Rebirth of Lady Morgana

Claiming her Titles, Potter Manor

Griphook, who had been silently observing, cleared his throat. "We should proceed with securing your inheritances and reviewing your accounts. It is imperative we act quickly to ensure your safety."

Morgana nodded. "Thank you, Griphook. Your help is invaluable."

Griphook inclined his head. "The Goblin Nation honors its promises. We will ensure your assets are protected and that Dumbledore cannot interfere."

Leading them to a smaller chamber within the office, where the next phase of securing Morgana's inheritance would take place. As they walked, Morgana's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.

'Lady of Hogwarts,' she mused, the deep sense of pride and responsibility swelling within her knowing; The founders had placed their trust in her, deeming her worthy of their legacy. She missed them dearly, their wisdom, their guidance, and their love. The memories of her past life would always be bittersweet, filled with moments of joy and tainted by the sorrow of leaving.

Anthony's voice broke through her reverie. "Morgana, what was it like, living with the founders?"

She glanced at him, a soft smile touching her lips. "It was... incredible. They were my family. Godric, Helga, Rowena, and Salazar-they raised me, taught me everything they knew. They were so proud, so full of dreams for the future. They loved me, and happily raised me as their own."

Anthony nodded, absorbing her words. "And now, you're their heir. You carry their legacy."

Morgana's eyes shone with determination. "Yes. I won't let them down. I will honor their memory and protect their legacy."

Morgana turned to Griphook, her expression resolute. "Griphook, can the goblins safely remove the Horcrux within me and place it in my locket?" She showed him the delicate and intricately designed silver locket inlaid with an emerald tear-drop she had received from Salazar Slytherin.

Griphook examined the locket and nodded. "It is possible. The ritual is complex, but we have the means to do it safely. Are you ready to proceed?"

Morgana nodded resolutely, her grip tightening on the locket. "I trust your expertise. This Horcrux... it must be kept safe until Tom can be fully restored."

Griphook led them to a small chamber where the ritual would take place. He instructed Morgana to lie on a stone altar, the locket placed beside her. Anthony stood by the side, unable to hold her hand, but still close by for support. Getting into place she was more determined than ever “Let's do this”

The ritual began, with Griphook chanting in the ancient goblin tongue. The room filled with a soft, golden light as the Horcrux was carefully extracted from Morgana’s soul and transferred into the locket. Morgana felt a sharp pain, but it was brief, and she focused on the love and support she felt from Anthony and Merlin, who had joined Anthony still in his feline form to silently lend his strength.

As the ritual came to an end the Horcrux was extracted and encapsulated within the delicate and intricate silver locket. Griphook carefully placed it in Morgana's hands, who cradled it delicately as if holding a fragile treasure. The part of her soul-bound that had weighed upon her for so long now rested within this small, enchanted vessel.

It was finally over, Morgana felt a sense of relief wash over her. Exhausted Morgana leaned against the cool stone wall, the locket hung around her neck. She could feel the faint, warm pulses of Tom's soul-piece within, a strange comfort that mingled with a sense of responsibility. She thanked Griphook, her gratitude evident.

The vault's dim lighting cast long shadows over the walls as Morgana and Anthony stood by the goblin's desk, the newly imbued locket resting heavily against her chest. A soft, almost imperceptible hum of ancient magic emanated from it, resonating with her very core. Griphook watched them with a calculating gaze, the weight of centuries of goblin tradition reflected in his eyes.