Daughters of the Morrigu
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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
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Adult +
Chapters:
4
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4,958
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3
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Chapter 3
Daughters of the Morrigu
By Amanda (adami) Rose
Disclaimers, authors notes and the like: See Chapter one. I don’t want to have to retype it again.
“my daughter, you’ve done well.” She heard the mysterious dark haired woman say
“Thank you…Pardon me, but what should I call you? I mean you call me daughter but I know you are not my mother, so how should I address you?”
“But Child, I am your mother. You just don’t understand things yet.” The black haired woman said, stepping completely out of the shadows. Hermione was surprised to see that the woman looked much younger, and older at the same time. It was as if she could see the woman age in front of her eyes, but when she looked again she was youthful again. “However” The woman continued. “ Until you are ready, you may call me Morgan.”
“OK then. It’s a pleasure to meet you Morgan. Um, may I ask where we are?” Hermione asked, looking around her. What she saw startled her. The scenery had changed from nothing more than red and purple mist and fog to a beautiful clearing in a forest. At the opposite end was a small stone table, with intricate engravings on it.
Ever the inquisitive child I see. The short answer is that we are in my home. The long answer will be revealed to you all in due time My Child.
Hermione was slightly taken aback. How did this woman live in a grove in the forest? “But Morgan, how do you live here? I mean, What do you do for protection against the elements and animals? How do you eat? Where do you bathe? Where do you sleep?
The woman just laughed and held up one had to prevent Hermione from asking any more questions. “One question at a time my dear, First, Yes I live here, I have lived here for a very long time. Second, The elements and animals protect me, I need no protection from them. Third, I eat the same way everyone eats… with my mouth, hands, and utensils designed for eating. And finally My Child, you see that patch of clover over there?” Morgan said, pointing to a small lush green patch in the West corner of the clearing. “That is where I sleep. Now, before you can ask any more questions, and yes I know you wish to. It is time for you to go. You have a big day ahead of you today. Beannacht Mi glic paiste”
“Excuse me, but I didn’t understand that last bit.” Hermione said, biting her lower lip.
“I’m sorry dear, I forgot you don’t yet speak the tongue of the Scots. I said blessings my clever child. It’s my way of saying goodbye for now.” Morgan said, turning away from Hermione and walking into the mist and fog that had suddenly reappeared.
“Oh. Goodbye Morgan.” Hermione said, watching the retreating figure.
The next morning Hermione awoke from her dream more rested and ready to face whatever the day had to offer than she had in a very long time.
By Amanda (adami) Rose
Disclaimers, authors notes and the like: See Chapter one. I don’t want to have to retype it again.
“my daughter, you’ve done well.” She heard the mysterious dark haired woman say
“Thank you…Pardon me, but what should I call you? I mean you call me daughter but I know you are not my mother, so how should I address you?”
“But Child, I am your mother. You just don’t understand things yet.” The black haired woman said, stepping completely out of the shadows. Hermione was surprised to see that the woman looked much younger, and older at the same time. It was as if she could see the woman age in front of her eyes, but when she looked again she was youthful again. “However” The woman continued. “ Until you are ready, you may call me Morgan.”
“OK then. It’s a pleasure to meet you Morgan. Um, may I ask where we are?” Hermione asked, looking around her. What she saw startled her. The scenery had changed from nothing more than red and purple mist and fog to a beautiful clearing in a forest. At the opposite end was a small stone table, with intricate engravings on it.
Ever the inquisitive child I see. The short answer is that we are in my home. The long answer will be revealed to you all in due time My Child.
Hermione was slightly taken aback. How did this woman live in a grove in the forest? “But Morgan, how do you live here? I mean, What do you do for protection against the elements and animals? How do you eat? Where do you bathe? Where do you sleep?
The woman just laughed and held up one had to prevent Hermione from asking any more questions. “One question at a time my dear, First, Yes I live here, I have lived here for a very long time. Second, The elements and animals protect me, I need no protection from them. Third, I eat the same way everyone eats… with my mouth, hands, and utensils designed for eating. And finally My Child, you see that patch of clover over there?” Morgan said, pointing to a small lush green patch in the West corner of the clearing. “That is where I sleep. Now, before you can ask any more questions, and yes I know you wish to. It is time for you to go. You have a big day ahead of you today. Beannacht Mi glic paiste”
“Excuse me, but I didn’t understand that last bit.” Hermione said, biting her lower lip.
“I’m sorry dear, I forgot you don’t yet speak the tongue of the Scots. I said blessings my clever child. It’s my way of saying goodbye for now.” Morgan said, turning away from Hermione and walking into the mist and fog that had suddenly reappeared.
“Oh. Goodbye Morgan.” Hermione said, watching the retreating figure.
The next morning Hermione awoke from her dream more rested and ready to face whatever the day had to offer than she had in a very long time.