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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The Riddle Diary
Marvolo's Gaunt Ring
Helga Hufflepuff's Cup
Rowena Ravenclaw's Diadem
Nagini
Slytherin Locket
Harry Potter
Voldemort's body
She visibly shivered. There were a lot of Horcruxes, and somehow, she knew one of them was destroyed, and the other was in her possession unbeknownst to her uncle.
She knew where all of them were hidden. She was sitting on the gold mine. Her right hand jerked ever so slightly writing down their locations. She knew for a fact that retrieving them wouldn't be as easy as just seeing it in memory of his.
It seems she needed to guide Harry Potter into finding them and destroying every single one of his soul pieces. She was willing to do this, even if it ultimately led her to her death. Regulus Black had died for one of them, it would be an honor to die exposing Voldemort's every denture and Achilles heels,
That was something she did the next week prior to the first week of school. Theo and Millie had received the Prefect Badges this year. This gave the cadre access to the bathroom for any potion-making.
The bathroom that held many dear memories for her. She almost shuddered reminiscing his every gentle touch.
She misses Draco. It was painful how much restraint she had to put on not latching into his arms and promising him the world.
She did not even give him an opportunity to talk to her. She had been so busy going from the Wizengamot to her own endeavors.
To her own endeavors, she meant visiting Bill Weasley at his apartment in Diagon Alley. With beers in hand she opened his door, which was charmed for only a few people to to get inside.
"Thank Merlin you bring them. So, what is it today you are teaching me? You say it cures hangovers? Beers usually are the cause of them-", he started.
"Listen here. This is my secret recipe. Developed it over this summer. Apparently its called michelada. Here, I brought a prepared mix", she says, tossing the small bottle to an unsuspecting Bill.
"Rude. After I welcome you to my humble home, you don't want to give me the recipe for this rubbish-"
"Don't finish that sentence. You take a tall glass, put a ring of salt in the rim, ice, the mix, beer and then voila!", she says handing him a glass.
Bill Weasley quizzically looked at the glass that gave a brownish-red color, his face contorted in disgust as he took a whiff of something containing tomato and worchester sauce. Morrigan rolled her eyes and tiped the glass on his lips further, watching him take a big gulp. Bill's eyes widened as he inspected the drink, taking one more sip, then humming, almost inhaling the rest of the content inside the glass.
