Destiny of Morgan

Chapter 5

Sirius knew that he should explain sooner rather than later . . . at least some of it anyway.

Hermione wasn't sure what was going on, but knew she should ask, "Sirius . . . how did you know about this?"

"Uh . . . well I . . . I knew your mother and before she . . . handed you over to the Grangers. She showed me this box the day she came back and you were a year and a half or so old. She told me that she was going to give the box to the Grangers as a last memento. Then she showed me what would be inside: a silver locket, a picture, and a letter to you . . . your parents ended up in the wizarding relocation program because of something they had witnessed . . . so their names had been changed, this box and it's contents are the only remaining things from that time. The only thing I know is that your mother and father are still alive." Sirius knew that that explained almost nothing and would leave many questions unanswered, but he wouldn't tell the rest of the story.

"What were their names before?" asked Harry.

"Arabella Trista Morgan and Irvine Sirius Morgan," he said steadily. "I hate to say this, but I really need to get going."

Sirius walked towards Madame Pomfrey's office and entered.

Hermione picked up the contents of the box one by one. She looked at the heart shaped locket with a rose etched on the front and her name etched on the back. Then she opened it carefully to look at the inside, which contained magic pictures of her as a baby and her as a baby with her mother. Written so that it snaked in between both pictures was a Latin phrase: en medias res semper memini quis tibi nunc. Harry and Draco looked confused as they looked at the phrase.

Hermione cleared her throat and said, "It's Latin . . . it means: in the midst of things always remember who you are."

Harry looked shocked, "You know how to speak Latin? But isn't it a dead language?" Draco looked as though he agreed.

I guess I've just known it . . . like being a Parselmouth means you can speak in snake language, only I can speak dead languages and some others," said Hermione as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Dead languages? As in more than one? How many languages do you know?" asked Draco.

"Yes . . . Latin, Etruscan, Lycian, Gaelic, and Ruthinean, which is also known as Russyn. The others that I know are Italian, Spanish, German, French, and some Japanese."

"So is that why you have such an easy time learning spells?" asked Harry.

"Pretty much," she said as though none of what she said was out of the ordinary. She grabbed the letter, which was also written in Latin.

Carus Hermione,

Facilis certus quo initium. Calleo tibi nunc, quo tibi nunc absisto. Bene absisto Ireland, autem admoveo England cesso adgredior Grangers postquam Voldemort accommodo icio ascribo. Etiamsi hic probabilis ea facilis opifer, we arbitratus adsuetudo noster umbilicus appellatio adeo tibi expiscor us. Adamo appime animus.

Sincerus,

Genetrix & Genitor

Harry and Draco took a quick look at the letter. "I suppose it runs in your family . . . would you please translate?" asked Draco.

"Well, here's the only really useful information . . . we moved to England from Ireland so they could leave me with the Grangers, and they said they'd use their middle names in the relocation program. They want me to find them!" exclaimed Hermione excitedly as she looked at the last two sentences again.

"Their middle names were . . ." Harry began, but had to think back for a minute.

"Trista and-" Draco couldn't remember her father's name.

". . . Sirius? . . ." Hermione couldn't help but wonder.

At that moment she looked at the moment she looked at the picture. There were two black dogs and she was in between them. Harry noticed as well. "It's impossible, it can't be him . . . can it?" he said looking at her.

"I don't know . . . I just don't know Harry," she said looking confused.

Draco wasn't sure of what was going on even though he studied the picture as hard as he could and still couldn't tell what they were looking at . . . was it the dogs? Was Sirius an Animagus? He figured it must be . . . it was the only logical explanation. Or was it? He decided to listen to what Harry and Hermione were talking about, luckily he came in to the conversation at the right time.

"Well, let's just look at the facts Mione . . . even though I am his only known 'child', he has always seemed to have a special connection to you; he knows about your mother, the Memoria, and the key; and that dog to your left in the picture looks just like him. However . . . I think we should just probably ask Sirius because I could be wrong," concluded Harry.

"I agree . . . and maybe if we're wrong he'll tell us more because I can tell that he didn't tell us everything he possibly could," said Hermione.

'So I was correct,' thought Draco. "Would you like me to ask him since I have his class first thing tomorrow? And he owes me an explanation about something anyways."

"Would you really do that for us?" asked Hermione hopefully.

"Yeah, if you want me to," he said indicating that he also wanted Harry's approval as well before he did anything.

"If you're willing to do so, I'd appreciate it because I have a reasonable doubt he would tell us everything he would tell you."

"All right, I'll ask him . . . then we have Potions after that, so I can tell you anything I find out then . . . Professor Snape won't care if I'm late, so there shouldn't be any problems," said Draco as though he was planning it out to himself aloud. 'Now let's just hope that he'll talk . . .' he thought.

"Speaking of class, I think I'll be off to bed now," said Harry stifling a yawn. He gave Hermione a quick hug, "Night Mione . . . Goodnight Malfoy," he said as he reached the door.

"Night Harry," they said in unison as he left.

"Miss Granger . . . what have you done!" said Madame Pomfrey as she burst into the room suddenly.

"What do you mean?" said Hermione feeling shocked at her arrival.

"Professor Black has just informed me that you made a pensieve . . . what on earth possessed you to do something so foolish?" she said indicating the offending substance with her hand.

"Madame Pomfrey . . . I hardly understand! What are you talking about?"

"I would have thought that you'd remembered what the Headmaster told you about making a pensieve . . . he warned you about it first thing when he showed you how to make pensieves!"

"I vaguely have an idea of what you're actually talking about . . . but please refresh my memory because I don't remember right now."

"Very well . . . when you relieve a very traumatic string of events such as the ones that you did because you knew you could never actually talk about them aloud, causes such a large shock to your mind that the illness will become two times worse."

"But I'm fine . . . in fact this is the best it's been since it all start-"

Madame Pomfrey cut in, "You'll be fine until you go to sleep tonight . . . then it will happen. The flashbacks will come back as a constant nightmare that no one would want to live through it will be so bad. Your body will basically be in constant shock . . . if you can't get it under control after a certain amount of time it could literally drive you insane, or even worse . . . it could kill you."

"So what am I supposed to do about it?" inquired Hermione in a strained voice.

"Well . . . for now the only way to help your mind when the flashbacks come back is to have a comforting presence with you, channeling and filtering you memories as you sleep. This means you'd have to have a strong-minded person whom is willing to take the brunt of the flashbacks as they come to you . . . I suggest someone that cares for you a great deal because that also helps . . . and also make sure that you care about them as well. And when you're awake especially, be with someone because that's when the worst of it comes. The one that you channel through during that time will be drained more quickly of energy than they would at night, so do choose carefully."

"Thank you Madame Pomfrey . . . and for what it's worth . . . sorry I caused so much trouble."

"Oh Miss Granger, you didn't cause any trouble . . . you just forgot that's all, there's no need to be sorry about that. I just hope that you'll be okay. And if there are any problems, go straight to Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Well, I suppose we'll be off now," said Hermione as she got up and left.

Draco quickly followed her out. "So what are you going to do Hermione?" he asked softly.

"Maybe I'll get Harry . . ." she said considering her best friend.

"I don't know if he's the best person to do that right now . . . he looked extremely tired, and why use all that energy to go to Gryffindor tower and back to your room?"

"Well who else is there?" asked Hermione not really seeing what he was implying because she was too tired to think.

". . . I could . . ." he said even more softly.

"Are you sure? I mean . . . people might hear that you basically slept with a Mudblood, even if I'm really a Pureblood, but they don't know that."

"I don't care what they think one way or the other . . . for all I care they could say that I've been your secret lover since forever and we have a secret affair of some sort that's not so secret anymore and that we're shagging each other senselessly every night, and then the Daily Prophet came out with an article like Granger and Malfoy, Enemies by day Secret Lovers by Night, and I still wouldn't care," he said making sure she caught the point he was making with the most preposterous thing he could come up with.

"Thank you Draco . . ." she said as a form a permission.

So they walked to Hermione's bedroom, which was right next to Draco's. The only bad thing about being Head boy and Head girl was that you had to enter through the bedroom to get into the Common Room. And each of them had a different password so that there could be some sort of extra security measure.

Hermione took Draco's hand and led him into her bedroom. She felt so tired that she didn't know if she could make it all the way to her bed. Draco noticed this and gently picked her up and carried her over to her bed and set her down. Just before she fell asleep, she lifted the covers and Draco lay down next to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and instantly felt safe. She willed her dreams to connect with Draco as she entered into the realm of slumber.

He held her close to him prepared to take on anything that was coming. He'd do anything for this girl and he hoped she knew it. When he was sure she was asleep, he kissed her forehead gently and hoped he'd be able to do help her in the upcoming war of the worlds of conscious and unconscious. . .