Rebirth of Lady Morgana

The Dursley's And Diagon Alley

The night was still, the air thick with anticipation as Morgana, with Merlin by her side and Mordred coiled protectively around her shoulders and upper torso, apparated away.

Morgana felt a strange sensation as she processed crossing the threshold from the past into the present, the world around her swirling into a blur before solidifying into the familiar yet strangely alien environment of Privet Drive.

She landed lightly on her feet, adjusting her cloak and taking a deep breath of the suburban air. At her side, a sleek black cat with piercing blue eyes twined around her ankles, its presence a comforting reminder of the powerful and loyal friend who had always stayed by her.
Stood outside №4 Privet Drive. The quiet suburban street was a stark contrast to the magical realms she had been immersed in, but Morgana felt a strange sense of calm and readiness. Tomorrow she would turn eleven, and her journey here the future was about to begin in earnest.

Thrust back into the present, a world she barely remembered but was inherently a part of, she began the short trek to the door.
The sleek black cat that was purring and pacing between her feet, was a comforting anchor.

Morgana took a deep breath, looking at the unassuming house in front of her. The wards that Dumbledore had set up to supposedly 'protect', whilst simultaneously drawing and blocking her core, were still in place, shimmering with ill-intent faintly in the fading sunlight. With a wave of her hand, the wards parted, allowing them entry. It was here that her future—and past—would converge. “I’m ready,” she whispered to herself, her voice steady. “Let’s do this.”

"Steady, Merlin," Morgana whispered, her voice a mix of amusement and affection as he lost his balance. The cat, who was indeed her dear Merlin in disguise, flicked its tail and gave her an almost reproachful look before leaping onto a space left on her shoulder as gracefully as he could, which wasn't much. Disguised as a simple house cat, Merlin had sworn to stay close to Morgana and help as best as he could as they prepared to navigate her life in this new-old world together.

Morgana knocked on the door of number 4, and was greeted by the horse faced woman that had been supposed to raise her. Merlin having planned for her return many years ago had enchanted the minds of the Dursleys to recognize Morgana as soon as she returned.

"There you are girl!! Where have you been?! Get into the kitchen now freak!! My poor Dudders need's to be fed now!" Her supposed 'Aunt' shrieked at her. Morgana was especially confused as she hadn't been expecting to be treated like this when she returned. Looking to Merlin on her shoulder, she received a subtle nod of encouragement.

She was grateful for Helga always insisting she learn to cook both magically and mundanely. Leaping from her shoulder, Merlin took the opportunity to shift back into himself and explain to Morgana what was going on and how she would have been raised in this house, had she been left there like Albus to-many-names Dumbldore had planned. After promising a full explanation later that night, he made himself a cat once more just as Petunia came in to shriek at her to hurry along with the food.

After cooking an amazing meal that she barely got to savour, later that night found her being locked into her 'room'. Merlin once again transformed back into himself while they waited for the house to go silent. Once they heard a final door click shut, Merlin cast a quick silencing charm to ensure they wouldn’t be disturbed. “The Dursleys are asleep,” he said, his eyes scanning the unwelcoming run-down room. “We need to make this quick.”

He now gave Morgana the full run down of how her life here would have been basically that of a slave, and how he was going to be giving her ‘Memories’ about her time with the Dursley's. A just in case kind of plan he had made with Sal in the case that Dumbledore got into her surface thoughts.