The second part of Harry Potter, from Morgana's POV

Morgana gasped and shot right out of bed.

"Morgana, are you alright?" Gwen had woken too.

"Yeah, sorry Gwen" she faked a smile. "I'll be alright."

"What was it then?"

"Just another nightmare. Don't worry, go back to sleep."

Just another nightmare. Like this made it any better. They were horrible, every time. Beastly creatures and blood filled her dreams day by day. At mornings she was a wreck. But tonight she had dreamt something different. The black haired boy from the Goblet's Room was there. And as she was covered in blood in the middle of the battlefield, he had smiled at her, like he had. And the curious thing is, she had smiled too.

Confused at herself and at her dreams, she got up and started to comb her long black wavy hair.

"Don't tell me" Lavender giggled as Parvati told her about her new romantic conquest.

Morgana sighed. Some Gryffindor girls really got to her nerves from time to time. Not that the fact they were Gryffindors changed anything. She hardly got along well with the Slytherins. They all liked her, she had to admit. But she found each and every one of them so blank and empty of any meaning or interest. And she didn't give a damn in what they thought about her.

"The post's here" Dean Thomas announced. Morgana was sitting close to the Gryffindor table. And she damn well had to listen to all the Gryffindor gossip. She caught the eye of the prat she had met at the Goblets Room and sighed again. This boy was so different from anyone else. And it was annoying. He seemed to be getting along with everyone, but he hardly ever opened his mouth to say something in public. Weird.

She raised her eyes to see the hundreds of owls delivering letters across the Dining Hall.

"Expecting something 'Gana?" Draco asked.

"Nope" Morgana replied and turned to her soup. Her parents were both Aurors and never had time to send letters and see how their daughter was. At her childhood, she was most of the time with her cousin, Arthur, the son of a friend of her parents, Uther Pendragon.

And then an envelope fell down on her plate, splashing everything around and leaving her in surprise. She had never got a letter from anyone since she came to Hogwarts.

"How is it from 'Gana?" Nimueh asked her. Her closest friends, if they could be called friends, knew that her parents didn't really keep in touch.

Morgana looked at the scribble at the other side of the envelope.

Maphalda Hopkirk

Ministry Of Magic

Department of Magical Defence and Security

Morgana Pendragon

HogwartsSchoolOf Witchcraft and Wizardry

Slytherin House

Second Bed To The Right

Second bed to the right. Really? Morgana almost giggled even though she realised that it must have been for some reason that the Minister of Magic was sending her a letter. Department Of Magical Defence and Security. That was were her parents worked. Gorlois and Vivienne De Bois. With trembling hands he opened the paper. Most of her friends had returned to their laughs and conversations. Good, she thought. No intervening.

Miss Morgana Pendragon,

With regret we announce you that Gorlois and Vivienne De Bois on the twenty second of October died during service. Their bodies have not been found yet, however we hold unshakable evidence of their tragic fate. As soon as they are discovered, following their wishes graveside service will be held at Cornwall.

If the Ministry may be to any assistance to you, don't hesitate to contact us. Within a few days time, the Minister of Magic will travel to Hogwarts to discuss matters such as their Will and fortune..

In the meantime, wishing you all the best,

Maphalda Hopkirk

Morgana felt blank after reading the letter. She should feel sorrow, she should start screaming but for some reason she simply couldn't. Died during service. A noble way to die. Enviable. They would be heroes. She smiled softly.

And then it started to dawn at her.

They were gone. Completely, utterly and forever gone. She had no parents. Nowhere to stay when she finished Hogwarts. She was alone.

"What was it 'Gana?" Draco joked. "Won another chess contest?" The whole group around her dissolved into fits of laughter. No one noticed that Morgana was on the verge of panic. Walking on the fine line between screaming or bursting to tears

The insensible git, Draco.

She decided she didn't need to face them no too, she had her own problems. She stood up, ran between them and left to the girls bathroom. Hopefully no one would bother her there.

She stayed there for hours. She felt broken. She didn't cry, she just contemplated all the aspects of being alone. Perhaps she could stay with Arthur. She didn't like his girlfriend and never really got along with Uther but she had to find something, somewhere. A Will. Had they really left her something? They hardly had a home, let alone a fortune. Their bodies had not been found yet. They could be lying headless at the pit of a lake. She gulped at the thought and cursed herself for making it.

After an hour, maybe two or maybe more she decided to re-enter the world of the living and go upstairs.

CRACK

She backed away to see what it was before going out. She didn't have to wait a lot. A gigantic ogre was coming full speed towards her. She screamed but her screams did nothing to stop it. Yeah right, she thought. A few hours after my parents.

And then she saw the troll faint and fall to the ground with a loud thunder. She thought she heard some words but she couldn't be sure.

"Are you okay?" she heard a voice. She instantly recognised it. The last person she wanted to say thanks to. The last person she wanted to speak to at all. The prat.

"Yeah, sure" she decided there was no use to quarrel with him right now, with a dead troll just next to her.

"And your name is…" she asked questioningly.

"I'm Merlin" he extended his arm and she took it, for one second, no more

"Morgana"

They just stood looking at each other for a couple of seconds.

"No you are not" he said simply. She looked at him quizzically. "…okay" he finished the sentence. She felt anger bubbling once more. How dare he think he sees through her? He's just another idiot like the rest of them boys.

"Why don't you keep your ingenious observations to yourself" she snapped

"You are crying"

"No, I'm not"

Merlin chuckled.

"I was expecting some sort of thanks for saving you"

"Like I needed any saving. Especially from you."

"You are rude"

"Sorry, Merlin, for being rude. I wanted to tell you that I'm so very grateful that you risked your life for me." She mocked him.

"That's better" Merlin grinned. Did he never get angry.

"What was the letter about anyway?" he asked. "The whole bunch of you Slyths was around you while you read it. And now you are crying."

"That's none of your business. Why do you even care? You don't know me, I don't know you. You're a lion, I'm a snake. What's it to you?"

"You're right. None of my business. Then I'll leave you to your thoughts."

"Farewell" she mumbled and turned her back on him. First he insults her and then he saves her. And then he claims to know everything about her.

The idiot.

She seemed to stumble on him every day. By chance, she thought the first day. By chance, the second. You are at the same school, she told herself. Relax. But everywhere she went, he seemed to be there.

She found him at the library, sitting comfortably on an armchair and reading a book about ancient magical tales.

"What are you doing here?" she asked him. She hadn't really intended to say this, she was just thinking it so intensely that it went out without her consent.

Merlin raised his eyes lazily and looked at her. She felt heat in her cheeks and didn't know if it was anger or the intensity of his gaze.

"I could ask you the same question"

"Merlin, I'm here to work. How the heck can you be everywhere I'm going?"

"I was thinking exactly the same." The same calm, quiet voice that got to her nerves.

"Answer me, now"

"I came here first, you should answer my question" Merlin said, obviously enjoying the change of emotions he saw passing inside her green eyes.

"Yeah, really. " she sneered. I'm going to do as I'm told by a stupid Gryffindor. Oh, you know it Merlin, you can do much better." Her stingy reply was always at hand.

"Of course I can" Merlin laughed at her comment. "but I don't want to."

"Merlin, tell me what you want from me and go or…"

"Are you going to call your mom or something?"

Merlin intended this to be another sharp reply to her question.

"Idiot" he heard her voice crack at the middle of the word. She covered her face with her hands but made no sound or other move.

But as soon as her said the words he saw pain and devastation through her eyes. He had said the wrong thing, that was sure. He wanted to irritate her. She was annoying but he knew he had someway been cruel. Morgana Pendragon didn't break at some words by chance. He stood up

"Morgana I'm sorry"

Morgana blinked to shove any tears away walked towards him until their eyes were on the same level and their lips inches apart. Merlin, despite the tension of the moment couldn't but admire how beautiful her eyes were. Perhaps on someone else they would be perfect. But she was the last person he would let himself call beautiful. He had some pride in him. In a darker and harder voice, she told him.

"I warn you, Merlin. Keep away from me. As far as you can. You know nothing about me. And you deserve nothing more."

And with that she left.

Merlin cursed himself. Idiot, he thought. Idiot. Idiot.