Chapter Thirty:
( drama unfolds )

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SPENCER KEEPS HER ARMS locked with Ginny's as the two girls wanders to the courtyard. Apparently, the redheaded female will most likely break up with Dean Thomas soon (she mentioned that she is sure he is in love with his best friend and Spencer could not disagree). Spencer is not surprised since she has noticed how Ginny gazes at Harry and vice versa— she wonders how long it will take for them to get together? Also, why can she pay attention more to other people's love life rather than hers? Now that she thinks about it... it's easier focusing on others rather than herself and having to face the truth. Ever since her encounter with Morgana, she did her best to not face Blaise for a few days despite knowing he never did anything with her (and still the nagging part of her brain somehow ends up being more sensitive than a twig). There is also the fact that Theodore practically confess that the reason he still finds himself in a mess is because of her. Sure, she didn't tell him to go join the group of dark wizards, but the fact that she understands why he did it pains her. He cares for Spencer Montague and Ricky Adams more than he does himself and thus, an ambitious Slytherin will be hard to revert back to their side when all he wants is for them to be safe.

And then there is the utter fact that Voldemort himself knows exactly who and how she looks like... well, if that isn't shitty then what is? Spencer cannot believe this is what Harry has been dealing with for the past years. Truly, she cannot blame him for all those times when he is impatient, frustrated, angry, and all in between. Poor boy deserves the rest of life to be uneventful.

"When do you reckon I should do it?" Ginny questions desperately, a small frown plastered on her face to show her annoyance and frustration. Spencer thinks over her words carefully before simply answering, "Well, if you don't like him anymore it's best to just do it soon, right?"

"I suppose so," Ginny sighs, leaning her head against hers. She brightens up as she notices a familiar figure walking their way. Spencer follows her gaze and widens her eyes— almost heading to run away, but with her arm locked around the redhead's she does not get very far, unfortunately. In fact, the girl beside her grins happily and even manages to wave at the tall Slytherin. He places his lips into a thin line (which Spencer figures is his way of smiling?) and respectfully nods at her. "Well, I think Pigwidgeon is calling me and I can't keep him waiting!"

Spencer scowls at her friend knowing very well that an owl would not be calling her even from a few feet apart. Ginny places a kiss on her cheek before dashing away into the castle without thought. Despite how rude Spencer thinks that is, she cannot help but admire the girl's beauty and smugness— man, how lucky is Harry going to be? Extremely.

"Have you been avoiding me?" Blaise quietly questions which makes Spencer snap her head toward him. His hands are neatly tucked in his pockets while wearing a casual shirt— somehow looking far better than he should. Then again... Blaise Zabini always knows how to dress up and she figures it comes with being the son of one of the prettiest witches (so she may have looked up his mother just to be extremely upset on how good-looking she is as well).

"W-what? No!" Spencer mentally slaps herself just as her voice grows high in tone and she forces herself to stare deep in his eyes. Blaise lets his own analyze her face before a small frown grows on his face— ah, fuck, he knows. She does not like how her stomach practically stabs her insides for causing such a beautiful face to get upset.

His head falls slightly toward her and points out, "You just lied to me..." Blaise glances up and walks beside her. There seems to be a slight nervousness lingering in the air and Spencer immediately knows she messed up in avoiding him. "Have I done something wrong?"

Spencer quickly shakes her head in denial. "Of course not! Seriously, I'm sorry. You haven't done anything wrong," the young Montague assures honestly. She just has to be the worst person to exist, right?

Blaise releases a sigh of relief. Spencer gently lets her hand find his and clasps them together. "Walk with me?" She offers quietly, her expression filled with hopefulness and regret. He stares down at their hands before closing them together and nodding in agreement.

"So," he starts off again as they begin taking a stroll around. "Why have you been avoiding me?"

She knows she cannot lie any further. It would be useless against him. Instead, her eyes fall to the gleaming light that makes the two of them glow. Spencer silently thinks over on what to say to him before admitting, "Morgana and I interacted and let's just say she said some things that were... unnecessary and inaccurate."

His eyes seem to want to pop out at her news. "What? When? What did she say? Why didn't you tell me?"

"The day Ron had first been sent to the Hospital Wing we accidentally crossed paths... we both say some things to one another and then she caused fire around us and blamed it on me right when Professor Snape walked by," Spencer explains vaguely. His frown deepens and glares at the continuous glances they keep receiving (clearly surprised that the brooding student is walking around with her).

"And why did you not tell me? Your brother assigned me something to do, Spencer," Blaise runs his free hand over his face. There is an obvious tired look on his at the thought of her getting hurt because he was not there.

"Well— uh, I avoided you...?" Spencer stammers, giving him an apologetic glance. "And honestly, it wasn't for a good reason on my behalf. She just said something which I know is absolutely not true and yet it still got on my nerves because she still tries to belittle me and I just get so provoked with her—"

Blaise squeezes her hand. "It's alright, she's not here right now, okay? Do you mind telling me what she said?"

Spencer knows she is going to get herself embarrassed. Were they heading to the Whomping Willow? Perhaps she should get herself flung out of the school— or maybe the Black Lake is open for drowning. Any of those two options seem rather eye-opening than telling the truth, but all in one, she knows it is best. Still, the exact words that she speaks continues to echo in her mind as if mocking her.

"Well, she may have insinuated that you— uh, and her would do some stuff together... like— um... s-sexually?" Spencer feels herself turn into the brightest shade of red and turns elsewhere to not face his 'demeaning' eyes. In the meantime, the boy beside her raises his eyebrows in surprise and an angry expression takes over his face for a total of five seconds before realizing that Spencer feels embarrassed. Clearing his throat to gain her attention and twirling her around so she can face him, he lets his eyes softly trail around that face of hers.

"We barely made out— mostly out of boredom, but I swear to you, Spencer, I never liked Morgana," Blaise tells her surely, his free hand smoothly grabbing hers in return. Spencer nods back at him unsurprised. "I know, I know you wouldn't have and even if you did, it's all in the past and it's not like there was something wrong if something did happen even though nothing happened so I don't know why I—"

"As much as I find your rambling cute... deep breaths, yeah?" Blaise politely cuts her off, cupping her cheeks gently. Spencer widens her eyes and then nods numbly, letting his touch calm her down. He steps away from her and gives her a short smile. "Were you jealous?"

Jealous— being envious, or suspicious, or protective.

Is Spencer Montague jealous? In a way, yes. She is jealous that Morgana still manages to get under her skin. The way she makes it look like Spencer has been guilty in creating a fire, or the way she knows that if she keeps calling her the second choice it'll stick to her mind. So, yeah, she is jealous. However, she knows not to be. Why? Because Blaise is with her just now, Dumbledore (who is one of the greatest wizards) believes her, she has many friends on her behalf that has become known as family.

"I was at first, but then I figured I shouldn't be," Spencer answers honestly. Once more, she reaches down to his hands and begins holding them. She likes how it feels— warm and cold mixing together to create a neutral and yet soft touch. Her mind goes to one more thing (well two counting Theo but she did not feel like sharing that yet) and once they begin walking again it is when she starts talking again. "There is something else that Morgana and... someone else has told me, however."

Blaise stares at her questioningly, waiting for her to continue. "Yeah?"

"She said that Voldemort knows who I am... and how I look like. And I absolutely don't doubt that because I— I saw him that day," Spencer reveals, swallowing deeply as she recalls back to the Department of Mysteries. The way she was bent down beside Harry and for a few seconds... those few seconds Voldemort stared at her and she stared at him. At that moment, she could care less by the way Harry had been trembling, but now? Now it is some part of her nightmares and thoughts.

He squeezes her hand in comfort and brings it up, pressing a light kiss on the front. "I won't let him hurt you," Blaise states firmly. There is a look on his eyes— fierce and determined. Spencer gives him half a smile before letting herself indulge in the quietness between them.

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"HOW DOES IT FEEL being a loser?" Ricky questions in the most non-humblest way to ever exist. See, Ricky had the gracious part of turning seventeen before the testing of Apparition. And as they all know, Spencer's birthday is on August 18th... which only means that she will have to take it next year (unless the Ministry gives her some testing day in the summer or she does it without their permission).

Spencer rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue out. "How does it feel being old?"

Ricky grins at her weak response. "Great, actually. I can do magic out of school... get my Apparition test done. Brilliant," he relishes loudly, counting them off his fingers. After his little joke, her best friend begins returning back to the essay hoping to fix it just before class can start. While NEWT classes are definitely difficult, Spencer finds herself doing better on her classes— Potions still deems itself difficult but after going over with Harry what type of instructions are needed best and writing it down in her notes she understands it. Despite Professor Snape teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, Spencer still does very well on that class much to his own dismay (she can feel the glares he throws at her for not receiving detentions every night as he planned). In fact, last time he actually called on her in hopes that she can get something wrong or recite the answer from the book, but Spencer knows of his tricks and instead gave her own best answer.

During Defense Against the Dark Arts, Snape had took off points from Gryffindor because of Harry and Ron and truthfully, she cannot blame them for speaking up against him. The man in the supposed Order does not even like kids— so why is he teaching again? She will never understand his bitter hatred against Harry. Her friend is the embodiment of someone who cares way too much. You'd think Snape would have grown up instead of becoming this bitter man.

In another note, the world outside Hogwarts does not seem to be doing so good. Daniel has given her updates about muggles and wizards who have died, gone missing, or have become arrested. All serious notions that the war is only getting stronger and far deadlier. Despite everything that occurs in Hogwarts— it is still somehow the safest place nowadays. With Dumbledore there (and sometimes not?) it has increasingly been protected (she even has seen Tonks a few times!).

And yet, even as she lies beside Blaise in the Astronomy Tower, her mind still takes her to the one recent memory she can not shake off her mind... what is Theodore Nott planning? And how can she get him out of it? Since he keeps hanging out with Malfoy does that mean they are working together? That would explain why they are together when all the other years they have been ignoring each other like fire. Either that or maybe they found some comfort with one another with both being Death Eaters. Honestly, she does not understand why Ron and Hermione have a hard time trying to believe Harry... she could have been one as well. Would she have to do a mission to? Actually, would she even dare to do it or be killed in the hands of Voldemort?

"What do you mean?" Blaise straightens up from his position and stares at her with a puzzled expression. Spencer mentally rolls her eyes on herself for stating the question out loud. He stares at her curiously and in concern and she knows there is no point going around it.

"I was just thinking what would have happened if I didn't run away," Spencer tells him softly. Her eyes goes past his to stare up at the stars. Bright and beautiful from this point of view. She fired not look at stars as bright spots only, however, and instead also tries to take in the vastness of the universe. It interests her how muggles tend to do the most when wanting to learn about where they live and of the sky. Not only is there wizard astronomers, but there are also muggle ones and those who have apparently traveled to the moon and are exploring the other planets— Mars, to be specific seeing as Venus (Blaise's favorite one to look at) is quite literally the hottest planet. With all the world surrounding them, sometimes Spencer finds herself feeling like this moment in time will just be a quick and bloody bump. Will it be happy? In the middle of war, who knows. "Father made it clear I would have received it no matter the consequence, and I couldn't help but wander if I would complete a mission or give up my life."

Blaise listens closely, his eyes not looking up at the stars and rather on her. Yet, he still somehow manages to seem like if he is staring at a whole beautiful world. "Personally, I think you are too kind for your own good, Spencer. In order to help your friends and those you care about... you would never dare complete it and would die for it unless he threatened those you love," he says his own opinion, giving her a slight frown all the same. It is that mindset of hers that had made him angry last year, but he has come to realize it is what makes her her.

Unless he threatened those you love...

Theodore is reliving through the same thing then. He hates his father so there is no point in trying to please him, but if Voldemort knows of their friendship and how she looks like... it makes sense why he is so completely in pain.

"Do you think that's what happened to Malfoy?" Spencer quietly asks in return. She would not mind if he does not answer since she has taken notice on how the two best friends seem to drift apart throughout the whole year. He still sits with the Slytherins, but she finds herself noticing that he would sit beside Parkinson instead while Malfoy and Theodore mysteriously have gone elsewhere.

"Draco has always been a prejudice person since he grew up with Lucius... his mother also doesn't necessarily like muggles as well, but she cares more about being a mother than that," Blaise begins in the same level of tone as her. "He's not evil. He messes up a lot and is a bit of a prat, but he's not made to be a killer... I think it scares him and I don't think he wants this life. So, my guess? He's doing this for them because Draco is willing to do anything to protect or make his parents proud."

Spencer frowns at his words and glances down at the ground. How cruel is a man for making others feel fearful for those they care about? Blaise notices her change of mood and carefully lifts her chin up. "I'm sorry," he apologizes, like if he should have done more to keep this all from happening. Spencer does not see why he should apologize. They are all victims.

Wanting to talk about something else, Spencer gives him a thin smile and then hugs her knees. "Can you tell me now why you always come up here?"

Blaise tilts his head at her question before chuckling. "Why? Well... the first time I came here, Draco and I had some petty argument and I wanted to clear my head. Somehow ended up walking all the way here before curfew and then... I just enjoyed it. Fresh wind, shining stars. The world from here looks—"

"Heavenly," Spencer finishes his sentence. He gives her a smile and nods. "And so I kept coming and after having to sneak past Filch I just went to the library to help me figure out what to do to not get caught."

"I never saw a reason to come up here," Spencer tells him honestly. "Then that one time after detention with Umbridge you just helped me and I realized how calming it is..."

His eyes goes down to her hand and notices the faded words imprinted on her skin. "I want to be a Healer or Mediwizard to find ways to heal scars properly," Blaise claims surely, his fingers lightly caressing through the words. This sends shivers up her spine, but she finds herself enjoying how soft his hands manages to feel.

"I think I want to be a wizard profiler. That's what Daniel is and he has told me stories that the part he enjoys is when they save another person from getting killed... I want to do that," Spencer sighs out. She knows that he cannot save everyone and neither could she, but catching these people and having a chance to save others? That inspires her. Blaise softly lets his finger trail on her cheek and she holds in her breath at how he stares at her like if he does not care about anything else in the world except... "Why are you staring at me like that?" Her voice barely above a whisper.

Blaise cups her cheeks carefully. "You are so beautiful," he admits. There seems to be an inner battle inside his mind as his lips part wanting to speak up and yet not continuing any further. Spencer widens her eyes in surprise and feels the air between them somehow get warm in the fresh weather. "I think I know how you can return my favor, if you'd like at least."

"Yeah?" Spencer breathes out. Blaise shifts his eyes down to her lips and then back to her eyes. The young Montague grins at his clue before leaning forward and connecting her lips against his. The same butterflies in her stomach flutter and make her feel like she's more than alive. He handles her with fragility, soft and gentle all around even within the kiss. She shifts in her seat before getting in a comfortable position and letting her hand travel to his soft short curls.

He parts his lips away from hers for a few seconds as he then whispers, "Remember those other favors you made up?" Spencer lets her forehead rest on his in thought. He was the first one to mention that she owed him a favor, but the others she just kept in the amount of times he has helped her and called them more favors she owns. Slowly, she nods breathlessly. "How about letting me call you my girlfriend and we call it even?" Blaise asks haughtily and filled with hopefulness, pressing a short kiss on her lips.

Spencer keeps the same grin on her face and laughs lightly. "Mister Darnay, are you asking to be my boyfriend?"

"This time, Spencer Montague, Blaise Zabini is asking," the Slytherin parts her hair from the side out of her face and stares at her curiously. Spencer furrows her brows at his words before relaxing and with a confident nod she answers in the same tone as him, "Blaise Zabini, I would love to be your girlfriend."

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RICKY KEEPS REPEATING THE same words that they were taught in their Apparition lessons seeing as he would take the test today. Spencer sits beside him with a folded Daily Prophet by her side. She listens to his worries while reading the newspaper with a tight-frown. Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf who bit Remus, has attacked another child and caused him to die. A few of the relatives attends Hogwarts and she could have sworn she heard cries from across the Great Hall. A slight shiver past through her as she glances up and lets her eyes wander to the Slytherin table. She makes eye contact with Blaise— her boyfriend— and briefly smiles at him, her heart fluttering in complete awe as he returns it. Though, she then turns away from him and her face completely changes into something blank.

Where's Morgana?

"Stop eye-fucking your boyfriend," Ricky snorts in amusement, giving her a short 'annoyed' look before grinning. Spencer coughs out the pumpkin juice she drank and slaps his arm. She just knows her face has blossomed into a dark shade of red. "You're insufferable, Ricky," she sighs out.

"I'm just joking, Spence. The two of you, unfortunately, are adorable," Ricky makes a face and shudders to himself. Spencer smiles warmly at him before standing up as the bell rang. While she wears a calm expression, the boy quickly turns into one of panic. "Shit, what if I end up in Antartica?"

Spencer rolls her eyes. "Just Apparate back," she answers obviously. He gives her an annoyed look.

"And what if I fail!" Ricky groans in embarrassment. He smacks his own hand against his face as they begin heading to the entrance hall. Spencer stops him midway and makes him turn to her. She grabs his hand and squeezes them tight. "Ricky Adams, you are one of the smartest person I have met and I know you can do this and even if for some reason you forget an eyebrow, I'm still very much proud of you."

The words 'proud of you' seem to bring them back to a memory where she was in her gloomiest thoughts and in a need of mental help. Ricky begins calming down and then gives her a hug. He presses his lips into her hair before parting from her. After a few seconds, another familiar figure reaches her side and pulls her in. She quietly giggles upon recognizing it as her boyfriend and grins up at him. "Are you ready for the test?"

Blaise smirks confidently. "I figure if I go in confidently, I'll come out better," he tells her. Spencer tilts her head curiously before nodding in agreement. She tiptoes a bit and presses her lips into his cheek.

Her feet stable once more in the ground and she pats his chest. "For good luck," she measures evenly. Blaise raises an eyebrow questioningly before telling her, "A kiss in my lips would be better."

Spencer chuckles at his boldness. "Ah, that is for when you come back," she declares. Noticing that Harry is waiting for her patiently, she smiles one last time before walking toward her Gryffindor friend. Blaise disappears from her view as she goes the other direction.

Harry grins widely and places his arm around her. "Did I interrupt you and your boyfriend?" He mocks playfully, hissing as she punches his arm. "Joking!"

"Have you thought over what to do with Slughorn?" Spencer questions, changing the topic as they begin making their way to Potions. The two of them are still not seventeen yet so they would have to wait to take the test. She is sure that the two of them could successfully Apparate, however, so it doesn't really matter.

Potions, Spencer immediately figures, would be quite boring. Apart from herself and Harry, only two more individuals are inside: Ernie and Malfoy. Professor Slughorn stares at them with amusement and motions for them to sit down. This time, Spencer chooses to sit beside Harry. "All too young to Apparate?" The older man questions knowingly.

All four of them nod their head.

"All well," Slughorn adds cheerily, "as we're so few, we'll do something fun. I want you all to brew me up something amusing."

Spencer blinks in confusion and it seems that she is not the only one either. Malfoy scowls at the man's request and loudly asks, "What do you mean 'something amusing'?"

Slughorn chuckles uncaringly. "Surprise me," he answers. Spencer sighs at the little information before flipping over the pages of the book. She quickly glances at every available and interesting potion to make before choosing one randomly. Having remembered some of Snape's instructions he had given when talking about something else, Spencer begins making the Wit-Sharpening Potion. She grabs the ground scarab beetles, ginger roots, armadillo bile, and newt spleens before starting correctly. To begin, she uses a knife to cut off two pieces of ginger root and adds it to the cauldron. Her potion turns from blue to green. Then, she adds armadillo bile until it turns blue. Continuing with it, she grinds scarab beetles in pestle, sprinkling it in the cauldron until it turns red. While adding some armadillo bile, she smiles in gratitude as the potion turns yellow. Chopping four more pieces of ginger root, she adds it to the cauldron again which would make the potion turn green.

About an hour later, Professor Slughorn begins standing up to check on their potion and she finishes the potion successfully as she stirs clockwise until the potions ends up with the final color. When he reaches her side, he laughs excitedly. "Brilliant, Spencer! You have greatly done the Wit-Sharpening potion, my, my," he beams happily. He glances down at his watch. "We still need half an hour left—"

He does not get to finish his sentence as Professor Flitwick suddenly barges in the dungeon's door with a panicked look on his face. Upon immediately noticing Spencer sitting down beside Harry, the short teacher lets out a breath of relief and bends down to catch his own. Spencer stands up alarmingly (as does Harry) and makes her way to her head of house. "Sir! What's wrong?"

Professor Slughorn reaches her side and worriedly glances around. "Yes, Filius. What has happened?"

"Your—" Professor Flitwick takes another huge gasp of breath. "Your sister has fled from Hogwarts!"

Spencer feels her head spin at the new information, her feet taking her a few steps back in surprise. Two gentle hands reaches her side and makes her lean on him— except she does not care about that. All at once, every piece of information and theories she had about her sister begin overlapping with one another as they always do in moments of distress. Her vision keeps going in and out and she crumbles down to the ground, a sudden deep realization finally coming over her with the answer in the tip of her tongue.

I'll see you behind the bars of Azkaban right alongside Aunt Mordra... Those were the words that caused her sister to lash out on her. Spencer did not think much on it, but this time she realized how mistaken she had been. The answer had been in front of her the whole time. Or else— how else would they barely take a moment to notice that her sister is no longer in Hogwarts?

"Whatever do you mean, Professor Flitwick?" Slughorn's voice is audible. Spencer stands up and barely notices that Harry has her in his arms, a look of worry in his face as he stares down at her. She wraps her arm around his neck and hides herself from everyone's view. Her mind seems to relax as it finds the answer to her problem and then listens in close to the two professors.

"Morgana Montague was not at any of her classes so far and based on the area where she went— she vanished last night," Professor Flitwick informs nervously. Spencer waits for the words to confirm her thoughts. Stupid, stupid, stupid. "And she has found a way to get countless Azkaban prisoners to escape," the older man reveals.

Harry gasps and his chest toughens in realization. He holds onto her tighter knowing the girl needs the hug. Professor Flitwick goes toward the young girl and solemnly lets his head point to the ground. "I apologize for bearing you with this unfortunate news, but I feared for your safety just in case... I never thought Morgana would go this far..."

Spencer separates herself from Harry and her fingers tremble slightly. "I-I need to tell Daniel... can you— can you come with me?" She stares at him desperately, her mind going to the fact that right now Ricky and Blaise and everyone else were testing and she is just with Harry. The Gryffindor nods surely, grabbing ahold of her hand and letting her take the lead to the Owlery.

Daniel,

I'm sure you heard the news already... Morgana fled from Hogwarts last night and has helped Mordra and many others escape. I'm incredibly sorry. The answer to what she was planning was right in my face and I missed it and now she's free among other Death Eaters. I should have seen this coming... I'm sorry.

Spencer

She spends the rest of the morning with Harry who thankfully made it his goal to distract her from her worries. He hangs out with her in the Ravenclaw table beside Luna— giving her a quick glance of concerns a few times before continuing trying to make her feel better. It is late afternoon when all the students begin returning from the testing grounds, some appearing proud of themselves while others disappointed. Hermione, Ron, Ricky, and Blaise (yes, Blaise) walk toward them without hesitation. Well, Hermione and Ron stand close together while Ricky chats with the Slytherin casually.

When Hermione catches eye of the two, she practically skips her way faster than everyone else and exclaims, "I passed!" Harry gives her half a grin before asking if Ron did. The girl's smile slightly fell off as she expressed that he hadn't, but the other two boys arriving did. Spencer barely gives her a look and instead glances back down at her food. How completely foolish is she? Morgana could Apparate and she must've sneak out to Hogsmeade to do so... how could this pass her? She should know her sister better than anyone.

"Uh—" Harry gives them a frown and comfortingly rubs her arm. At their look of confusion, he clears his throat and tells them, "Maybe now is not the time... do you want clear your head, Spence?"

The question is directed at her, his brows furrowed together in worry. Everyone else seems puzzled by their solemn reaction and then turns to Luna in hopes that she could explain. The blonde girl mimics their frown and quietly says, "She hasn't smiled genuinely even with Harry's poor attempts to joke around... I'm quite worried about her too."

Spencer, still listening to everything else around her, glances up and purses her lips. "I'm sorry," she apologizes numbly. Ricky loses his smile and immediately finds himself trying to figure out what's wrong. He sits down opposite of her, his hand reaching out for hers while Blaise narrows his eyes in suspicion, his eyes quickly wandering to his own table in wonder. The Slytherin appears taken back as he notices the girl he is looking for is nowhere to be seen. Instead of voicing his thoughts, he smoothly slides to the other side of the table and sits in the other side of Spencer where Harry is not at.

"What happened?"

Harry stares back at his friends. "Azkaban prisoners has been freed... Mordra was one of them and—" he takes a huge breath, "and Morgana is the one who caused them to escape."

"WHAT?!"

(And so the plot thickens as Morgana's mission to Lord Voldemort is complete, but trouble hasn't stopped any yet. Because with her mission— it is only a matter of time before two boys have to complete theirs).

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
i really said let me give you guys a gift
but also run you over with a truck 💖✨

so basically,,, morgana is now on the run
protected by voldy and her aunt who are insane

spencer is honestly just in shock and disappointed
because she blames herself for letting it happen
when really it isn't her fault :/ but blaise and her
are officially dating 😃🤝

also, the next two chapters will come out next
week!! saturday and sunday and that's how it
will be from now on since school starts tomorrow
for me hahaha kill me pls 😁👍