The Darkness Inside
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Again, the first TEN reviews will get a cookie recipe! One thing I will say, is that two people who reviewed the last chapter did not get the cookie recipe as I couldn't send a review reply. While I fully understand that some people might not want an account or want to get Private Messages, they are required to get the cookie recipe on offer.
I'm afraid there's no real 'sexy time', sorry THESE VOICES WON'T SHUT UP, but there will be some in the next chapter. There is some shirtless action though, if that is any consolation.
Dumbledore won't be finding out about the fact that Hermione and Morgana are the same person until the very end, I liked the idea of having him think he's all knowing but doesn't have a clue, but I hope you like the response LittleHellCat.
I'm afraid there won't be any Potter-bashing Adelhaide, it just won't fit with this story, sorry.
And angellic dragon, I'm glad you like her attitude, I thought that even if she was using a false name, Morgana wouldn't change her personality too much and 'Hermione' has a bit of fire too her. As to her past, you'll get some hints next chapter but the full story will come out to Tom at least just before the Final Battle. Harry and co, will find out about her lineage but that will only be after Tom. And yes, I am calling him Tom for a reason.
Anything you recognise is not mine.
*****Chapter 3
It was a little after midnight when Morgana heard the sounds of aparition coming from her kitchen and realised that the raid was over. After she had put her book down she ran to the kitchen, grabbing her bag of potions as she went. There were less people than she had expected but that was a good thing, it meant that the raid had gone well. But to her intense surprise, Harry, Ginny, Neville, Luna, Fed and George were among those who had wounds to be tended. With a questioning glance at Voldemort who, true to his word, had accompanied the wounded.
"The raid was to move them from the house they were staying at, Dumbledore seemed to realise that they were on my side." He explained while Morgana reattached one of Snape's little fingers which had been hit by a stray severing hex.
"Easy there Miss Raven! I still have to use my hand." He snarked at her.
"Well let me got on with my job then." She replied sweetly before finishing the reattachment.
Draco Malfoy had also managed to have a body part severed but when she went to reattach it and asked how I had gotten cut off, she had to pause while she laughed.
"It's not funny!" He moaned, very conscious of how Ginny was viewing him and the fact that Morgana was extraordinarily beautiful.
"Well next time, make sure you don't look in a mirror when hexing someone. Otherwise I'll probably have to reattach your nose again." Morgana laughed, almost hysterically. Eventually she managed to get her laughter under control and Draco stayed silent while she was reattaching his nose to not set her off again. Ginny, Luna, Neville and George only had a few scratches and curse burns to be tended but Harry had a rather deep cut running down his chest and across his side which Morgana hurriedly put some antiseptic paste on before she magically healed it. She glanced at his scar thoughtfully before turning and healing Fred's severely broken leg and healing the gash where the bone had actually broken through the skin. Voldemort himself had one curse burn on his right cheek which she insisted on treating.
"It's fine, just leave it!" He growled, he really hadn't wanted to appear weak by needing medical attention.
"If I don't treat it then it will just get infected and I seriously doubt that people will take you seriously with nasty green pus running down your face." She said bluntly, pushing him down into one of the chairs before spreading special burn paste onto it.
"Right, done." She smiled, seemingly oblivious to his irritation. She turned back to Harry and examined his scar.
"You know, I can get rid of that scar for you if you want." She said, glancing at him. His expression was shocked, as were those of everyone else.
"But Dumbledore said he couldn't remove it, and that even if he could, he wouldn't." Harry said weakly.
"I'm not Dumbledore though." She said with a flash of a smile. "Thank God!" She muttered.
Using a mixture of her Restorative potion and various anti-curse charms, Morgana finally managed to remove the scar.
"How is it that you can remove it while Dumbledore couldn't?" Ginny asked curiously and with genuine interest.
"Simple, Dumbledore didn't have the right potion. That, and he needed Harry to have the scar as part of his fiction. Didn't anyone ever question that the 'Prophecy' was spoken by Trelawny, who is utterly useless at Divination and a drunk! Dumbledore was probably the one who gave you the scar." Morgana snorted derisively at the thought of Dumbledore.
"Actually, there's a lot in what she's saying. I haven't had a chance to say anything yet but you're parents died in a battle , we're not actually sure who killed them. And I never curse children, it's truly reprehensible." Voldemort interjected.
"My parents dying in battle is something that I can understand, especially as you don't know who killed them. But why would Dumbledore put a scar on my forehead and how?" Harry asked, looking a little stunned as he felt the place where his scar used to be.
"That is something that you'd have to ask Dumbledore just before he dies." She replied with a smile before flicking her wand to get things for a cup of tea for everyone. She summoned more chairs before sitting down and pouring some tea. She added several large spoonfuls of sugar to Snape, Draco, Harry and Fred's cups; at their questioning glance (or in Snape's case, glare) briefly explained her reasons to them.
"You've all lost some blood, about a pint or so, and you need some sugar in you otherwise you could end up getting really dizzy and fainting from low blood sugar." She said with a smile.
There was silence for a few moments, those with the extra sugar in their tea drank it (apart from Snape who would only drink it if it was coffee, prompting Morgana to summon some hot coffee and dump double the amount of sugar in it).
"We were told that you know where Hermione is, please could you tell us, we're worried about her." Ginny said finally, looking pleadingly at Morgana whose cup was halfway to her mouth. Slowly she lowered the cup and looked at her former friends.
"Before I tell you, could you just answer some questions?" She asked, her gaze cool and calm.
"Sure! Fire away!" Harry said excitedly.
"Would you still be friends with her if her allegiance in this war had completely changed from what they were before?" Morgana asked, keeping her gaze trained on them all. They looked at each other and, seeing that they all had they same answer, Fred and George replied.
"Of course, she's practically a…" Fred started,
"…sister to all of us." George finished his twin's sentence. Upon seeing the twin's most irritating habit emerging, Snape groaned slightly and put his head in his hands.
"Not again! I thought I was finished with that way of speaking when they left Hogwarts!" He muttered, causing Morgana, Ginny and Luna to giggle. Finally, after they had gotten their mirth under control, Morgana turned back to them.
"And if I told you where she was, would you tell Dumbledore or any of the Order?" She asked, looking intently at them.
"Hell no! They might want to know where Mione is but Dumbles can go fuck himself for all I care! Remus is the only one we'd tell and he's left the Order and is living in Cardiff at the moment. For some reason, Dumbls hasn't got the power and influence over Wales that he has over England and Scotland." Harry snorted.
"That's because of my family, we're the ones who've always had the power and influence here." Morgana smirked.
"Really? Who's your family?" Neville asked curiously.
"My surname is Raven but as for my lineage, you'll have to wait. I'm keeping it secret at the moment and there's someone else I've promised to tell first. Needless to say, it's a very old, very powerful and very respected family. Now, if I told you where she is, what would be your first action?" Morgana said carefully.
"Easy, we'd write to her and visit her if she said it was ok." Luna smiled in her dreamy way.
Morgana looked at Voldemort and Snape before sighing.
"I hate having to do this." She muttered before closing her eyes and casting the glamour on her face again.
"Wha…Hermione?" Harry gasped.
"My actual name is Morgana Raven but I used the name Hermione Granger and this glamour at Hogwarts because my parents wanted to hide my existence from Dumbledork. I probably would have told you guys at some point, I guess I never imagined telling you like this." Morgana sighed, removing the glamour.
"Hun, we don't care that you didn't tell us before, or that you used a false name and face, heck, with Dumbles it was probably a good plan. We're just so glad that we've found you!" Ginny grinned before hugging her tightly. It was a happy reunion but Morgana spotted that Voldemort was having slight difficulty breathing so cut it short.
"I'll see you soon, you'll have to come for tea or something." She smiled before hugging each of them goodbye, even Snape and Draco, to their intense surprise. She stopped Voldemort as he was about to leave, saying that she needed to talk to him.
"What?" He growled.
"Were you hit with a curse in your chest?" She asked, concern in her voice.
"Yes, but I'm fine." He replied, slightly irritated again. He didn't know why he wanted her to see him as strong without any weakness but letting her know just how bad that curse had hit him was something he knew he didn't want to do.
"You're obviously not! You can hardly breathe. Stop being so damn stubborn and let me help you!" She exclaimed, looking upset. He didn't say anything but he sighed and nodded, feeling slightly bemused that she was upset. She looked a little relieved but still a little upset that he was hurt.
"Could you remove your shirt? I just want to check your chest." She said softly. Silently he complied and Morgana had to stop her self from gasping at his toned and well muscled chest. The spell was a simple one to reverse, but Morgana had been concerned that there was some other injury as well. When she saw that he was fine, she stepped back and smiled at him.
"Thank you." She said.
"Why were you so worried?" He asked, picking his shirt up to put it back on.
"Because I found my parents when they were dying, there was nothing I could do so I promised myself that I'd make sure that no one else was hurt." She replied, tears starting to pool in her eyes. Something in him snapped and, before he could stop himself, he'd walked towards her and took her in his arms, not even bothering to put his shirt back on. Having her in his arms felt right, like they were two puzzle pieces that fit together. Without knowing why he leaned his face towards hers and pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. Her breath hitched in her throat and she looked at him with wide blue eyes with some unnamed emotion in them. Slowly, almost like she was scared of being rejected, she stretched up and placed one single soft kiss on his lips. His reaction was instant, he pulled her in for another kiss this one more passionate and deep than before. Placing one hand on the back of her head and the other on the small of her back, moulding her body to his and she locked her arms behind his neck, running her hands through his hair. On an instinct, she started pulling him towards the stairs. He complied, instinctively knowing where this was going. When they got to the stairs, rather than her walking backwards up them, he picked her up bridal style and carried her up the stairs, following her directions to the bedroom.
Dumbledore was annoyed, he knew that without Harry and Hermione he had no chance of winning this war, Harry's other friends were people that he couldn't care less about, but he needed Harry and Hermione's power. He had thought that Morgana Raven's power could replace Hermione's but she had flatly refused to join the Order. Ronald had tried and failed to seduce her, he'd known that he shouldn't have sent the boy but he was desperate. There was something about Morgana that seemed familiar, he would have to research her family. Not knowing who her mother was would make it more difficult but not impossible. Maybe with some dirt on her family he could force her to join the Order.
Suddenly, a loud crash from Grimmauld's back garden pulled him from his plotting. Molly Weasley let out a loud wail.
"Oh my poor boy! I knew that broom was dangerous! Don't worry darling, we'll buy you a new and better one!" Molly screeched, levitating her youngest son into the house and up to his bedroom. The broom in question was Sirius' old one, that the late Animagus had left to Ron in his will. Harry had understood and had actually encouraged the choice, knowing that it was better than the one that the redhead was using in the first place. Ron had been thrilled to hear that Sirius had left him something, but when he had found out that Harry had gotten all the gold, the title and the properties while Ron himself had got a broom, well, the explosion of temper was not pretty to say the least. It was that little temper tantrum that had started Harry and his friends to pull away from the Order slightly; they didn't like that Dumbledore and most of the Order (with the exception of Remus, Tonks, Moody, Snape, and the Weasley twins) seemed to go along with Ron's point of view and even suggested that Harry give Ronald one or tow of the vaults and a house. Harry had, of course, refused, much to Dumbledore's annoyance. This had made Ronald more whiney and petulant before, demanding that Dumbledore help him get everything he deserved, from a beautiful and powerful wife to money and fame.
"What happened?" Dumbledore asked as Molly came back from depositing her beloved son upstairs.
"That bloody broom that Sirius left him! All of a sudden it started bucking and rolling, trying to shake my poor baby off. Of course, it managed eventually, even the best Quidditch players fall of bucking brooms eventually!" Molly moaned, looking almost distraught at her 'little darling's' accident.
"He's not hurt, I trust?" Dumbledore asked, looking concerned, but in actuality he didn't care.
"Two broken legs, and a sprained wrist. He was quite high up when it decided to try and kill him!" She said, tears filling her eyes and her lower lip quivering. She quickly gathered everything she needed to heal her son before rushing upstairs. Dumbledore closed his eyes in mild irritation. He knew that he'd have to go up and see the boy, especially as Ron had yet to tell him about his encounter with Morgana Raven. In fact, Dumbledore hadn't even seen him, Ron had grabbed his broom and rushed straight outside to fly.
Just as he suspected, his visit to Ron was tedious at best. At first the boy kept trying to keep the conversation focused on his accident.
"If only Potter had fucking listened to you? I mean, he gave Hermione a vault and countless priceless books! So why couldn't he give me, his best mate, anything?" He whined.
"He certainly should have listened to me, just like Miss Granger should have done her female duty to you." Dumbledore replied, looking regretful but inwardly grinding his teeth in annoyance. This only served to get Ron more agitated, causing him to mutter about 'bloody women who can't do what they're supposed to'.
"I take it that your encounter with Miss Morgana Raven did not go all that well." Dumbledore sighed, bracing himself for the young man's whining rhetoric.
"Didn't go well is an understatement, it was a fucking disaster! She had no idea about how a woman is supposed to act! I told her briefly but she just screamed at me, attacked me with some big black birds, scratched me, kicked me in my fucking balls and then threw me out! She also had the audacity to correct me! Someone needs to teach her her place!" Ron said angrily.
"Well Ron, maybe I can get someone to fetch her once we've gotten rid of the Dark side and you can teach her. I could force her to track down Miss Granger too so you can 'teach' the both of them. Would you like that?" Dumbledore asked, he knew exactly what to say to get Ron to stop moaning and whining.
"Really? That's be great Sir! I'd make sure that those bitches learnt that when a man wants to fuck them, they say 'yes' and do whatever they want!" Ron smirked in triumph.