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Electric Revolution

Chapter 7

The Town on the City Tracks

"Ginny, hun-hun!" Morgana chirped playfully as she hugged her cute red-haired girl from behind after they had stowed their trunks away on the scarlet steam train: Destination Hogwarts, "a little faster babes or the freaking trains going to leave without us!"

Ginny leaned back into her, smiling up, amused. "Keep it together Sparky or I might be the one spanking you next time," she said cheekily, making sure to keep her voice down.

Her mother had started watching them closer. It was probably on the old man Dumbledore's orders, especially if that wand thing with that phoenix feather was a part of his plans that she ruined. Then the stealing their wands thing, though she said she bought them. Morgana didn't think that Molly Weasley's mind would even think for a moment anything near the truth. The magical people had a tendency to be a little… well very slow on the uptake.

It was more amusing because Morgana believed that Dumbledore had discovered the bank going after him for the money he had wrongfully taken, or some such. She could barely get over that the bastard stole from an infant, and some of the goblins showed their corruption. At least the goblin bastards involved would meet their maker for it. It was a shame that the goblins couldn't end Dumbledore for them too, and she hadn't met him yet and he had earned her wrath, and swift justice.

I'll have to get Dumbledore myself. He has to repay me for that. The greedy prick.

Though, she had to say, even if only inside her own head. She doubted they would have refunded her or cared without her showing them that she had the strength to carry out her threats. She would have robbed them greedy bastards blind. It looked like she would only need to enchant a lot of muggle gadgets and it wouldn't be too hard, or a giant drill.

The drill sounds more fun!

Shaking those thoughts away she pulled back from her cuddle, and started pushing her until they were safely on the train. "We would have been here ages ago if your idiot family knew how to get ready the day before. Honestly. I never knew people could be that retarded!"

Ginny blushed as she looked at Morgana as they walked hand in hand through the train together looking for the perfect place to sit. It was already crowded with students and Morgana had to shove many of them out of their way, some to the floor as they were annoyingly not moving fast enough as they messed about while hunting down more morons to hang out with.

"I guess. They've always been like that," she replied with a shrug. "None of them have any organisational skills. I swear sometimes it feels like they're happy being so ridiculously close to time," she said right as the last boarding call whistle blew.

Morgana rolled her eyes. "Yeah. Stupid if you ask me," she said as she stopped her by a compartment with three girls within, all already in uniform so likely used a fireplace to get to the station.

The first Morgana already knew. Felicity Smoke. Smoking hot. She sat next to a girl with long blonde hair to her waist, tied back with a black headband keeping it pulled tight out of her eyes. Her cool grey eyes flashed up looking at them in disdain through the window on the door.

Sitting opposite was a smaller girl with ruffled brown hair, in a long-style pixy cut, or whatever girls were calling it these days. She was the smallest of the three, but not by much with dark blue eyes and a sweet looking face.

Morgana smirked as she checked out her blue skirt, hanging halfway down her thighs and black top hugging her body with her blue coat, my gloves, blue half boots and baggy black shin socks. She looked good, but had to frown looking at Ginny in her school uniform with Gryffindor patch hiding away her goodness.

Shrugging she barged into the compartment. It seemed like the sort of thing she would do, and it was, as she did. The three girls looked to them, startled, and though the blonde and the pixy lover glared, Felicity showed both caution and respect as she stood to her friends shock and bowed as she waited for Morgana and Ginny.

Morgana sat next to Pixie while Ginny sat opposite, between the fine blonde and Felicity. It was only after they sat that Felicity retook her seat too, glaring at the other two, which seemed to confuse them further.

"T-this is Mistress Lightning!" Felicity was quick to say to her two friends. "These are friends of mine," she added, gesturing the two other girls, both wearing Slytherin patches. "Daphne Greengrass," she said pointing out the hot blonde, before gesturing the cute brunette. "And Tracey Davis!" she introduced.

"You don't look like much!" Tracey said before Felicity could stop her, pushing up her glasses in worry. "Felicity said you're some kind of dangerous bad-ass, but you're nothing but another girl-."

She didn't say anymore as Morgana grabbed her wrist and with little effort pulled her onto my lap. Tracey's cheeks went red, and eyes wide as blue power flowed, arching up around Morgana's eyes, over her nose, around her ears, and arching through her hair without making it frizzy.

Morgana's nose was touching Tracey's as she went still, Morgana's grip too tight for her, their lips near touching as her demonstration stopped. "Be a good girl, or I'm going to have to spank that tight little ass of yours. But if you're into that sort of thing, I'll do it anyway," Morgana told her in a husky voice while her hands wandered behind her, to feel her tight butt through her robe.

They felt the train finally moving as Morgana watched Tracey's cute little whimpers as she gently kissed her lips, nibbling them softly before speaking. "But give me your-everything, and we can take this world from the incompetent morons, and rule in their stead!"

Morgana Pulled Tracey tightly into her arms. The cute Slytherin practically curled up on her lap, burying her face into the crook of her neck and breathing deeply. Her arms wrapped around Morgana in contentment, as she held her in return, cuddling around her neck.

"Yes Mistress Lightning!" she was quick to agree, shivering as she melted further into Morgana's embrace as she finally found someone she wanted to be her master who would look after her, protect her, and even love her.

Morgana looked to Daphne. She was watching in awe before she nodded, "Master!" she agreed, her pale cheek flushed with rose. "I-I will follow you, of course," she readily agreed, no longer with coldness in her eyes but uncertainty and surprisingly loyalty. They obviously need an out from the Death Nibblers that had been hanging around for a while now.

Offer people an alternative to serving morons and they were easily the most loyal people you could have by your side.

"Good," she said with a grin, lightening the mood and not letting Tracey go, not that she tried to as she snuggled, content. "Gin-baby said you girls have been hanging around some filthy tart because she is 'higher' up than you. That stops now!"

"It's not that easy Master!" Felicity said while Daphne nodded in agreement.

"To Slytherin house it's an honour thing!" Daphne continued to elaborate as she saw her master was lost and wondered how her master would help them from that. "A muggle-born with a… Weasley girl aren't going to cut it no matter what you can do! It will be trying, but…" she trailed off as said Weasley was snickering. "What?" she asked while Morgana held in her humour.

Ginny grinned at her. "So Parkinson out ranks The Girl-Who-Lived?" she asked, amused as they all looked at Morgana, shocked, even Tracey pulled back to stare at her with wide eyes.

"T-the Potter name is a different matter," Daphne said while Morgana settled Tracey to lie on her again, though this time she used Morgana's chest for a pillow so she could interact too. "Out ranks Parkinson by a long way, but unless you were in Slytherin it doesn't matter. They're big on crap like that or we would have broader options! And if you were in Slytherin. It wouldn't be pretty."

Morgana made a noise of amusement. "If your fellow house mates want to fight! There little twigs couldn't help them. Foolish bullies and haters like them. They don't know what a real fight is! Look into muggle fighting, whether with weapons or without and you will see them do things without magic that could turn your stomach.

"If this Parkinson doesn't get the message. I'll put the bitch on a leash!" she finished coldly causing them to grimace, as they knew she meant a real leash to keep her as a pet.

There was quiet for a moment before there was a flash of purple light, and deep purple thundercloud coloured bird appeared, shifting and morphing to land on Tracey's lap with a letter in her mouth, as she was now a cute storm coloured kitten offering up her mail delivery.

"Thank you Sparkler!" Morgana said smiling as she took her delivery and she was proudly wearing her blue colour with platinum tag with her name on it. She let Tracey pet her while she padded away between them to get comfortable and lay down with a cute little yawn.

"You have a mail carrying lightning traveling shape shifting bird-cat?" Daphne blurted out looking as if she felt silly asking all of that as she saw it with her own eyes. But seriously, she had never seen such a cool familiar before, or heard of one.

"Storm spirit!" Felicity surprisingly answered. "But I suppose it shouldn't be surprising given our Masters power set."

"Oh what do we have here…? Huh?" Morgana asked as she looked down at the kitten as she looked at her in return with smiling blue eyes. "Very funny," she told her, rolling her eyes. "I can see it's a letter from Gringotts," she told her while Tracey stroked her under the chin and she was soon purring away in total bliss.

Shaking her head, Morgana opened the letter and read over some things. "Let's see, yep, yep, and yep. Ha, would you look at that. I now own that shite-hole. The Leaky Cauldron! I think I'll turn it into a candy store and juice bar or something."

"Y-you own the… and you want to turn it into a candy store?" Felicity asked, scandalised. "It's been there for… well a long time. It's the first place muggle-borns see and-."

"I'll accept muggle money as well as magic," she interrupt her rant thoughtfully. "You made my point for me. Amaze with all of the goodies, not a dirty old bar!"

"Well that does kind of make sense," Daphne agreed with her. "I mean, if it can turn over a prophet and… fast access, nearly first access to the first year muggle-borns. What would no pureblood ever think of-?"

"Muggle-borns going 'dark'," Tracey said with a cheeky smirk. "It's genius. Even if they suspect their own arrogance will hold them back until it's too late."

Morgana grinned, shrugging. "That's the thing with people stuffing their own heads up their asses. They don't have time for somebody else's!" she said but frowned as that just sounded like she wanted her butt cleaned by a cute girl rather than a metaphor, or maybe that was just her own naughty mind.

She internally shrugged, as that would have felt nice too.

I wonder how far up their tongues could-. No! Naughty Plasma. Not yet. You have more pressing evils to think about. Not to mention games you could be playing. You'll just turn yourself on and have to take the girls to the bathroom in turn all journey.

They settled in after that and after a short while they got out some games they brought between them to play during their trip to school. Tracey climbed off Morgana's lap and they played some odd magical card games. Ginny couldn't really teach Morgana many before as two wasn't an optimum number for a lot of the games, just exploding snap and witches chess. Morgana would refused to call it wizards anything after she found an all-female piece set.

The snack woman came wheeling her trolley and they got some odd snacks. Morgana still had to wonder about those every flavour beans. Why the heck did people keep buying them when they contained flavours like snot, puke, and even poop and pee flavoured beans? It was ridiculous that some moron even thought it was a great idea to make them, let alone sell them in packets!

They were had settled down after they finished sharing their snack, all huddled around a magazine. It wasn't anything girly, but it was a broom magazine as Felicity followed broom races.

It looked like fun.

The magazine had many moving pictures showing race highlights. However, we were looking over some of the new broom stats to brooms just out or coming out soon like the Nimbus Sidewinder, and the Firebolt among some of the coolest when trouble came calling as usual.

They did say that all good things came to a quick end when idiots interrupted your games with your new friends. The door was harshly torn open and there he was. The idiot of idiots wearing mismatched 'muggle' clothes standing with a girl. She had frizzled brown hair to her shoulder blades and wearing her school uniform with Gryffindor patch.

"Wow. I knew I should have removed the sign saying idiots welcome!" Morgana said rolling her eyes as they sparked. At least the girl got the hint and took a step back. "The girl can stay. You. Piss off!"

Ronald sneered as hard as he could before ignoring me and turning to Ginny. He was giving her a loathed look that was making Morgana have to count to ten in her head or she would have no choice but to break his face.

"Ginny!" he spat out. His face was bright red from rage and he was actually shaking he was that angry. He reminded Morgana of this comedy she once saw where this tumble dryer went out of control and the lead character was shaking fiercely as he jumped on top of it hoping, fruitlessly that it would help stop the out of control machine.

"What are you doing here!" he demanded. "With these filthy Slytherins!" he roared out.

Ginny stood up calmly, smiling even, which should have been a bad sign; a sign to run.

Crack!

She hit him so hard that when he hit the floor blood exploded out of his broken nose and he burst into tears, sobbing. What could Morgana say? She may have taught her lovely Ginevra how to throw a proper punch and make sure it hurt while they had little else to do, except read up on some stuff for school so they were ahead and whatnot. She needed to be ahead anyway with this whole catch up debacle.

"O-oh my god!" the girl cried out in horror. "Y-you hit him-."

Morgana stood with Sparkler zooming up to sit on her shoulder, hissing at the girl as she took a step back. "Hermione Granger if I'm not mistaken?" she asked her and she nodded, gulping. "Ronald talks a lot about the friendless girl who he has do all of his homework for him!"

She offered her, her hand, which caused her to flinch. "Come. Join our… sisterhood and you can stand by my side. I shall only offer you this once. If you refuse and come running to me in the future for protection from Dumbledore and Voldemort. I shall only accept you as my obedient slave! Understand! I don't give second chances!"

Hermione took a step back, shaking her head in fear.

"Then leave, but you shall return," Morgana said, sitting back down. "You're smart enough that you'll see passed Dumbledore eventually. When that time comes, you will come back. You will drop to your knees and you will swear your undying loyalty because it won't be about you, but what about your family. They'll need protecting from the old basket case too."

Hermione looked to Ron as he sobbed on the floor and stepped towards him as the door slid closed. They watched Hermione as she helped Ronald leave and smirked at each other smugly.

"You really think that she will come to you?" Tracey asked in doubt.

Morgana looked to her and nodded. "She will have no choice if she wants to ever find happiness, and for her family to be protected. I will be the only person rich and powerful enough to help her, who will help her."

They didn't have a chance to reply as in a fizzle of purple a little storm coloured purple fox kit landed in Morgana's lap with a letter in her mouth. She hopped up to her feet and yipped as she dropped the letter.

"You have two?" Tracey said in amazement as she started eagerly petting the kit.

"Oh, yeah. This is Stormy. Sparkler's twin sister!" she agreed as Tracey picked Stormy up, cuddling her while Sparkler zipped over to land in Ginny's lap for some attention. "Ha," Morgana mumbled as she opened the letter and looked it over, curious. "So Alice Longbottom. My godmother is in the mental illness ward just as described. The hospital has now moved her to a private sector for some expensive experimental treatments. I don't know why the Longbottom's didn't bother trying everything and not just giving up so easily."

"They were tortured weren't they?" Felicity asked, sad, startling me. "It was Death Eaters. I hadn't ever heard that Alice Longbottom was your godmother though-."

"Yes," she replied frowning. "It makes one wonder that since Sirius was out of the picture whether a certain old man instigated things."

The other girls looked thoughtful for a moment when the door slid open again. Morgana had thought that either the moron had returned, or another moron, but it was a cute girl with dirty blonde hair hanging loose down her back. Her light blue eyes were dazed and far away. She was out of breath so Morgana figured she had been running, likely fleeing. Yep, but the look on her face, fleeing seemed to have been what she had been doing.

They noticed the relief on the new girls face as she looked at Morgana. She was content. Morgana realised that she came to her. She knew Morgana was here, and that she was powerful enough to help her. They saw the fear as she turned round as a huge boy would have ran her over if Morgana hadn't moved, pulling her back as she stood, pulling the blonde girl to stand behind her.

The large boy was joined moments later by another huge monstrosity and a skinny pale boy with slick back blonde hair, in an eighties gangster style, sneering at them as if he actually thought he was superior to anyone, much less Morgana.

"You had a problem with her. Now you have a problem with me!" Morgana hissed out dangerously. "If you don't get the fuck out of here, I'm going to hurt you!"

The leader. The blonde boy sneered harder. "You think you…" He trailed to a stop as he noticed the three Slytherins with her, and chose to comment his protest, "W-what the hell… with a freaking Weasley, and her – a mud-blood-!"

"Morgana Evans!" she corrected him coldly as if he had somehow asked for her name. His eyes widened and showed he wasn't quite that stupid as he put two and two together, and got the last Potter, The Girl-Who-Lived. "But you should call me Plasma!" she added as one powerful spark flicked up her body and crashed into the ceiling, burning it. "And that was just me flexing my… muscles!" she commented whimsically.

The blonde idiot didn't seem to care as he looked over each of his minions with a smirk. "Crabbe! Goyle! Teach her who runs things around here!" he ordered only for one to take Morgana's left leg in the stomach and scream as he flew out of their compartment, crashing into the door opposite, buckling it and he was not getting up again under his own steam as he was out cold.

The blonde boy looked sick as he and the other stared in horror. "Piss me off again little boy and it will be you, and I'll put my power into it. Understand?!"

"Y-yes!" he quickly said, leading his last minion off, the door closing. Behind him as he didn't want to mess with her if that was her going easy on them. He and minion had to drag away the 'cold' minion, and it took some effort. Morgana watched until they were far enough away from them that she didn't care, and just retook her seat, smirking.

"That's Draco Malfoy if you're wondering," Daphne said while giving her a look of wonder. "His family is high up… but him. He's nothing but a pretender!"

"Good to know!"

Ginny was giggling. "Wow, that little prick had it coming. I bet eventually one of us will kill him."

"It will be you Master!" the new blonde girl said as she moved opposite me, bowing with a sweet smile. "But I'll admit. His death is always changing from you to Ginevra, and even occasionally me and others," she said looking around to the other girls.

Morgana grinned at her. "Clairvoyance?" she asked as she pulled her new blonde cutie to sit on her lap where she belonged. She snuggling up in Morgana's arms happily cuddling her in return.

"Yes," she agreed. "Ginevra is an empath, and you. You are something so much more. The muggles are responsible for your powers. Such genius."

"Luna. Are you okay?" Ginny asked as she moved, plopping Stormy on Daphne's lap and sitting beside them, stroking the blonde girls' cheek in worry. "You never told me you can see into the future."

"You never told me you can feel people's emotions," she replied with a sheepish smile, leaning into Ginny's touch, kissing her fingers, but Morgana supposed that being a seer had already seen, knew, and wanted that.

"I concede!" Ginny replied cuddling up with them.

"So why was that out-of-date-hairdo-dick-head after you?" Morgana asked, confused as she seemed harmless unless you knew of her gift, which she was certain he didn't since it was obvious he was as know nothing loser.

She shrugged impishly, "I could really only guess. I can't see other people's futures. Only mine. When mine overlaps someone else's, only then can I see. If that future involves me. I know it might not seem like much, but it can really help me avoid bad things.

"I think it might be something to do with Draco's father though," she speculated shrugging. "His father isn't a nice man. Then you. I think his father might have found out about your return, Lady Morgana. Not only that but even I've heard a few whispers that you're not… the 'good' girl you're supposed to be. Lucius Malfoy will be concerned. Should be concerned even. He may not consider you a threat now, especially with your love of muggle-borns.

"However, you do pose a threat siding against Dumbledore and… and Voldemort. This could give people an extra ground. He'll also be wary… afraid that you'll side with Dumbledore, or even the ministry, even if only a temporary alliance. I think he might be taking it out on his son, which was why he took the opportunity to send his goons after me."

"Well you stick with me baby!" Morgana quickly told her, smirking and captured her lips with hers. She accepted her kiss eagerly, kissing sloppily back, but she would learn like Ginny had, and her other girls would. Morgana pulled back after a few tasty moments with a grin. "Next time that shit head even looks at you. I'll shove his head up his own ass!"

She smiled dreamily and snuggled with me. "I love you Master Morgana!" she admitted breathlessly.

Morgana smiled. Kissing her cheek. "And I'm sure in the future I'll come to love you too," she replied smugly, since to Morgana at least they had only just met, she couldn't say she had feelings more than really liking her, yet, and Luna understood that and knew the words and feelings would be returned soon enough.

They hadn't much of a chance to get comfortable as the train suddenly lurched, screeching to a halt, nearly throwing a few girls from their seats. Metal on metal was almost worse than nails on a chalkboard while the lanterns flickering. Morgana looked at their mirrored reflections in the window outside as it was pitch black out, as she realised that night had fallen.

The train came to a full stop, and still looking at the glass Morgana watched as it frost over cracking and fogging.

"Dementors!" Luna quickly said, worried. "M-Master Morgana, please. I mean. Your future is too. It is all over the place. Chaotic. Because of the unpredictability of lightning. I can only see things that will be. The lights going out and the dementors!"

She said it, and poof. The lights had gone out as an icy chill extinguished them. Morgana was quite apprehensive as everything happened. She had heard about dementors and read up on them because of Sirius Black's escape from the wizard prison Azkaban; even though she was not sure he really betrayed her and her parents. The more she knew about this world of mage, the more she doubt it as real Death Eaters actually went free.

"D-Dementors aren't g-good!" Daphne stuttered out fearfully.

Morgana felt it through the dark. Her eyes glowed in the dark, and unearthly electric blue as something felt like breathing ice into her lungs slowly slid the door open, and there IT was. It wore a long black robe and Morgana realised this thing was where the image of Death came from. Its breath was bone rattling, sucking the happiness out of the air.

Morgana heard it. The screaming. Her mother. Begging, not for her own life, but for Morgana's. She felt dizzy hearing her with a cold dread, but most of all an irrational anger towards the creature beyond her blurred vision for making her see what she no longer had. Her mother. She grit her teeth as she looked through the haze to this thing. She could see its scabby hands as it pulled its hood back to show a gaping mouth full of teeth. It came closer and Morgana could see blurred lines of white-blue light coming from her very being, pulling the heat and warmth from her.

"Fuck you!" she hissed as she stood and boom. Blue ball lightning blast forward exploding into the creature, shattering glass. The monster dropped heavily to the ground, sliding down the opposite carriage wall, cracking it and buckling the door more as blue lightning danced around her body, showing her hate and anger with glowing blue eyes.

The Dementor had cried out in agony, but she walked closer. She could smell its burning flesh and smirked as she looked down at it. The whole train had seemed to freeze. A dementor was no longer the hunter, but the hunted as it came across the greater predator. Dementors didn't have a natural enemy before because they were too unkillable, until they met this girl.

Morgana reached down grabbing the things face with her right hand in a vice like iron grip that crushed into the spectre. "Irony has come to suck the life out of you!" she hissed out as streams of blue power bubbled and poured back into her, healing her, strengthening her before the creature burst into a whale of black smog, nothing but ash!

From within its centre burst screams as green pyreflies blast out and up, through walls and ceilings, joy and gratitude filling the corridor as they watched them slowly leave. It was aweing and disgusting all rolled into one event.

Morgana looked down the train, stronger than normal on her recharge as many more Dementors fled their new and only predator, running and crying out in a panic while she returned to her girls, ignoring the monsters as long as they left the train and didn't hurt any more innocent children. She sat down with her girls while they were looking at her oddly.

"How the hell did you kill a Dementor?" Daphne demanded in awe and hero-worship, more pleased than ever with her choice in master.

"Everything has… electricity flowing through them to live," Morgana told them, shrugging. "It is a bio energy, but I control electricity. I can draw it out of power boxes, lights, or whatever, but I can also draw it out of living beings. It can heal me. It recharges my… battery…"

"T-those lights at the end. Freed souls!" Tracey mumbled while looking sick, quivering in disgust as she thought about all of the innocent people who had their souls kissed away.

to be continued…