dursley [h. g.]

••dursley•• || leaving

Morgana stood over Kendra as her eyes flickered open, gently poking Kendra's cheek. Kendra's face scrunched as she realized what was happening and she lazily raised a hand to swat at Morgana's. Morgana grinned sheepishly and straightened.

"Albus, get over here right this minute," Morgana said. "She's woken up--or whatever you want to call it."

"Woken up?" Kendra said groggily, accepting the outstretched hand Morgana offered and standing. Dumbledore strode over to Morgana and Kendra groaned when she saw him.

"Well, technically you're asleep right now, dear," Morgana said. "But your consciousness has entered this state, so I suppose you've woken up here, even though it's not real."

"Excellently put, Morgana," Dumbledore added. Morgana rolled her eyes.

"Of course, it was excellently put, I'm three thousand years old. You learn a thing or two," Morgana snarked. "Will you ignore him? He wanted to speak with you but I have a few things to say to you first."

"Already doing it," Kendra said, though it was with amusement that she glanced over at Dumbledore.

"I'm sure you have a thousand questions," Morgana said, her smile suddenly sad. "We will do our best to answer anything you want to ask."

Kendra nodded slowly. "Bellatrix is dead, right? I didn't imagine that or anything?" Kendra asked, suddenly worried.

Morgana's smile was less sad now. "Yes, dear, Bellatrix is dead. And your bond has been mostly severed."

"Mostly severed?" Kendra asked.

Morgana sighed. "It is all rather confusing magic, but there is a part of her bond, as I suspected, that latched itself onto me."

"But..." Kendra said. "She's dead, though. She can't use the bond, right?"

"Perhaps, perhaps not," Morgana said. "It's unknown territory."

"How do I sever it completely then?" Kendra asked. She wanted the possibility of Bellatrix doing anything to be gone, even if the chance was so slim it would be practically impossible.

Morgana smiled sadly. Kendra noticed that her eyes were much more green than the brown they had been the last time she had seen the witch. "There is a way, but I would like to wait a bit to tell you if you don't mind. Not long at all--I will tell you before you wake up back in your body."

"Alright," Kendra conceded. When no one said anything, she rounded on Dumbledore. "What did you want to speak to me about?"

His eyes twinkled. "Simply that I am very appreciative for the job you did, Miss Dursley," he said. "I know we have not always got along but I cannot thank you enough for trusting me enough to do my bidding."

Kendra sighed. "Professor, I don't agree with everything you've done--particularly when it comes to my cousin. But we were always on the same side. And I think I have some form of twisted respect for you."

He beamed. "Thank you, Kendra. And speaking of your cousin, if I am correct, I believe he has just ended this war."

Kendra choked on her saliva for a moment. "What?" she asked, astounded. "You mean, he's killed Voldemort and I'm passed out?"

Morgana smiled fondly. "It seems that would be the case, yes."

Kendra shook her head. "I can't believe it," she said, knowing Harry would never let her hear the end of it. "End of the bloody war and I'm passed out. Typical."

"Not for much longer," Morgana promised, and the same sad smile tugged at her lips. "Though if it were up to me, we would have much more time together."