Post by tabbykit on Aug 4, 2007 10:40:46 GMT -5
Ok, I wrote this after I read Deathly Hallows, though it won't have any real spoilers for that until later in the story. Also, it does have spoilers, in an indirect way, for the end of HBP. It isn't finished yet, but I really wanted input from ADMM fans! Fictionalley is being a pain and not letting me put this on the cookie jars.....so I've been desparate to post it! Please let me know what you think, it could really go in either angst or drama...
Summary:
Minerva deals with her memories of Albus.....(Also a working summary)
Chapter 1 (Sort of)
The morning air was crisp and clean. The serene lake belied the battle that had taken place only two days before. A faint mist rolled over its surface toward land and lone figure made its way down the slope seemingly intent upon its purpose. The large imposing castle in the background had taken the brunt of the damage and much of it was still crumbling from the aftershocks. The lone figure, however, seemed not to care. Quick, but measured steps were taken toward its destination as if the figure was eager to reach it. Within ten feet of it however the thin figure stopped. Now faced with its destination it seemed as though it wanted to turn back, forget about whatever had brought it out there in the first place. After what seemed like an eternity however, it crept forward. The marble tomb rose before the figure like a silent sentinel. The morning sun broke through the clouds and bathed Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress of Hogwarts in its warm light. Standing before the tomb like a statue herself she stared at the man she had known for over half a century. Voldemort had not closed the tomb after his theft of the wand, it still remained open for all to see. Running her hand along the edge of the cold marble she contemplated the man within. Her eyes however, were glazed with memories, not seeing the corpse in front of her.
Stepping timidly off the train Minerva looked around her at the other first years. They were all scrambling to get to the front of a large queue that was heading away from the train. Falling to the back of the group she resolutely studied her feet as they moved forward, subsequently bumping into the kid in front of her and earning a sharp retort. “Why don’t you watch where you’re going pureblood? Or are the muggle born like myself to low to even be given common courtesies?”
“I—I’m s-sorry.” She stuttered. Moving off to the side she melted into the shadows near a couple of seedy looking girls.
So far her first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was not going well. Her mother hadn’t even seen her off at the train station, though her father had tried to make excuses as to why they could not wait with her, and she almost missed the train as no one would help her get her things onto it. Once on the train excitement at finally going to school took over, though not for long. Compartment after compartment was filled and when she finally found an empty one, another group of students asked her to leave, saying they all wanted to sit together. As she left the compartment she heard them whisper her name along with things like ‘Stuck up pureblood.’ And ‘I heard her mother disowned her own sister for associating with a Muggle born. I bet the daughter is just the same.’ Moving as far back into the train as possible Minerva found one last empty compartment and sank onto the bench tearfully. Now standing with the other first years and waiting to get on the boats Minerva wondered what else could happen to break the bright charm that Hogwarts had held over her all summer. Surprisingly she reached the other side of the lake without mishap, though the two girls in the boat with her glared at her the entire way.
Pushed toward the front roughly as the first years moved into the castle Minerva was first to get a glimpse of the entrance way. She stared at the large staircase in front of her. She was amazed that anything could be bigger than the staircase in the McGonagall Manor, yet here was physical proof passing right under her feet. The long climb up the stairs took her breath away. Staring sadly at her feet she felt ashamed at how out of breath she was. Her parents could not stand the fact that she could not keep up with other children. No matter what they tried with her, she was always short of breath, as though she were really a heavy set child underneath her tiny frame. Minerva’s eyes widened as she noticed another pair of shoes and the bottom of a set of robes move into view. Tilting her head to the side she wondered what kind of wizard would wear purple boots with moving stars and a matching set of robes, though of a brighter purple than the boots. Letting her eyes travel up the robes she craned her neck back to gaze into the eyes of the stranger. Blue eyes that rivaled the sky in the summer twinkled like the many stars that flitted across his robes. Mouth opening slightly in awe she took an involuntary step back as those eyes fixed themselves on her own dull green ones. Bumping once more into another kid she winced as she was prodded sharply in the back. “Watch what you are doing you snooty pureblood.” The kid snarled. The man in front of her glanced sharply at the angry child before affixing them once more on Minerva.
“I am sure she did not mean to bump into you my young friend. It could not possibly be her fault that she was pushed so far forward and had to step back to take in what I am sure is my considerable height.” He sighed wistfully. “Ah the perils of being an adult…..you get so very tall sometimes.” Clapping his hands together he took them all in with his bright eyes. “Now! As you may or may not know, I am the Deputy Headmaster Professor Dumbledore and you will shortly be sorted into one of the four houses, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or Slytherin. While you are hear, your House is like your family, and as such, good deeds will be rewarded with points, and misbehavior will result in the deduction of points. At the end of the year, the points are tallied up, and the house that has the most will be awarded the House Cup. Now, on to the sorting!”
A single tear dripped down the face of Minerva as she recalled the first time she had met Albus. She had been having such a horrible day, and when he appeared he was much like this morning was, calm, serene, bright, and hopeful. He was such a beacon of light to her that whenever she was not in his presence the world seemed to dim. Over the years she met many obstacles, not least of which was the fact that her family’s reputation frequently preceded her. Almost all the muggle born in the school refused to talk to her and tried their hardest to sit away from her. The pureblooded students made a show of worshipping the ground she walked on, though she knew they were just mocking her. It was true that her parents thought wizards should rule, and expressed their opinions vocally, but they were nothing like the Death Eaters. Cruelty towards Muggles was not tolerated either, though most thought the McGonagall family was behind many of the muggle disappearances. The condoning of muggle torture by the family did not seem to help their reputation strangely enough. No matter what they did, people found fault in it. The fact that many Goblins were close friends with the family did not help her reputation either. Minerva clearly remembered her father saying; “With all the accusations we get, we might as well have done these things!” Unfortunately, this was said in the presence of a reporter, and the next day the Prophet headlines read:
CONFIRMED! McGONAGALL REGRETS NOT TAKING PART IN MUGGLE DOMINATION!
Despite this blatant admission that the McGonagalls had not participated in any of the Muggle cruelty people jumped at the chance to pin something on them. Minerva closed her eyes as another memory overtook her.
So, Reviews? Please? ;D
~TabbyKit
Summary:
Minerva deals with her memories of Albus.....(Also a working summary)
Chapter 1 (Sort of)
The morning air was crisp and clean. The serene lake belied the battle that had taken place only two days before. A faint mist rolled over its surface toward land and lone figure made its way down the slope seemingly intent upon its purpose. The large imposing castle in the background had taken the brunt of the damage and much of it was still crumbling from the aftershocks. The lone figure, however, seemed not to care. Quick, but measured steps were taken toward its destination as if the figure was eager to reach it. Within ten feet of it however the thin figure stopped. Now faced with its destination it seemed as though it wanted to turn back, forget about whatever had brought it out there in the first place. After what seemed like an eternity however, it crept forward. The marble tomb rose before the figure like a silent sentinel. The morning sun broke through the clouds and bathed Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress of Hogwarts in its warm light. Standing before the tomb like a statue herself she stared at the man she had known for over half a century. Voldemort had not closed the tomb after his theft of the wand, it still remained open for all to see. Running her hand along the edge of the cold marble she contemplated the man within. Her eyes however, were glazed with memories, not seeing the corpse in front of her.
Stepping timidly off the train Minerva looked around her at the other first years. They were all scrambling to get to the front of a large queue that was heading away from the train. Falling to the back of the group she resolutely studied her feet as they moved forward, subsequently bumping into the kid in front of her and earning a sharp retort. “Why don’t you watch where you’re going pureblood? Or are the muggle born like myself to low to even be given common courtesies?”
“I—I’m s-sorry.” She stuttered. Moving off to the side she melted into the shadows near a couple of seedy looking girls.
So far her first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was not going well. Her mother hadn’t even seen her off at the train station, though her father had tried to make excuses as to why they could not wait with her, and she almost missed the train as no one would help her get her things onto it. Once on the train excitement at finally going to school took over, though not for long. Compartment after compartment was filled and when she finally found an empty one, another group of students asked her to leave, saying they all wanted to sit together. As she left the compartment she heard them whisper her name along with things like ‘Stuck up pureblood.’ And ‘I heard her mother disowned her own sister for associating with a Muggle born. I bet the daughter is just the same.’ Moving as far back into the train as possible Minerva found one last empty compartment and sank onto the bench tearfully. Now standing with the other first years and waiting to get on the boats Minerva wondered what else could happen to break the bright charm that Hogwarts had held over her all summer. Surprisingly she reached the other side of the lake without mishap, though the two girls in the boat with her glared at her the entire way.
Pushed toward the front roughly as the first years moved into the castle Minerva was first to get a glimpse of the entrance way. She stared at the large staircase in front of her. She was amazed that anything could be bigger than the staircase in the McGonagall Manor, yet here was physical proof passing right under her feet. The long climb up the stairs took her breath away. Staring sadly at her feet she felt ashamed at how out of breath she was. Her parents could not stand the fact that she could not keep up with other children. No matter what they tried with her, she was always short of breath, as though she were really a heavy set child underneath her tiny frame. Minerva’s eyes widened as she noticed another pair of shoes and the bottom of a set of robes move into view. Tilting her head to the side she wondered what kind of wizard would wear purple boots with moving stars and a matching set of robes, though of a brighter purple than the boots. Letting her eyes travel up the robes she craned her neck back to gaze into the eyes of the stranger. Blue eyes that rivaled the sky in the summer twinkled like the many stars that flitted across his robes. Mouth opening slightly in awe she took an involuntary step back as those eyes fixed themselves on her own dull green ones. Bumping once more into another kid she winced as she was prodded sharply in the back. “Watch what you are doing you snooty pureblood.” The kid snarled. The man in front of her glanced sharply at the angry child before affixing them once more on Minerva.
“I am sure she did not mean to bump into you my young friend. It could not possibly be her fault that she was pushed so far forward and had to step back to take in what I am sure is my considerable height.” He sighed wistfully. “Ah the perils of being an adult…..you get so very tall sometimes.” Clapping his hands together he took them all in with his bright eyes. “Now! As you may or may not know, I am the Deputy Headmaster Professor Dumbledore and you will shortly be sorted into one of the four houses, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or Slytherin. While you are hear, your House is like your family, and as such, good deeds will be rewarded with points, and misbehavior will result in the deduction of points. At the end of the year, the points are tallied up, and the house that has the most will be awarded the House Cup. Now, on to the sorting!”
A single tear dripped down the face of Minerva as she recalled the first time she had met Albus. She had been having such a horrible day, and when he appeared he was much like this morning was, calm, serene, bright, and hopeful. He was such a beacon of light to her that whenever she was not in his presence the world seemed to dim. Over the years she met many obstacles, not least of which was the fact that her family’s reputation frequently preceded her. Almost all the muggle born in the school refused to talk to her and tried their hardest to sit away from her. The pureblooded students made a show of worshipping the ground she walked on, though she knew they were just mocking her. It was true that her parents thought wizards should rule, and expressed their opinions vocally, but they were nothing like the Death Eaters. Cruelty towards Muggles was not tolerated either, though most thought the McGonagall family was behind many of the muggle disappearances. The condoning of muggle torture by the family did not seem to help their reputation strangely enough. No matter what they did, people found fault in it. The fact that many Goblins were close friends with the family did not help her reputation either. Minerva clearly remembered her father saying; “With all the accusations we get, we might as well have done these things!” Unfortunately, this was said in the presence of a reporter, and the next day the Prophet headlines read:
CONFIRMED! McGONAGALL REGRETS NOT TAKING PART IN MUGGLE DOMINATION!
Despite this blatant admission that the McGonagalls had not participated in any of the Muggle cruelty people jumped at the chance to pin something on them. Minerva closed her eyes as another memory overtook her.
So, Reviews? Please? ;D
~TabbyKit
I really liked it. Update soon!
