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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Aidan Lynch had been skeptical. He had been doubting. While Morrigan was completing her part of the plan, he was doing his. He had promised her he would do it.
"Are you out of your mind? Regulus and I have told you not to use any of your magic. Remember what—", he tried.
"I am more than capable. I took what was necessary. Not more. If we do not solidify our claim then whatever promises we made to the world will come spiraling down. You can't tell me what to do. I am the one burdened with this magic, and I will do what I see fit with it, including securing my future and defeating my uncle", she said with a silver flame on her eyes that made the older Lynch look away.
"You will exhaust your magic. Don't go on a whim. Save it for him", he coldly stated, leaving the office at the Morrigan.
She slumped on the chair, gripping her necklace. She did that ever since Draco gave it to her. The obsidian-like stone almost glimmered with her hands around it. She felt a comforting warmth that reminded her of him. His laugh. The wrinkle in his eyes when he would smirk. The calming grey pools that are his eyes. His hands. His hands played the sweet melody and those same that touched every part of her body.
She waited for everything to settle. Everything was going as planned. Harry Potter was in possession of the three deathly hallows, even if he did not know it. They only needed the sword. A perfect weapon to kill Nagini.
That is why she was apparating to Gringotts bank. She apparated right outside of Bellatrix's vault. Morrigan almost wanted to laugh. Here she was, guarding the entrance of a dead loyal death eater, one that died by hers and Sirius's Black hands.
One necessary evil had to be quenched.
She gripped one missing part of the mirror, where Aberforth nodded back at her. She needed to tell Harry Potter where the last Horcrux was. She needed to hunt it. Then it will only be him.
Harry Potter did not know he had to die, and even though Morrigan never shared a particular liking for the boy, she would not strip him from a life that he deserves to live. Long ago she realized that she was wrong.
Morrigan Gaunt was just like Harry Potter. They both grew up orphans and abused by people who wanted things from them. They were both bred into a slaughterhouse. She had long realized that the stars shifted with Bane. She knew what must be done. All she could do whilst she waited was grip her necklace.
That was when Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley ran inside with what looked like a goblin under the Imperius curse. She lifted her eyebrow in surprise.
"So, you really have a backbone, Potter? Guess being on the run paid off", she said, resting her side upon one boulder, "Of course, you won't find what you are looking for inside there. I already destroyed it myself. Risked my neck and my friends. However the reward was much satisfactory".
