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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She did not leave Draco Malfoy that night. The memory was well etched in her mind. The raw screams of her friends will forever torment her. It was her fault.
She should have known.
Draco stood proudly, looking at the monster they would defeat. His grey orbs with no emotion while Voldemort carved the dark mark on his forearm. His legs were shaking slightly, but he would not give in to the pain.
The first to fall was Pucey. He couldn't bare the pain. He craddled his forearm, silent tears streaming down his face. Marcus Flint did not even flinch, but he seethed when Voldemort wrapped his hand around his wrist.
Narcissa had cried with her that night. The two women stayed with Draco whom after taken a few wobbly steps out of the study, collapsed.
"Morrigan, what are you planning? Whatever it is, don't let him know. I know my son is hiding things from me. Lucius also knows. Tell me, Mor. As much as I love you for what you make y son feel, I won't have you endager him", said a Narcissa Black.
"Cissa, I will rather die than put Draco in danger, or any of my friends. I will not ally with him. That monster killed Cedric. I am a monster too, but I will never do anything to harm other people that don't deserve it. I will put a new ministry with Slytherin on the top. We have been long forgotten at Hogwarts. I am long tired of Slytherin having to be the black sheep. We have feelings and ambition. We are not our parents. We are not certainly our heritage.
I am not letting it be tarnished. I can't. We are just mere adolescents with ambition and ruthlessness. We aren't meant to be in this position. We have to fight our way to the top, even if it means bringing down the greatest wizard in history. Not without meticulous planning, of course. I am placing Draco as minister after all this is done. This is all for him. Everything I do is for him. For us to have a future without having to hide in the shadows for being Slytherin's. I will not allow it. I will avenge Draco. I promised him he wouldn't be marked, nor any of my friends. I did not plan for Lucius to go to Azkaban, but he did not get out in time after I told him so.", Morrigan finishes.
Narcissa let in a breath, eyes widening at the realization.
"Gods, Mor. I can protect you for so much, but I won't protect you if it means not prioritazing Draco", she says.
"I'm not even my own priority. I will never do anything to intentionally harm Draco. I don't need your protection. You help Draco, and focus on him. You are being a great mother. I have raised myself without a mother, I surely won't need one now. I apologize that Draco was marked, I tried everything so that he did not suffer from his wrath", she tried.
"You sent to kill them, didn't you? You killed Bella and the other three. Saints, Morrigan-"
"I did what I had to in order to have Voldemort in my hands. I need to move them to higher position of power so that he doesn't suspect. I am sorry-"
"No. Just let it be. My deranged sister can not cause any harm now. She once tried to use the Cruciatus curse on him. Salazar, I was so afraid. I know you are trying to help, but please. You need to tread carefully with Voldemort. If he suspects something, he'll have no mercy. Along with you, my son comes into that same bag too", Narcissa finishes.
"I will. I promise you that when it comes to protecting Draco, I will give my own life for his. I won't leave a mother without her son, nor a father without his son".
Narcissa nods as Morrigan stands up an leaves to Draco's room. He was sitting in the edge of the bed, scratching his mark. His breaths were not controlled as he heaved loudly. Tears fell into his arms where the mark was pressed.
It was almost as if he wanted to tear his skin away.
Her legs buckled.
It had been her fault.
Without thinking, she moved for her wand and apparated in the same warm apartment that reeked of sand and parchment.
"Please tell me you bring beers again. I just ran out- wait, Gaunt? Gods. Sit down. Here. Are you all right?", Bill Weasley asks, gripping her forearms and lowering her into the sofa that he had just steered clear from parchment and artefacts.
"He marked them. He marked Draco and my friends. I- Please. Tell me you have something. Tell me you have found a way to break the blood curse", she pleads, eyeing the man with sorrow.
Bill visibly gulps. He never expected to have the Gaunt crying in his living room. He moves to encase her shaking hands.
"I'm onto something. I'm close to perfecting the counter-curse. I can't promise that it won't hurt. The blood curses are complex, and it is rare to ever undo them. Give me a month. I'll meet you in Hogshead or something", he said.
"No, we can't have this now. Voldemort will suspect. He feels if someone severes the blood curse. Just as he feels if one of his followers dies or calls upon him. Have it ready for the battle. A disillusionment charm will do for the time being. I won't allow him to live with that the rest of his life", she says.
Bill looks at her steel glaze. He only nods and pulls a potion from a case. It's mysterious green milk gleaming in the moonlight.
"Take this. Give them this. Just a drop will do. This will ease the effects. It won't burn their arm if Voldemort summons them, it will only darken. They won't feel the effects. This numbs the blood curse enough so that I can take it off later. One drop will do. I'll make more batches and send it to Remus. I have your back, Gaunt. Can you dissaparate like this? You can crash in the bedroom, I'll take the couch", Bill offered.
"No. I need to go back and fend for Draco. Thank you for this, Bill. I will use it wisely. I expect your potion to work wonders. I'll leave now. I'm sorry I don't bring beers this time, but lets leave it for next time. Perhaps, Latin American beers can be your new niche", she says, waving her wand again.
Taking the potion, she moves to the bedroom where Draco gripped his mother's shoulders, letting out dry sobs. Morrigan's shoulder falter as she inspect the view.
Draco unlatches himself from his mother and stares at Morrigan with a silent expression. She gulps and leaves the potion in his night table.
"This diminishes the effect of the mark. It won't burn when he calls you, and you won't feel anything that can be sent through the blood curse. One drop will do. Give it to the others. I'll have more being sent. I'm sorry, I need to go", Morrigan rushes, with Draco pleading her name.
She takes her wand and apparates back to Lynch Manor. Her hands trembled as she gatherd book after book. She needed to find a way to kill Dumbledore, and a way to help her cadre. She wouldn't fail them again.
