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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Morrigan was at one of the many meetings, sitting at the head of the table. They were waiting for Severus Snape to make an appearance. She tapped her nails on the table. Draco sat next to her, gripping her knee below the table.
It was what gave him comfort.
Severus Snape trudged inside, his robes fanning out.
A conversation immediately began. They were debating on the truth of the information, or better yet, the source. She sighed in boredom. Draco gripped her knee and narrowed his eyes, making her follow the sight to her uncle who was perched on the other head of the table looking at her.
She already mastered it. She did not shudder anymore when he looked at her. She soon found out that all monster alike would look at her, she just had to find the courage to look at them back.
"Silence. Morrigan, if you have something to add-", started Voldemort.
"I do. I was just waiting for the pointless blabber to stop. I honestly don't care what Dawlish has to say. What Severus says is true. I have my web of spies, who tell me that indeed that is true. He will be moved by the order. Each member will pair off with a Potter. This is to make him undetectable. I say we infiltrate the mission at the middle. They won't see us coming there.
I have Flint, Nott, Zabini, Bletchley, Warrington, Higgs, and Pucey ready to strike. From there, Uncle, you can put your Snatchers and Severus. It seems your old legion has not proven itself worthy a second time. What a shame that all of them are dead. However, you have a renewed army. Because that is what you need. Fresh Pureblood and their way of thinking", she said.
He only raised his head and nodded.
"Such a shame indeed. I also need one more request", he says as he stands and glides with a deadly calm just above a beaten Lucius Malfoy. Draco gulps and grips her knee even tighter.
"I require your wand"
Lucius gulps and gives his wand up. A wand was something so personal for a wizard. It has one's identity, and it is as if it is an extension of your limb. She grimaces as he snaps the decorative piece of the wand.
Suddenly an innocent muggle ministry official was brought to the middle. Voldemort levitated him all along. He pleaded and pleaded to no avail. Draco was trying to divert his gaze, his nails digging into her skin.
"Please, Please, I have information. Please spare me. My Lord, I have information of use", he tried.
At this, Voldemort stilled and halted bringing him towards the middle of the table, "then speak", he taunted.
"People are talking about a prophecy. Not one involving Harry Potter. There was a second child born on July 31, 1980. Yes, there is another. And they are raising an army. Quite an army, my lord. Please, I know no more. Please spare me—"
