Chapter 2
While Ragnog went to fetch the Malfoys, Morgan went with a younger Goblin named Griphook to their infirmary. The younger Goblin was wary of her. I don’t blame him, she mused, I am after all just a witch to him. And Goblins have no reasons to be kind to a witch. One day that will change.
“Through here miss.”
Griphook ushered her through iron doors into a room with a single bed and two other Goblins working at a potions bench. The pair stopped as she entered and both inclined their heads to her. It seemed Ragnog had informed the elders among them who were old enough to remember a time before glorified servitude to the wizarding world.
“Welcome Lady of the Lake. We were not surprised when Ragnog informed us that the witch who trusted us to treat her was none other than you. Please lie down and we will begin.”
Morgan smiled at both of them and moved to the bed. The taller of the two healers snapped their fingers and her outfit changed into a simple white nightgown. She closed her eyes in peace and began to explain her desires.
“I would trust no others to perform such complicated magic in this time. Even in my own, only the Council of Avalon was trusted enough to treat the queen. Otherwise I turned to the Goblins. Now as to why we are here. Please deage me to age 11 in body, mind, and magic. I would also appreciate a blood ritual to connect me to the Malfoys so none can question my origin. I assume you have their blood on record?”
The goblin nodded in affirmative and moved back to the potion bench.
Morgan continued to lay there with her eyes closed, enjoying what was most likely her last bits of peace in her current form. Naga was coiled in a ball beside her safely. She wondered briefly if the blood magic would alter her appearance, but decided she didn’t care.
Time passed as she lay there meditating. At a point she was given the potion to drink. Morgan was vaguely aware of the blood ritual happening at the same time.
“You may rise, Lady” The shorter goblin murmured beside her.
She slowly sat up, aware already that her height had shortened. While not a towering woman, Morgan knew she had been taller than most. She had forgotten that she had started as such a small child.
Swinging her legs around, she stood up from the bed and strode over to the large ornate mirror on the wall.
Blue fire eyes still reflected back at her, bringing an unexpected comfort. It was after all the only feature of her mother she possessed. Her hair, still jet black, coiled more tightly in wild curls. That would need to be tamed urgently, she supposed. Objectively she had the beauty of a doll.
“You look like my sister, Bellatrix, when she was little. It fits that a Malfoy would use blood magic to manipulate an outcome.”
A woman with blond and black hair stood behind her, a calculating look on her face. Power emanated from her posture and Morgan was pleased to see her wearing a traditional high quality cloak. This is a woman I could respect.
“I had to ensure my plan would work. As you are here and not in chains, I assume you have agreed to Ragnog’s proposal?” Morgan tilted her head to the side and was interested to see that on a child, her calculating look merely came across as curious. Narcissa waved a wand and a chair appeared.
Focusing her magic that was still tingling under her skin, she conjured a chair for herself as well and sat facing the woman. She did not like how much effort it had taken though. Being 11 was not enjoyable. Still, this is what it was going to take for her plans to succeed. As long as Narcissa complied.
“I have decided to at least meet you. Do I believe that you are Morgan le Fay? Questionable. Although your wandless magic is impressive. And as you have ensured, you are a Malfoy by blood so it would be... difficult to ignore your presence. You have my attention now, which is more than most can say.” She conjured up some tea and sat waiting for Morgan to respond.
“Well I’ll start with what should be obvious, Magic is dying. Lady Magik has forsaken the wizarding world because the wizarding world first abandoned her. Tell me, Lady Malfoy, when was the last time you lit a fire at Beltane? Or spent Samhain in remembrance and ritual? Merlin began a war with me to end tradition. To join the muggles in peace,” She spit the word. “To become one with them and everything would work out. But we were never meant for that. Our worlds were meant to stay separate. We even have a home blessed by Magik in another realm, Avalon.”
Narcissa sat quietly watching her, observing and listening, her face blank. When Morgan paused, Narcissa took a sip of her tea and spoke.
“You are right that our people have abandoned tradition. Although many now would not admit that. Now, tradition is seen as how pure someone’s blood remains. Whether or not they have mingled with muggles. And now we are once again ready to wage war on this issue. Are you offering another way?” She raised a brow at Morgan and waited patiently. Morgan grinned back at her.
“There is always another way, as a true Slytherin knows.”
“And what do you wish of me, besides a place to stay?”
Morgan sat quiet for a moment. It was certainly harder to gather her thoughts now, a struggle she despised.
“I need guidance. While I was a queen once and will be one again, I do not know this world. And I will need to know it perfectly, if I am to be its savior. Even if I am not the savior it wants.”
“I see. Well any daughter to the Malfoy and Black name, would be expected to know it all. To be perfect in every sense. We are not a family of feelings, but we are loyal beyond measure. Family is of course the most important thing. Although, if you are indeed Morgan Le Fay, than I assume family to you is... complicated.”
Morgan grimaced in agreement but mulled over Narcissa’s words.
“Loyalty is something I understand. This I can agree to. What will we tell the world of your miraculous second child?” This was the part of her plan she had not worked out as she did not know enough of the politics in this time.
“Our family has always been secretive, and daughters are not as valued now. It would not surprise many that Draco was indeed a twin. No, the one who we will most need to convince you are nothing but a child is Albus Dumbledore.”
“And who is he?”
“He is the headmaster at Hogwarts and, unfortunately, known as the strongest wizard of our time. Some say he is Merlin reincarnated.”
Morgan’s lip curled in disgust. So, even in another life I will face you. Well this time I plan to win. She thought darkly to herself.
“It’s no matter, even Merlin himself found me innocent at first.”
Narcissa smiled a true smile for the first time since arriving.
“In that case, welcome to the family Morgana Malfoy.”