Inside My Mind (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Chapter XCI

Boston, Massachusetts, the United States of America

Saturday the 1st of May 1998

11:00 PM

"Who am I?" Morgan whispered.

"What do you mean who are you? It's a logical explanation really. We've always been mentally unbalanced, you know. We had psychosis for a few years. Since we were perhaps, fourteen. I really don't remember. Then, we have Anti-social personality disorder. It's an interesting little disorder you know. The symptoms are—" said the small, bushy-haired, know-it-all girl that stood in the left mirror. The woman with long straight brown hair that was in the right mirror rolled her eyes.

"You're annoying. Stop talking. You're making this much too complicated. Morgan, you are us. A fragment of a whole really," the woman said, knowingly and Morgan frowned in confusion and she tilted her head to the left.

"But…how? How come I can't remember? Just…the blonde woman. She brought me here but the more I try to remember, the more I can't…" Morgan said, sounding rather frustrated. The woman sighed and shook her head, leaning forward against the glass.

"Of course you don't remember. We suppressed our memories. My name…is Morrigan. I am the future version of yourself."

"And I'm Hermione Granger. I was a Gryffindor at Hogwarts and was top of my ye—"

"She was your past self. You're under glamour right now. A complicated glamour that was placed upon you by Luna Lovegood, the Light Seer, and your brother, Draco Malfoy," Morrigan said, interrupting Hermione. Hermione glared but said nothing. Morgan felt a flash of recognition at the name of Malfoy.

"The haughty pureblood…" she whispered. Hermione smiled, brightly and she nodded, agreeing heartily.

"Yes, the haughty pureblood. He was really your sister's blood brother. She's not your blood brother. Your mother is going to marry her godfather, Sirius Black. Her name is Bella Potter and she's the Girl-Who-Lived," explained Hermione. Morgan's eyes widened and she looked at her own reflection, which was in the very middle. It was fluctuating to reveal someone that looked nothing like her with wild, greasy brown hair, pale skin, and dark eyes.

The image returned to her normal red hair and blue eyes. Or perhaps…

"The Girl-Who-Lived…and the Dark Lord. The Angel…and the Riddle…" Morgan whispered, something dawning on her. Hermione nodded, emphatically and Morrigan leaned forward, absolutely intrigued. Morgan swallowed as she knew she was forgetting something.

"And then…our Italian love…Apollo."

Golden eyes came to mind with tanned skin and dark hair. A slight smile, ever so slight, surfaced and she couldn't believe that she had forgotten. Memories of her time with the mysterious boy flooded back to her. He had held her when she cried. He had been there to make her laugh. He had been her first…and her last.

"Blaise," Morgan gasped and she fell against the middle mirror. The second her hands touched the mirror, it rippled underneath her fingers and she felt a burning emerge from her fingertips. It spread through her body and she stared in shock as it looked like her image was burned away from her to reveal someone different.