The Summer Land - -
"The Summer land is the great crossover. It's not good, it's not bad, it's just a place we go where there is no more pain or suffering. We wait there until it is time for our souls to return in another physical body, and then we...
The room was the same, glowing fire surrounding her and in the middle the mirror of Erised laid in waiting. She was a little curios to see what she truly desired now, so with slow steps she made her way to the mirror. A part of her was worried to see what had changed, she knew she was much different then who she was in her first life. She was stronger, happier, safer, but guarded. She was still fearful of people seeing herself anymore. The only ones to see even a glimpse of herself were her family, Draco, the Devil Twins, Nagini, and Professor Slytherin.
She was now close enough to see her reflection, but this was an older her, a healthier version. And she was smiling, like she knew that she would be arriving. Stepping closer she saw an older Professor Slytherin standing behind her older self, and he was looking at her older self with such love. Another man appeared; her papa stood on her left smirking down at her this time. The older Morgan looked at their papa with a bright smile on her face, and then her family surrounded her, a big family was what she desired, a big loving family.
She felt her eyes well up, and she looked down. This was her goal; this was what she wanted. Looking back up she now saw just her older self, smiling down at her. Then she held her hand up a bright red stone in her hand. Stretching out her hand to her, Morgan grasped the stone and took it from her older self.
"Thank you." She said.
The older Morgan winked before turning into whisps. The mirror becoming that, a mirror. Taking a deep breath in, Morgan called out to Micah, the ghost whisking her away and back to her dorm. Her and Micah stood in silence as the young witch looked at the stone in her hands, it had such a strange shine to it. Lifting it up to her face, she smiled. "I have found the first Deathly Hallows. My Knight, please take this back to papa for me." She whispered handing it to Micah. The boy bowed before he vanished in whisps of white, leaving Morgan in silence.
Morgan changed into her papa's shirt, and a pair of shorts, and when she was under her covers of her bed, her eyes glowed red, a vision of pure entertainment appeared.
"Albus! What is wrong!" McGonagall questioned; the old woman tired. All the teachers were tired the Headmaster having awoken them in a frantic state. Many of the Professors were grumbling under their breaths.
"The stone has been stolen." Dumbledore said, and a wave of shock filled the room. "I had gotten an alert that the stone had been removed from the mirror of Erised, left the safety of the hidden room." He explained.
"How? Who?" The Professor's started each filled with confusion.
"I don't know how." Dumbledore murmured. "Or by who."
Morgan watched in delight as the Professor's apart from Slytherin ran their way to the third corridor, The defence Professor opting to stay as it would be morning soon and students would be walking around without any supervision. When her eyes finally closed, Morgan dreamed of the future, and it was more magical then the magic they performed in school.
Weeks went by, school was normal as no one knew of what was going on in the third corridor. But Morgan was enjoying the pure fear and worry on the old coots face. He was doing everything he could to find the stone. She couldn't help but laugh at the old man's face every time she saw it, and when he would see why she was laughing she would be doing something completely different, it was driving him insane.
"Mail's here." Draco said with a smile as a letter from his mother and father was placed in front of him by his owl Ambrosia. Morgan grinned in delight at seeing her papa's raven, Azrail, the deadly looking bird spooking those around it. Morgan thanked the raven with a kiss on the beak and her leftover bacon bits. The raven violently pecked at the food scaring more of the students, see this was not a small raven by any means, it was bigger than half the owls the students owned. It wasn't right looking.
Morgan opened the letter reading the words from her papa.
'My Little One,
I'm pleased by the present you have given me; I will cherish it with everything in my beating heart. I could not have asked for a better birthday present then this ruby.
With love your Papa.'
It was short, sweet. and simple. It brought the girl comfort no matter what, her papa's words were what she always needed at the end of the day. They didn't really need to write letters to each other as they were connected by the parental bond. And she was his Mistress, speaking to one another by thoughts was simple magic for her and her papa. Morgan wrote her own letter to her papa and gave it to Azrail the raven cawed loudly at the young girl, before expanding its wings and flying out of the Great Hall. But before leaving fully the raven swooped low earning startled screams.
She couldn't help but think that Azrail really liked to spook people for fun. She giggled as the raven left, she really loved her papa's raven.
"Well, lets get to class shall we. We have exams to pass with flying colours," Morgan said to her fellow house mates. The group of first years nodded and followed behind the White haired Prince and the Shelby Queen. The two cousins had found out in the past few days that they were their King and Queen. They only take orders from them.
And follow them they would until graduation. Oh what a way to end her first year at Hogwarts, much better than landing herself in the infirmary. She couldn't help but slightly wonder what could happen when she would begin her second year. Well she had a feeling that the whole thing with the Basilisk would be a different outcome then to what happened before. This time the poor snake would not be killed.
Next year would definitely be different. She would make sure of it.
