Oh, Merlin

3.0

The school year started like any other, with Morgan slipping into her daily routine and Y/N teaching students about the muggle world. Morgan expected it to all be a drag, with the prison guards blocking all the exits and the escape of Sirius Black looming over the school. But it had been good.

And then she had her first divination lesson.

At first not even the unusually long and confusing journey to the classroom could settle her excitement. She had read into the subject through the holidays, pondering over the thought of seeing and predicting the future. If she could look into the future, maybe she could look into the past too. And despite her mother never talking about her father or where he was, her thoughts always seemed to wonder to him. She itched to find out more, to find out what he looked like, what he did, what his middle name was.

Harry and Ron shared a table, Morgan and Hermione on the one to their left. After Mrs Trelawney give her speech, the class jumped into reading their partners tea leaves. The teacher had just finished reading Harry's, shocking the class into silence, when she made her way over to the two girls.

"Let me have a look, Morgan." She took Morgan's cup, looking into it with an intense stare. And at once her mouth widened, eyes following suit.

"Oh dear." The class collectively looked at Morgan, each student with a different expression. "The leaves say that something is going to be uncovered. Something you've always wanted to know."

Morgan's heart started pumping faster, could this be about her father?

"And it will be the most disappointing, heartbreaking, turn of events."

Her head started to throb, heartbreak? How could it possibly be a turn of events?

"It's going to send you into a pit of suffering, depression even. And you'll never be able to see your hero the same again."

Her hero? Her mind started to run through the possibilities. Could it be Dumbledore? Or Hagrid? Or even Harry?

"But at least you'll finally know the truth."

Hermione scoffed beside her, drawing all the attention to her. "You read all that from some tea leaves?"

Mrs Trelawney glared pointedly at the brown haired girl, before putting Morgan's tea cup down and moving on to the next table.

Ron and Harry stared at her with raised eyebrows, Harry even looked a little frightened.

"What do you think she's talking about?" Ron asked, leaning towards Hermione and Morgan.

Morgan had told them all about her father, or more like the lack of a father. But she didn't feel comfortable speaking about it now, the stares of students burning a hole into the back of her head. "I'll tel you later."

And that had been it, the lesson ended like any other and they moved onto the next lesson.

On the other side of school Miss L/N sat at her desk, having just dismissed her class. She had a free period now, and decided that instead of retiring to the teachers break room, or her own chambers, she'd stay in her classroom. She knew some students needed to see her about the awfully confusing 'remote control', anyway.

She pulled out her quill and the pile of ever growing homework, going through each of them and marking them out of ten. She'd been there for 20 minutes when her eye started to droop and her quill slipped out of her hand. And then the next minute she was outside.

She turned around, observing her surroundings and instantly recognising the house behind her. It was her house, the house where Morgan grew up. Her lips tilted up in a smile, remembering all the memories made inside the four walls. She thought back to the first time she had walked in. Her stomach was swollen, hand lying on it. The place was a fixer upper, so she had called in Remus to help her fix it up.

Then she thought to the day she brought Morgan home. She was so small then, drowning in a thick, pink blanket from the hospital. Y/N had placed her in a white cot, wondering how the hell she was going to do this. Wasn't raising a child, alone, hard? Then there was more. Morgan's first steps, her first words, first day at school. The first time she brought a friend over, her first sleepover. Then more recent things. How she explained Hogwarts and magic to Morgan, and how she helped her pack her drunk for the first time.

Y/N wasn't afraid to admit that this house was one of the biggest parts of her life, one of the most crucial turning points. So when she was faced with the reality that they wouldn't be home for most of the year, she refused to sell it. Giving this house away was like giving away 12 years of her life.

She was snapped out of thought as a twig snapped behind her. She reeled around, looking into the darkness.

"Lumos." The tip of her wand started to glow, uncovering the darkness.

She instantly jumped back, tripping over a stick and slamming into the ground. There was a massive wolf staring at her, fur as dark as night.

A sharp pain ran up her arm but she ignored it.

"Padfoot-"

She jumped awake, eyes snapping up to the tall figure in front of her.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Remus asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"Y-yeah." She took a deep breath, struggling to calm her nerves. "I-uh-I just remembered something..."

Remus nodded at her, asking her to continue.

"It was h-him, Remus." Her voice was breathy and small, almost disappearing before it even reaches his ears.

His eyes widened, face dropping. "Are you sure?"

"Positive. Sirius Black is coming."