat next to one another.
"Yes, I am now sixteen, I can claim my house without you or Mother needing to say which side it came from." At sixteen magical children could claim inheritances without a blood check to see what side it came from. Le Fay line died with her so she knew that no one could steal her money. She did allow her family to use it when needed but they had to clear it with the goblins first. Thankfully it was still in her magic and once she came into her inheritance- her blood.
"I can take you after we eat, we need to get your school supplies. You may talk with the goblins while I get your stuff." Her Father told her as the elves places down their food.
"That would be acceptable, we may see some families from my house. It would be better if Mother came along so you have a way to leave." Every chuckled at that, most pure-blood British families tried to get the Irish Blackthorn's to come for dinner.
"Yes dear I will save you from the scary Britain's." Her Mother was lovely.
"I have a question My Lady?" Erik Skarsgard, another one of her family members. His Mother was one of the children she taught. He was one of the people whom taught her when she was little.
"Yes, Uncle Erik?" Erik was an older man, his black hair was peppered with grey and tied at the nap of his neck. His storm grey eyes bright at being called Uncle,
"Now that you know who you are, why do you keep on calling Aidan and Caitlyn your parents? No offence to either of you." They just bowed their head to him to show they did not take offence.
"Because that's who they are, for all the times I was reborn they are one of the few that still treated me like I was theirs. Even after I remembered who I was, they still babied me when I was sick, hurt, and even now what is going to happen." Morgana smiled at the two people on her left, her parents. "Even through everything I have been though they still treated me like their daughter, for that they will always be my parents. Just like you will always be Uncle Erik."
"My Lady you honor me." Her Father spoke while her Mother held her hand to her mouth eyes glistening, her Uncle silent.
"I did no such thing, I merely stated the truth. Now I will go get ready while you all eat, I need to have a word with a few portraits." As she stood and bowed her head, her loose hair fell over the shoulder. "By your leave." With everyone nod she walked out.
As she made her way from the great hall, she made her way down the small hallway and into a back room filled with portraits. The were two floors and every inch of the walls were covered pictures.
"Morgana, what do we owe this pleasure?" A picture held an older gentleman, his hair white, and grey eyes. His beard was long, it could have been tucked into a belt if he was wearing one.
"Merlin, I am in need of advice." The man now known as Merlin dipped his head for her to continue, "I have been watching a young boy in my year, he reminds me of the Dark Lord Robert The Defiler."
"Ah yes Robert, I remember was he not the the man you took down, I believe in 12th century?"
"Yes, he was the one that was stealing the young girls in the night and well I rather not think of it. But I was round him before he snapped, but this one is more...how should I put it." Morgana began pacing the room, other people started watching.
"How so? Do you think he will take the same path."
"No, I do not think he will be like the Defiler but, the Dark Lord. He is going down that path, he has followers already. He smart, and very cunning." Her voice took a softer edge toward the end.
"Is that admiration I hear?" Merlin could not help but tease his old friend, he never was close with her up to her death. Now he knew a lot about her, it was sad that he could not help her out.
"Hush you old fool, I need your help not your relationship advice." Morgana rolled her bright green eyes. "Oh come now, let an old man have his fun."
"Can we please get back to my problem?" She sat down in a chair, her hand rubbing her forehead.
"I have yet to hear a question." Merlin now looked at the young woman, he knew she was serious.
"I do not know what his path is, but from what little I heard it is a good one. He does not think the government should be all pro-pure bloodline, that begin said he does not believe anyone of new blood should be allowed in at a young age. I don't know for sure what his plans are but all his friends, if they follow their parents, will be in the government." Morgana began pacing again.
"Again a question?"
"What should I do? Should I stop him? Should I allow him to go along this path? His magic is dark."
"Ahh there it is. Well, what do you want to do?" Merlin looked down at the woman with a suspicious twinkle in his eyes.
"Why are you answering me my question with a question."
"I will once you answer mine." She hated that sweet smile.
"I want to help him, I do not want him to walk a path that is believed to be evil. His goal, from what I know, is a good."
"Then you have your answer." Morgana sighed, looking around the room. She took in all the pictures, all the people whom history forgot or painted in a bad light. She looked back to Merlin, emerald green meeting hazel blue.
"That means I have to show more of my power." Her shoulders slumping at the thought all the work she will have to do now.
"And why is that?" The white haired male settled down in his chair.
"Because that is the only way I can get him to even look at me let alone speak." The young woman stood, running her hand along her outer robe rushing away dirt.
"Your name is not enough?" Another picture asked surprised, his bright blue eyes looked to the young red head.
"No, because I do not throw it around like the Malfoy's. But after I see the goblins..." She blushed as she looked away, she would have to take everything that came with her inheritance including her old last name.
"Oh you are taking your name so soon."
"Yes because I knew what I would have to do, I was hoping you may have an alternative route for me." Before either picture could say anything to make her feel better a house elf popped into the room, Morgana was not startled because she could feel the build up of magic just as the elf entered entered the room.
"Mistress Morgana your parents await you." Was all the elf said before it left.
"Thank you Glitzy. Merlin, Arthur by your leave." Morgana bowed at the waist before making her way to the large door.
"You better come back and talk with us. We would like to talk with you more than when you need advice, please Morgana." Merlin spoke before the young woman could move out of the room.
"We will speak more once I return, I still have to make a plan. I only have an idea of what to do." She smiled at the old man, before slipping out the door.
"How are we leaving?" Morgana asked once she made it to the entrance hall, her Mother and Father waiting for her. Her Mother was wearing one of her best robes, black with red and silver embroidering, her Father in the colors but a more masculine robe but their house shield on his breast.
"I was thinking the floo." Her father answered her, smiling. As she walked closer her parents her sleeping robes turned into her day ones.
"That sound awful but, I should get use to it. May I ask that you go first?" Morgana hated taking the floo, but one can not always get what they want.
"Yes we will go first, I will wait for you on the other side." Her Father could not keep the smile off his face.
"Do you have your list my dear?" Her Mother began straightening out her robes once she was close enough, not that she need it but, the gesture warmed her heart.
"Yes, Mother. Here." She handed over the parchment paper with her list of items needed for the year. They walked into another large room, in it held a sitting area and a large fireplace. The two older people grabbed the silvery green powered and disappeared into the bright green flames. The redhead, sighing as she did so, grabbed her own handful before throwing into the low flame.
"Diagon Alley" The flame quickly sprung up, and sent her spinning to her destination, seeing her parents she stepped out. for the first time not tripping. Yet either way her Father gathered her up in his arm.
"Wow, I didn't have to caught you."
"Oh hush, you." She looked up to see the every young man she had been talking about with Merlin. He was standing just a little to the side, envy clear in his eyes. She made her way to him, her parents following her.
"Mother, Father I would like to introduce you to one of my housemates, Tom Riddle." By her tone, that only her parent picked up, that this was a person of interest to her. Seeing as she would be leaving, to be nice maybe even get him to their house for the rest of the summer.
"Hello, . We never get to meet any of Morgana's friends." Tom bowed to the family, and walked with them out of the dusty pub.
"I am sorry to say that we are not really friends." His charm was turned up to full, Morgana smiled it was not going to work of her family.
"If she knows your name, that means you are worth knowing." Ahh good her Father knew the perfect things to say to peak ones interest.
"Really? May I ask your names?
"How rude of me to not introduce my parents! My Father Aidan Blackthorn and Caitlyn Blackthorn my Mother. Now I must leave I have business with the goblins, I shall meet you both later or at home depending on how long this takes. Tom at a later time." Her manners peaked his interest more, after all she was leaving him with her parents, no one wanted to leave him alone with their parents. Before he had a chance to say anything the redhead was gone, she said she was in the same house as he was, but he did not know her name.
"Tom may you accompany to the robe shop?" Tom was surprised, most people try and leave him.
"And me, my wife?" If his daughter was interested in him, he need the young man away from his wife, or else there may not be any boy left for their daughter to interested in.
"You my love are going to the Apothecary, our daughter needs new ingredients and you know what she needs without this paper." She pushed her husband toward the shop.
"Yes my dear, I shall do your bidding." He was quickly out of reach and out of sight.
"Do you mind Tom?" She turned her green eyes to the young man that had yet to leave, she gave her best smile.
"Not at all." Tom, remembering the pure-blood customs book he had read, held his arm for her to take. Caitlyn mentally gave a vicious smile, she had always wanted another child to spoil, and this young man was just asking for it.
"Ah finally a young man with manners. Now my daughter does not need robes but you my lovely do, and I have always wanted a son." Tom did not know what he just got himself into.
Morgana made her way up the white stairs, but did not enter the marble building she waited outside. Just as someone was about to ask what was wrong, a goblin in a very nice suit walked to her.
"My Lady if you would." She smiled, making sure to have her teeth showing.
"Of course Master Goldshield, at your lead" A flicker of surprise at the remembrance of his name flew across his eyes before gesturing for her to follow him. As they walked into the building the goblin, who knew whom he was walking with, tried to make small talk knowing human liked it.
"My I ask how your day is?" Morgana smiled down at the goblin, she could see how uncomfortable he was,
"There is no need to talk Master Goblin, I see it as nothing more than useless information." His shoulders lost all tension, he gave a nod before continuing on down the hallway behind the line of goblin tellers.
"Master Silverclaw is waiting for you."
"May your enemies fall at your feet." Morgana bowed before entering the gold lined door, leaving a smiling goblin behind. Most goblins don't say it but they do follow Morgana teachings, they are very happy she is back.