The Attack
A week had passed, and Albus Dumbledore was rather proud of himself.
He had shown the other Wizengamot members the ritual, and had managed to had an amendment made for the law, so those created by ritual who were in possession of any measure of independent intelligence and not inherently malevolent had basic rights like survival.
It was extremely good news for young Morgan.
The girl would one day be an excellent asset for whichever profession she chose, no matter what it was.
Except maybe playing matchmaker. She was a bit too obvious about it.
Rabastan and Rodolphus had finally finished everything.
Today would be the day.
The great one.
The best.
They would chase down the traitor, they'd get the information, and everything would be perfectly normal again.
They'd go hunting Muggles, and torture Mudbloods and Blood Traitors, and they'd finally take orders again and wouldn't have to plan anything themselves, because so much thinking made their brains hurt.
Morgan couldn't believe the news. She finally could go outside without being in danger of being killed by anyone she ran across.
While her father was hanging around the third floor, close to that statue of the witch that could lead one to Honeydukes, Morgan entered the Great Hall.
It felt good, standing there freely, without being stuck under an Invisibility Claok. Being able to stand proud, tall and free, knowing she had a right to exist and to live.
It felt fantastic.
"GOOD MORNING!", she shouted at the top of her lungs.
Every single head turned to her. She waved to Mike, to Ginny, Nev, and Dracy, to the Headmaster and to the Transfiguration Professor.
Then she drew her wand and conjured some fiendfyre, for dramatic effect.
She let the flames swirl around herself, controlling them completely with her mind.
She'd never felt so alive.
Harry, meanwhile, was having a spot of tough luck.
He'd been leaning against the statue when suddenly, a bunch of Death Eaters burst out of it.
He recognized most of them, Rabastan, Rodolphus, Nott...
Bloody damn hell.
Rabastan had him under a torture curse before he could do anything, then Rodolphus tied his hands behind his back.
"What do you know about the disappearance of the Dark Lord?"
"Cannot tell you."
"Crucio!"
Harry had an idea.
It was probably stupid, but the best he could come up with.
"I can show you, though."
"How?"
"Follow me."
And he lead them to the Great Hall, hoping that somebody there would be able to get rid of them.
When Theo Nott entered the Great Hall, he immediately spotted a small, red-headed girl, with green eyes like Potters, and when she turned to look at them, he recognized the expression of fury as belonging to the Dark Lord.
And then, he remembered.
He remembered her.
Bloody damn hell.
He started praying in his mind.
It all went very, very slowly, Harry felt.
Rabastan shouted: "So, when will you give us the information! I'll kill you if you don't!"
Then, Morgan turned around, a look of pure fury on her face, an expression that was one hundred percent Tom.
"Who are you?"
"Rabastan Lestrange. I will bring back the Dark Lord, little girl, and people like you will be very sorry."
If anything, Morgan got angrier.
"You will let my family be."
It was with these words that she raised her wand.
"Where did you get that wand from?", were Rabastan Lestrange's last words.
Before Harry could blink, he was engulfed in flames.
The fiendfyre was twirling and swirling around him, its sentient destruction barely tamed by Morgan's mind. He could see the chimeras and dragons, the serpents and gryphins, the badgers and eagles forming in the flames, falling apart at a moment's notice. He could feel his daughter's euphoria, her desire to destroy, the enjoyment this was for her, in every spark, and yet, he could feel how she was letting it both run free and controlling it so utterly that even though it touched him at times, it consumed neither him, his clothing, nor the floor, not even a speck of dust she wanted to leave there.
It was magnificent.
When the flames ended, it seemed like he had spent a lifetime between them, yet it couldn't have been more than a few seconds. He drew a few deep breaths.
There was not even ash left from the Death Eaters.
Morgan's next words echoed the thoughts of many students: "Well, that was sort of anticlimatic."
That was when the Magical Law Enforcement finally deigned to show up.
They had been informed there were intruders, and had immediately dispatched some Aurors under the leadership of Amelia Bones.
When she came, there was Harry Potter standing in the Great Hall, grinning like an idiot, while a little girl with a wand in hand was facing him.
When they had been told the whole story, Amelia Bones asked: "Do you think we could borrow Morgan here? I thought it might be a good idea to take her with us and tell criminals that they can chose to surrender or face her. I'm pretty sure we'd make a lot more of easy arrests."
"That wouldn't be quite fair, wouldn't it? Morgan needs some spare time, too, you know."
"True. Well, we can still bring in some Aurors for hunting down the last few free Death Eaters. I've heard there's someone really good overseas, an Isabella White. Do you think we could get her to hunt down Bellatrix Lestrange?"
Harry did a spit take, right while looking at Ginny.
"Well, I guess it was time for a little pay-back on your part anyway. Though I don't get what was so funny."
"Uh... sorry..."
"Nevermind."
Ginny smiled at him. He smiled back.
Meanwhile, Morgan was sitting on Amelia Bones' lap and got her to tell one story after the other of how famous criminals had been captured.
After all, she'd have to make sure nobody would get to her Grampa.
AN: Wow... only the Epilogue left.