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My Life as a Snape by Wanted Free7
Chapter 16 : Morgan
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"Dad!" I yelled frantically as I ran downstairs. "Dad!"

"What, Emma?" he called back, annoyed. I located his voice easily. He was in his study. I ran in. "Emma, don't yell and also, what have I told you about running in the house?"

"I can't run in the house," I said. "But that's not important right now!"

Dad raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really?"

"Yes. Morgan's missing and I can't find her! I'm really worried," I said, trying not to cry. Morgan is the my best nonhuman friend.

"When did you last see her?" Dad asked, getting up. He came to stand by me.

"Um, maybe a week or so ago?" I replied. "Well, I saw her last Sunday. . . Daddy, we have to find her! Its February and she's going to freeze!" With that, I started sobbing. I loved her and if she died I would feel terrible.

"We'll find her. Go get your jacket." he said, giving me a quick hug. He went and grabbed his jacket. He summoned mine when he realized that I wasn't going to go get it and waste time. "Here, now put it on. We'll find her, don't worry,Emma."

It was beginning to get dark. We walked quickly. Dad had let Mum know we were leaving. She wanted to come too, but Dad told her to stay, in case Morgan came back home to get warm. Two hours later, Dad said we should go back home.

"Dad, we need to keep looking!" I argued. "She could have been hit by a car, or hurt, or-or, she could be dead," I whispered the last word. It was too horrible to consider.

"Emma, we will continue looking tomorrow when it is brighter outside," Dad said, taking my arm.

"Please? Just a few minutes longer?" I begged. Dad looked at me and shook his head no. I felt the familiar feeling of Disapparition take ahold of me. I hated the feeling of being sucked through avery tight tube. When we arrived home, Mum had some warm coco for us to drink.

We searched the next morning, and the next few days we searched. Dad had to work, and I had school, so we could only search at night. I grew sad, and Sam tried everything to help me. Sam, Mason, Katie, Matt and I all searched, but had no luck.


Two weeks later we still hadn't found her, and I was losing hope. My schoolwork started to suffer, but Dad quickly put an end to that, saying that it shouldn't suffer because of a cat. I thought that was kind of mean. She wasn't just a cat, she was my friend and confidant. I could tell her anything, and she wouldn't judge me.


February past, and March came upon us before we even knew what happened. Mum and I had made wanted signs looking for Morgan. No one replied to them, so we took them down. Mum did say that, if Morgan was still alive, (I shuddered at the thought),then she would find her way home. After all, she is a magical cat, Mum had pointed out.

"Are you going to eat that?" a voice said, startling me out of my thoughts. Sam stood there, looking at my tray of food.

"No," I said, pushing the tray to him. We were sitting in the school dining hall eating lunch.

"Thanks," Sam said, eating my food. I watched him.

"Did you eat breakfast?" I asked, alarmed at how much he was eating.

"Just a little," he grinned. I looked at him, disgusted. Katie noticed and giggled. "What? I'm a growing boy and I need food."

"Whatever," I replied.

After school, Sam came over to my house. We went up to my room, and started working on our homework. We had gotten quite a bit, as we both had some tests coming up.

"Em?" Sam asked.


"We should go on a date or something. . . I mean, we haven't in a long time."

"Sure," I replied, thinking it over. "That's a good idea. What should we do?"

"A movie maybe? At that muggle theater," he answered.

"The Montgomery Theater?" I asked, surprised. That place was expensive. I had been there with Mum once, when she wanted to see this new romance movie that had come out.

"Yeah, is that okay?"

"Its fine," I reassured him. "So when should we do this?"

"Tomorrow night, because its a Saturday and we have nothing planned."

"That's fine with me," I replied, smiling. "What time?"

"Well, what movie do you want to see?"

Um. . . how about The Ghost of Brody Hall?" I said.

"A scary movie?" Sam asked incredulously.

"Yeah. . ." I answered. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"No. Anyway, I looked up the movie and it starts at eight. I'll come over at seven."

"Sounds good."

Sam stayed for dinner, at Mum's insistence. We had steak and potatoes. It was delicious. We talked about Morgan, and that a few of the neighbors were keeping an eye out for her.


Saturday seemed to pass by extremely slowly. Mum got tired of me wandering around restlessly so she made me clean up my room, then sent me to go help Dad. I helped him with some potions that were easy enough for me to make.

At six I started to get ready. I found a pair of long, dark skinny jeans and a green top. I wore a black jacket over the top and black converse. I then curled my hair a bit and put on some make-up.

The doorbell rang and I rushed to answer it. The clock read 7:10. I hadn't noticed that he was late.
"Fashionably late?" I asked as I let him inside. He laughed.

"Yeah, kinda. I knew that you'd take a while so I decided to come ten minutes late," I gasped and smacked him. He laughed a ran into the kitchen. Mum looked up from the work she was doing at the table.

"You two all set?" she asked. We nodded. "Okay, all of you, out to the car."

Yes, we do have a car. Mum got one because she didn't want to apparate everywhere, so she begged Dad to buy one. Now its sort of easier to get places, because apparating might cause unwanted attention.

We drove to the theater in silence. I was kind of nervous, as Sam and I hadn't been on a date in a long time. Other than that, I was excited. Hopefully Dad wouldn't show up. Mum let us get out at the entrance.

"So what time should I pick you guys up?" she called out the window. I looked at Sam.

"Mum, could we, um, walk home?" I asked. "It isn't that far." It would only be a fifteen to twenty minute walk.

"Well, it'll be late when you get out. . . " Mum trailed off. "No."

"Mum, please!" I begged. "We'll be careful, I promise!"

"Fine," she said. "Use magic if you absolutely have to, though."

"Thanks, Mum!" I said excitedly. She drove off.

The movie was terrifying. It was about this poltergeist that lived in a place called Brody Hall. It attacked the whole family, killing the two youngest children. The middle child, Annaliese, was creepy. She acted like she was possessed at some points. I clung to Sam most of the movie. He kept whispering that we could leave, but I said no.

When we came out of the theater, it was raining. As we walked home, I was afraid that something was going to attack us. I held onto Sam's hand tightly.

"Your dad is gonna kill me!" he moaned and I looked at him.

"Why?" I asked.

"We went to a really scary movie and now your not going to sleep!" he moaned again. "Why?"

"He won't, I promise. It was my idea, remember?" I assured him. I pulled the hood of my jacket over my head so I wouldn't get even wetter. A rustle in the bushes made us stop.

"What was that?" I whispered, freaked out.

"I don't know," Sam whispered back. "I'm going to check."

"No!" I whispered loudly, but he ignored me. He started walking toward the bushes. "I love you!"

"I love you, too," he whispered back. He started poking around in the bushes. I held my wand tightly. To a Muggle, it would look like I was holding on to a stick.

"Emma!" he said, turning to look at me. I looked at him. "Come here, look!"

I ran over and stood by him. "What?"

"Its Morgan!" he said. He reached in the bushes and picked up a bundle. I realized it really was Morgan.

I took her from Sam's arms and cradled her. She looked dead, but I could see that she was breathing. I shivered. It was cold and raining. I hoped I wouldn't get sick.

We ran the rest of the way home. I was careful not to jar her too much. We barged inside, dripping wet. Mum and Dad were in the living room, watching TV. Yes, we had a lot of muggle items, considering Mum is a Muggleborn.

"Its Morgan!" I half-yelled excitedly. "Sam found her!"

Dad took her from me and ran a diagnostic spell designed for animals. He looked worried. Mum gave us some warm towels. I didn't notice Dad had left.

"Where's Dad?" I asked, looking around.

"He went downstairs, muttering about potions for the cat," Sam informed me. "I should go. Call me tomorrow, okay?"

I nodded and he left. Mum started steering me over to the stairs. She took me to my room and got my pajamas for me and left. I put them on and fell asleep, not bothering to pull the covers over me.


The next morning I felt awful and had a horrible headache I was really cold yet warm and was shivering. I started coughing as I walked into the kitchen. Mum looked at me worriedly and walked over to me to feel my forehead.

"Oh, sweetheart, you've got a fever," Mum said, summoning a fever reducer. I drank it, shuddering at its terrible taste.

"I feel awful," I moaned. "My head hurts a lot!"

"Here," Mum said, summoning a headache potion. I started coughing before I drank the potion. "Sorry, but Dad doesn't have any Coughing Solutions. . ."

"I'll live."

Dad walked into the room. He looked very tired and was still wearing his pajamas. He walked over to the counter and took a drink of Mum's coffee. She just looked at him and he shrugged. Then he turned to me.

"Em, Morgan is going to be alright. She's up and talking, so you can go see her. She's in the bathroom for right now. Don't stay too long, she needs her rest," Dad said tiredly. I nodded and started coughing.

"Thanks, Dad," I said after my coughing fit had passed.

"You sound terrible," Dad noticed. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just got sick from staying out when it was cold and rainy. My jacket wasn't the warmest," I assured him. "I'm fine."

He nodded and left the room.I headed to the bathroom to see Morgan. She looked alright, considering the state we had found her in.

"Hey," I said, sitting down next to the little bed she was lying on.

"Hello, Emma," she meowed. I petted her and she started purring.

"What happened to you?" I wondered.

"Well, I met another Dracan cat. His name is Merlin and we are mates now. He is why I left. I wasn't going to stay away forever, just for awhile," Morgan explained.

I sat there for awhile, petting her. We talked about small things, and I told her about what had happened while she was gone. She promised me that she would have me meet Merlin sometime. Matt stumbled into the room about a half hour after I had came in.

"Hey, Morgan. Dad told me that Sam and Emma found you," Matt greeted her sleepily. Morgan meowed a hello.

"Matt, did you just get up?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah, why?" he mumbled back, rubbing his eyes.

"Its ten in the morning!"

"So?" he answered, "I'm a growing teenage boy. I need my sleep."

"Dad actually let you sleep in?" I asked.

"Yup. He got up at nine thirty," he said. "Oh, and guess what!"

"What?" Morgan and I asked together.

"My birthday is soon!" he exclaimed. "I'm going to be fifteen!"

"When is it?" I asked. "I didn't know your birthday was soon."

"Its March 11," he told me.

"Cool!" I said. "Want anything?"

"Um, I don't really know. . .I've got a week to think," Matt replied.

We got up and went our separate ways. I called Sam and went over to his house. We went to a park and sat on the swings. We talked for a while, then we walked home. I shouldn't have done that, with my cough, but I didn't really care. I just wanted to spend time with my boyfriend. Young love, Dad once said. Did it go, young love doesn't last? Ours will, I hope.

AN: Well, I finally got a new chapter up! Yay! Thanks for all your amazing reviews, they've kept me going with this story.

Next chapter: Matt's birthday and the Snapes meet Merlin!

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