dursley [h. g.]

••dursley•• || stand-off

There was no world that Kendra would have believed the events unfolding before her three years ago. Even as she thought it, it seemed absurd. Morgan le Fay, a centuries old immortal witch who had lived in her head for the past two years, was possessing Kendra so she could make a deal with Lord Voldemort.

"I'll be honest, Morgana sighed, making herself threateningly comfortable in the seat opposite from where Voldemort stood, wand held like a deathly paintbrush, watching Morgana like a snake waiting for the right moment to strike and take its prey for dinner. "I'm not one for deals."

"Tell me," he said after a pause, in an charismatic voice that did not match his features, at least, not anymore. "Why are you... with her?"

Kendra and Morgana were both mildly offended. Morgana was much better at holding back her snide comments until the right moment than Kendra, however, and she offered the Dark Lord a tight lipped smile. "I was bored, believe it or not. For whatever purposes you want to cheat death, there are separate challenges of immortality."

A spark of greed was alight in Voldemort's eyes. Clearly, he thought Morgana would perhaps be the answer to finally achieving true immortality. Kendra could feel Morgana suppress her sigh, her eyes not missing it at all. "And has she amused you?" he asked leadingly.

"Endlessly," Morgana replied cooly. "Anyone who heard the things she said to Albus Dumbledore would have been amused. But that's not why we're here. As persuasive as you might have been to other's, I'm afraid I've seen the world turn far too many times to fall for your coersion. I have chosen Kendra for a reason, and I see no reason to abandon her."

Voldemort smiled, what might have been politely, if he didn't look like a basilisk had fucked a troll- Kendra was very proud of that comparison. "And what do you want?" he asked.

"Oh many things," Morgana said. "To be able to look in a mirror again, for people to remember me as I actually was, to see my friends again, for peace, for Kendra here to live to the ripe old age of 145 without a scratch on her. I would love to actually be at her wedding as well- in fact, let me plan it, it would go swimmingly."

Kendra internally rolled her eyes at the woman she had come to know as a friend.

"So why are you here, then?" Voldemort asked, his head tilting slightly as he observed her, still waiting to pounce. "I have not heard anything that you need me for."

"You are quite the Slytherin, aren't you?" Morgana smiled slightly. "Merlin would be proud, if he wasn't too busy being the largest idiot to roam the planet. But I disagree. There is plenty you can give me- and Kendra as well, which is essentially the same thing at a certain point."

"And what is that?" Voldemort asked, smiling that awful smile again. If Kendra had control over her body, she would have shivered at the sight of his yellowed and rotten teeth. Morgana smiled in return, staring him down like she knew she was above him.

"I said I was bored, didn't I?" She said, her lips twitching, threatening to split into a full grin. "And it's been so long since I've had practice in this mortal realm. So strike me a deal, my lord. I might just keep it." Her lips finally gave way to the grin, one that was more threatening than inviting. Once again, Kendra was thankful that she was on Morgana's good side. She waited, curious as to what exactly Morgana was going to get Kendra into now.

Voldemort kept his surprise thinly veiled. "You would join our cause?" he asked, suspicious.

"I will stretch my wand arm out," Morgana corrected. "And it might just help you out. No promises."

"And what would ask in return?" Voldemort asked, turning has back to Morgana. Kendra paused, hoping that her trust in Morgana would see her through.