First Days
His first day at Hogwarts was spent redecorating his quarters and discovering that Morgan had thought it a good idea to bring her pet snake along, a small basilisk she'd named Bessie. Bessie the basilisk was luckily as of yet too young to petrify anyone.
Harry just thought he should pray to whatever entity had prevented her from bringing Nagini along as well.
After a meal of toast and salami with coffee/milk for Harry and Morgan and a few mice for Bessie, they'd started working.
Which meant, of course, that they'd started with arguing what they actually wanted. Both of them agreed on no pink in the space of ten seconds, it took that long mainly because of Morgan's repeated words of "I hate pink, I hate pink, I hate pink!"
Morgan was for black and silver, with snake motifs to honour their parseltongue.
Harry wanted either Gryffindor colours, or, if that wasn't possible, something that wasn't totally oppressive.
They ended up with choosing ebony furniture with silver decorations (at Morgan's insistence, she didn't like any of the other woods) and the rooms coloured in light blues and greens. Harry found it to not look that bad - it wasn't totally oppressive, in fact, it felt calming to him.
His office was done much the same, and he started feeling at home.
The second day wasn't too exciting either.
He'd helped Filch cleaning the place, through use of many, many household spells, and had taken as many books out of the library as he could, so Morgan had something to do.
He also had nearly gotten a heart attack when she casually pulled a wand out of her pocket and cast a lumos for better reading light.
"Morgan, where did you get that wand from?"
"Yew, phoenix feather, thirteen and a half inches. What do you think, Dad?"
"Tom gave you his wand."
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"I asked him nicely, and he wanted me to be able to defend myself."
Harry opened his mouth, and closed it again.
It was true that Morgan without a wand, alone, against an enemy, was a prospect that made him shiver.
Morgan with a wand did so as well. He was worried for any poor sod that might cross her, and, well, in a way, for her innocence. He didn't want her to become a murderer. It was when Morgan did magic that he was reminded she wasn't a normal child. He'd never asked Tom, but he'd obviously made sure she hade a large magical core. In fact, he was pretty sure it wasn't just large, but gigantic. She could cast the Unforgivables - he didn't know about the Killing Curse, and hoped neither of them ever would need to - and pretty much every spell learnt in first, second or third year. Most of them were more difficult to learn than the Unforgivables, which only required the correct mindset of wanting to do something. To cast a successful Cruciatus, one had to want to hurt the other person, to cast an Imperius, one had to want to control them. A strong enough will was all this took to achieve, and Morgan had that in spades. She also had a talent for anything considered Dark, and she could be downright vicious if she wanted to be.
She had gotten the first from her grandparents, and the second she shared with everyone in her family.
"I guess it's for the best."
She looked at him, having expected something else.
"You're not angry? Grandpa thought you'd be."
"Well, if anyone tries to hurt you, I'll have to worry for them now instead of for you. That's a major improvement. I'll worry much, much less."
She grinned at him.
"How much less?"
"A billion million trillion bajillion times less, of course. Because I love you a bill-" he poked her, "ion, mill-", poke, "ion, trill-ion ba-jill-ion times more."
"I love you, too, Dad. A billion million trillion bajillion times more than anyone else in the whole wide world except Grandpa."
She hugged him, fiercely.
"And how much do you love Grandpa?"
"Just the same as you... I can play awesome pranks with Grandpa."
Yes, they'd told him about that.
Morgan took her books again, and dug herself into the words.
A few moments later, she turned the first page.
She looked so blissful when she read, like there was nothing she desired more.
Harry wondered whether she'd be a Slytherin or a Ravenclaw when the time came.
He sort of hoped she'd wind up in Gryffindor, but he wasn't really able to say it was likely. True, she was brave. She also was pragmatical, even if she knew loyalty, and more interested in learning than in heroics. She liked learning for learning's sake, but she also wanted to change things. She had ambitions that went way beyond what most people wanted.
In other terms, he'd bet for Slytherin, except in the case she made a Ravenclaw friend at some point, someone she was loyal enough to to follow them.
It wasn't exactly likely.
He took a book for himself, and started reading.
It was the third day that exciting things started to happen.
After Harry took breakfast in his quarters, he literally ran into Ginny, who was just talking to Draco and Neville.
He'd been running for running's sake, because he'd wanted to enjoy himself, to feel free, again, and then, he turned around a corner, and boom, crashed into Ginny.
Talk about luck.
Whether good or bad he had yet to determine.
At the moment, he was leaning towards bad.
They'd both crashed into the ground, resulting on him lying on top of her in a rather awkward position. And just when he had sort of started coming to terms with the Cruciatus-episode.
Draco was catcalling.
Harry got up, blushing, as fast as he could, and held his hand out for Ginny.
She took it and got up. Her cheeks were tinted red.
"Uh, hello."
Brilliant, Potter. Way brilliant.
"Hi."
"So, Potter, what have you been up to in these past years?"
He turned to Draco, taking his eyes off Ginny.
"Nothing much."
"Oh, really? What does that include?"
Living as a stay-at-home-dad in the Muggle world together with an ex-Dark Lord and a "creature" created by a Dark Ritual.
"Taking Muggle examinations, reading Shakespeare, learning how to calculate the area of a triangle with a calculator when given two sides and the enclosed angle, stuff like that."
"How do you calculate that whole area-thingy?", Neville asked.
"I'm pretty sure it was one side multiplied by the other multiplied by the cosinus of the enclosed angle. Why?"
"Just to see you can back up your claims." It was Draco who had answered.
"Of course I can. I can even show you my reports."
"If you were in the Muggle world, you probably know how to work computers."
Why on Earth did Ginny want to know that?
"Naturally."
"Ever played the Settlers IV?"
He smiled.
"Of course."
Tom loved that game. It had been really hard to get him away from his spot glued to the computer back in Febrary. A few days later, he had to drag both of his family members away regulary, because Tom had shown Morgan how to play.
Of course, it hadn't taken long until he was hooked himself.
"D'you think you could help me with the third Mayan mission? I'm stuck there."
"I think I can, I've already played it. But I thought electronics don't work in the castle?"
"Do you remember Colin Creevey? He is an Unspeakable now. He found a way around that, and enchanted my computer."
Harry started to grin.
"So, when can I start?"
A few minutes later, Harry was sitting in Ginny's quarters, in her own living room, and playing computer.
While Harry was playing, Ginny was teaching.
Her thoughts kept drifting away from her lesson and to Harry. She sincerely hoped he won the damn mission, because she wanted to ask him what the trick was so she could try it herself, later.
Of course, she also couldn't concentrate because she kept wondering what was happening to Harry. One minute he was normal, acting as if nothing had happened, then, he acted as if he was uncomfortable or guilty, and when asked about his private life, what the hell had happened in the years where he hadn't been there, he closed off. If he was asked how his living conditions where, he closed off. He still kept parts of his life secret from them, likely the most important parts.
And she still had not even the faintest idea what his words in the Room of Requirement had meant.
Who was Morgan?
Again, she squashed down jealousy. She was getting much too much experience with it. She told herself again and again, she did not know who Morgan was, whether she actually was his girlfriend or something, and even if she was, she had absolutely no right to be jealous.
It was a testament to how often she'd done this that she felt herself relax and went on with the lesson as if nothing had happened, telling her Gryffindor and Slytherin first years to pair up, and, as they were an uneven number, forming one group of three, as well.
With a bit of astonishment she noted that the trio consisted of Katie's nephew, James, a Muggleborn whose name started with R, Roberts, maybe, both Gryffindors, and a Slytherin from one of those pure-blood families. She was pretty sure his uncle had been a Death Eater.
And they'd immediately grouped together and were behaving very much like best friends or something.
It wasn't something she'd ever seen before. She hoped they continued like this, and that the others were drawn in. She would try to support this, as best as she could. She was pretty much fed up with the House rivalry by now, anyway.
When they performed their given spells without a fault, she awarded "Each of your houses ten points, and ten extra for Mr. Gamp for helping the other two!"
The boys grinned at each other.
After that lesson was over, she went into her quarters.
Harry was sitting on the chair, snoring slightly.
"Aguamenti."
He immediately woke up and gasped for air.
"Mission complete. Why am I soaking wet?"
She grinned at him.
"Well, I had to wake you up, didn't I?"
"Too true."
With a wave of his wand, he dried himself.
"So, what now?"
"How about dinner?"
"Okay, I'll accompany you."
On the way to the Great Hall, he told her about the mission. In detail.
Most were rather astonished when they saw him, he hadn't bothered to show up the last two days.
When Mike Roberts waved to him, he waved back.
He took the seat next to Ginny, and tried to forget about the guilt creeping in, so he could enjoy eating and sitting next to a friend.
Meanwhile, Morgan had become bored. She'd read in her trunk-room, then, she'd decided she wanted to do something.
She'd taken her Dad's Invisibility Cloak, and the Marauder's Map.
Then, she'd sneaked outside, to look for her Dad.
She found him in the Great Hall, sitting besides - according to the Map - Ginny Weasley.
Wasn't that a girl he'd had a crush on once?
He was animatedly talking to the girl, no, woman, sitting beside him, concentrating on her almost completely.
She seemed nice, a friendly person, and she was just laughing at one of Dad's jokes.
Slowly, a grin crept across Morgan's face. It was fun, watching their interaction, and an idea was coming to her.
Then, she sneaked out again, back to their quarters, and left a note for her Dad.
She wanted to spend some time in the library.
When Harry came to his quarters after dinner, there was no Morgan there.
Just a note, with one word.
Library.
He smiled to himself.
It would have been expected. If there was one thing Morgan had really looked forward to, it had been exploring the great, famous Hogwarts library.
He didn't bother to go looking for her. Morgan would be careful, and she loved reading too much for him to go find her.
He took a Wakefullness Potion and started heading for his rounds.
Around eleven o'clock, he ran into a boy outside of Gryffindor Tower.
"Mike Roberts? What are you doing here?"
"Uh, see, I sort of wanted to..."
"... play a prank on someone?"
"Yes... uh... no... I was just locked out of the portrait hole, see..."
"Okay, what did you want to do?"
"I sort of wanted to sneak to the owlery. There's the Magical to Muggle Mail delivery, see, and I wanted to send a letter without my dorm mates seeing anything."
"Oh. Well, I guess, in that case, I'm coming with you."
"Why?"
"Because I sincerely doubt any teacher would say anything if you're with the caretaker assistant."
"That's nice of you."
They went in the direction of the owlery.
After Mike had sent his letter, Harry asked him a question.
"By the way, why didn't you want your dorm mates to see you? I mean, it can't be that embarassing to send a letter to your parents, can it?"
"Well, I sort of want to send my old teacher a letter."
"Old teacher?"
"Mr. Evans, from Whinging Primary."
Harry stared at him.
"Thomas Evans? Granddaughter Morgan?"
"Yeah. You know them, sir?"
"Yes, yes I do. He's a friend of mine."
"That's a funny coincidence."
"Small world. Come on, I'll escort you back."
On their way, they ran into Filch. Before the old man could say anything, Harry said: "Sir, he's with me."
"Oh, go on then", Harry's superior grumbled.
After Mike entered his common room and said goodbye, Harry spent another few hours patrolling before entering his quarters again, collapsing on the bed beside Morgan.
AN: Again, thanks to every single reviewer, and, again, extra-thanks to TheBigCat for yet another OMAKE. I hope you enjoy it, though you should know "Pinky and the Brain" first.
OMAKE by TheBigCat
Inside Morgan's room, a cage sat. Inside this cage sat two mice. One was skinny and had goofy teeth and the other had an abnormally big head. They sat and squeaked to each other for a moment, then one produced a metal welder and cut its way out of the cage. The two mice crept out into the Dark Lord's mansion...
Elsewhere in the mansion, a young man and a four year old crept out in much the same way.
"What shall we do tonight, Daddy?"
"The same thing we do every night, Morgan. Try to build a better mousetrap!"