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Electric Revolution

Chapter 9

Welcome to Shortcake City

Morgana found herself frowning in annoyance as she looked at the tiny and flimsy boats Lard-ass wants the new first years; herself included with the midgets to ride in, over the deep dark lake to school. They did not look very safe even though Lard-ass said they were. His lard ass was actually sitting in one. How the fuck was it still floating? Morgana would have expected it to sink with just a look from him.

She would have had her reservations as she cautiously stepped into one, and taking a seat while lounging back. It felt more secure than it looked. It was probably something to do with magic. She took note that she was waiting that most of the boats had been full while little first years waited for her to reluctantly get in her own tiny boat. However, she was not the only one waiting while dubious about her safety. There was one abnormally tiny girl with wild black hair framing her pretty little face still on the bank looking as if she was about to have a nervous breakdown.

The tiny girl was standing by Morgana's boat and she saw her problem. Morgana's boat was the only one left with any space. Maybe she was nervous because of Morgana. She could not help but sight as she opened her legs and pat the spot between her legs for her to sit.

"Hey, Shortcake!" Morgana yelled in annoyance. She startled and looked at her in surprise, her soft hazel eyes almost tearing as she saw where Morgana was gesturing for her to sit. It was not as if Morgana wanted to sit up any differently; lounging was quite the hobby of hers when given the opportunity.

"If I have to ride in this thing then so do you," Morgana commanded, frustrated. "Hurry up or I'll have to drag your tiny little tosh in here with me. Now get in Shortcake. I'm a little hungry, and waiting for you is boring."

Morgana watched the girl as she took a few terrified breaths before stepping into her boat and sitting down between her legs. "I-I don't like boats," she whimpered as Morgana pulled her to lean comfortably against her chest so she could see over her.

The boats started moving across the water of their own accord once she settled and relaxed a little, as she realised the boats were not going to sink. They headed towards the deep silhouette of the castle. Morgana did not think too much of it, but she supposed as creepy castles went it was cool.

"Don't be such a cry-baby Shortcake," Morgana told the small first year, laughing while she glare-pouted with her little arms folded, but at least she felt comfortable enough to lean back on Morgana to get comfortable.

"My name is Tabitha!" she whinged, pouty.

"And you can call me Morgana, or… I suppose, Plasma," she replied in amusement and noticed, looking over her shoulder that she was going to ask her something. Tabitha jumped as Morgana lit sparks between her fingers in front of her face. "That's why my sweet little Shortcake."

Tabitha stuck out her tongue in a cute childish manner, turning her head to Morgana so she could see the adorable action. Morgana could not help but laugh because she could see Tabitha was-awed by her little demonstration anyway.

"So what house are you in?" Tabitha asked after a few moments of silence.

"I don't know yet Shortcake," she replied, amused. "I'll be a first year until Christmas when I'll be fast tracked to second year… the idiots only just found me… what house do you think you'll be in?" she asked her to keep up the conversation.

"Oh. I don't know," she answered with a sweet pout as she was getting snuggly in Morgana's arms. "I hope Gryffindor though because the lady who showed me around to get my stuff for Hogwarts said that muggle-borns are best suited for Gryffindor. She said I should pray I'm not a Slytherin because they are evil and hate… mudbloods."

Morgana frowned, annoyed, and even disgusted, as she knew that was far from the truth about all of them at least, and rolled her eyes; not that she could not agree somewhere along the road. Having Slytherin friends, she knew that some of them were evil, but not all of them. Well evil-ish would be a better way to describe them. They were mostly following their idiotic parents' example, and never getting a clue for themselves.

"Listen and Listen good Shortcake," Morgana said seriously a moment later. She nodded her head quickly as she turned in her arms, looking at her in rapt attention, as she was her senior and she wanted to learn everything she could, even if Morgana was a little rude, she was nice too. "Don't listen to any of those asses because they're lying just because they want you to hate Slytherin.

"They're just kids like you and me. If they are bad, it is because their parents have taught them that bull shit. Then people like this woman 'teaching' nice people like you to hate them. This gives them no choice but to follow in their parents footsteps and be bad or dark, or whatever.

"Even then, there are Slytherins that pretend to be 'bad' so that the ones who really are bad do not try to hurt them. You be who you are Shortcake, and do not worry. Not one bit. If you are in Slytherin and some bad jerks try to hurt you, I will break them in two.

"The world needs visionaries. Brave people able to break the mould," she said, stroking her sweet little cheek between her fingers. She quivered with the contact, looking into Morgana's eyes. "Don't you worry, now Shortcake? Not when you have me to protect you. I have a cunning plan. I will be able to go anywhere you can.

"You'll be a brave girl for me won't you?" Morgana asked her, and she gulped, captured by Morgana's emerald green eyes, lost. "You'll go into Slytherin won't you?" she asked her and she nodded her head readily. "Yes… ambition, huh?" she asked her cheekily, and she blushed sheepishly. "A muggle-born in Slytherin. It would be the ultimate bitch-slap to all of those purest filth."

"Y-yes," she agreed, cheeks aflame nodding her head readily.

Morgana was contemplating kissing her cheek for a moment as she had gained her little heart. Tabitha was likely scared and uncertain before meeting Morgana and she took her into her care without a second thought. Morgana knew what it was like to be scared, she wanted to help Tabitha whereas no one had been able to help her – well maybe, except the woman, the woman who gave her power no matter that it was accidental.

However, it was a brief moment later when something disturbed the water, startling them. Shortcake screeched in terror as a huge black tentacle broke the water's surface.

Tabitha was on Morgana's lap, curled up and shaking, hugging her tightly around the waist in a brief flash. Morgana was quick to move, holding the small girl she moved forward to her knees, holding her tightly. She focused her energy, reaching out with her right hand the Dark Lake was-lit with an electric field.

Tabitha looked round in awe as the monster octopus lurched out of the water in pain. First years screamed as it roared out in agony, pieces of it exploding before Morgana stopped and everything went quiet with the monster floating on top of the water, dead. It twitched with its death, and Morgana felt her little Shortcake relax in relief.

Morgana sighed herself, relief flooding her veins, as the monster was dead. She had not really thought that coming to Hogwarts would mean rescuing first years from monsters. She could see all the other first years staring at her. Some of them looked like Morgana was their newest hero while some looked like she was the villain.

"Dam, the school should be more careful," Morgana said to her adorable little sister, Tabitha. She was cute, and tangled in her school robe as she cuddled with her, in her arms. She was still shivering a little with fear. The poor thing being a muggle-born had never had to see such a horror before, but all was right as Morgana saw to getting rid of the beast for her.

Morgana let her eyes scan the other boats as first year started whispering to each other in excitement. Her eyes trailed over Lard-ass as he was staring off into space looking lost as if he tried to see the dead octopus as we passed and it was lost in the black void of night.

They carried on to the docks into the grotto of the lower castle. Morgana climbed out carrying Shortcake in her arms. She placed her on her small pink trainer covered feet, let her glomp her left arm, and hold her hand. The other first years climbed out with them, excited, nervous and other things in-between.

Morgana looked to Hagrid but he did not seem like he was getting up right away. There was only one door leading into the castle so Morgana led the first years up to it. She gave it a shove but it would not budge. She thought that explained Hagrid with his super strength. Though, for a guy with his strength he sure was a pansy.

Frowning Morgana lashed out with her right foot, kicking the door. It made a loud bang and cracked a little of the wood, but the wooden door was too solid for her to kick open like that. She would have to put more oomph into it.

However, a moment later a dark skinned young woman pulled the door open when Morgana had rose her leg higher, knee bent in for more force to give it another go, showing her her white panties. Morgana was surprised her that the woman's eyes lingered between her legs for a little longer than she would have expected. She liked that about her.

Morgana lowered her leg as the woman smiled at them, yes lingering a little longer on Morgana before she spoke. "Hello first years. Professor McGonagall will be with us shortly, but I offered to come and greet the new first years… this… what is wrong with Hagrid?" she began, but asked the last as she looked round to see him in his boat still, staring off into space.

"Miss. Morgana killed this giant octopus that attacked us!" Shortcake was eager to tell her. "She was all, sparks flying, and the octopus was dead. I don't know why Mr. Hagrid isn't working anymore."

"Hagrid!" Sinistra called out, startling him. He looked to her, confused. "Pull yourself together and get to the Great Hall. The sorting will start soon," she said before turning back to the new students. "Okay. I'm Professor Aurora Sinistra, and I teach astronomy," she introduced herself. "Come along now," she said, stroking back her long, smooth, dark hair, smiling at Morgana before leading them into the castle.

Morgana could not help but admire the curves on the teacher. Her dress curved around her beautiful figure, and great rear. She could tell when someone was coming on to her, but a teacher – now that was something new.

Cool.

Sinistra led them to an antechamber, smiling at Morgana with sparkling dark eyes, and leaving them alone for a while. Soon the deputy headmistress came in from wherever she had been, to collect them, carrying a ratty old hat and a small three-legged stool.

Tabitha was glaring cutely at Morgana as they entered the Great Hall. Morgana rose an eyebrow in question, half-glaring, and half-smiling. Tabitha could not hold her cheeks together as they puffed out with silent giggles. Her hand tightening in Morgana's and she squashed herself into her arm with a content sigh.

They were lining up at the front of the hall where McGonagall left the small three-legged stool with the hat on top of it, and stood to face us as she pulled a huge scroll from inside her robes.

The hat sang a song, but it could not hold a tune at all, and Morgana was glad when it had finished and the first years were called forth to be sorted. Staring at the weird selection of teachers was boring as she rolled her eyes, Morgana felt as if it was like something from a bad fantasy TV show.

Three of them had tried using some kind of mind reading on her from what Morgana could tell from that feeling on or in her head. The headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. He stopped as soon as he realised he was not getting anywhere, and that she could feel the intrusion. His 'attack' was light and did not bother her all that much.

However, the grease ball at the table. His attack was like a battering ram. It smashed against Morgana's brain, trying to tear away her thoughts, and her memories, but he did not get in and gave up as her eyes started sparking and the headmaster gave the man a warning look. She knew it must have been some kind of polarised magnetic ability that foiled them, as that had all kind of effectiveness on everything from the muscles to electronic, so why not the brain too, in a positive way.

Then there was a blonde woman. Her 'probe' was light and gentle. It was obvious that she was not trying to enter Morgana's head. She was different. No. she was trying to get a sense of who she was. However, she let up after a few moments with a slight quirk of her lips as she realised she was getting nowhere and that seemed to amuse and please her.

Morgana guessed it paid off more than just helping with her powers to learn meditation techniques so that she was the only person allowed in her own head.

"Lacy, Tabitha!" McGonagall finally called after the silly song, and others had finished their sorting. Morgana looked away from the three teachers. She could deal with Dumbledore. He was smart enough to be subtle, but the grease ball. She wanted to pound him into the ground. The woman? She wasn't even trying to get into her head, so she would let that go completely, plus if she smiled and let her hair down, wore some hot, and tight muggle clothes she would be smoking hot… more smoking hot.

Morgana smiled at Shortcake as she was suddenly terrified, paling. She felt sorry for her as she guided her up front; prying her off her arm, she sat her down on the stool and popped the hat onto her head, ignoring McGonagall, as she looked annoyed that Morgana was interfering with her job of doing that as she had to with a couple other first years so far.

The hall went deathly quiet as the hat called out her house moments later. Morgana could not help but grin proudly at her little Shortcake as she nervously pulled off the hat, looking at Morgana for reassurance. She gave her a nod and a smile, gesturing for her to go and sit at her table. Tabitha quickly hurried off, and when Morgana give her a look, Tracey was eager to get Tabitha to sit with her, leaving a space between Tabitha and Daphne, expecting Morgana to soon join them as they knew that only she could protect the shortcake.

The hall whispered a little about the muggle-born Slytherin. It was as if they could not believe a muggle-born could have ambition or cunning. Morgana had an amusing plan forming in her head that would give her the upper hand over anyone else at Hogwarts. She found it difficult not to spread an evil grin across her lips.

"Potter, Morgana-!" McGonagall read off the huge scroll she had on autopilot. She paused. Looking up at Morgana, she gave her her coldest look. The hall had gone quieter than when Morgana's muggle-born had-been sorted into Slytherin.

However, McGonagall was quick to correct the error, scrubbing it out on the scroll and correcting it while glaring up at Dumbledore. Morgana looked up at him sitting on his throne looking like the smug bastard he was.

"I mean Morgana Evans!" the deputy headmistress called out but the damage was-done. Morgana was annoyed but she stepped up and placed the hat on her head. She did not feel like trying her luck sitting on the stool. That would be humiliating if it broke.

"Hmm…"

It was a soft mumble in her ear. She could almost not hear it. It was the hat. It made her smile. It must not be able to get into her mind. That was interesting. That was useful to know. It would help her keep her secrets from it since Dumbledore could not enter directly either.

"All of them," Morgana mumbled out under her breath, but she got the impression the hat heard her.

Morgana waited a moment. "Ambitious thing aren't you," the hat replied. "Power. You have it so far beyond a mere mage. Change the world. Girl of Lightning! Save it from itself!"

The hat paused and she lifted it off her eyes to see the reactions when it suddenly called out.

"Gryffindor!"

The hall seemed to stop holding its collective breath for a moment as the Gryffindors started cheering out in glee. Morgana looked over and winked at Tabitha, as she looked at her, horrified, but her horror only lasted a few moments.

Even Ginny was surprised. She believed Morgana would be a Ravenclaw or Slytherin. This was going to be amusing. She let her eyes reach the teachers, scanning the two hot women, the pale one looked as if she hated how boring the world was, while Morgana believed, Sinistra knew something different was going to happen.

Then it did.

"Hufflepuff!"

The applause cut off like a knife. The look on faces was the most amusing in a long while. Dumbledore looked as if he was not sure what was going on, and Sinistra grinned at Morgana while the other young teacher was then showing interest.

However, the fun was not over with just two schoolhouses. Morgana was much too fun to have just two, and the hat was finally enjoying itself as it met someone interesting after so many mundane and boring children.

"Ravenclaw!"

The hall somehow managed to get quieter. At least Morgana's sisters were finding the whole thing amusing with a few other people around the hall, rather than gawking like fish.

Then it came the gasps of shock and horror.

"Slytherin!"

Morgana pulled the hat off as she heard some whispers.

"I heard she has freaky powers!"

"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!"

Morgana looked to the teachers table. Dumbledore looked sick. She shrugged as she made her way to the Ravenclaw table, sitting next to Luna as she smiled at her. She took her hand under the table, squeezing it in reassurance as the rest of the sorting continued and finished and they waited before they could talk.

"Why would you sit next to her, Potter?!"

Morgana was startled as she looked at the brunette girl. She was pretty. With cool grey eyes, but she seemed to be a bitch with a secret self-hatred problem. It was just obvious that the girl was not a fan of herself with the way her eyes were cool and uncaring. She likely felt different to her spoken thoughts as lots of people tended to hide their true thoughts behind bitchiness.

"Evans!" Morgana corrected automatically with a 'sweet' smile as the hall started talking about the craziness going on. She was not too surprised that Dumbledore did not let any grease ball, much alone himself bitch at her house choice. "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, her cheeks blushing at the compliment as her eyes briefly flickered to Luna.

Morgana did not think Luna noticed that bit, but it was a revelation. Morgana was not going to say anything quite yet because it would be fun teaching this girl and her two friends how to treat her Luna with love and respect.

"Listen up bitch," she continued in her best 'sweet' yet highly dangerous voice. "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 paused here to lean over the table, eying them across the food, "but tomorrow evening," she continued on, smirking. "You'll all belong to me. So be nice to my adorable Luna and I might be nice in return. Otherwise…" she let her eyes spark and they took that as a threat, gulping. "I will cause… well. I'll leave that to your imagination!"

Morgana turned from Cassandra and her blonde and brown haired friends, dismissing them, and leaving them pale and fearful. "Sorry Luna sweetie. I would love to hang with you and your… tonight …," she said, trailing off with her eyes flickering to Cassandra to see the grimace. "However, I'm afraid I have to teach the Slytherin morons their place," she said, turning back to Luna. "I can't let my Shortcake deal with it alone. She was so small. It wouldn't feel right," she finished, letting go of her hand and giving her a quick cuddle before pulling back with a smile.

"That's okay My Empress!" she quickly replied, smiling at Morgana in love and admiration. "I understand. They were foolish humans. They need to learn their place before they earn your wrath by hurting someone you care about."

Morgana smiled when she noticed something amusing happening at the teachers table. She had already been told about the most useless teacher of the school. Severus Snape. The Potion 'teacher'. The bastard who had never heard of subtlety when he abuses his position to torment students, but then Dumbledore did not care and the other teachers followed Lore of Dumbledore.

"Hey look at that grease ball loser," she chose to point out while snickering. Luna looked. Her cheeks puffed out with suppressed laughter. The headmaster looked sick as he tried to brush the man away as he got a rage-full earful by the man, pointing to Shortcake and Morgana in turn.

Racist filth!

"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 do not worry Luna. I fried it. It won't trouble anyone ever again."

"Y-you killed the…?" Cassandra interrupted, paler than before as she looked at Morgana in horror.

She shrugged as she stood and kissed Luna's cheek before heading away to the Slytherin table. She took the space between Tabitha and Daphne with a smile as she started loading up food on hers, and Shortcakes plates, and some juice for the both of them.

There were still many idiots glaring at Tabitha, and now Morgana so she did the only thing that made sense. She picked up a large platter of chicken drumsticks, picking out the biggest and ugliest glarer and threw it like a Frisbee. It whacked him in the head with a yell of pain he was-thrown out of his seat and to the floor, out cold.

Tabitha looked more at ease, as other rude jerks quickly looked away, grimacing. Morgana wondered whether they were reminded of the woman, she was named after and how awesome she was.

The hall had gotten quiet as they looked to her in awe and horror. They had heard all of the rumours about Morgana and still they were surprised when some of them rumours were true.

I am dangerous!

"Too many morons in the world, Shortcake," Morgana commented, off-hand. Her Slytherin-girls' cheeks bulged as she tried not to laugh. "Bastards like him should learn some manners!"

Yes. I did see the irony, as I did not practice what I preach. That was a part of my awesomeness.

It was just a few moments later when Morgana sensed him before he got close, but the moment he was in range, she grabbed her fork, span and stabbed Severus Snape in his wand hand, causing him to drop his wand. He cried out in pain before she grabbed another platter and buckled it on his head, knocking him out.

Morgana shrugged as she grinned at Tabitha, grabbing a new fork. Tabitha looked at Morgana in awe as she started eating her dinner. She copied suit a moment later, and Morgana let the tiny teacher take Snape and the Slytherin boy away when she turned to see the good-looking young woman in black robes with white-blonde hair in a plat pulled up around her head behind her, but she wasn't being threatening.

"Miss. Evans," she said with her deep blue eyes staring into Morgana's emerald green. At least she showed her some respect by not calling her, 'Potter'. "Twenty points from all four houses," she said, surprising everyone, as that did not do anything to house tallies. If it was that Snape jerk. He would have likely took from the other three only, even in front of other teachers, and most of them would have let him.

"You shall be serving 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 as she thought about it. She did not mind. Maybe she could flirt some obedience into her. "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!" Morgana would not actually kill her, but she could threaten, and hurt her in other ways.

The woman did not 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.

I could get to like her.

After the feast Dumbledore made what Morgana guessed was his normal start of year speech (modified slightly), about the dangers inside the castle (he looked at Morgana here and she smirked), and the dangers outside the castle, which were soul sucking monsters any competent headmaster or government would never allow near a school no matter what the circumstances'. It just went to show the level of non-common-sense the magical world had, or at least magical UK.

Therefore, after the old bastard bored them to near death with his babble they were dismissed and Morgana followed the nervous Slytherin prefects with her Shortcake, as they called for first years to follow them.

Morgana smiled a little, as the rest of the house (minus Felicity, Tracy, and Daphne) appeared to flee as fast as they could, which was disappointingly slow. She had almost forgotten that Hogwarts did not have PE so they were bound to be unfit with the laziness magic would create. She would be sure to get some equipment from somewhere so that she could make sure her girls toned up their supple young bodies so that they could kick butt. She was sure that magic got stronger, or easier to control the stronger the body if it was anything like her lightning based powers, and she wanted and needed strong Wiccan to stand by her side.

They were led into the dungeons (Shortcake was now hanging onto Morgana's right arm), and up to a blank looking wall before the prefects said the password and it opened up for them to enter into a warm green and black common room.

Morgana was not really paying attention as the prefects went on about some crap as her attention was-drawn to the three huge boys sneaking up on her.

She moved fast prying Shortcake off. She pushed her into Daphne before spinning around and catching one boy with a left boot to the nuts. His watering eyes widened as he bent over squealing as a huge crack reverberated throughout the common room. Morgana smirked smugly and hopped up with her right foot taking his face with a roundhouse knocking him out with blood spilling to the floor. That did not make her other attackers elude confidence, but rather doubt and concern.

Morgana did not stop to admire her handiwork as her left fist sparked with blue and crashed into another guys face. She could hear the bone crack as he cried out dropping to his knees holding his face as blood pooled out from between his fingers and he was balling. She knocked him flying and out cold with thunder shockwave as she kicked him into the far wall, cracking brick, he slid down and he would be feeling that for months.

She grinned viciously as she jumped up with static thrusters in her palms with tongues of blue electricity rolling around her powerful body, lighting her as the rest of the common room could only marvel in fascination or terror at the goddess before them.

Morgana was more dangerous than any of the rumours eluded too, and many of them made notes to either stay clear of her, stay on her good side, or find some way to side with her even if that was against their parents and the Dark Lord. After all, they had strong self-preservation instincts drilled into them by their families and they did not want Morgana killing them.

Other Slytherins would keep out of her way and bide their time before choosing sides if the Dark Lord would ever return to see what they could get. Then there were those who were so stupid, or with such giant egos that they would piss the goddess off again very soon no doubt. Or some would try their luck, just to see, just in case, but they would likely see sense whereas others wouldn't and make a choice based on that observation, if they survived the encounter, but she didn't seem like she was going to needlessly kill, just like that, yet at least as she had to deal with Dumbledore.

Morgana was levitating above them all as she sensed more boys coming to attack from behind. She did one backflip to increase her height as she glowed, flipping round her boots touched the ceiling with masses of building electricity spiralling over her body as she shot down, bending her knees she pushed off from the ceiling, and boom the whole room shook.

Where she landed the ground beneath her hands and feet caved slightly, shattering as thunder boomed and a blue shockwave spread out around her catching all of her aggressors and throwing them back to the ground. She made sure that all that happened to anyone else was the numbing of her after shock as tables exploded to splinters.

The boys were crying in pain as Morgana stood from her crouch, sparking along her perfect skin with emerald eyes glowing with blue light she was a menacing sight. The other boys had been knocked-out from what she could tell as her eyes scanned around the room and any boy or girl for that matter who had previously thought about challenging her placed their wands away taking steps back and dropping to their knees with their heads lowered in submission.

"Try that shit again!" she whisper deathly quiet, but they could all hear her, and the Slytherins on their hands and knees were quivering. "Or you come near my Shortcake or any of my girls with bad intentions again! I'll burn your flesh off before leaving you to die in a pit of salt."

Morgana was pleased with all of the flinches, and glad they understood how painful their deaths would actually be. "But keep this new act up, and maybe we can work together, for something… more interesting," she said before she walked passed her fallen and knelling foes, "come along Shortcake," she said as she allowed her eyes to soften, and the glow faded away while the sparks stopped as she reach out her left hand. She was quick to except as she looked at Morgana in admiration.

Morgana had half expected to have scared the poor girl with her display of power, but Slytherin house had become rotten somewhere, likely stemming from people like Voldemort and Dumbledore, a combination of 'good intentions' gone awry, and the hate and vengeance of the dark and betrayed. It seemed TV-ish style prison-house-rules applied to the house. Now Morgana was the biggest bad Slytherin house had ever known, and she would keep it that way.

Morgana was quick to gesture for her fellow first year girls to go upstairs first before following up behind them. They were eager to leave with her after what they saw. It was odd, but most of them were raised in traditional ways so they must have realised that to be offered protection from the powerful girl was something to quickly accept and relish in that kind of freedom from following one of the many other groups within the school.

Following a girl was a bonus to many them as that was an unlikely thing as the magical world didn't have that much, if any respect for girls these days, going backwards from how the muggles had equal rights amendments and laws that they never used to. Now, men like Dumbledore tried stripping such rights from witches to keep the control he had stolen over people who could have stood up against him, being more 'Slytherin' than anyone. But as with all things-that could change, and Dumbledore could always meet his match-no-superior eventually, and that match-that-superior was going to be their new queen. The clever little first years, or more knowledgeable from their family teachings (half of them at least) weren't the only girls, and even boys who saw that Morgana could become queen of the magical UK, and that with that, maybe they would have a prosperous future, no matter what her beliefs may be.

They could be freed from the mundane of good versus evil, dark and light, Dumbledore's Greater Good versus, the Dark Lords hatred of muggles and muggle-borns.

Morgana left the other Slytherins to the mess, not having a clue about their odd thoughts, as she had never given ruling anything like that much thought. She just did what she did to survive, and even to help people sometimes.

She mildly wonder what idiot would dare try and attack her the next day, it would be fun pounding them until they learnt their lesson, and if not, she would have to make them disappear. They would learn eventually.

to be continued…