Destiny of Morgan

Even though Sirius had only told him what he'd expected to hear, Draco was still shocked at those three words . . . 'I'm Hermione's father . . .' He couldn't believe Sirius admitted it.

Sirius knew that Draco wouldn't tell, but he needed to explain why so that Harry and Hermione wouldn't tell Ron or Ginny. "Just remember not to tell anyone else about anything I have said to you . . . if you do, it could put us all in serious jeopardy if the info happens to fall into the wrong hands."

Draco nodded his head in understanding knowing fully well just how dangerous information like this could be when presented to the right person. "Thank you for trusting me, I won't let you down," he said.

"Oh, before I forget . . . here's a note to Snape in case you have any problems. I know you're his favorite student and all, but seeing as you are Head Boy, there's only so much room for favoritism, and you are flirting with the end of the line in his books . . . believe me, I know."

Draco wasn't about to ask how he meant because he knew that he needed to get to class. So he exited and ran swiftly to class. Draco opened the door to the dungeons when he got down there three minutes later. Snape looked surprised, but said nothing as Draco handed him the note and took a seat.

Draco could see Hermione and Harry weren't having an easy time during class and instantaneously knew that she was channeling through him. Draco felt very sorry for both of them because he knew how horrible the channeling was on both parties involved.

Snape noticed how distracted Draco was and looked up to find Hermione squeezing the life out of Harry's hand with her eyes closed and tears flowing down her cheeks. Harry just had a look of pure terror etched onto his face with his eyes closed so tight that even light would have had difficulty getting in. 'Dear God it can't be true . . . is she really channeling through Potter . . . already? But that wasn't supposed to happen for a few more weeks. She's getting worse by the minute . . . I have to do something now.'

"Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, and Mr. Malfoy, could I please speak with the three of you outside for a moment?" said Snape suddenly stopping in the middle of his lecture and causing major confusion among the other student as he motioned the three to follow him out into the hall. Before Snape closed the door he said to the class, "Please copy down the ingredients, and if I hear a single disruption, I will take fifty points from the house of each person I hear even whispering." Then the door slammed shut after him, leaving the Slytherins to whisper and the Gryffindors to pass each other looks of confusion.

"The three of you should report to the Headmaster immediately . . . Miss Granger's condition is getting too bad. I suggest, Miss Granger, that you channel through both Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy because it will make it easier for the two of you to bear. Now I have some points to take away, " he said in close to one breath. He smirked and entered the classroom. "150 points from Gryffindor and 250 points from Slytherin. I was deadly serious about that!" exclaimed Snape as he closed the door.

The three stood there momentarily with shock written on each of their faces . . . Snape NEVER took away house points from Slytherin. Draco took Hermione's right hand and together the three of them walked to Dumbledore's office.

It seemed as though the flashbacks were still worse than they were for Hermione before the Pensieve, but much better than with just Hermione and one of the others, but Draco noted the intensity was exactly how it was during the night, and if that was with three people, he didn't want to imagine how bad it would be for Hermione by herself.

"So Malfoy, what'd you find out?"

"Well, first I have to tell you that you can't ever say a word of what I tell you to anyone . . . not even the Weasleys. You could put yourselves in serious danger if the wrong person happens to find out this information."

"Draco, please just tell us, we'll never tell a soul. Witch's honor," said Hermione weakly.

"Yeah, no one will ever know. Wizard's honor," said Harry nodding his head in agreement to Hermione

Draco felt so sorry for her. "Well . . . we were right, he's your biological father."

By this time they were at the gargoyle statue. Both felt Hermione tense up and squeeze their hands extremely hard for about thirty seconds and then loosen her grip dramatically.

"Mione are you okay?" Harry shook her hand lightly.

"Yeah . . . just what Draco said erased one of the memories . . . Cinnamon Red Hots," she said and the gargoyle sprang to life, revealing the spiral staircase.

"Good . . . isn't it?" asked Harry.

"Yeah, it is I think," said Hermione as she tugged on their hands to remind them that they still had something to do.

They walked up the stairs quietly. When they reached the top Hermione burst into a fit of giggles.

"What's so funny?" asked Draco looking from Hermione to Harry, catching the same confused expression on his face.

"Harry . . . d - d'you realize . . . what . . . what this makes . . . us?" asked Hermione trying to speak through her laughter.

"Hermione, what are you . . . oh!" Harry began to laugh as well.

Draco was feeling a bit odd; as he was so slow to realize what on earth they were talking about. Then it hit him . . . Hermione was basically Harry's sister. He laughed shortly, and then said, "Come on, let's do what we set out to do." He then knocked on the door of the office.

Harry and Hermione quickly composed themselves as the smiling Headmaster opened the door and bid them 'come in'.

"Sorry to disturb-"

"No need to apologize Miss Morgan," said Dumbledore knowingly. His eyes twinkled at the perplexed looks on all of their faces, as if completely expecting that reaction.

"You know?" asked Hermione feeling worried.

Dumbledore chortled softly at this. "Indeed. Would any of you care for a lemon drop?"

"No thanks. But Professor Dumbledore, if you know about that, does it mean you know everything?" asked Harry.

"I can do you one better; I know more than even Professor Black knows, so much that all four of your heads would spin if you knew truly every single thing there was to know about this," he said pointedly.

"What do you mean . . . there can't possibly be more," said Draco trying to rationalize the situation.

"I'll be sure to tell you sometime, but I'm sure there are some more pressing matters at hand?" he said reminding them of why they were there in the first place.

"Well, we wanted to know how we can help Hermione because she made a Pensieve and basically increased the intensity and frequency of her flashbacks," said Draco sounding extremely worried for Hermione's well being.

"Ah, yes . . . unfortunate this happened. There is a way to stop it; however, you must figure this one out on your own. The only advice I can offer is: counteract each of the memories one at a time with something that you would consider 'bigger' and 'better' that will not cause a negative effect on your mind and they will vanish one by one. And all of your powers and talents will probably need to be used in order to do all of it."

"But what can we do until they are all gone?" asked Harry wanting to get his 'sister's' suffering under control.

"I will let all of Miss Morgan's teachers know to let her off easily on the work load so she can concentrate on the task of counteracting the flashbacks. Also in Potions and Care of Magical Creatures I will have it set that the three of you will be together for any and all projects so that you can continue channeling. Mr. Potter will cover History of Magic, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Charms by himself. Mr. Malfoy, you will cover Arithmancy. I will see to it that no one will know anything other than the fact that it's a project of some sort; perhaps that you are working together to produce a plan against Voldemort. This needs to remain a secret if we can help it. The only people that will know about this are the adults that have to: Professor Binns, Professor McGonagall, Professor Black, Professor Flitwick, Professor Vector, Professor Snape, Hagrid, Madame Pomfrey, and myself; I believe that is everyone?" Hermione nodded and Dumbledore continued, "So you may have figured out that you can't tell anyone about the flashbacks either. We will give Miss Morgan a potion tomorrow and once every two days for two weeks that will help to repress the flashbacks so that they won't cause too much trouble for you during that period, but we can't administer more than that because it will become a poison to your body after the seventh time."

"Thank you," said Hermione softly. "Thank you for going to much trouble to help me."

"It's no trouble at all. I just hope you can figure out the things you need to. I'm afraid that I can't tell you what you will be figuring out because you need to make that discovery on your own."

"Thank you Headmaster for all of your help," said Draco graciously. Dumbledore escorted them out of his office. "Hey you guys, let's just go down to Hagrid's since there's only five minutes of class left and we can't do anything else for Hermione until tomorrow."

"Good idea. Then we can talk with Hagrid to make sure he knows everything," said Hermione.

So they began walking down to Hagrid's hut.

~*::-::*~

Cecily North and her mother traveled towards the Malfoy Manor, both of them looking like royalty in their designer robes and with their hair and make-up done in the latest fashions. Cecily was Draco's betrothed, even though he had never met her before. Cecily knew that she had a mission to accomplish, and she was not one to fail or back down from any challenge.

Her mission: make Draco Malfoy fall in love with her at any cost, and finally, get married and inherit the Malfoy dowry . . .