Disclaimer on Chapter 1

Electric Revolution

Chapter 8

Site Seer City

The future was always tricky. Ever changing. Ever moving. Luna Lovegood could see the future so she knew this better than anyone did. However, one thing she saw now. Morgana defied her power. She didn't consciously do it, but she was forever changing her mind. She was like a storm that couldn't quite decide whether to destroy half of Miami or Hawaii.

Morgana lived so content in the here and now that Luna's future shifted with Morgana tightly wound in it, for the better. Luna had seen her coming. She saw her coming at eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, and many other years but she was glad it was finally this one as she could practice and hone her powers more with such an unpredictable girl within her life, and she knew it would be fun. Morgana was found, and brought into the fold, but she was so very different to what the magical people would have expected and hoped for, and that was all Dumbledore's fault as he tried to control the Incoming Storm, and he hadn't yet came to terms that storms like that were wild and free.

Luna knew that Morgana would be no one's selfless hero as they would want. She wasn't the villain either. If anything, she was the victim who gained the power to stand against her enemies, 'light' or 'dark', and stand as neither of those forces because she was something else entirely. Luna knew that Dumbledore was going to label her as dark and evil and everything, but Luna thought that in the end, maybe everything would work itself out, and she would defeat him. However, the sad part was that most people believed in the old man's nonsensical and unfounded drivel, and believe in his so-called 'Greater Good' with capital G's as if it is a great title all of its own.

Luna's future had changed the moment she finally saw the beautiful Morgana Evans for the first time in person. She was chaos in its purest and most deadly form, and Luna loved that. The Empress of Lightning: Plasma. She made Luna's insides melt with a need she had never felt for another person before let alone another girl.

She saw her shifting future. Paths. Infinite and full of choice. Morgana made Luna's head spin without even knowing. She made her weak in the knees. She saw her love me. She saw her love her. Luna fell in love with her and her other sisters in that moment, unable to suppress those feelings even if she wanted too. She had seen the glimpses of love before, but without the certainty of that love-having Morgana in her life, she could never see the full truth and get to fall in love as she had done seeing her, and having Morgana in her life, finally.

Ginny had watched Morgana on the train platform 9 ¾ with Ginevra. She could not help but love them when she was led into the possibilities. It helped that she already cared very deeply for Ginevra as they were best friends. Now she realised with her power added to theirs they could be even more unstoppable, and that wasn't mentioning other factors if those futures turned out well.

Probability was an amazing thing. It was what her power really saw. It also gave her the foresight to knock it in the direction that suited her most if she needed too. People didn't understand what a seer truly was. Seers were not-unflappable. Nothing was set in stone, not even in prophecy. The future was like a stormy ocean where the water was undiluted time. The closer something was, the more likely it was going to come to fruition. However, even then it was never a certainly, and never would be until it happened, or someone wanted it to happen.

It could take one tiny, insignificant decision for a 'certainly' to become nothing but a 'what could have been'. It proved that the universe was not a simple place. For every possibility there is a timeline where that happened. Maybe seers didn't predict the future, but see through time, space, and reality to all of possibility past, present, and future.

However, now, Luna could see it always, in her mind; in the future. Morgana's lips were on mine like from before on the train, but more, much, much more. Morgana's hands were on Luna's body, making her feel pleasures that were only shadows to her sight, and yet those shadows made her squirm just thinking about them. Her memory was good enough that she could see and feel everything, even her taste.

Her eidetic memory was a curse and a gift. It allowed her to remember all of her visions perfectly. That was why she tried not to look into futures that would scare her. She didn't want to see the bad that likely wouldn't even come to be because they were only non-possibilities to her.

Looking into her future sex-life had been something she refused to do, but here she was forced to and she couldn't wait to feel the real thing, under the covers, in their warm arms. It made her quiver with excitement, but she would have to wait.

When that jerk Malfoy and his minions had made the decision to attack Luna, she ran, fast. Their movements were so ingrained in them that they were easy to run from. She only had one place to run to. She knew that her Empress would save me, and that she was one of the very few who would or could, because Luna knew how cowardly or uncaring so many people could be.

The Empress of Lightning made defeating that oversized oaf look like child's play. Luna wished she could have seen her. The way she had lived. Powerful. Growing up with the need to fight and use her abilities to get what she needed and wanted.

If fools like Dumbledore thought that someone who fought and lived to survive and find her own throne could be domesticated, he had a rude awakening in the future, and Luna looked forward to that very much so. Dumbledore had been the catalyst to who she was now. The powerful girl who may have designs on conquest. Luna couldn't tell yet as it was something-even she didn't know as the future twisted and turned this way and that, and time looked like the uncontrollable mess that Luna always thought it should be.

The Dark or the Light? Morgana was neither. She was both. She was who she was. She was a creation of time. Maybe her powers were a gift. Not from the muggles, but maybe fate. Maybe she was something completely different, something that had no desire to label herself as good or bad, but she just was, and Luna felt that that was good enough for her.

Though, Luna wasn't sure whether she believed in fate anymore. Everything was so random. Her mind was random. She was full of hope because of this. She knew why Dumbledore wanted Morgana at Hogwarts so much. He expected from her what he and no one had the right to ask, and Luna knew that she would never have to give her life or body, or anything to conquer Voldemort, she would bio-drain the megalomaniac dead, and maybe do the same to Dumbledore for good measure.

It was fate. Dumbledore believed in prediction. Luna didn't know what seer he had been playing fancy with, but none were as skilled or gifted as Luna. They may see through time, but they all still believed that it was! They didn't see beyond time as Luna did. She saw through it all like some of the greatest seers on the planet had, like Cassandra, and Delphi. Most – no, all prophets apart from Luna were all weaklings or frauds, trying to make people believe that they carried the blood of their ancestors when the seer genes did not carry down through blood, but could skip centuries worth of descendants, or just never return to that blood, and crop up in new blood like Luna, being a half-blood herself, and she knew there were some muggle-born seers who had some aspect of power even if it was nothing compared to Luna, there children might be the true seers and they were just carriers of something to ensure that they could teach their children something. If the pure-blooded 'seers' (the 'real' ones at least) ever met Morgana, they would be devastated to realise that their 'abilities' were truly useless.

Though, thinking on that, Luna knew her powers were useless in the grand scheme of things. However, she had learnt to use that, see around it. She was sometime too smart for her own good, and she never thought outside of her box because she was sure she never had that box when she was born as her mother before she died had taught her lots about always thinking beyond what she could see, and that sometimes her first sense was wrong.

The future may be ever changing, but I can still see.

Being so close to Morgana, curling up on her lap, taking in her scent. Her scent was like a thunderstorm, beautiful and calming. Luna felt she was safe there. She loved Morgana more than she realised she had. Morgana held Luna in her warmth and she was at peace. She was at home. Wherever she and my present and future sisters were was now her home

Home is with family. She is our family.

Luna had fallen in love all over again, outside of her sight. She had felt weak seeing her beautiful queen in person. She was unable to resist her gentle pull. She could feel her protectiveness. She was dangerous, and dark around the edges, but in her eyes was a light beyond her powers. Morgana Evans was going to be the first ever Magical World Queen. Luna would make that a fact, even if she had to make sure it happened herself, but Morgana Evans would be their empress.

Morgana was gentle inside. She wanted love. She wanted so much. She deserved so much more. She had so much to give. She was kind. Loving. Happy to have her new friends and Luna. Morgana had been through too much because of her people. She deserved to get more in return, as compensation, and as her right of birth.

Though, Luna noticed that Morgana was hateful to 'men' she don't think she hated them, just loved girls, and distrusted, disliked, and didn't find the male of the species attractive. Well, growing up alone in a city riddled with crime, which was mostly organised by men could turn any girl away from wanting much in the way of male relationships.

Luna had felt alone for so long, knowing that she now had what she had never known she had always wanted made her feel happy. She squirmed a little in her seat later, after the wonderful train ride at the Ravenclaw table. She was in the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and it was as interesting as always.

Luna's eyes scanned the teachers table as everyone around her talked and waited for the first years to arrive. Albus Dumbledore was sitting at the table in the centre on a 'throne' as if he was worthy of such a position when the throne belonged to her master. The old man was smiling with twinkling mind-raping eyes, but she could see passed that, and could block him from her head with the simplest of ease, and make him see what she wanted him to, and in his arrogance he was completely clueless.

Looking to the Gryffindor table, Luna saw Ginevra. Her beautiful brown eyes flickered from the head table to her, smirking. Ginevra nodded to Luna's unasked question and she smiled. He really was nervous. This year he had invited a dangerous girl to school, and he was scared of her, and with just cause too.

Luna looked back to the teachers. The table was full except for one seat. McGonagall's seat was empty as usual at the start of the sorting ceremony. However, that was probably because she was dealing with the new first years before she would bring them in.

Professor Sinistra was sitting next to Professor Flitwick, Luna's Head of House. He was a good professor, but she was Luna's favourite. She taught astronomy, and though she was sure the muggles would and could prove lots of her teachings wrong as the magical people were backwards in the sciences she was fun. Luna sometimes got the impression that she knew her teaching was outdated by a long shot, but that she went along with it to keep her job as pureblood morons would want to learn what muggles had discovered.

Yes, she was fun? Not to mention nice to look at. She was the youngest and prettiest teacher in the school. Well she thought so. She thought the new runes teacher was the same age there about, and just as pretty.

In fact, Luna thought that Professor Sinistra was the only teacher anyone could think about 'doing' (except the rune teacher but she was mean to people-but at least she was fair) and not feel sick after, and then going back for more.

Luna blushed as she caught Ginevra giving her a grin; eyes flicking to the caramel skinned woman with a slight moisten of her lips with her tongue in a playful joking manner. Luna was embarrassed as she remembered that Ginevra wasn't suppressing her powers anymore so she was keeping a connection to her best friends, so could feel what Luna was feeling, and for who.

Letting her eyes scan the table more as she looked away from her best friend, Luna caught Sinistra looking at her. She was smiling as always. She had a pretty smile. Luna couldn't help but look away as Sinistra brushed her long dark and smooth hair out of her sparkling dark eyes before the teacher turned back to Professor Sprout; the plump and kind herbology teacher as she was sitting the other side of Sinistra, and they continued their conversation.

Luna could see Hagrid sitting on the end talking almost loud enough that she could hear him to the runology teacher, Professor Anna Rose while she looked bored. Professor Rose was new to the school. She had taken over for runology the year before when the previous teacher was offered another job at the Auror Academy or something.

Professor Rose would be the best looking teacher at school, or at least draw with Sinistra if she let her hair down. She was pale and had her hair platted, then tied, and pinned up around her head as if her white-blonde hair was short. She was slender, and unlike Sinistra who was shapely in all of those curvy ways a girl or guy could want in a woman, she was flat, and narrow. Though, she did have a fair sized bust and sometimes when she smiled it showed how cute she actually was.

Professor Rose didn't wear a dress that showed off like Sinistra. She didn't wear blue or any light and beautiful colours either. She wore black robes that hid her away with cool blue eyes daring anyone to bother her, and promising pain, but Hagrid was dense so probably didn't notice.

She was kind of strict, and didn't actually like people, let alone kids as far as Luna could tell, but sometimes Luna got the impression that it was all hidden lies, but at least she was fair anyway, unlike the greasy haired man sitting next to the new defence teacher glaring at him while said, 'secret' werewolf teacher tried to pretend he wasn't there, smiling anyway.

Luna would have to warn her Lady Plasma about the wolf-man and why he was in the school. Sirius Black. He was friends with him, but not just him, James Potter, Morgana's father. Luna was certain that Morgana would find that interesting news.

Ignoring the new professor Luna looked to the greasy teacher. Professor Severus Snape. Evil piece of ignorant and arrogant turd. Luna couldn't stop the smirk as she saw his immediate future wasn't looking too good. He was going to piss off her Lady and she was going to hurt him. It was about time someone put that turd in his place.

Luna couldn't wait to see the events unfold before her. It would be amusing. Luna knew that Morgana wouldn't let her down with one of these visions. Luna watched Dumbledore looking across the table to Snape, worrying. It seemed as if someone else realised that Snape might not behave and get his ass kicked, and that made things all the more funny, and interesting.

Turning away from them, Luna saw Ginevra looking over and grinning as her eyes flickered to them to show that she saw the amusing sight too. She winked, and made a pouty lip gesture. Luna smiled, holding in a snicker as the new first years finally started walking in.

Luna ignored a few girls from her dorm that were glaring at her as they watched Ginevra and her messing around across tables. They didn't like Ginevra any more than they liked Luna, but that was when something changed. It was something she had never even thought about before, and it surprised her more than anything.

It was hard to keep her eyes from widening. She hadn't expected anything like it. She looked across the table at Cassandra. She was Luna's main tormenter, always stealing her stuff with her friends to hide all over the place to amuse themselves.

She was pretty. She had long brown hair tied back, and glaring silver eyes. Luna could admit that she had always liked the way she looked. Luna had seen her naked while in the showers and changing in their dorms, so she knew about the supple, sweet flesh beneath her school robes.

Luna looked down at herself. She was wearing her school uniform, but hadn't bothered with her robe as it was quite the humid night. She had worn the uniform to the train. She knew that most of the school weren't wearing uniforms under their robes. They had their normal clothes under their robes, but she hadn't the time to find something nice so she grabbed her uniform.

I was running late.

Looking to the first years, Luna could see Morgana looking over at her and smirking. She hadn't even worn a robe over her clothes. She was still wearing a black rippled skirt, hugging her tight butt, hanging halfway down her thighs, and black top hugging her beautiful, perfect form, tightly.

However, Morgana was now wearing a long black coat that was left open, reaching down to the ankles of her black half boots, and thigh high black socks, only leaving a few inches of skin in view on her lightly tanned thighs. Her midnight black hair was tied back, and electric blue glowed lightly in her emerald eyes that were scanning the hall in a brief sweep. Luna had figured out that Morgana's mind was faster than normal, so she could take in everything at unreal speeds.

Morgana's emerald and blue eyes were aimed down a moment later, at a short girl with ruffled wild black hair, framing her sweet little face, half-glaring, half amused as the girl looked up with a wide grin as she was glopped onto Morgana's left arm, holding her hand tightly. Luna was glad Morgana was still making friends.

The little first year was obviously in hero-worship mode with the Empress of Lightning. Luna must have missed something. She couldn't help but wonder what Morgana had done. Then looking at the other little first years, she realised that while a few of them were obviously scared of Morgana, most were looking at her in awe and admiration, especially the girls. It must have been a novel experience for the pureblood girls to meet a powerful girl who took crap from no one.

The sorting was underway before Luna realised it and McGonagall was calling the first years forward. She watched as they dissolved away to their new homes and students at tables applauded where necessary when little Tabitha Lacy; the small first year Morgana had claimed, or who claimed her was called forward to be sorted. By the name she was certainly a muggle-born girl, which made what happened next all the more interesting.

The girl was practically carry-dragged to the front and Morgana annoyed McGonagall as she snatched the hat and plopped it on the girls head. Certainly a muggle-born. She was surprised. More so as the hat said that one word that caused the hall to pause and gasps to spread throughout.

"SLYTHERIN!"

Tabitha was frightened and embarrassed as she pulled the hat off her head, but left the hat behind as she was encouraged by a pissed off looking empress to take her seat. Morgana was glaring, even at teachers for daring to act like that. It was racist. It showed they didn't think muggle-born children could have ambition or be cunning.

Losers!

Soon it was Morgana's turn.

"Potter, Morgana-," McGonagall read off a huge scroll of names before she paused, looking up at Morgana, as she looked so cold. Luna couldn't help but gulp, but it had been done. The whole school was quiet looking at Morgana as if she was even more fascinating than just the disrespectful girl who did not wear her school robes.

"I mean. Morgana Evans!" the Deputy Headmistress corrected and Luna could see her scrubbing something out and writing on the scroll. She had obviously been on autopilot. She could see her annoyed frown as she looked up at Dumbledore. He was looking down, amused with the 'slip' as he obviously messed with her scroll.

Morgana rolled her eyes as she stood, pulling on the hat. She must have been speaking to it for a moment when she adjusted it so she could see.

"Gryffindor!" the hat roared out. Luna was surprised by this. If anything, she would have considered her a Slytherin or Ravenclaw. Did the Headmaster use some spells on the hat? She wouldn't have put anything passed that crazy old man.

However, a moment after the Gryffindor table applauded in glee at having the famous Girl-Who-Lived at their table they shut up. Even Ginevra had looked as if she was surprised by the house choice. But she had known her longest so knew without a doubt that Morgana would have liked Gryffindor House.

"Hufflepuff!"

The hall had gone even quieter than when the idiots realised that the Girl-Who-Lived had been found and invited to Hogwarts.

"Ravenclaw!"

It was quite awing that Morgana was planning the improbable. To prove to the masses of idiots that one person can amass all of the house traits in spades, and then some more. That the houses were just a symbol of idiocy and competition that she could crush with ease.

"Slytherin!"

Luna could almost laugh as she heard gasps of horror coming from the Gryffindor table. That made her smile though. It was likely the Gryffindors that were like Ginevra's brother, Ron. Black and white. Nothing else. No other colours. No other possibilities.

Wondering what the black and white brigade would think of a girl in Gryffindor and Slytherin should have been amusing, but it hurt her head thinking about it more than anything had.

"I heard she has freaky powers!"

The rumours started flying as people spoke up, whispering over the quiet as Morgana pulled off the hat, grinning as if her job was well done. It was. Luna supposed that her job was more than well done. Defying moronic views and stereotypes in the wizarding world deserved a sainthood.

"I hear she controls lightning!"

"Someone said she's going evil!"

"Well she did manage to trick the hat into letting her join all four houses!"

"I heard she sucked the life out of a dementor, murdering it!"

"Why would the Girl-Who-Lived be in Slytherin?! Even if she is in the other houses too?! I thought a muggle-born going to Slytherin was wrong! This is stupid! She should just be in Gryffindor!"

"She's dangerous!"

"I wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of her!"

Luna tuned out the idiots, smirking as she looked to Dumbledore. He was pale and it was obvious that he was in shock. It amused her, and by the look of Morgana, it amused her even more. Luna thought it was a long while since someone was duel sorted. Even then. Luna didn't think anyone had ever been in all of the houses.

Morgana placed the hat down and Luna wasn't paying attention to where she would sit so she was surprised that Morgana took the empty seat next to her. Morgana smiled and took Luna's hand under the table, giving it a squeeze. Luna held her hand in return, ignoring the other girls opposite as they glared at her while the sorting continued.

"Why would you sit next to her, Potter?!" Cassandra demanded as soon as the feast appeared on the tables and everyone started talking about what happened during the sorting.

"Evans," she corrected with a 'sweet' smile. "You must be Cassy! My Luna told me all about this hot bitch who has no manners or respect!" she said, amused as Cassandra's eyes widened and cheeks stained red. "Listen up bitch. Tonight I have my little Shortcake to protect from all of them racist fucks.

"So, I can't stay over and teach you and your little friends how to be good little girls," she said leaning over the table, eyes sparkling blue, which caused Cassandra to flinch. "But tomorrow evening. You'll all belong to me. So be nice to my adorable Luna and I might be nice in return. Otherwise. I will cause… well. I'll leave that to your imagination!"

She then turned to Luna from Cassandra and her friends, leaving them pale and fearful. "Sorry Luna sweetie. I would love to hang with you tonight and put your…" she trailed to a quick pause, eyes flickering to Cassandra, and that caused the beautiful yet mean girl to grimace.

"I'm afraid I have to teach the Slytherin morons their place," she continued, ignoring Cassandra, returning full attention to Luna. "I can't let my Shortcake deal with it alone. She's so small. It wouldn't feel right," she said, letting go of her hand and cuddling her for a few moments before pulling back.

"That's okay My Empress!" Luna quickly replied, smiling at her most favourite person with all the love and admiration she could. "I understand. They're foolish humans. They need to learn their place before they earn your wrath by hurting someone you care about."

"Hey, look at that grease ball loser!" she said gesturing to Snape. Luna could almost burst out laughing as he was ranting with rage at the old Headmaster while the Headmaster looked small and sick.

However, looking down the teachers, Professor Sinistra was looking over at us with a smirk, winking, amused with the whole thing? Luna could see that even Professor Rose looked their way. She looked livelier, and for once interested in things going on around her.

"Well anyway, babes. I have to go!" Morgana said, smiling. "This place is really dangerous. I had to kill a giant octopus I found attacking Shortcake and me in the lake. It was huge, but don't worry Luna. I fried it. It won't trouble anyone ever again."

Luna now realised what Hagrid was so animated about which was boring Professor Rose. The giant squid. She should have paid closer attention as Hagrid looked quite sad. He was probably all-buddy with that giant sea monster.

"Y-you killed the…?" Cassandra interrupted, paler than before as she looked at Morgana, gulping more. Luna could see it in her eyes. She finally saw the danger she was in, but Luna was certain that she would have forgotten soon, trying to convince herself, she was wrong.

Idiot!

Morgana shrugged as she stood, kissing Luna's cheek and walking away, to the Slytherin table. Luna blushed a little as Cassandra and her friends looked at her, but they were uncertain, even a little scared, and it made Luna's heart pound in her chest as she looked at her future with Cassandra.

However, a moment later, Luna diverted her attention away from them and to the Slytherin table where Tabitha was. Morgana sat next to the small first year girl. The small muggle born first year looked relieved, smiling up at her protector as some of the other Slytherins looked away, stopping the glare 'attack'.

The poor first year looked like a nervous wreck before. However, now Morgana served them both some food while ignoring the heated glares for a moment. At least, the other girls from their train compartment were with them for some civilised conversation.

Then after placing some chicken drumsticks on their plates the platter and rest of the chicken flew, smashing into the head of a particularly ugly Slytherin boy. He flew out of his chair with a cry of pain, landing on the floor unconscious with blood pooling from his broken nose.

"Too many morons in the world, Shortcake!" Morgana commented, and since everyone in the hall had quietened in shock, they could clearly hear every word. "Bastards like him should learn some manners!" she said not noticing the irony in lacking manners herself, not that Luna would ever complain. Her feralness was what added to her beautiful charm.

Morgana didn't even move as Luna watched as the greasy jerk, Snape had charged up from the teachers table and drew his wand in glee. Morgana hadn't even moved much as she turned and stabbed the man in his wand hand with a fork, making him drop his 'weapon'.

Snape cried out in pain, more so when Morgana twisted before she used another food platter and knocked him out with it, letting him drop to the floor unconscious.

She shrugged while grinning at Tabitha while she looked at her in awe. Finding a new fork, she continued with her dinner while the other teachers looked to be arguing over who was going to head over to reprimand the girl and give her detention while clearing away the downed teacher and student.

The hall was quiet as Professor Flitwick snuck close and Morgana let him take away Snape and the Slytherin boy while Professor Rose stood coldly behind her.

Morgana turned her head, eyes sparking with blue electricity. However, Professor Rose didn't mention anything. Her cool silver eyes scanned over the girl, apprising her, maybe even admiring her with a slight hunger in her cool eyes.

"Miss. Evans," she spoke coolly, using the name Morgana preferred so Luna took that as a good-ish sign that the Professor was showing some respect, and wasn't a minion of Dumbledore. "Twenty points from all four houses!" she said. That startled everyone as that didn't do anything to the point count as it kept everyone level at eighty points a house rather than the starting one-hundred.

"You shall also be serving a detention with me next Friday after classes," she continued coolly. "You are not to dawdle and get dinner. Do you understand?"

Morgana rose an eyebrow and Luna feared for the teachers continued life as a smirk aligned the girls' lips. "You best hope it isn't a waste of my time bitch or I'm going to fry you up and feed you to the next monster I meet!"

The woman didn't make comment for a moment before a small smirk lit her lips. "I can assure you. I do not like time wasting either, Miss. Evans," she said before her expression went blank again and she returned to the teachers table.

It was only a glare Professor Rose sent, but everyone got the message and everything returned to some normal.

Professor Rose was worse than Snape sometimes, except that she was actually fair with students, even though she was a Slytherin when she had been at school.

Slytherins hated her more than they hated any other teacher because of that. She wanted to become Head of Slytherin House. Luna had seen glimpses of what would happen. She would have sorted them out. Straightened the house out of its idiocy. She wouldn't allow them all of the bastardised leeway that Snape insisted giving them, and everything would neaten out and actually be pleasant after several years. Sure it would have taken time, but everything worthwhile took time.

Luna couldn't quite see what Professor Rose had in store for Morgana, but she was curious. The Professor was a very smart woman. She knew Morgana meant it when she threatened her. She may not cook her, but that didn't mean she wouldn't do something the same as she did to Snape, or maybe worse even.

Professor Rose had to be up to something. Luna would normally get a feel for it if someone was trying to cause someone close to her pain. She would have seen it if she meant harm. That left Luna more curious than ever. She had to figure this out, but it looked like she wouldn't figure it out until Morgana told them next week.

Dinner ended sooner than normal when Dumbledore stood to make announcements. He went on about the dementors guarding the school. He told them how dangerous they could be if given reason. However, Luna saw him looking to Morgana. She knew he knew that she was the most dangerous thing at the school.

After he had finish babbling everyone was dismissed. Luna would have liked to have talked with Ginevra as she saw her in the Gryffindor crowd, smirking at her.

She waved bye and was soon out of sight.

Luna sighed as she slowly took the route back to her common room. They were told to give the first years a few minutes head start. So Luna ended up by herself as she headed up to her tower, in no real hurry when she was surprised to see to see Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, Flitwick, and Sinistra blocking her progress towards her tower.

The last was smiling at her.

"P-Professors?" Luna asked, curious.

"Miss. Lovegood," Dumbledore greeted with a smile. "We were wondering whether we could have a quick word," he suggested, gesturing behind him where a beet red Cassandra stood trying to hide as Luna realised she had 'grassed' and didn't like that she had been dragged along as she was embarrassed and ashamed by her actions.

"Why, of course Professor Dumbledore!" Luna readily agreed as she put on her best innocent smile while hiding her truest thoughts.

"Miss. Kayden says that your friend Morgana Potter threatened her," he said, smiling with twinkle mind rape eyes.

Luna shook her head. "Morgana Evans," she corrected on behalf of her Lady, "and no… not really. Morgana is my very good friend. She was just looking out for me. Cassandra has been picking on me, stealing my stuff and hiding it to make fun of me because I'm smarter than her. She was jealous. Morgana was just sticking up for me."

"I see-," he replied, uncertain.

"So do I!" Flitwick turned to Cassandra with a frown while she paled further. "I do not like bullying, Miss. Kayden. It is never nice, no matter who you are! I commend Miss. Evans for sticking up for her friend. Friendships must be cherished. Ten points from Ravenclaw! Unless perhaps it has been a misunderstanding?" he said but she just looked away more ashamed than ever as she realised that she had been a bitch to Luna while Luna didn't ever deserve that, but-.

"Then I guess everything has been sorted out!" Dumbledore said with a brighter smile. "Professor Sinistra wanted to talk to you Miss. Lovegood, so we'll leave her to walk with you to your dorm," he said turning to Cassandra. "You can hurry on ahead, understand?"

"Y-yes Professor!" she stuttered out, hurrying ahead while the other three teachers left Luna and Sinistra behind to walk by themselves.

"Now Luna," Sinistra said, smirking. "I'm curious about our Mistress Morgana. Why don't you enlighten me about that beautiful creature, just a little!" she begged in eagerness.

Well, Luna was not expecting that, but it could do well to have a teacher bowing before her-their Empress of Lightning.

to be continued…