Meeting

A few days later, after informing his deputy of the situation, Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall met Morgan Potter for the first time.

It was a relatively strange meeting.

On one side of the office, there were one very, very, very old man and a woman who was roughly fifty years younger than him - though still old, nonetheless.

On the other side, there was a small, red-headed girl with green eyes, clutching the hands of two grown-ups beside her, who could have been her parents: A red-headed woman, although with darker hair than the girl's, and a man with raven black hair and the same green eyes as the young one.

All in all, it was a scene the Headmaster's office had never seen before.

Personally, Harry found the whole situation a bit surreal.

Morgan's first words were: "Mr. Twinkles!"

"Pardon?", asked Dumbledore.

"You look like Mr. Twinkles", she informed him matter-of-factly.

"Who is Mr. Twinkles, my child?"

Harry thought his face was starting to burn. He just hoped she hadn't brought her doll with him.

He wasn't so lucky. She pulled the doll out of her pocket and showed him to Dumbledore. "That's Mr. Twinkles. Beware the fire of dragons, Mr. Twinkles!"

He hoped he wouldn't have to explain that Mr. Twinkles normally ended up as dragon roast beef. It would have been a bit embarassing with a live-size and very much not a doll Mr. Twinkles lookalike in the room.

"Ah? I will certainly take care. Lemon drop, anyone?"

"Lemon drop? Can I have one, please?"

Dumbledore chuckled and gave it to the girl. She happily sucked on the lemon drop, probably deciding that she really, really liked giant Mr. Twinkles.

Harry hoped she wouldn't say that out loud.

"So... you are?"

"Morgan. Morgan Elishabeth Potter."

Dumbledore blinked.

"My daughter, Headmaster."

"Really? And who is..."

"Her grandparents on what would have been her mother's side are Tom Marvolo Riddle and Morgan le Fay."

"Ah?"

"He's a rather doting grandfather."

Dumbledore blinked again. Harry had to give that to him, he was rather good at hiding his shock. It was just that he had the exact same reaction as Tom to it that betrayed him.

"Who're you?", Morgan asked Professor McGonagall.

"I am Minerva McGonagall, Hogwarts Professor for Transfiguration."

To Harry's surprise, Morgan giggled.

"Grandpa talks about you."

"He does?"

"Yes, and he blushes a lot."

Apparently, the professor was speechless.

"Do you want to go on a date with him?"

"Morgan?"

"Yes, Dad?"

"Please refrain from asking people on dates for either me or your grandfather. You might have tried it only twice, but twice is enough."

"Why not?"

"Because that's something we should do ourselves?"

"But you like Ginny, and Grandpa likes the Professor here."

Harry was pretty sure his face was burning now. For all her intelligence, Morgan had not a single clue about relationships.

"That may be so, but could you please still let us ask ourselves?"

"Okay... spoilsport", she mumbled under her breath.

Silence.

"So. What were we talking about?", Harry asked in an attempt to lighten the mood.

The other three adults started laughing.

It took a while until everyone had calmed down.

What surprised the Headmaster the most was little Morgan's insistance that Lucius Malfoy should be allowed to come to the school grounds for a visit, so she could catch up with her "Uncle Lucy". There weren't any such problems with Ron and Hermione Weasley coming, so Harry could introduce them.

"No."

"Pretty please."

"I will not allow this man on the school grounds."

"Pretty pretty please?"

"No."

"Pretty pretty pretty please?"

"No."

"Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please?"

"No." He started sounding tired.

"Pretty pretty please please please?"

"I'd give in if I were you."

"Okay. He can come, if it absolutely has to be."

"THANKS, Mr. Twinkles!"

And he received a knee-cap crushing hug.

When Ron and Hermione arrived at Hogwarts, they were immediately led to Harry's quarters. Ron didn't know why, didn't know what on Earth could be any reason for an invitation. Harry had been so secretive since he'd come back.

When he arrived in his quarters only to nearly fall down because something had coiled itself around his knees, he nearly died of a heart attack.

He looked down, and there was a little girl, hugging him. She could have reached higher, but she absolutely had to go down and hug him round the knees so he would lose his balance.

He looked at her. Red hair. Green eyes.

Harry was standing there, looking at him in his predicament, and at the girl with an odd look on his face, a mixture of amusement, pride, and relief.

Ginny was standing beside him - and WHAT was she doing in HARRY's quarters? - with the same facial expression.

"Hey Ron, hey Hermione."

"Who... who is that?", Hermione asked, baffled. His wife was never baffled.

"May I introduce? Morgan, these are my best friends, Hermione Gr... I mean, Hermione and Ron Weasley."

"Are they related to Ginny, Dad?" Ron looked at her face, and sighed in relief in his mind. Red hair, Harry's eyes, but at least she didn't call Ginny Mum.

"Yes, Ron is Ginny's brother. Ron, Hermione, that's my daughter. I'll give you the full story later."

"So, that's Uncle Ron then. Because he's Ginny's brother."

Harry's face was burning.

"Mate, what is it with you and my sister?", Ron asked. He wouldn't mind them dating. Too much. Harry was better than most blokes, he could trust Harry. Still, it was fun to sound suspicious. Needle them a little. And he'd like to be informed if they were dating.

"Nothing" Harry's face was burning, same as Ginny's.

"Looks like nothing", Hermione said, grinning.

"Morgan asked her on a date with me, happy?" The girl rose in Ron's esteem immediately. Playing matchmaker between those two was a sacred duty.

"And you still haven't done anything", Ginny added. Harry, you idiot!

"Uh... okay... I mean, I'd like to go... sometime... can we discuss this some other time?", Harry pleaded with her. Ron was starting to pity his friend, when a thought invaded his mind.

His wife voiced it for him.

"Harry, what is it with Morgan's mother?"

"That's a long story, involving my blood and a ritual... Well, you remember the Tournament?"

A few hours later, Lucius Malfoy and his wife arrived at Hogwarts for the same express purpose of meeting Morgan.

It was fun to observe, in Harry's opinion.

"Uncle Lucy!"

"Hello, Morgan."

"You know, I met your son. He's nice."

"Our son?", Narcissa asked.

"Yeah. Cousin Dracy. Who're you, Miss?"

"I'm Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy."

Morgan looked at her for a long second.

"You're Auntie Bella's sister, aren't you?"

Narcissa blinked.

"Yes, yes I am."

"Then you're Auntie Cissy."

Narcissa flashed her husband a triumphant smile.

"Why does she get such a normal nickname?"

"Because I say so, Uncle Lucy. Come on, let's go play dress-up!"

And so, Morgan dragged Lucius into Harry's office, followed by an amused Narcissa.

Inside, there were already "Cousin Dracy", "Uncle Ron", "Auntie 'Mione", "Ginny" and "Nev", whom she'd also roped into playing with her.

"Alright, everyone changes into their costumes! I'm gonna decide who plays what, okay?"

"Okay."

Lucius Malfoy so hoped he wouldn't have to play the princess again.

Narcissa didn't know whether any of her ribs was still whole. She'd spend the last half hour watching and laughing.

Now, the end of the dress-up play came near.

"Dad, roar!"

Harry the dragon roared fiercely. He wondered how long he could hold back his laughter.

"Now, roast the knight and his companions, the brave squire and the sorceress!"

For better effects, Morgan made sure to encase Nev the Knight, Uncle Ron the Squire and Auntie 'Mione the Sorceress in fiendfyre.

It was sort of ironic, that Neville played the same role as Bellatrix had.

Now came the part where he wouldn't know whether he could hold back his laughter.

"Oh, my knight, what has happened to you... Do I really have to do this?"

"Yes, Cousin Dracy."

"Why am I the princess?"

"Because you've got pretty hair, and Uncle Lucy is older than you. Now, continue in role."

"Oh, my mother, oh my queen what can we do? Our knight has just gotten roasted!"

"Oh, do not fear, my daughter, princess, we shall survive!", said Lucius Malfoy in a falsetto voice. Although he continued in role, he looked rather disgruntled for somebody who didn't have to play the princess after all.

"Dad, make roast beef out of them!"

And Harry roared again, and with Morgan's fiendfyre, "Lucy and Dracy" got roasted.

"Now, the Dragon Mistress rides the Dragon!"

Narcissa Malfoy broke out laughing, and Ron was coughing, heavily.

"Have I said something funny? C'mon, Dad, give your Ginny a piggy-back ride!"

And so, the Dragon and his Mistress flew off into the sunset.

The end.

It had been typical for one of Morgan's dress-ups.

A formerly hidden Albus Dumbledore started clapping.

"Did you observe us?"

"Yes. Disilliusionment Charm. It was a rather... splendid performance, I have to say. Professor Malfoy, you make an excellent princess. Perhaps you could use a similar performance in class once..."

Harry wasn't sure whether Dumbledore was joking or not.

Still, he would pay to see that. He would pay a lot to see that. He would do even more to be able to sell tickets. He was sure Ron would buy.

AN: Small mistake with uploading this chapter... well, you'll get the next one soon.