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[sleepyqueenie]

Morgan Lestrange was a first year student at Hogwarts.
Her father was, her mother was, she did not know. She had grown up an orphan. It was a wonder that her true family name had been traced.
Parentage, blood-status those things did not matter anymore after Lord Voldemort's demise. Some wizards still considered it bad luck to call his name. Morgan did not, she rather liked the sound of it.
She sat in the Great Hall eating a cupcake at her house table. She was a Ravenclaw, though she had felt part Slytherin as well. Professor Cuthbert's voice ran through her head as she read Hogwarts, a history. He must be most boring teacher in wizard's history.
"It was my mother who first thought of founding Hogwarts." the Grey Lady said.
Startled Morgan looked up.
"Oh I am sorry, I did not mean to pry."
"No, that's alright. Please stay.
Your mother was Rowena Ravenclaw, correct?"
"Yes, she constructed all this. A noble cause to channel Gryffindor's courage and Slytherin's ambition. The kindhearted Hufflepuff helped her win their trust.
Hogwarts was founded to keep magic alive, and the Old Ways."
"The Old Ways?"

[Arwen17]

Lestrange was a well known pureblood surname in the wizarding world. But the family was scattered across many different countries and had been torn apart in the last war. In the aftermath of the war, no one was sure who her parents were. She often had unfair hatred aimed at her by other Hogwarts students because of her infamous surname. Many of them assumed she must be descended from the notorious deatheater Bellatrix Lestrange but there was no evidence of that.

Helena, the Grey Lady's real name, had been lonely since her friend Luna Lovegood had graduated from Hogwarts. She hadn't had anyone to talk to for two years. But now Helena had become interested in a new Ravenclaw, Morgan. Perhaps she was fascinated by Morgan because of Morgan's mysterious and fractured past not unlike Helena's own past. Or perhaps Ravenclaws simply liked a good mystery and enjoyed solving it.

"The Old Ways?"

"Long, long ago in the earliest ages of Britain, magic was not just a skill but also tied to religion and the gods." Helena spoke dramatically.
"Why isn't it that way anymore?" Morgan asked.
"People forget. Things change." she whispered sadly. "All of this happened long ago before Ravenclaw's diadem even went missing."

[sleepyqueenie]

Morgan was trying to fall asleep. Which meant she way lying wide awake in bed, entertaining herself by listening to the ravens in the tower roof. Morgan let her mind wonder off.

A raven, pecking. Its beak was bloody. Several ravens now. Their feathers fluttering. They were eating together. Their meal was a corpse. There were more corpses lying around.
Male corpses of fallen warriors in armour. Morrigan Morgan could hear the clatter of shields and swords. But all was tranquil now. The fight was over.
Morrigan Le Fay Morgan tried to turn around. She found she did not have a body in her dream. Her thoughts continued to twist her name. Fooling around with her identity. Morgan Le Fay
You belong to the Fae.
Amidst the ravens and bloodshed there sat a woman. She had been here during the fight and lingered afterwards, lamenting its dead. She looked like a warrior. Was she a mother?
She clung to all those who had believed in her and died on this battlefield in her name. As she knelt beside them her hand would grip the body in her arms like a raven’s claw.
Morgan could almost not bear the sound of the woman’s cries. She lifted her dark eyelids. I am Mab. Green emerald eyes gazed at her. Morgan screamed. She woke.

Morgan leapt out of bed. She felt she had to talk to someone, urgently. Someone who would not ridicule or taunt her.
But she was already late for her first period, divination. Professor Trelawney often said she had a knack for divination. She claimed that she had felt her talent from the moment Morgan had first entered the Great Hall. Because of that Morgan was now the only first year who had to attend divination classes. She wished she could have been good at any other subject than that.
Morgan ran up, down and across the ever changing stairs.