Rebirth of Lady Morgana

Quidditch match ~ THEY DID WHAT?!

The day that Hogwarts Quidditch season started had finally arrived; and the atmosphere throughout the school was electric. The first match of the season, as always (at least according to the older students) was Slytherin versus Gryffindor, it was easily the most eagerly anticipated event every year. Morgana, now the temporary Slytherin Seeker, was ready for her debut - at least until next year. In the Slytherin common room, her teammates were abuzz with encouragement and last-minute strategies.

On the day of the match, the stadium was a sea of green and red. Slytherin supporters cheered loudly for their team, while Gryffindor fans responded with equal fervor. Morgana mounted the broomstick that she had borrowed from Higgs, feeling the familiar thrill of the upcoming game. She glanced at her brother Anthony and Draco Malfoy in the stands, who were watching her every move intently.Madam Hooch's whistle blew, and the game began. Morgana soared into the sky, her eyes scanning for the Golden Snitch. The game was fierce; Gryffindor and Slytherin players darted through the air, the Quaffle passing rapidly between Chasers.

"And they're off! Slytherin in possession—no, Gryffindor steals it! Angelina Johnson speeding down the pitch—look at her go!" Lee Jordan's voice boomed across the stadium. "And a Bludger narrowly misses her—well done, with that save George!"

High in the stands, Lily Potter sat next to Albus Dumbledore. Her eyes were fixed on Morgana, but not with maternal pride. Instead, a dark intent gleamed in her gaze. Dumbledore sat beside her, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

"And Slytherin scores! That's 10-0 to Slytherin! Come on, Gryffindor, keep up!"

Morgana's broom suddenly bucked violently, almost throwing her off. She tightened her grip, heart pounding. It wasn't the wind or a rogue Bludger—something was wrong.

"Wait a moment—what's happening to Morgana's broom?" Lee Jordan exclaimed, his voice rising in concern. "Looks like it's trying to buck her off! Can brooms get ill?"

Unbeknownst to the crowd, both Severus Snape and Professor Quirrell (with Tom concealed beneath the turban, but still watching) noticed the irregular movements of Morgana's broom. Exchanging a quick glance, they began muttering the counter-curse, hoping to save her from disaster.

Down in the stands, Anthony and Draco watched in horror as Morgana's broom continued to jerk uncontrollably. Anthony's eyes darted around, seeking the source of the curse. Draco followed his actions, trying desperately to find the source. Finally, his gaze landed on the Professors Stand and he spotted Dumbledore's smirk and Lily's muttering.

"Look at Dumbledore!" Draco whispered urgently to Anthony. "And your mum!"

Anthony's face turned pale with anger and fear. "She's cursing Morgana's broom!" he realized.

“We need to stop her,” Draco said, urgency lacing his voice.

They turned towards Blaise and Theo. “Lily’s cursing Morgana’s broom!” Anthony panted in a panic. “We have to stop her!”Blaise and Theo exchanged quick glances and nodded. “We’ll handle it. We can sneak over to the Professors' Stand,” Blaise whispered. “Create a distraction.”

As Blaise and Theo made their way quietly towards the Professors' Stand, Lee Jordan’s commentary continued, “And Johnson takes the Quaffle again—what skill, what precision! Gryffindor is really showing their stuff today!”

Theo and Blaise slipped through the shadows, avoiding attention. They reached the back of the Professors' Stand, wands at the ready. With a quick incantation, they pointed their wands at Lily.

“Lacarnum Inflamarae!” they whispered in unison.

Flames erupted from the tips of their wands shooting silently onto Lily’s robes, causing her to scream and leap to her feet, trying to extinguish the fire. The crowd's attention shifted momentarily to the spectacle in the stands. Dumbledore’s smirk quickly disappeared as he worriedly noticed the commotion beside him.