dursley [h. g.]

••dursley•• || morgana

The rest of that Sunday passed with unprecedented normality. Kendra split her time between Hermione, her homework, and her friends. And when the day was done, there were no strange dreams to muddle it, despite her newfound knowledge about Malfoy.

The day after, Monday, was equally normal, save for the splitting headache that Kendra ended up taking a potion for in the middle of Transfiguration for since she could no longer read the words on the board she was trying to copy down. In fact, it wasn't until Thursday night that something happened.

It had been a Defense Against the Dark Arts Class. The days with those were always long and dreadfully boring. But Kendra kept her act up despite the fact that she would really quite like to slip some poison into Umbridge's tea. After class, the day was nothing special. Studying with Hermione in the library at lunch after they scarfed down their food, going through the rest of her classes, laughing until she cried with Lisa at dinner, getting Luna to read her tarot cards in the common room, finishing her homework, and then telling all of her friends in Ravenclaw goodnight and going up to bed.

It was when she was in bed that her day began to get strange. Specifically, when she had fallen asleep.

She was back in the void, the same as the last time she had seen the strange woman. She was there again, smirking glamorously at Kendra. "Well?" she asked, her dark eyes staring into Kendra's with amusement.

"Well what?" Kendra asked, confused.

"Oh, darling, you're a smart girl, I thought you would have figured out who I was, what with that little library trip with your girlfriend," the woman chuckled as Kendra blushed. "Oh yes, I know about that. And you know who I am. Don't you remember how you felt when you found that book? That wasn't a coincidence, darling, that was me."

"Morgana?" Kendra asked, slightly bewildered. Morgana smiled sarcastically and clapped twice. "But... Hermione said you were dead?!"

"Hmm, yes, I suppose you all do think I'm dead, don't you. That would be Merlin's doing, always a big laugh, he was," Morgana rolled her eyes at the mention of Merlin. "But no, I am not dead. Your legends say Merlin killed me with Excalibur, don't they?"

"They do," Kendra replied slowly, more confused by the second.

"Well, that's a lie, and a cheeky one. History's truly written by the winners isn't it? Merlin and I were quite good friends, you know, before I was corrupted and became evil and tried to kill him and all of that. He taught me most of the magic I know. And so when I was defeated, he couldn't bear to kill me, as nostalgic as an elephant, that man. And so, he banished me into people's dreams- well, he had the help of a goddess, but that's quite a story for another time. That way, I was not the corrupt and evil Morgana, but the one who he had befriended me. He figured out how to summon me into his dreams and visited whenever he liked until his death. But by sending me here, he made me immortal," Morgana smiled cheerfully at this, as though the thought of eternal life pleased her.

"Has anyone else been banished there?" Kendra asked, curious.

"Oh, no darling. It was a one time thing. Only Merlin was powerful enough to do so, and the goddess who helped him is not a very helpful type. Besides, she's long been forgotten now, and she hasn't any power without mortals down there worshipping her. And of course, Merlin would have never sent anyone but me here. Once he learned the sorts of things that I was capable of doing here, and that was before I had fully exploited by power, mind, he removed the spell from his mind, destroyed any evidence that he had performed it," Morgana waved her hand, bored.