Vows, Letters and Plans
That evening, Ginny Weasley cornered him in his office.
"Uh... Ginny... what is it?"
"I know."
What?
"What do you know?"
"Morgan, c'mere, please."
"Yes, Professor Weasley."
"Morge! What did I tell you about not showing up in front of stra... uh... How?"
"Not my fault. She literally ran into me, and let's just say, I'm pretty sure I've figured everything out."
Bloody hell. Harry fingered for his wand.
"And I'm also pretty sure that you don't want to reach for your wand, Harry James Potter. I haven't yet run to Dumbledore or the Ministry, and I won't. I happen to have taken a liking to Morgan."
Harry wanted to relax.
"Swear it to me."
To his surprise, Ginny immediately went to her knees.
"I, Ginevra Molly Weasley, swear upon my magic that I will not betray the existence of Morgan..."
"Elisabeth."
"... Morgan Elisabeth Potter to anyone without Harry James Potter's permission. So mote it be. Happy, Harry?"
"Uh... yes!"
She was kneeling right in front of him, and he was looking down at her.
Some part of his brain wished that her neckline was a bit lower, still.
He tried to squash the desire.
"So, as Morgan already trusts me, will you tell me whether my suspicions are correct?"
"Sure."
Ginny told him everything she suspected.
It was one hundred percent accurate.
"How's Tom, by the way?"
"I guess he's a pretty decent guy. You wouldn't believe what kind of times we had..."
And so, stories of Christmas shopping, of Lucy the princess, and of the Voldangaroo where told.
At the end of it, Ginny had tears in her eyes, and her ribs where cracking.
It felt good, telling those stories to her.
Morgan was watching the grown ups. Yes, she could see her father blushing sometimes, and Ginny too.
She liked Ginny.
"Professor Weasley?"
"Yes, Morgan?"
"Would you go an a date with my Dad?"
Both of them looked like deer caught in the headlights, blushing furiously.
"I... uh... maybe... if he agrees, I mean..."
Grown ups. They were so complicated.
"Okay, can you give Cousin Dracy a letter then? It's for Uncle Lucy."
Ginny smiled relieved, and took the letter.
Draco was very, very annoyed when Ginny gave him a letter with the address "Cousin Dracy - give to Uncle Lucy".
He very much hoped that he'd never have anything to do with that girl again, just so nobody would ever call him Dracy again.
He also wondered at what point in time any small girl could have met his father, or how on Earth his father had been labelled "Lucy".
He wasn't sure he wanted to know, and he wasn't sure his Mum wanted to know, either. Or that his parents' marriage was particularly likely to survive the relevation.
He sighed. He'd just have to send on the letter and hope for the best.
Rodolphus and Rabastan were rather worried about Lucius not wanting to participate in this attack.
It was like he knew something else, something that could give them troubles, but whatever they tried, he wouldn't give them the information.
Well, they'd have to attack without Lucius, for good or bad. They'd torture the information about the Dark Lord's whereabouts out of Potter, and then, they'd find their Lord, and he'd reward them, and then, they'd follow him, and they would defeat Dumbledore, the Ministry, the Order, and kill all the Mudbloods.
A simple plan that was sure to work, right?
There was just one recruit who had a vague feeling that this plan was not going to go well, and that something was gonna go wrong.
It was like Theo Nott had forgot something very, very important that could prove rather detrimental to their whole plan, but he wasn't sure what. He just couldn't remember, but he was so sure it was important.
He just hoped it would go like the Lestrange brothers thought it would go, and that that damn Potter hadn't something up his sleave.
He was pretty sure he had, though, although he just couldn't remember what it had been.