July 31st within the Potter estate had been, at first, a mass cause for a celebration. Magical twins were rare, even rarer when born of opposite genders. But all good things must eventually make way for the dark.
A 'prophesy' brought forth the fear...
I am so sorry, I just noticed that I completely forgot to add in Morgana's 9th birthday within the last chapter!
I don't want to make that chapter any longer since it's already over 5000+ words. So I'm going to put it here instead.
Just remember, Morgana gets Mordred AFTER her 9th birthday.
So sorry again, please enjoy! - Yenna ———————————————
The Great Hall of Hogwarts shimmered with enchantment on Morgana's ninth birthday. Banners in her favorite hues draped the ceiling, and tables groaned under the weight of magical gifts from the Hogwarts staff. At the heart of it all, Morgana stood surrounded by the four founders and Merlin, their faces radiant with pride and joy.
Sal approached Morgana with a box crafted of intricate designs, the wood polished to a high sheen. He opened it reverently, revealing a wand that seemed to hum with latent power.
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"Morgana," Salazar began, his voice thick with emotion, "after a month of meticulous craftsmanship, I present to you your wand. It is not merely a wand, but a testament to your essence and the extraordinary journey that lies ahead of you."
Morgana's eyes widened as she beheld the wand, a masterful blend of Red Oak, Silver Lime, English Oak, and Alder. Each wood, normally incompatible, had been harmoniously woven together, adorned with faint engravings of ancient runes that shimmered in the hall's light. When she took it into her hands, the wand felt warm and alive, resonating with her very being.
"Let me explain," Salazar continued, his voice gentle yet instructional. "The core of your wand comprises the materials you willingly gave – hair and blood from your Thestral and Unicorn Animagus forms, and a feather and tears from your Phoenix Animagus form. These elements, representing both Light and Pure, and Dark and Dangerous, bestow upon your wand unparalleled abilities, enabling mastery over all forms of magick."
He paused, allowing Morgana a moment to absorb his words before elaborating further.
"The Phoenix feather and Basilisk scale serve as pivotal links for the remaining core materials. The Phoenix feather imbues your wand with the essence of rebirth and resilience, while the Basilisk scale enhances its protective properties, rendering it nearly impervious to harm. Corra, our loyal Basilisk, has contributed her venom, infusing your wand with formidable potency capable of breaching the stoutest defenses."
Gently lifting the wand, Salazar examined it under the light. "The woods – Red Oak, Silver Lime, English Oak, and Alder – traditionally do not synergize well due to their conflicting magical traits. However, your blood has not only harmonized and bound these woods together but has also tethered the wand to you alone. This ensures that no other can wield it. The culmination of these elements creates a wand that is uniquely yours, an extension of your essence and power."
As Morgana accepted the wand, she felt a surge of energy, course through her, an affirmation of her potential and the responsibility it entailed. She looked up at Salazar, her eyes brimming with gratitude.
"Thank you, Sal," she murmured softly. "This is beyond anything I could have imagined."
A rare smile softened Salazar's features. "You deserve every bit of it, Morgana. Your determination and strength are exceptional. You are unlike any other, and your wand is a reflection of that. Together, you and this wand will accomplish extraordinary feats. But remember, even with the partnership you have with this wand, you must continue honing your wandless and wordless magick. The true power lies solely within you, not in the tools you use."
The other founders approached, each bearing a gift that symbolized Morgana's journey and their unwavering belief in her. Godric Gryffindor presented her with a sword, its blade gleaming with protective enchantments. "For your courage and resilience, Morgana. May this sword serve you as valiantly as your wand."
Rowena Ravenclaw handed her a tome filled with ancient magical theories. "For your wisdom and insatiable thirst for knowledge, Morgana. May this book illuminate the deepest mysteries of magic for you."
Helga Hufflepuff bestowed upon her a box containing a variety of meticulously prepared magical herbs and potions. "For your kindness and steadfast dedication, Morgana. May these aid you in healing and nurturing those around you."
Merlin stepped forward, presenting a dark cloak that seemed to completely meld with shadows around them. "For your cunning and adaptability, sister Ana. May this cloak grant you the ability to navigate unseen when necessary." (Not to be confused with the cloak of invisibility that James will pass down)
Overwhelmed by their generosity and support, tears of gratitude welled up in Morgana's eyes. "Thank you all," she managed to say amidst the swell of emotions. "I am deeply grateful for each of you and everything you've given me."
Rowena placed a gentle hand on Morgana's shoulder. "You've already achieved so much, Morgana. We are immensely proud of you. Your journey has only just begun, and we eagerly anticipate the wonders you will achieve."
Godric nodded in agreement. "Your courage and determination are an inspiration, Morgana. The path before you is one of greatness."
Helga's warm smile spoke volumes. "Your compassion and unwavering dedication to others are your greatest strengths, Morgana. Continue following your heart, and the world will be forever changed by your touch."
Merlin's eyes glittered with pride. "You possess a rare blend of qualities, Morgana. Wisdom, courage, kindness, and shrewdness. Use them wisely, and you will shape the future of magic."
As the celebration continued, filled with laughter, tales of old, and the crackle of magical energies, Morgana marveled at the intricate craftsmanship of her wand and the profound connections it represented. With it in her grasp, she felt almost completely ready to confront whatever challenges lay ahead.
Salazar watched Morgana from afar, a faint smile on his lips. Amidst the revelry, he approached her once more, his eyes alight with a mixture of pride and anticipation.
"Morgana," he said gently, "there is one more gift I am preparing for you. It is not yet ready, but when the time comes, I promise it will be worth the wait. I will come for you then."
Curiosity flickered in Morgana's eyes as she nodded, excitement mingling with anticipation. "Thank you, Sal," she replied warmly. "I look forward to it."
With a nod and a final, reassuring smile, Salazar returned to the festivities, his thoughts already consumed by the final touches of Morgana's special gift.
