Unfaithful Dreams

Unfaithful Dreams

Prologue-Devious Malfoys

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Voldemort sat alone in the darkening library, his fingers pressed together as his elbows rested on the arms of a large arm chair. His face had a self-satisfied smirk as he thought to him self, his eyes drifting toward the green maze outside the window.

Lucius seemed to pride himself on that maze with its endless pathways and numerous dead ends. People could be lost in there for days, and some would even wander until they were cheated of their lives, which was something that Voldemort himself planned never to experience.

"My lord?" said a shaking voice from behind him. It was Wormtail; he could always be counted upon to break down in his presence. Voldemort waved a hand lazily to show he was listening, his eyes still gazing out of the window. Wormtail continued in a squeaky voice. "Lucius has sent me with a message. 'Stage one is in progress'." Voldemort nodded and he heard Wormtail scampered out of the room. Voldemort smiled to himself. His plan was working perfectly; soon Faith Black would be free from her prison, and then his real plans could go into action. There would be no more false judgements and there was no way Harry Potter could find out his plans, not this time.

* * * * *

"When Faith was nine and wanted peace from the other orphans, she would walk from the Muggle village where the orphanage was situated, to the town of Godric Hollow. She would sit under the ancient 'Tree of Gryffindor' for hours and watch the people of the town below." Morgan paused her reading, licked the tip of her index finger and turned the page. She'd always found that by reading aloud she could understand the story better. It wasn't that she couldn't read, her father had made sure she knew how to read by the time she was six; it was just that it was always quiet, always. And she was always alone with only her voice for reassurance that she wasn't going deaf. She sighed and started reading again.

"When she was ten, Faith decided to leave the orphanage and she traveled alone for many months, then she arrived in Albania...." Morgan stopped and decided to continue reading a little later. That's when she noticed two, very ugly, greenish pink, feet standing in front of her. She looked up, but not very far, to see a large nosed, big pointy-eared house elf standing before her.

"Mistress Morgan, your father is requesting to see you in the Dining Hall," it said in a shaky voice. When it spoke Morgan realised that it was her house elf, Bayli. Bayli was dressed as she normally was in an old blue tea towel with numerous holes in it and was ripped at the bottom to make it extremely short. She was also wearing a kettle on her head.

"Why?" Morgan asked sighing.

"I is not to tell," Bayli said shaking her head, her big pink ears flopping from side to side. He face was extremely serious and her pink eyes were large.

Morgan thought for a moment, why would her father need to see her? "Well then, I'd better go see him."

She stood and scanned her surroundings - a meadow. She looked around for her horse, Flake, and saw him grazing on a nearby hill. His cream coat was white against the incoming storm. Before she started walking, Morgan turned back to Bayli. "Bayli, take that kettle off your head. You look very quite ridiculous," she said blankly.

"Yes mistress, Bayli will do so. Bayli is not liking the kettle at all," she said shaking her head and taking off the kettle and walking in front of Morgan, still shaking her head.

Morgan straightened up and slowly followed Bayli back to the mansion.

They walked though the towering double doors and into the large room called the 'recreation room.' Morgan stood for a moment and looked around the spotless, green room. It annoyed her how clean the house was and how dark it always was even though there were at least five large windows in each room. But she would never tell father that.

She walked around the pool table and through the corridor that she knew lead to the kitchens, dining rooms (there were three) and the Ball room, but then again, almost every hallway you took would lead to the top of the Ballroom's grand staircase.

She walked through corridor after corridor, carelessly letting her feet lead the way. After several minutes of following Bayli, they passed the small staircase that lead to the kitchens; this was where the portraits of Morgan's forefathers hung in steady rows. Not all the portraits were occupied as some of the people in the portraits decided to go to their other frames at Morgan's uncle's house. The ones who were there looked down theirs noses at Morgan and sneered.

"We is arrived," announced Bayli when they reached the large, pine double doors. Morgan knew these doors well. This was the dinning hall where her father held grand luncheons with his 'associates'.

Bayli clicked her tiny fingers and one of large doors swung open. She motioned for Morgan to enter first.

Morgan stepped into the large room, which was dark except for one beam of light that was streaming into the room from between the dark green velvet curtains. Candles were scattered around the room, giving it a very Gothic effect. Morgan sat down at the table that was in the centre of the room. It was a very long table, seated for around forty people excluding the throne-like chair at the very end of it.

She sat in silence with Bayli and waited for her father to arrive. Bayli resolved to pass the dull hours by pulling a small cloth from her tea towel and cleaning the large wooden seats. After a few minutes, the double doors promptly opened to reveal her father. His long, silver-blonde hair was billowing around his shoulders and his face was, as usual, stern, yet blank and impassive and his grey eyes were forcefully cold.

His most recent paramour, LeAnn Taylor, was following closely behind him, her light brown hair tied back in a stylish bun. She was wearing one of those fancy gowns she always wore; today must have been a blue lace day. Morgan hated those over dressy, lacy, fancy gowns and had once had a strange dream about LeAnn and all her gowns on fire, she cried out for Morgan to help her but Morgan just laughed.

Morgan looked back to her father as he strode towards the table. He always had a lady by his side. Sometimes he had a different woman each week and this annoyed Morgan so much that she avoided him, which wasn't hard because he didn't seem to want to talk to her much either. Not since her Mother died four years ago.

Until she disappeared, Morgan's mother was the only woman he used to have eyes for. She was a Veela, but she was, as her father said, 'different from the rest of those female, soul sucking sons of bitches.' Morgan was thirteen when she went missing and the Muggle police in a nearby village had found her body grossly mutated and dumped in a ditch. Morgan never knew the whole story but she had the strangest feeling it had something to do with her mother being a Veela.

Her father never said anything, and didn't cry at the funeral but Morgan did, and when they returned home her father had done the worst thing imaginable, he hit Morgan. He hit her more than once with the serpent staff he carried around. He told her that crying was a weakness and that death was her weakness and that if she thrived on her mother's death, she would be weak and she would perish.

So Morgan had to try and be strong, she didn't cry and she hardly laughed around her father. She wished her father would just let her leave or that he'd find someone new whom they both could like and Morgan could have a whole family again. But her father didn't seem to want to settle down, instead, he'd try to hook up with as many women as he could find, sometimes even being with two women simultaneously. So now Morgan had to put up with these women sucking up to her and faking love and adoration.

Out of all the women so far, LeAnn was the worst. She was always pleasant to Morgan when her father was around, but when he was gone it was a different story. She made it very obvious to Morgan that LeAnn only wanted one thing, money and Morgan's family name.

Morgan had a very well known family name, though sometimes this name was known for the wrong reasons. Morgan was highly recognised at school because of her family name. It used to be in a good way, she used to have lots of friends but now she was constantly threatened.

"Morgan, glad you could make it." Morgan jumped when her father spoke to her. It had been such a long time since he'd talked to her directly.

She hadn't noticed him walk over and sit in the throne-like chair right beside her. He looked tired and pale but still stern.

"You wanted to see me, Father?" Morgan asked, avoiding her father's cold eyes.

"Yes I did." He stood and walked over to the window, pulling the curtains open to release a burst of sunlight into the room.

"It's about this school year," he continued.

"This school year?" Morgan asked confused. What was so great about her seventh year, besides her NEWTs?

"You'll be spending it at Hogwarts." Morgan's heart twisted. Hogwarts? He turned and sat back in his throne. "I've arranged for you to stay with Lucius over in England." He stopped and motioned for LeAnn to sit opposite to Morgan. LeAnn sat with a smug look on her face, like she knew everything there was to know. She screwed up her pointy nose and raised her head so she looked at Morgan with half-closed eyelids.

"Hogwarts?" Morgan asked. "Why?"

"I have to attend a very important meeting in London and I plan on taking the rest of the year off for business and yes, you have to go. You leave tonight." He stood up and Morgan could tell that he was mad. She saw though his cover and noticed anger and ... fear? What was he scared of? He opened his mouth to say something but instead turned and left the room, slamming the doors behind him.

Morgan felt completely abandoned. She felt as if her father had left her to die. "This is so unfair!" she whispered to herself, oblivious to LeAnn glaring at her. Morgan pushed her chair to the back and headed for the doors but a voice stopped her.

"Now I see why he never wanted you," a female voice pronounced, and Morgan turned to LeAnn. She was sitting in her chair with her legs crossed and was inspecting her nails. "You're such a spoilt brat, Morgan. He would have never kept you if you didn't remind him so much of your mother, and only because he loved her so much. But then again, he didn't really love her. Who could love someone who was a Veela? He loved her looks, not her soul or whatever love is." She stood up and walked over to Morgan. She was short for her age and Morgan was several centimetres taller.

"You don't have any right to talk about my mother, you selfish cow!" Morgan spat. The words rolled off her tongue before she could bite them back.

"I can talk about whoever I want, in any way I want," LeAnn said smiling, "And unlike your mother I genuinely love your father, not his money."

"That's bullshit and you know it." Morgan had never sworn at any of her father's girlfriends before, but then again they rarely provoked her but LeAnn didn't know when to stop.

LeAnn smiled and walked slowly over to the doors. "Morgan, you better learn to watch you language to your future mother." She held up her left hand to reveal a shiny, gold engagement ring, on top of which a very large blue crystal was gleaming. "Sorry to disappoint you." She started laughing and slipped though the door; Morgan could hear her high-pitched laugh ringing though the dining room.

"They're getting married?!" Morgan cried. Bayli walked over and put her hand on Morgan's back.

"It is all right," Bayli said, her voice shaking, it was always trembling. "Master Drazic is not forgetting you. He is just lonely at this time." Bayli took her hand off Morgan's back and stood in front of her. "I is needing to pack for you now." Morgan laughed, it was a little giggle but it was enough to make Bayli blush. "Bayli is just wanting to make sure Mistress Morgan is not late for the carriage." Bayli concluded and walked though the doors. "Is you coming?"

Morgan nodded and followed Bayli to her bedroom. Morgan loved her room. This was the room her mother had slept in when she'd first met with her father, and they weren't allowed to sleep in the same room.

The room was a deep purple, with matching curtains. She walked straight over to her bed and lay on it. She could feel the soft satin sheets against her skin. She suddenly felt childish and kicked the silky purple curtains that hung around her four poster bed. She was going to miss her room.

The room was painted a deep purple, with a set of matching curtains hanging from the large window next to the bed. Morgan walked straight over to her bed and lay on it, running her arms over the sheets, feeling the soft satin against her bare skin. She suddenly felt quite childish and kicked the silky purple curtains that hung around her four poster bed, hiding herself from view. Sitting up, she hugged a pillow to her chest and sighed, she was going to miss her room.

"So Bayli, what are you going to do while I'm gone?" Morgan asked, sitting up on her bed. Bayli poked her head out of Morgan's built-in wardrobe.

"I is to stay here and look after your things and keep Flake healthy for you," Bayli said before popping her head back behind the door. Morgan's heart sunk when she thought of her horse. Flake was the only animal Morgan had been allowed to keep for herself. She was a very good horse, always obedient and looking after Flake had really given Morgan something to do in those long lonely hours she spent at home by herself.

"I wish that Flake could come," Morgan said as she got off her bed and walked over to the window. She pulled open the curtains. She could see Flake running around with another horse. It was black and Morgan had never seen it before.

"Hey Bayli, what horse is that?"

Bayli walked over and looked out the window. "That horse is Stalker horse. He is your father's new horse. He is wanting them to breed so he can race the foal." Bayli left the window and went back to packing.

"He could've asked me first," Morgan mumbled. She watched Flake and Stalker galloping around the field; Stalker was a beautiful horse, yet Morgan seemed to despise him. He must have been a good racer, just like Flake's parents had both been good racers.

* * * * *

Drazic watched as his daughter, his only child, entered a black Malfoy carriage. He smirked at the thought that she would be going to Hogwarts. He had always wanted her to leave Australia and go back to England. He could hear someone walking up behind him. His first instinct was that it was LeAnn, back to express her joys about how Morgan was leaving, but instead of a sweet seductive, hushing whisper a cold voice spoke. He could hear the sneering in it, the mocking.

"Hello dear brother."

Drazic tensed at the voice of his older brother. "Lucius? How nice of you to come and visit," he said in mock surprised. He turned to face him. There was a moment when they stared into each other's cold gray eyes and Drazic could see the little boy who was full of life that Lucius had once been.

"Very nice, slightly small," Lucius said more to himself as he looked around the library. "You are aware of the time?" he asked and Drazic nodded. "Good, let us be on our way then?" he said raising his eyes in question.

"Yes, the Aurors should be arriving here soon. I have gathered all the things I need." Lucius nodded. They made their way from the library down the stairs and into the study.

"They think they can down hold the Malfoys, those worthless half-bloods and Muggle borns," Lucius hissed. He put a book onto the desk. It was called New Zealand's Blow Holes! Drazic knew that this was so the Aurors would think they were hiding in New Zealand and not simply returned to the Malfoy Manor in England, where there was still Malfoy pride.

Drazic had been expecting Aurors to come and search his home, The Malfoy Estate, ever since Lucius had been discovered as a Death Eater two years ago. But since Lucius had escaped Azkaban, he managed to climb higher in the ministry by buying peoples loyalty or forcing it from them, so Lucius had somehow come across a 'mission' to the Malfoy Estate in Australia to search it for 'Dark Artifacts'. There were many Dark Artifacts in the Malfoy Estate, not as many as in The Malfoy Manor but the Aurors had somehow got Cornelius Fudge to agree to the search and for the past couple of weeks Drazic had been gathering his things and making arrangements for Morgan to go to Hogwarts.

"Come Drazic, the Dark Lord awaits."

Drazic followed Lucius from the study and into the back yard. He strolled across the back meadow and towards another Malfoy carriage. This one obviously belonged to Lucius because it was much fancier and the wheels appeared larger and were decorated with large fancy 'M's' in the centre.

Drazic followed Lucius into the carriage and they sat in silence until they reached their destination.

* * * * *

Two hours after being told she was leaving, Morgan sat in the carriage with her arms folded and glaring out the window. The carriage Forman, who was a Muggle, seemed to notice what a horrible mood she was in because he wouldn't look at her or say anything. Morgan frowned, everyone must think I'm just another, shitty, moody teenager! She frowned and decided to make a deal with herself. She decided that at Hogwarts she was going to make real friends, not cheap ass followers like at her old school, but real friends.

After hours of travelling, she was feeling very motion sick and hungry at the same time, but she didn't say anything, she just waited patiently. She could have been a stubborn Malfoy and demand food and that they stop, but she wasn't in the mood to play queen of the world. She knew they would be stopping soon, to go to the Malfoy Manor by Floo Powder. She knew they couldn't use the fireplaces at the Estate because her father had disconnected them, so the Aurors couldn't travel there directly and the next wizarding house was hours away and that's where Morgan guessed she was being taken.

She continued to glare out the window at the trees and the sky, which suddenly decided to open up and let go of the rain. A storm was now raging on, not improving her mood, and her mind absently wandered to the last time she'd seen her cousin. It had been six years ago at his eleventh birthday party and he'd just got his Hogwarts letter and Morgan had been extremely jealous. The party reappeared in her mind.

She was standing by the wall with her mother, who was talking to Narcissa. She was wearing her best ball gown, even though she really hated it but her mother had made her wear it. It wasn't over done or too plain, the problem was that it was pink. Morgan frowned and looked at all the unfamiliar faces. Most of the people there were adults, and adults were boring. So was her mother's conversation about jewellery. So she decided to go and find Draco and after walking halfway across the Ballroom, she found him talking to a girl with black hair that went down to her waist and was wearing a dark purple simple gown. Another girl was there too, she was also wearing a simple gown but in blue and her dusty brown hair was tied in a rough bun.

When she arrived, Draco announced that he was going to Hogwarts and Morgan felt the jealousy rise inside her. Her mother was making her go to school in Australia so she would be closer to home. Draco introduced the girls to Morgan, the black haired girl was Faith Black and the other girl was Lyra Wister. Lyra and Faith were going to Beauxbatons in France and Morgan was getting very annoyed that she was going to be stuck at a simple school in Australia while the others were going to more advanced schools of magic and more known.

That's when Faith announced something that Morgan couldn't really remember, images flashed before her eyes.

A cave and someone with deep red eyes, long gray hair rising from a tomb. She could see someone lying on the ground, were they dead? Morgan couldn't tell. She held her eyes closed, trying to see more. She was screaming at Draco, she called him a 'Pointed faced, weasel rooter'.....other images passed, they were passing too quickly. Morgan felt her energy drain. Then she was falling. She hit something hard and felt blood oozing from her nose. Someone was yelling out to her....

"Mistress Morgan?!" she opened her eyes. The Forman was leaning over her. She was lying on the floor in the carriage.

"Are you alright Miss?"

Morgan sat up and he handed her a hankie. "It's clean, put it under your nose to get the blood." Morgan did as he said and for a moment felt like crying. She wanted to cry so much but she didn't, and later she would wish she did. "Well we're here, so I'll grab your bag and be right back." The Forman jumped from the carriage and Morgan pulled out her wand. She whispered a healing spell on her nose and when he came back she quickly hid her wand and stood up and walked over to the door. He put his arm out and helped her down.

Moments later Morgan looked at the house. It was the home of the Lakes. They were a rich family and Morgan and Melissa had known each other since they were children. Melissa's father and Morgan's father had gotten along too well for both Morgan's and Melissa's liking. Morgan had the strangest feeling her father had somehow sucked Melissa's father into being a Death Eater.

"Morgan!" Morgan smiled when she saw Melissa running towards her. She was wearing baby blue robes and when she reached Morgan she stopped and breathed deeply. Morgan could see her freckles against her flushed cheeks, Morgan noticed the blonde streaks in her dark brown hair as it flew into Melissa's face.

"Did you streak you hair?" Morgan asked. Melissa nodded. She looked at the Muggle Forman then back to Morgan, giving her an inquiring look. Morgan looked at the Forman, who was looking at Morgan's trunk with great interest.

"Nice trunk, it's kinda heavy." Morgan put her arms out for it. "You sure, it's-"

"Heavy? Yeah I know. Just give it," said Morgan, losing her patience. Melissa mumbled something that sounded a lot like 'stupid Muggle' and the Forman handed over the trunk. Morgan's arms immediately gave way at the weight and she dropped it straight onto the Forman's foot. He let out a yell and scrunched his eyes shut.

He started jumping around, clutching his foot. He swore and fell backwards into the carriage. Morgan pulled out her wand and put a hovering charm on her trunk, and then she and Melissa ran towards Melissa's house. They pulled open the front door and ran inside.

Melissa's house was the complete opposite of Morgan's, instead of being dull with endless hallways, it was bright and open. There were large windows, which slid open, along most walls and the curtains were made from a light material that was blowing in the wind.

"The fireplace is in the basement," said Melissa heartily. She walked down a white washed hallway and through a small door under some stairs. "This way." She opened the door and they walked down a few steps and into a large concrete basement. Shelf after shelf lined the four walls of the square room. On the shelves were jars of all different potions ingredients. Small, inch long, bright blue insects were crawling on the jars.

"You have Billywigs," Morgan stated and Melissa smiled.

"Dad hates them, they give him the creeps but Mum thinks they're pretty. She likes blue," Melissa said absently. She walked over to the corner and Morgan followed her. The fireplace was, of course, very large. It was tall enough for a grown man to stand in and be reasonably comfortable. Melissa grabbed a silver pot from the fireplace mantle (she had to stand on tippy toes to reach.) She turned to Morgan.

"Well," she sighed, and Morgan took a handful of Floo Powder. "Make sure you make me look good," she said grinning.

"What?" Morgan asked, oblivious to what Melissa was talking about.

"You know, your cousin. Don't tell him about the dumb shit I've done, only the good," she then pushed Morgan into the fireplace. "Farewell Morgan. Don't forget us down under," she said waving.

"Bye Melissa. Sorry to leave like this." Melissa only nodded in reply and took a step back, still waving. Morgan held out her hand and dropped the Floo Powder into the flame, which immediately turned green. "Malfoy Manor." Then she was gone.

* * * * *

When Morgan arrived at the manor she found herself standing in the front hall. There were three fireplaces, she had arrived in the middle one and as soon as she stood up, she was breathless at the room she had entered. It had a dark stone floor and the walls were a dark maroon. She stepped out of the fireplace.

"Morgan?"

She jumped at being suddenly addressed. She turned and her jaw dropped. Draco Malfoy was standing in front of her, a smirk across his pale face. He had changed a lot in the years since they had last met, and he was no longer the pointy faced boy Morgan remembered, as much as she hated to admit it, the years had treated him well. "Hi Draco," she said and smiled. Draco smiled back and he put out his arm.

"Shall I show you to your room?" he asked, his eyebrows rose. Morgan took his arm and he led her along the corridor. It seemed that the Malfoy Manor had more hallways and corridors than the Estate.

"You know," said Draco after a few minutes silence. "I rather thought Morgan was a boy's name." Morgan raised her head to look at him, he was fairly tall. He smirked but did not look at her.

"Yes well, my father is an idiot and he always wanted boys. I believe I'm his 'great' disappointment. Maybe I should get a sex change." Draco laughed but didn't comment. They walked past a few more doors, all of which were closed except one which was obviously her Uncle's private study (because it said so on the door, Sir Malfoy's Study. Keep out!) They came to Morgan's room.

"My room is down the hall, first to the right. My father, you should know this, has gone with your father and I'm not sure when he will be returning. And you should know that my mother's planning a party tonight and a load of people will be here so you will most likely make some new acquaintances."

"Acquaintances?"

Draco nodded and pulled open the door. "There are gowns in the wardrobe, just ask the mirror for help. I best go get ready myself." And with that he walked down the corridor, turned and waved, then disappeared to the right.

Morgan walked into the room, closing the door gently behind her.

* * * * *

Morgan examined her reflection in the mirror. It had taken her at least half an hour to decide what to wear. All the gowns had looked stunning on her, except perhaps the orange, but she had finally found one she really liked. It was long, flowing right down to her ankles and shimmered slightly. It was a dark blue and brought out the blue in her mostly gray eyes.

"You look beautiful, dear," the mirror commented.

"Thanks," Morgan said as she turned her hips from side to side. "It's a really nice dress."

"I thought you'd like it," said the mirror, and gave a strange appearance of a wink. "Go have fun."

There was a knock and Morgan spun around. "Yes?"

There was no answer, instead the door swung open and Draco walked in. He was wearing black and unsurprisingly, green dress robes. The robes were mainly black with a green outline and a high neck lapel, making him resemble a vampire.

"I'm here to escort you to party," he said blankly and held out his hand. Morgan sighed and took it.

They had reached the top of a very grand staircase, overlooking a very over-decorated ballroom. The walls were covered with large silver curtains and people were happily dancing in the centre of the room under a large chandelier with so many candles that it illuminated all of the room, only leaving the far corners in an almost darkness. There were also a few people standing near a long table, draped in black cloth and had a large range of all sorts of foods lain neatly onto it.

"Welcome," said Draco. A ghost to the right called out in a rather surprisingly clear voice,

"Master Draco Malfoy accompanied by Madam Morgan Malfoy!"

As their names were called, heads all over the room turned. Some people stared but others just glanced. Morgan and Draco walked swiftly down the stairs and as soon as they reached the bottom a blur of pink was running towards them.

"Draco!" cried the pink blur, which turned out to be a girl in a soft pink dress. She had long blonde hair that was put in a neat bun and pinned up with silver clips. Parts of her hair curled around her face and her eyes were large as she looked at Draco. She reminded Morgan a lot of a puppy dog in a bee-hive wig and a slight pig nose.

"Draco, I've been looking for you," Pansy said, fluttering her eyelashes. "I thought you weren't coming. You had me scared." She took a step forward and grabbed Draco's robes. "Let's go somewhere a little more private," she whispered into his ear.

Morgan tapped Pansy on the shoulder. "Excuse me, but do I know you?" she asked sarcastically. Pansy turned and let go of Draco.

"Morgan!" Pansy choked. She looked from Draco to Morgan and leaned closer to Draco. "Why is she here?"

Draco put on his trademark smirk and took Pansy's hands into his before leaning close to her lips and stopping only inches away. "Get me a drink," he said softly, pulling back suddenly and shoving Pansy towards the drink table. Pansy smiled and walked slowly to the table.

Draco turned back to Morgan with raised eyebrows. Morgan shook her head at him. "You don't treat girls like that," she said earnestly. Draco looked slightly offended.

"And what should I do? Take a leaf from your book and punch her in the face?" he said acting hurt. Morgan frowned.

"Was that her?" Draco nodded. "All I can remember is your eleventh birthday and some snobby girl told me I looked like a 'porky prat'. So I punched her." Draco grinned.

"Shall I show you off to my friends?" he asked.

"Of course," said Morgan smirking.

"Right this way," said Draco and Morgan followed him though a wave of unfamiliar faces, they all seemed to know Draco and would shake his hand or say hello or good evening; some even bowed.

They walked until they came to two large glass doors that were open to reveal a balcony, that over looked a garden below. There was a group of people standing not too far away and as Morgan and Draco walked closer they started laughing.

"-but he turned around and said "Mummy do you wish for me to ever get laid?!'." said a rather tall boy with a flat nose.

"Actually," said Draco, and the group turned and when they saw him, they all looked horrified, the tall, flat nosed boy more than the rest. "Thomas Nott said 'Mother' not 'Mummy' and 'shagged' not 'laid'." They stared at Draco and the tall boy, Thomas Nott, became very interested in the ground. "Now," Draco said in an announcing type voice, "I would like to introduce you all to my cousin." Morgan looked at Draco and saw him glaring at Thomas Nott with complete disgust.

The group's attention turned to Morgan. She could feel their eyes on her so she looked up at them. "This is Morgan," said Draco. Some of the group nodded but others just kept their eyes on Morgan. "Morgan this is Blaise Zabini," Draco said gesturing towards a black haired boy who seemed to have the same haircut as Draco's only in a different colour. He was rather handsome and Morgan found herself staring at him. He smiled and she smiled back.

Draco than introduced Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe, who were both large boys with stern faces and resembled body guards. Next there was Thomas Nott, who suddenly had to leave, and then a girl with short black, dark blue and dark green, streaked hair named Daphne Greengrass. She also looked like a witch from a Muggle teen movie. She was wearing a long black dress that was slightly torn at the base and sleeves. She also wore dark purple lipstick and her fringe was cut crooked but her whole outfit went together really well and Morgan got the impression she was somewhat of a loner.

Then there was Millicent Bulstrode. Morgan's first impression was that she was a female wrestler but all hopes of that crashed and burned when she fluttered her eyelashes at Draco and smiled dumbly. Then she laughed in a high-pitched girly voice. Morgan suddenly felt extremely attractive.

"Nice to meet you Morgan," Blaise Zabini said in a voice that made Morgan tingle and she rarely tingled. She smiled and then felt someone coming up behind her.

"There you are Draco I've been looking all over for you ... and here's your drink." It was Pansy. She was now accompanied by a girl a little taller than Morgan who had shoulder length brown hair that was pulled back with clips shaped like serpents.

"I don't want it now," Draco said coolly, causing Pansy at first to look annoyed but cover it up with a smile.

"Don't worry about it. Sally-Ann take this back over there," Pansy said pointing to the drink table. Sally-Ann took the glass but didn't move. She was frowning at Blaise, who had not noticed she'd arrived and was watching Morgan. This made Morgan smirk. Stealing someone else's boyfriend was her specialty.

They all stood in silence for a moment then Draco spoke. "Thomas must be in a daring mood tonight," he said looking at Blaise who smirked.

"Thomas is a fool," he said and Draco nodded in agreement. Just at that moment, there was cracking sound from above them, everyone looked up just as someone fell from the balcony above and landed on the ground at Draco's feet. They all stared at the life less figure.

Draco leaned forward and the girl looked up. Her face was cut and her long dusty-brown hair was falling over her face. She was also dressed in Muggle jeans and a ripped indigo t-shit. When she stood, Morgan immediately knew who it was. She had seen her earlier that day in her memory. Her jaw dropped but it was Draco who spoke first.

"Lyra?" he asked. The girl looked at him in amazement.

"You remember?" she said. Draco seized her arm and dragged her through the doors. Morgan looked at Blaise then ran after them.

She ran through the doors and it didn't take long for her to spot Lyra and Draco. They were running up the stairs and she bolted after them. People were giving her curious looks but no one asked any questions. By the time Morgan caught up with them, they were halfway along one of the corridors that lead to the dungeons.

"Draco!" cried Morgan. He spun around and pulled Lyra backwards, she almost fell but Draco caught her. "What is going on?" Draco opened his mouth but Lyra spoke before he had a chance.

"They're letting out Faith! She's going to kill us! I know it!"

Draco rolled his eyes and Morgan stared at her. "Faith?-"

"-Yes Faith. They can't let her out! I heard Lucius talking to someone in the study a while ago, they're doing it tomorrow. She'll kill me!"

A silence followed Lyra's outcry, during which Draco looked thoughtful and leaned against the wall. Lyra breathed heavily and Morgan stood staring the ground.

"Who?-" she was going to ask, who is Faith? But before she could finish the strange memories flooded her mind again.

Draco was leaning against a wall, blood was oozing from a large cut on his waist. A girl was standing next to him; her long black hair was all different lengths, as if it had been cut to her disliking. She was looking at the girl on the ground, loathing on her face. The girl on the ground was Lyra and the black haired girl was Faith.

"Faith, just leave it!" Morgan heard her voice cry. The black haired girl looked at her. Morgan realised that this Faith girl was obviously the only one who wasn't hurt and with a spark of fear she also realised that Faith's eyes were a dark purple.

"Leave it?!" Faith hissed. "Leave it!"

"Faith please...please don't!" Lyra cried. She was lying on the ground in a pile of blood that was staining the ground beneath her.

"Morgan!" a distant voice cried. But she ignored it.

Faith was glaring at Lyra then Draco suddenly collapsed. He fell forward onto the ground and lay there, deadly still.

"Draco!" cried Morgan and she ran forwards. She kneeled down next to him and shook him. Faith looked at Draco then to Lyra.

"If he dies I will -"

"Morgan! Wake up!"

"-burn you alive and you know I will." Then she disappeared in a flicker of purple flames.

"Morgan!" This time Morgan opened her eyes. She was still in the corridor to the dungeons except she was lying on the floor. Draco was leaning over her, Lyra standing behind him.

"You saw it too," Lyra said blankly. "But you saw more. Now you know who Faith is." Lyra sounded as though she was going to cry at any moment but was holding it back. "The memories suck your energy-"

"What is going on here?!" Both Morgan and Lyra jumped at the sound of Narcissa's voice. Draco stood calmly and looked at his mother blankly. "Why are you all hiding down here?" She looked from Morgan on the floor, to Draco standing as if he were a statue, then to Lyra leaning against the wall, dressed in ripped Muggle clothes. Narcissa let out a small squeak.

"Miss Wister what are you doing here?"

Lyra jumped. "I was just...um...well...I heard about Faith and thought I would...come here." Narcissa narrowed her eyes.

"Of course you did. I'm sorry but you're going to have to leave immediately. Your father is downstairs I believe." Lyra nodded. "Well let's go," she snapped and turned, Lyra, Draco and Morgan followed.

When they reached the top of the grand staircase all eyes turned to them. A square jawed man and a tall blonde woman ran forward to the bottom of the stairs.

"Lyra, what are you wearing?!" asked the tall blonde woman. The man ran up the stairs and pulled her t through some grand, tall double doors behind Morgan. Narcissa, Draco, Morgan and the tall, blonde woman followed. Morgan looked around the room they had just entered. It was a very large room and was empty. It looked just like the ballroom without the staircase and hundreds of people. There were tall, curtain less roof-to-floor windows that surrounded the whole room letting in the moonlight.

"Lyra why are you here? Why are you dressed like a Muggle? Are you insane?" the man asked quickly.

"Father I needed to come. They're going to release Faith and she's going to kill me! I know it." Lyra put her face in her hands and starting crying. "And I'm not insane!" she mumbled angrily.

"Sweetie, you're sick that's why you couldn't come," said the blonde women sympathetically. She was obviously Lyra's mother because they had the same heart shaped face. She put her arm around Lyra. "Faith's not going to kill you sweetie, she has got better things to do." Lyra jerked away from her.

"What! So I'm not good enough for Faith, am I!? I'm too insignificant for her to worry about, hey!? Well you didn't see the way she looked at me in that cave! She hates me because I'm." She paused. She obviously had no idea what she was and gaped at her mother.

"An enormous overreacting spoiled brat?" suggested Draco. Everyone turned to him. Lyra glared at him for a moment then ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Narcissa looked at Draco and after throwing him a disapproving look, suggested they return to the party.

Morgan and Draco were left alone in the empty room.

"You're the, what did you call her again? Brat?" said Morgan turning to him. He shrugged and stepped backwards to lean on the wall.

"Well she is. I could have always said she was a stuck up little bitch. But not while her parents were around," Draco said thoughtfully.

"Well I'm going to bed. Later!" said Morgan and she left the room leaving Draco alone, unaware of the dangers that were heading his way at that very moment.