A year after defeating Voldemort, Heather uncovers many truths and deceptions in her life. Wanting revenge and to start a new chapter in her life, she turns to Death.
Previous known as Return of a Le Fay-Peverell
DARK EYES SUBTLY SURVEYED THE EXTRAVAGANTLY DRESSED BALLROOM WITH CLEAR AMUSEMENT IN THEIR EYES, IT FILLED THEIR BEING WITH PRIDE AT BEING ABLE TO ACCOMPLISH THIS SCENE IN HER OWN HOME.
Pureblood, half-bloods, and the odd muggleborn were idly chatting and being able to stand in each other's presence without trying to kill each other. Of course, there was a few venomous comments dressed up as sweet words. Still the sight was strange to her as this would have never been possible with Dumbledore controlling the British Wizarding World.
Morgana had organised an early Hogmanay celebration in her home, and she wasn't surprised at how many people wanted and turned up to attend the celebration. The Malfoy family were in attendance along with some of the more notable dark families like the Blacks. Sirius and Remus were hanging around talking with Amelia Bones which was a sight to see as Sirius was failing to woo the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
Morgana looked at her son with approval, his outfit looked very smart on him in Morgana's own opinion. The expensive fabric was something she and Hadrian would have never been allowed to see never mind wear when they lived at the Dursleys. The dark haired boy was hanging around with his friends since he wasn't the least bit interested in spending the whole evening with her.
"Good evening father," greeted Morgana with a genuine smile as Dante walked in front of her with his own smile.
"I see that the fool hasn't turned up," said Dante having a glance around the room despite not needing too as he would have sensed a shattered soul in the room. The instrumental band finished the song and now started to play the next song with greet anticipation. "Would you care for a dance?"
"A dance with death?" Questioned Morgana amused at her own words, she found herself to be in a better mental state than her previous life. She would even admit to be enjoying life this time. "I could never refuse a request from you." Dante chuckled at the irony in Morgana's statement.
The two made their way to the dance floor as other guests also formed into twos. Morgana could feel the eyes on her figure as she danced with death. "Morgana, do you think Servues would like to be adopted by me? Then he can be your big brother." It was strange hearing the sentence in Dantes usual tone but it brought a smile onto her face nonetheless.
"I'm sure the students would have a field day at the news. Hogwarts very own dungeon bat a son of Death," chuckled Morgana as a dawning realisation. "Is there something you need to tell me? Because despite the outrageousness of Severus being your son it wouldn't surprise me at all."
Morgana's eyes flickered towards Severus figure standing near a wall with Lucius Malfoy at his side, his own eyes met Morgana's for a moment and a soft smile reached her face at his own confusion. She would never get used to seeing Severus showing that he was capable of showing emotion.
"How are things going with Riddle? I would hate for a repetition of the horcruxes," told Dante as a stream of lightning fell from the sky causing the guests to watch in mild fascination. Death was a neutral entity but that didn't mean that they didn't feel any sort of irritation towards a bacterium that should have be insignificant in the whole world order of things.
There would be no second chances with Tom Riddle Jr, and if the man were to try his little scheme again, well, Death dared him to try. The consequences would be severe they would make sure of it.
"We have already talked about this," stated Morgana with a small hum. "I know how much you hate horcruxes I've destroyed many of them remember? And I am aware of your feeling towards Riddle. You can forgive but never forget," she quoted as she let go of their hand moving away from the dance floor with them following at her side.
Dante's lips curved into a ghost of a smile, they were pleased. "It seems that he's here," they commented as if they weren't just talking about him. "How disappointing."
"He actually came?" She was shocked that he had decided to grace them with his presence. Morgana let her magic search for the man in question and smirk appeared on her face. He couldn't hid from her.
Dante could feel the man walking over to the two of them. "He's walking over right now." Their attention flickered to a reaper in the crowd. "It's seems that I am needed with a problem. Enjoy the rest of the evening daughter." Dante gave a quick kiss to her check and walked away, seconds later and Quirrimort was in front of Morgana.
"You haven't fixed yourself yet?" Questioned Morgana she looked at the purple turban, his eyes flickered a shade of ruby red.
"I will soon be back to my former glory," said Riddle with a wicked smile at getting out of this pathetic body.
"It was that arrogance that caused your downfall," told Morgana thinking back to his downfall at a babies hand. Riddle had a blank expression on his face, he hated being reminded at his own stupid decision. While he wasn't completely sane right now he could recognise his error of judgement.
The ring on Riddles finger burned as he looked down with annoyance. "Dumbledore has a need for Quirrell."
"You snuck out of the castle?"
"Dumbledore likes to keep his teachers close," said Riddle dismissively. He twisted the ring on his finger using a bit of magic to stop the burning. "I need to leave."
"Very well," said Morgana as she picked up a glass from a table nearby. "To the next celebration." She raised her glass as Riddle gave a small chuckle.
"You will be inviting me to other celebrations?" Asked Riddle.
