She was the last of her line, according to her father. A natural parseltongue, and a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin.
Gaunt. The long lost Slytherin heir. The long lost phantom queen.
She was bred by her father to be determined, cunning, ru...
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"Mor. Mor. Morrigan. You could have saved me. You could have foreseen this", Cedric Diggory said, looking at her with a glare. She was on the floor back in the graveyard. She withered in pain. Instead of Harry being hit by the cruciatus curse it was her.
Her mouth twitched in agony. Her screams filled the night. Just like they did that day.
"You only care for yourself. You are no better than him. You are a murderer, Morrigan".
Murderer
Murderer
Murderer
"Stop. Stop it. Stop it please", she pleaded, rolling on the ground and trying to clutch her insides.
She stood up, drenched in sweat, heaving. It had been like that since that day. She did not even go to the last dinner. She couldn't face it. Not her friends. Not anyone.
Since that day, she began to close off. She did not want Draco or any of her friends getting hurt because of her. Instead, she stood in the lone manor in Ireland with Aidan.
Aidan. She killed his parents.
It was hard to explain. After throwing things around and crashing Seamus's study, he understood. She profusely apologized about not being given a choice. But she did not apologize for the rage she felt in that moment.
Aidan was there in a second. He'd extend a glass of water as she finished heaving. Another nightmare. One that she found herself thinking about for a long time.
Aidan said it was the replaying trauma of losing Cedric and not going as planned. It could have been that, or her crippling anxiety that now overwhelmed her thoughts.
She was anxious. There wasn't a moment when she didn't think of second guessing every plan she made, or feeling threatened. For the most time, she as alone in her manor. She had gotten rid of Mala's presence in the study. It belonged to her now.
A house elf knocked on the door and squeaked out, "Ms. Gaunt, someone is outside the doors. Says his name is Remus Lupin. Shall I let him in?".
"Please, I've told you to call me Morrigan. Yes, please escort him inside", she replied, still writing down on papers.
She had started to take over the Wizengamot. With her influence, she had gotten trial cases and offers of her other members of the court. It was her duty at seventeen to take her position as chief witch, and all the others were trying to be on her good side.
"Morrigan. It's good to see you. How are you?", Remus said, fastening his suit and taking a seat in front of her.
She stops signing forms and sighs, caressing her forehead for the incoming migraine.
"Hi, Remus. It's nice seeing you too. I'm as good as it can get considering the circumstances. So, I must ask, what brings you here?", she asked.
"Dumbledore. He has reunited the order. The original members were the first to hear, but eventually he recruited more wizards to his cause. He has sent people to guard a prophecy at the department of mysteries", he says heading towards the ornate cart in front of the desk and eyeing Morrigan questionably.
She nods, gesturing him to the fire whiskey filled cart. Mala had a knack for old and expensive whiskey and muggle scotch. She had eventually taken glasses to settle her overwhelming thoughts. Remus popped off the cap and served himself.
"So, the old man is recruiting. Good. What is so important about this prophecy? This year I know Cornelius is tightening his rein on Hogwarts and Dumbledore. I got word from Lucius that he is planning to put Dolores Umbridge as new DADA Professor. She has a reputation of sorts. It is possible that either they destitute Dumbledore and she takes over as Headmaster or that Fudge puts ministry employees in the castle", she says sighing.
"A prophecy important enough to contain Voldemort's defeat. He wants to get his hands on it, but there is always guard. Yes, we heard that too. Dumbledore fears she is going to report everything-", he continues, but was interrupted by Mor.
"She will not. I'll put all the Slytherins in her good graces, even if it means being a kiss ass for a while. I'll get her to confide in me and I'll report back to you, assuming the mail hasn't been controlled by that point. Voldemort would want to use her influences on the ministry and in the Wizengamot. I thought of it-"
"Let em guess, you already planned it. Mor, this is not healthy. Being locked in this house only scheming and plotting. Where is Draco?", he says, taking her hand.
She recoils and takes her hand from his. She shakes her head.
"I'm sorry, Remus. I don't want anybody touching me, remember. As for Draco and my friends, I can't be with them. Not right now. Not until I know that they are safe from any harm. That is why I must plan and lay low-", she tries.
"That is some half-lamed excuse, Mor. I know you. This is about you being afraid. Your friends don't need protection, Mor. I've seen how capable they are. Besides, you can't protect everyone", he says, finishing off his glass.
He eyes the glass next to her hand and glares.
"Don't drink too much of that. It'll make you sick", he says already standing up.
He grins back and waves, apparating back to England.
She sighs, takes her glass in one hand and hurls it towards the wall. The glass bouncing off and the house elf running into the room to clean it. She muttered an apology and looked through the window.
Narcissa was here.
She closed Mala's study and placed her coat on.
For a month she did not try to see Draco or contact her friends. They had been writing to her relentlessly, but nobody knew the true location of the Lynch manor. Draco had begged his mother to take him, but Narcissa wouldn't.
"Cissa, it is a pleasure seeing you here. Please, come inside", Morrigan says, opening the door.
Narcissa nodded and with a stoic expression turned to Morrigan.
"I'm here to retrieve you, Morrigan. There's pressing matters in the Malfoy manor. He's making them his headquarters. If Lucius fails his mission, he will brand Draco. You must come. Please Morrigan, if you ever cared about my son, you will put aside whatever fight you have and help him", the mother of one says.
Mor stilled. For the first time, her eyes were lit with something. With cold, calculated and withering rage.
"Then give me a second to pack my belongings and tell my cousin. I will not let that happen, Cissa. I promised all of them I wouldn't. I will try to take that burden away from Lucius. I will try, Cissa. This isn't happening under my watch. Not to any of my friends. I have to protect them from him-", she starts.
A sob escapes her lips. With a trembling hand, Mor runs upstairs and packs all she can. She wouldn't fail her friends again.
Narcissa was there in an instant. She hugged Morrigan and muttered into her hair.
She wouldn't let Draco get branded. She promised herself to protect them from him. That was the first thing she felt in that month.
Fear. Fear of not being there for her friends. She packed her trunk and nodded to Narcissa. She clutched her hand and they appeared just outside the Malfoy Manor.
She raised her head and smirked, gulping all the fear she had through all this month. She nodded to Narcissa and they prowled inside to protect the people they loved.
