She was the last of her line, according to her father. A natural parseltongue, and a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin.
Gaunt. The long lost Slytherin heir. The long lost phantom queen.
She was bred by her father to be determined, cunning, ru...
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"I will tear them apart limb by limb. Whilst that Potter boy is walking down the corridors as if nothing happened, Morrigan is suffering in this bed. Saints almighty give me patience because I don't what the Dark Lord says, I will kill Albus Dumbledore", snarled Aidan Lynch, still perched uncomfortably on a chair beside Morrigan's bed.
Marcus Flint, Adrian Pucey, and Cassius Warrington were the next ones to visit. They were told by Millicent Bulstrode the recent news. They had to pose as if there was nothing wrong. The Dark Lord couldn't know of this.
"We already informed the council. The operations are being taken over by Scamander for the moment", Flint said lowly into Aidan's ear, not letting Draco wake up from sleeping near Morrigan's pale form.
"Tell Scamander that she will be fine. She was murmuring in her sleep how she would not yield. She has been so strong. Her ambition shows her will to live. My sister will be fine. And when she wakes up, Saints have mercy on who did her wrong. Now, rally up her Council, tell them that next week is the day for the battle. We'll meet at Hogsmeade. Snape enchanted a mirror in his study where we all will come in", he says, his gaze landing on Mor, "This is what her journals said, and we will make it happen. For her".
Marcus nodded and retreated. He spared one glance to Morrigan's sleeping form.
"Come on, princess. We need you to win this. Wake up, your people need you", he said, before storming out.
Draco shifted awake. He furrowed his brows. He examined Morrigan, then his eyes averted to what had been the cause of his early awakening. His eyes zeroed on her pale hand. It had moved. It had gripped his hand with force.
He gasped as she gripped his hand anew. Mor grumbled and moaned, Draco stood up from his spot, paling at the sight of Morrigan fluttering her eyes open.
"Aidan! She's waking up! Get nurse from Mungo's!", he said.
Even Crabbe and Goyle had paid a hefty amount of money so that the best nurse from St. Mungo's would come to take care of her. It had been two days since she first woke up, and one since she had fallen in bedrest again.
"Ms. Gaunt. Here. You are at Hogwarts school of Wizardry. I need you to breathe. That's about it. In and out. Poppy, fetch me the ointment I left on the counter", she said, raising her wand over Mor's head.
Morrigan allowed herself to breathe when the air filled her lungs. She gasped and stuttered.
"I'm alright. I'm fine, Madame", she said weakly, her head feeling heavy.
"That's quite alright, Ms. Gaunt, I'm happy to see you are well. It's to be expected for you to be tired. This ointment will heal your open wounds. I'm afraid the damage will be permanent. Dark magic does not always heal correctly. You'll bear these scars, but I'm sure they'll be another reminder of your bravery, child", she says, closing the curtains as she disappeared from the view.
