Redheads Pranking
Ginny wanted to find Morgan.
It was much easier said than done.
Finally, she ran into the little girl by chance, plotting with Mike Roberts, one of her best students.
"Mr. Roberts and Ms. Potter, would you please come here?"
They came, Morgan's face full of fear.
"What did the two of you want to do? I just heard something about Filch..."
"Uh... nothing."
"Can I help with 'nothing'?" She made air quotes.
Morgan looked up at her, disbelieving, and then started grinning like mad.
"Of course you can!"
While helping in the preparations of a skin-dye potion, Mike said something that made Ginny listen.
"You know, it's sort of funny, you're a lot like Morgan's Grandpa."
She was a lot like Lord Voldemort. What the hell?
She tried to sound curious and not betray any emotion. "Why?"
"Well, he helped me with pranks, too, and he was my Primary School teacher. Thomas Evans."
Thomas Evans... Tom Riddle.
A school teacher.
She burst out laughing.
"What was so funny?"
"It's just... a little unexpected he chose that path. I met him once before he went and started teaching, and, well, I never expected him to start teaching, of all things. Though I guess he's changed a lot. How was he as a teacher?"
"Patient, understanding. Great sense of humour. And, well, whenever he explained something, you'd just get it. But he wouldn't tolerate laziness in his classes."
"Sounds like a great teacher."
"He was. Still is my favourite teacher ever, no offence, Professor Weasley. How was he when you met him?"
She tried to reconcile her memories of Tom Riddle with his description, as well as Morgan's obvious love for her Grandpa. It didn't quite work. Suddenly, she remembered reading up on Muggle mental illnesses.
"Mentally ill, I think. He wasn't much of a person anymore. It sounds like he overcome his illness."
Morgan smiled at her, gratefully.
She felt a little better, then. Not just because of Morgan's smile. It was the admittance that some outside influence was to blame, that Tom really hadn't been that evil, and that the charming boy just couldn't have acted differently.
It helped.
"You know, I'd maybe like to meet him again. Do you think your Dad would help me, Morgan?"
"Uh... I still have to tell him you know I'm here."
"Well, I guess we can rectify that sometime soon. After the prank."
Albus Dumbledore was giving a progress report for Harry Potter to the rest to the Wizengamot.
All in all, he could say it looked rather good. Harry was fitting in well, no complaints, no tries to get away, nothing.
After he'd given his report, another one was brought in, about a rather skilled Auror in the US, who'd just joined recently. Isabella White. Her background was a little shady, but the Americans had decided to overlook that because boy, that girl had skill.
After hearing the interesting tale of what happened to a pair of thugs who'd thought they could torture somebody into insanity with the Cruciatus Curse, his respect for that witch went up several notches.
He idly wondered whether she might sometime be available to go after some Death Eaters that still hadn't been found. For instance Bellatrix Black, she had committed exactly the same offence as those thugs...
Harry had just received his last letter from Tom.
His suggestion had a point, but still, he didn't feel to good about it.
It was to go back to their old safe house and see whether any messages or anything had been left.
He supposed he would have to ask Professor Dumbledore for a day off tomorrow and then take Morgan with him so she wouldn't feel left behind.
Morgan hated being left behind. He could understand it, he'd never liked that either.
He just hoped they'd find something useful and wouldn't waste their time.
The next day started with a bang, or actually, a rather green looking Filch.
Ginny and Mike shared a knowing, proud smile at their achievement, while stealing glances to the corner where they knew Morgan was hiding.
Ginny felt elated. Plotting with the two of them was so much fun... she felt she could understand Fred and George perfectly now.
While Filch left the Great Hall in a hurry, Harry tried to talk to Professor Dumbledore.
"Uh, Professor?"
"Yes, m'boy?"
"I now this is rather sudden, but as tomorrow is Saturday, do you think I could take the afternoon off for some personal matters?"
"Personal matters?"
"Helping a friend of mine."
"Ah, I see."
No, he didn't get what Dumbledore saw, but if it got him what he wanted, he was content to let him see pink elephants for all he cared.
"Yes, I think it wouldn't be a problem."
"Thank you, Professor."
AN: Thanks to everyone who reviewed (I'm repeating myself often, aren't I), and again, extra-thanks to TheBigCat for yet another OMAKE.
OMAKE by TheBigCat
The door of Harry's house banged open.
"Miss Morgan, come out!" Shouted a man with a gun.
Morgan poked her head around the door.
"Yes?" she asked with a cute smile. The man faltered.
"I'm a member of the Sue Slayers, and you're a Mary Sue! You must die!"
Moran cocked her head. "If you want a real Mary Sue, why don't you try Fleur Delacour? It's not my fault I'm so cute."
The man shrugged and meanered of to Beauxbatons.