Chapter 9
"No- no- no- magic is real! I can and have done it! I'll- I'll prove it-"
Morgan jerks out her hands and tries to levitate a sofa, but fails miserably. She couldn't even feel her magic. She starts to sweat as she begins to panic and Vernon laughs, "Magic? So the Freak has really gone crazy, then"
Morgan stares at her hands, shaking and crying, as her background lightens and she's in a nursery and Vernon's huge figure turns taller and slimmer and as she looks up, she can faintly recognize traces of Tom Riddle on Voldemort's face and he points his wand at her and says-
"Avada Kedavra-"
Morgan woke up yelling. The next thing she knew she was wrapped in a hug by who she later found out was Hermione.
The next few hours were a blur, but she knew every single person from Gryffindor and Slytherin came to see her at least once. Even Malfoy. Imagine that!
The next time she actually felt herself (as in not the robot version she was the first few hours after she woke up) was when she was in Remus' office, holding a cup of tea, wrapped in a blanket.
"How are you feeling?" Remus asked, kindly.
"I'd rather not talk about it," Morgan said, rather abruptly.
He inclined his head in recognition and switched the topic to her parents, and offered to tell her some stories from their time at Hogwarts, an offer she immediately accepted.
In hindsight, this was a clever move, as it got her to forget about the previous topic and open up a little more.
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The next day was a mess. Everybody kept treating Morgan like she was glass and she hated it.
At least the Slytherins were back to normal.
There was also so much hugging and touching the day before, Morgan kept flinching whenever either Ron or Hermione touched her.
In the heat of the moment, Morgan would've done anything to ensure the comfort of her year, she didn't think about the impact of all the comfort and hugging on her, who still flinched when anybody made an unexpected motion.
She knew she just needed some time alone, but she didn't have the heart to tell either Ron or Hermione when she knew they were just trying to take care of her.
All this just resulted in her throwing herself into her work. Maybe she should ask people to annoy her more often.
By the time Saturday came around, she had managed not to kill anyone, but she had noticed something else.
Her wand felt off. It still worked and she didn't think it was hexed or anything but she didn't know what was wrong.
She decided to approach Professor McGonagall. When she described her issue to the Professor, McGonagall's eyebrows raised and raised and raised up and past her hairline.
"What you're describing, Ms Potter," She began, "is when a wixen goes through a traumatic or life-changing event and their previous wand refuses to work for them."
Was meeting her parents really that 'life-changing' for her?
"...so what do I do about it?"
"I will talk to Headmaster Dumbledore and see if it's possible to arrange a visit to Ollivander's, you will have a reply by tomorrow"
Morgan thanked her professor and left, her head buzzing with questions as to how this happened.
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"Checkmate. I don't know why you bother, you're terrible at chess, mate, no offense."
Morgan shrugged, "Eh"
Hermione looked up from her homework.
"What's the boggart banishing spell again?"
Morgan would've wondered how Hermione of all people forgot an answer, but lately, Hermione had been forgetting a lot of stuff. Ron and Morgan had yet to address it, hoping it would blow over by itself.
"Riddikulus" They answered in unison- as if they could forget that particular lesson.
Hermione looked apologetic for unintentionally bringing up bad memories, which Morgan didn't really mind, but then her expression changed and she looked like she was remembering something.
"Say, Morgan?"
"Yeah?"
"I had a question but I didn't how to bring it up so I've been putting it off- but I want to ask it now"
"Well- go ahead,"
"Back in the summer when you claimed the Potter Heirship, why was everyone so excited about it? Wasn't it an already known fact? After all, you're the only surviving Heir of the Potter House," Hermione said.
Morgan started, she hadn't given this much thought (or any thought at all) but come to think of it, why was everyone excited?
She looked to Ron for the answer (because he was one of the people who were excited).
Ron looked surprised at the question, "Well, mate, lots of people reject their heirships, don't they? 'Cause they attach it to dark magic and the dark side and all,"
Hermione looked confused, "Why? They seem to have no association"
"It's 'cause a lot of the older traditions were dark, they think all the things that aren't modern are dark"
Morgan was a bit miffed at him saying the older traditions were dark but she chose not to say anything till she was more confident about her own knowledge on the subject.
"So why was your mom a bit... mad? about it?"
Ron's expression darkened, "Let's not talk about it."
"Say, Hermione, why are you asking this now?"
"Oh, the author just wanted a way to fit the explanation into the story and they could find no other way to do that"
"What?"
Morgan opened her mouth to say something when she was interrupted by, "Excuse me, I'm supposed to give this to Ms Potter,"
"Who's it from?"
She looked at the slanted handwriting that was starting to become familiar.
"Dumbledore"
She opened it, hoping to Merlin it was what she thought it was.