Disclaimer on Chapter 1

Electric Revolution

Chapter 2

The City of Plasma Burns

"Miss. Potter, you almost took ten years off my life with that stunt!" the woman spoke crisply, but for a slight quiver. It sounded like this odd woman was actually reprimanding Morgana, as if she had been worried for her safety. It was an odd and unusual feeling. "Y-you could hurt yourself, or worse!" she continued her reprimand.

"Err, whatever," Morgana replied, confused, as normally people would find her survival alarming and freaky, and this one purse snatcher ran away screaming like a little girl and turned himself into the cops. "Anyway, I think you have me mistaken for someone else, my name is Evans!" she added, wondering why she bothered to correct her.

"Morgana Evans?" the woman asked, and Morgana could only nod, surprised she knew her, and getting more confused by the minute. She did not seem like the sort of person to be in some bad business, even for one of those rich douchy types Morgana had come across plenty of times.

"Your mother chose the name Morgana to annoy your father and the 'light'," she said as if Morgana asked her, but it was nice to know. But it would be nicer if she knew the circumstances behind that, or who this woman was, first.

"You're a witch," she carried on as if Morgana had asked her, which made sense she supposed, because of the odd things that her electric powers couldn't explain. "You survived the killing curse. Your mother didn't like the way people labelled the light and dark. She was a good person. She had a 'dark' best-."

"So she named me after the most famous Dark Witch of all time?" Morgana interrupted her. She was feeling baffled. She couldn't deny magic after all the stuff she had seen in her short years. Her powers included. "I guess she had a good sense of humour. So who hit me with this killing curse so I can get pay back? This bastard killed my parents too?" she demanded, outraged at these new revelations, and wanting revenge on the Dursley's even more than ever and her parents sounded like they had been her heroes.

She nodded with a sad expression. "He was called… Voldemort," she said his name with a quiver, so Morgana guessed this jerk was truly vile, or these people were pansies. Yeah, she would say the later as people said her name and she was a dangerous menace to society. "He went after you. I'm not sure of the specifics. He killed your mother and father. Then he went for you but his curse backfired for some reason. He is now little more than a spectre trying to regain his body!"

"I see," was all Morgana could reply even though she did not really see, but whatever. She was interested, and invested. It looked like she had her very own supervillain. She would have to tear him apart for taking everything from her, just to make the point that no one messes with her.

"So… you do know about magic?" she asked looking hopeful.

"Nope, but it sounds like to you people at least, I'm pretty awesome and famous?" she said with a small grin, already planning some nasty pranks on them to begin her vengeance.

"W-well, famous, yes... InFAMOUS even," she agreed with a nod. "I suppose it's because of your…" she trailed to a stop at my headshake.

"Got my powers years later in an incident with a bomb thing," Morgana interrupted, smirking. "Anyway, why come now? You people haven't cared in twelve years!" she asked, curious why. If she was their hero and saviour, or whatever, why hadn't they taken care of her?

"We lost track of you!" she quickly answered. "Your family said that you were kidnapped-."

"Family...?!" Morgana ask-demanded, startling her. "Those pieces of shit who liked beating me, got scared when I got my powers and dumped me in this cesspool city?" she was quick to make it clear that she had no family.

"B-but Dumbledore said-," she tried to defend but stopped at my glare with sparks in my eyes, literally. "He's the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! He placed you with t-the Dursley's."

"I see," Morgana replied, keeping her anger in check. "Then he dumped me on a doorstep," she muttered, which caused the woman to grimace. "So that is why you are here. You want me to go to this school?" she demanded only liking the idea because it meant she could get vengeance on this old fool and make some cute new friends.

"W-well yes," she quickly agreed. "It is a brilliant opportunity. You would normally go at age eleven, but we could not find you. Your abilities made traces impossible. But we plan to try fast tracking you to at least second year by Christmas, and if we can, third by next September."

"So… Potter was my father's name?" she replied, uncertain. The strange woman nodded. "I see, but I prefer Evans. It is the name I've been under for most of my life."

"Okay, but people won't like that as you're their saviour and that's a muggle name-."

"I don't give a shit!" she interrupt. "They owe me! So they should use whatever name I choose!" she informed her, straight to the point, and disappointed in the name they seemed to use for non-powered humans. She had half expected them to call them mortals, which would have been just as silly as that would have falsely implied that they were immortals, which would be stupid.

"Reasonable," she replied with a sigh. "I'll have it sorted out, but be prepared for less reasonable people, such as the headmaster and his following, as well as egotistical pure-blooded wizards to not think so and still call you Potter."

"It looks like I need to watch this headmaster!" Morgana answered, and she did not deny it. "I suppose this school could be entertaining? If nothing else it will be fun ruining the schemes of morons. So, anyway, where do I get my school stuff? Also, you need to give me money, or hadn't you noticed I'm dirt poor?" she said, lying as she had a few hundred pounds in her purse, but she wanted someone else to pay.

"Well, your parents left you-."

"Oh great! I'm going to find out I'm rich!" she muttered, annoyed, as the woman did not deny it, not even a little, which meant she was very rich. Though, Morgana soon got over it as being rich sounded like it would be fun. "So who are you anyway? A teacher I figure?"

"Professor Minerva McGonagall," she quickly responded. "I'm the Deputy Headmistress and transfiguration teacher. And… well. A nice good family has accepted to let you stay with them while not at school and they will see to your shopping," she added as she handed over a small gold key.

I studied it for a moment before placing it away in my rubber purse as it saved money from being burnt by my powers. "So that is for a magical world safe or something in a bank?" she asked, curious as her purse went back into her pocket.

"Yes! Gringotts Wizarding Bank," the teacher quickly agreed.

Morgana nodded thoughtfully before shrugging. "Okay, so how do we get to this… family?" she asked quickly. "I need to get the hell out of here before I go on a rampage just to liven the place up!"

"O-oh right!" she said quickly as she offered me her right arm. "Just hold onto me and I can apparate us," she said confusing me. "It's a kind of teleportation so try not to use your ability while in transit or it could go horribly wrong!"

"Right," she replied with a shrug as she gripped her arm. She winced a little so Morgana quickly loosened her grip, remembering not everyone could withstand her strength and she did not want to injure her ride out of her cesspool, and would like to get there in one piece. The woman didn't seem as bad as she had thought she would.

"It will feel odd and oppressive the first time," the older woman quickly said. "It feels like trying to squeeze through a tube that is much too small."

"Okay," Morgana replied. "Let's go!" she agreed that she was ready, and taking a deep breath to prepare herself.

Morgana quivered as she felt the squished, sucked through a straw feeling before it was gone and they were in a field outside a large wonky farmhouse on the outskirts of a small village. Morgana shook off the feeling, quivering at the squished feeling as it felt so very odd.

"So… who would live in a house like this?" Morgana asked, grimacing as some cowboy builder had had a laugh at them with that bodge job. It looked like they had to use magic just to keep the place standing after getting screwed over.

"The Weasley's," McGonagall answered without a look as if anything was wrong. "They have two kids about your age. Well Ginevra is a year younger, and Ronald is your age. I'm sure you'll get along great!"

Morgana snorted, annoyed. "Yeah, with the girl, of course; not the boy; boys are only good for cannon fodder. There isn't a chance I would consent to hang out with one willingly like that! I bet this one is just a stupid douche bag anyway."

"T-there is only one girl, and six boys, but two boys have left home!" she quickly said in worry to Morgana's annoyance.

A few moments later they had gotten to the door and she quickly knocked. Morgana was met with some fat jolly woman who would make a better Santa than some of the pervy jerks she had seen. The only thing jolly about them was the fact that children's parents let them sit on some strange unmarried fat douches lap.

A few minutes later, the fatty – sorry – ginger-fatty was trying to hug Morgana - fuck no. She let a spark lash out just to push her back, away from her. Morgana couldn't stand people like her, thinking they could hug anyone because they were smaller than her, which was everyone.

McGonagall said something to her about Morgana not liking people touching her, which was perfectly true, unless she wanted them too, like they were cute, and a lot younger than fatty. She would admit she liked red heads, but ginger…? At a stretch if she was cute enough, and had a super fine body, but in this case. NO, one thousand times, NO!

Soon Morgana was invited in. The Professor had left, and I was led into a large lounge. I was impressed the place was certainly nice and homely. It was not much of a mirror to the bad building work outside, but I thought it was best not to bother mentioning that as it was likely a sore subject getting done over by cowboys.

Morgana was introduced to the primarily male family. First was Percy – a super douche bag who obviously wanted to suck politician cock when he finished school this year. He was that much of a plebe that she wanted to smack him on sight on sheer principle.

Then the twins barely avoided twin strikes of blue light as they attempted to offer their hands. Their mother was quick to reprimand them and tell them that Morgana didn't like being touched. She honestly read them and figured they would like the near death experience.

She figured the twins were odd because instead of being afraid as they should have of her awesome powers they were amazed and admitted that she was cool. She internally shrugged as they were kind of funny, and a little humour was always a good thing.

Next up was the ginger boy Morgana's age: Ronald the Moron. He looked like he deserved a kick in the balls just for looking at her 'that way'. It was as if he expected her to like him. She didn't. She wanted to cut him with a giant knife. He had this clueless expression on his ugly face. She told him to go and fuck himself sideways because she didn't associate with deadbeat pricks.

Molly Weasley tried to reprimand Morgana as the moron stormed off muttering some crap about some old guy. Morgana wondered if Ronald was into that kind of thing, but she cringed in disgust at the mere thought. He could go off with any old man he wanted for all she cared, but she didn't want to hear about it. She would have to scrub her brain if she kept thinking about his old man love.

Next, she was introduced to this weirdo Arthur Weasley; the father of the family. He actually asked Morgana what someone would use a rubber duck for. She was so close to telling him that muggles (the stupid word they used for non-magical's) stick them up their asses, but didn't need the hassle no matter how funny his expression would have been.

Then, last but certainly not least, the only member of this odd family Morgana would want to know. Ginevra. Ginevra "Ginny" Weasley. She was cute and had my heart racing with the need to taste her lips. She was cute in all the correct ways.

They all wore robes, but the way Ginny's hung to her small body was different somehow, making her sweeter. She had freckles dotting her nose and cheeks with pale skin. Her hair was a light red-orange hanging back, tied to her shoulder blades.

She was a little smaller than Morgana was with a small nose and cute lips. Her brow was crinkled sweetly as she shook her hand. Morgana smiled at her, and she smiled in return, likely thankful that Morgana hadn't shocked her. Her smile was nice and her chocolaty brown eyes lit up happily, as she held her hand in hers, her fingers were secretly caressing her soft skin.

"So I'll be sharing your room, babes?" Morgana asked and Ginny nodded her head, embarrassed as a cute little blush lit her cheeks on fire. "The Professor said that I'll be in first year till Christmas, so with any luck we'll be classmates after the New Year... so girl - want to show me to your room?" she asked hopeful, the quicker they left, the quicker they were in bed, 'sleeping'.

Ginny nodded her head quickly as the others looked to her, confused. Morgana had that reaction when the 'males' or whatever didn't know she didn't like them on principle. Plus, I do not like the way they look, or look at me because they're jerks!

"O-okay," she quickly agreed leading me away from everyone else with Molly Weasley calling after us that dinner would be soon. She looked like the sort of woman who could cook a nice meal, and Morgana had heard good things about a home cooked meal by a mother, and looked forward to trying one.

"So this is your room?" Morgana asked, even though she knew it was with the two small beds, the wardrobe, and the unicorn stickers. She was cute without even trying as she looked to one of the beds with some soft toys from bunnies to teddies.

Morgana was still holding Ginny's hand, and she was not trying to get her to let go so she was okay with everything.

"Are you afraid of me?" Morgana asked Ginny, as she had not replied as she closed the door behind us.

"A-a little," she answered, startled as Morgana kicked the beds together for more comfort and room for both of us.

"Why are you afraid, Ginny?" she asked her, moving into her space, her body pushed to hers as she held her hand firmly.

"Y-you're dangerous!" she said quickly. "The headmaster said you might have killed people before!" she said before her eyes flickered to the joint beds. "Y-you're Morgana Potter. You're not supposed to be like this, and…"

She was startled as Morgana's lips touched hers in a chased kiss. "There's a little more to you that that!" she retorted smartly as Ginny quivered, weak in the knees. "You and I could be incredible together. Us, with other girls, we could make something more for ourselves, so just give in. What is so different about you compared with the others?"

"I-I'm empathic!" she quickly blurted out, embarrassed because she wanted so much to have another kiss like that, more, deeper. "I-I can feel your emotions. The feelings of… naughty feelings for me," she added, her cheeks fire red.

Morgana licked her lips and still she had not pulled back, just staring into her eyes. She was lost in her, and she loved the control of herself that she easily handed over to her.

"Someone is trying to stop you using your gift?" she asked her and she nodded slowly.

"T-they say that I shouldn't. That it's wrong!" she replied. "B-but Dumbledore is afraid of me. He is scared of my power because I know when he is lying. He never tells the whole truth. He…"

Morgana kissed her lips again. Her eyes drooped for a moment before she pulled back, suckling off her lower lip, smirking at her. "Who cares? You should be relishing in your gift; for me Ginevra. We can pay this world back. Bring it to life. Live free!"

"O-oh yes," she whimpered, capturing Morgana's lips with hers lips until she pulled from her.

"I have so many enemies that need putting in their place," Morgana informed her. "Will you stand at my side? Hold my hand? Love me?!"

"Yes," she whispered as they kissed, tongues slipping inside each other's mouths, lost in that moment. Morgana loved her taste, her feel, her body; she was hers.

"W-wow," Ginny mumbled, quivering as Morgana pulled back leaving her breathless, and with a dreamy expression as she swallowed, swooning over Morgana.

"W-why are w-we kissing?" she asked. "G-girls a-aren't supposed to kiss like that!" she said, uncertain, confused, baffled.

"Follow the heart, the body, and the soul," Morgana replied quietly, smirking as she held her small body flush with hers, cuddling her. "But when it comes to pretty girls, our hormones are the best to follow!" she told her, leaning in to suck her small pink tongue in between my welcoming lips.

"Tonight and forever, you're all mine!" Morgana mumbled with Ginny's moist tongue in her welcoming mouth. "And together," she continued mumbling into her soft loving, longing kiss. "We will change everything," she finished while she lowered Ginny onto their bed, lying carefully on top of her, running her hands inside Ginny's robe, to find her delicious butt beneath.

to be continued…