Best Friends with Benefits

Chapter 8 - Morgana's Father

Harry moved through the tombstones, to the spot he knew he had to reach, under the large tree. He got to the right aisle and moved down to his parents tomb but as he approached he noticed someone was before the tomb, a small figure wrapped in a coat with a blond head bowed and arms wrapped around the body for warmth.

Harry finally reached the tomb and looked down at the little girl whose eyes had nothing to do with the dreamy orbs she had inherited from her mother, her eyes were reddish from the tears..

'What are you doing here, sweetie?' Harry asked and Morgana looked up at him with furious eyes, the eyes of the innocent being right about something and not being afraid to show it.

'It's your fault she died, it's your fault she suffered, you killed her, without my Godmother I'm like you, alone,' Morgana accused, her light voice heaving with new tears. Harry looked at the girl in terror, only then he noticed two more figures were behind the girl, Jane and Robert Granger were wrapped in each other's arms, sobbing and mourning.

Then Harry dared to look at the tombstones, next to the joint tombstone of his parents, there was one more, as imposing and heavy with a description that made Harry's heart stop.

Hermione Jane Granger

19/09/1979 – 25/12/2004

Beloved Daughter Friend Godmother & Heroine

The Brightest Witch of her Age

Harry's eyes snapped open and he gave a groan as he felt the cold sweat run down his entire body, he was on his own bed at Hogwarts and he could feel his entire body still in numbness from the nightmare. He had to capture Yaxley quickly, and he had to inform Hermione about it.

Christmas day started for him quickly, he had set his mind, in first chance, he would talk to Hermione, he had to, she would be angry, it had been days ever since the threat started but he had to inform her, he had to clear up things and she needed to be prepared, even if that would lead her in fear of Morgana and her parents, she never regarded herself when there were others before her that could be in line of fire.

When he finally moved down to the common room he found Hermione and Morgana chasing each other around or rather Hermione chasing Morgana as the toddler seemed not too keen of wearing a bow to her hair while Hermione wanted her Goddaughter to look great for her parents.

'Oh come on 'Ana... it will be only for a few hours!' Hermione begged as she heaved breaths after chasing the girl for almost half an hour, she smiled good morning to Harry and nodded her head towards a pile of gifts under their personal Christmas tree in the common room, the girls had obviously opened theirs already, Morgana's eagerness was known so no gift would have remained closed.

'Your mum wants you to wear a bow too but you won't do it.' Morgana accused and Hermione sighed, indeed she wouldn't but she wasn't a four year old, Morgana was! 'Harry, help me,' Morgana and Hermione said at the same time and Harry grinned despite his own worries for way darker matters that concerned the girls before him but scooped Morgana in her arms as Hermione approached. Harry turned slightly so he could talk to Morgana privately.

'If you wear the bow, I promise the first day of spring, when all the snow will be melted, I'll take you for your first ride on a broom.' Harry said and both Morgana and Hermione widened their eyes.

'What?'

'Deal!'

Harry smiled at the two girls as he turned again and allowed Hermione to use the bow but the brunette was glaring at him.