Post by Sola on May 16, 2005 13:09:14 GMT -5
Title:Shattered
Summary:Minerva McGonagall finds herself having multiple personalities. Where will that lead?
Rating:11+
A/N: Well, the idea for this came through a very mad and random MSN-convo with Mrs. Pointy-ears-and-crown-obsessed, which can only be described as: Schizophrenic! We where only joking around. I didn’t intend to REALY write this. Whatever…I only imagine it anyway.
Dedication:So *gasp*, again for the nearly-A.I. Please don’t try to really be one. You’re great the way you are!
1.Suspirium
She was staring down at the puddle of liquid on her desk. It was water. Clear, perfectly warm water. The woman knew that for sure, since she had transformed it herself out of a regular glass prism, of which a counterpart was stationed right beside the puddle.
She had accomplished the transformation flawlessly. Of course she had, Transfiguration teacher after all.
The raven-haired woman was still looking at the fascinating act of nature in front of her.
The sunlight from outside shone into the dark room through the big, old facet-windows, and it was hitting the prism square on one side. On the opposite side, rays of coloured light came out. She could make out violet, blue, green, yellow, orange and red. Some of those rays of light hit the diffused water surface of the puddle. There they reflected into different directions and faded into the shadows.
In the end, no coloured ray did ever come near another again.
They all started out as one beam of white light. That beam was broken into different angles in the prism, was reflected on the water- it was splintered into different colours and directions.
If you look at every single ray after the reflection, you might not see any likeness at all. But knowing their origin, their similarities were so obvious.
How could something as static and pure as the sunlight get so divided and…shattered?
“HEY!”
The sudden raise of the noise level in her class brought Minerva McGonagall back to the present.
She looked up from her desk and was greeted by the sight of an obviously very wet Hermione Granger.
With a quick scanning glance at the entire room, she took in the situation.
Harry Potter had jumped out of his seat to avoid getting soaked too, while it seemed that Ron Weasley hadn’t acted fast enough.
With a sigh, she realized that someone had taken advantage of her distraction for a prank.
Hermione must have been hit by her own water, since everyone else still had the prism in more or less solid form on the table.
The smirk on Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott’s faces were evidence enough for the observing Head of Gryffindor House to locate the origin of that prank. Minerva sighed. Draco Malfoy- of course.
Why does the boy always need to show his animosity? I surely don’t show him mine.
“Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Nott, what is the meaning of this?” Her voice cut briskly through the snickers of the Slytherins and the indignation of the Gryffindors. Immediately everyone became quiet.
“Uhmm, Professor, we didn’t…” She cut Draco off. “Nonsense! You two will stay after class and clean the mess you produced, as well as the mess any other student might make during the Transfiguration. Furthermore you will each lose 5 House Points.”
Minerva nearly added that she would also talk to their Head of House- yet with a sigh she realized, with the same intake of breath, that those actions would be useless anyway. Every accusation on her part would be met by the deaf ears of Severus Snape.
Yes, in these sorts of matters, she had to take things into her own hands.
Though she could not say she had to argue with the incorrigibly biased Potions Professor about bad behaviour during her classes very often, since she herself managed to get enough respect- or rather; fear- from the Slytherins on her own.
And yet it was true that she had to approach the situation to back up other Professors frequently. But if Minerva was honest, she already had given up on getting equally fair treatment for all students from him.
So, sighing, she dealt with their punishment herself.
With a swish of her wand, Minerva dried Hermione, Ron and everyone surrounding them who’d got hit, but she was careful to leave the water on the floor.
The situation settled back down quickly, since the Gryffindors were happy with the revenge or simply smart enough not to react otherwise.
Sighing, though, she noticed that only Harry Potter didn’t sit down on his place again. He was eyeing Draco Malfoy angrily.
Oh, boy, don’t be stupid!
Before Harry had the chance to choose his actions, or rather which hex to use, Minerva stepped between him and his rival. “Sit back down and go back to work, all of you!” She shot Harry a clearly warning look. This time he probably got the hint and went back to his jelly prism. But she recognised that he didn’t concentrate on his task, instead he was starring at the desk intensely, as if he hoped it would turn into a huge lion and smash his enemy under it. Minerva sighed.
One day his temper will get the boy in trouble!
Minerva had to admit that she was rather fond of Harry Potter. Sure, everyone saw him as a hero, everyone respected him- but she was fond of him. While of course always being careful to give him no special treatment. She didn’t like the way those ‘fans’ treated him- and a long time ago, Minerva had realized that he didn’t like it at all, either. All the staring, giggling and handshaking made him nervous. The boy wanted to be treated like everyone else- judged by his actions. And, because of her fondness or fairness, that was what she had promised herself to do. But through Professor McGonagall’s stern façade towards him, like towards every other student, she did want, desperately, to make his life better- also if it was only through equally fair treatment during her classes.
All the time she hoped no-one would see her sentimental attitude towards him-but of course Albus Dumbledore must have recognized it. From time to time he teased her about how really overly-emotional she was with Harry Potter.
And she knew he was right.
Observing the angry student in front of her, she was reminded once more of how much he really was like his parents. While he looked distinctively like his father from a distance, he had all the soft features of his mother’s, as well as her fiery temper, which wasn’t any more harmless than that famous one of her own.
Pity wasn’t one of her regular character traits, but she so wished things would have run different.
I’m surely not the only one.
Professor McGonagall stepped back to her place in front of the class to oversee the progress everyone had made so far. Only a few of the students managed to turn the glass object fully into liquid by the end of class. And even if some did, it was clearly not water. The worst must have probably been Neville Longbottom- his prism didn’t turn into any liquid whatsoever, or just softer- he actually seemed to have managed to turn it into a diamond-prism, which was highly advanced magic, and a whole lot harder than turning it into water, but, frankly, it was not his assignment. Sighing, she asked herself if the clumsy Gryffindor would ever be able to get hold of any OWL, let alone NEWT, during his entire school career.
As the bell marked the lunch break, Minerva spoke up to inform everyone of their homework and to remember Malfoy and Nott of their task.
While students filed out into the corridor, she turned around to clean the blackboard.
A mere second later she heard the loud noise of fighting students. Minerva didn’t need to turn around to know who had started the riot.
“Potter! Malfoy! Stop that at once!” She sighed. Of course none of them listened.
Stepping between the enraged teens, she tried to end the showdown- or merely tried to make them choose another time and place.
Summary:Minerva McGonagall finds herself having multiple personalities. Where will that lead?
Rating:11+
A/N: Well, the idea for this came through a very mad and random MSN-convo with Mrs. Pointy-ears-and-crown-obsessed, which can only be described as: Schizophrenic! We where only joking around. I didn’t intend to REALY write this. Whatever…I only imagine it anyway.
Dedication:So *gasp*, again for the nearly-A.I. Please don’t try to really be one. You’re great the way you are!
Shattered
1.Suspirium
She was staring down at the puddle of liquid on her desk. It was water. Clear, perfectly warm water. The woman knew that for sure, since she had transformed it herself out of a regular glass prism, of which a counterpart was stationed right beside the puddle.
She had accomplished the transformation flawlessly. Of course she had, Transfiguration teacher after all.
The raven-haired woman was still looking at the fascinating act of nature in front of her.
The sunlight from outside shone into the dark room through the big, old facet-windows, and it was hitting the prism square on one side. On the opposite side, rays of coloured light came out. She could make out violet, blue, green, yellow, orange and red. Some of those rays of light hit the diffused water surface of the puddle. There they reflected into different directions and faded into the shadows.
In the end, no coloured ray did ever come near another again.
They all started out as one beam of white light. That beam was broken into different angles in the prism, was reflected on the water- it was splintered into different colours and directions.
If you look at every single ray after the reflection, you might not see any likeness at all. But knowing their origin, their similarities were so obvious.
How could something as static and pure as the sunlight get so divided and…shattered?
“HEY!”
The sudden raise of the noise level in her class brought Minerva McGonagall back to the present.
She looked up from her desk and was greeted by the sight of an obviously very wet Hermione Granger.
With a quick scanning glance at the entire room, she took in the situation.
Harry Potter had jumped out of his seat to avoid getting soaked too, while it seemed that Ron Weasley hadn’t acted fast enough.
With a sigh, she realized that someone had taken advantage of her distraction for a prank.
Hermione must have been hit by her own water, since everyone else still had the prism in more or less solid form on the table.
The smirk on Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott’s faces were evidence enough for the observing Head of Gryffindor House to locate the origin of that prank. Minerva sighed. Draco Malfoy- of course.
Why does the boy always need to show his animosity? I surely don’t show him mine.
“Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Nott, what is the meaning of this?” Her voice cut briskly through the snickers of the Slytherins and the indignation of the Gryffindors. Immediately everyone became quiet.
“Uhmm, Professor, we didn’t…” She cut Draco off. “Nonsense! You two will stay after class and clean the mess you produced, as well as the mess any other student might make during the Transfiguration. Furthermore you will each lose 5 House Points.”
Minerva nearly added that she would also talk to their Head of House- yet with a sigh she realized, with the same intake of breath, that those actions would be useless anyway. Every accusation on her part would be met by the deaf ears of Severus Snape.
Yes, in these sorts of matters, she had to take things into her own hands.
Though she could not say she had to argue with the incorrigibly biased Potions Professor about bad behaviour during her classes very often, since she herself managed to get enough respect- or rather; fear- from the Slytherins on her own.
And yet it was true that she had to approach the situation to back up other Professors frequently. But if Minerva was honest, she already had given up on getting equally fair treatment for all students from him.
So, sighing, she dealt with their punishment herself.
With a swish of her wand, Minerva dried Hermione, Ron and everyone surrounding them who’d got hit, but she was careful to leave the water on the floor.
The situation settled back down quickly, since the Gryffindors were happy with the revenge or simply smart enough not to react otherwise.
Sighing, though, she noticed that only Harry Potter didn’t sit down on his place again. He was eyeing Draco Malfoy angrily.
Oh, boy, don’t be stupid!
Before Harry had the chance to choose his actions, or rather which hex to use, Minerva stepped between him and his rival. “Sit back down and go back to work, all of you!” She shot Harry a clearly warning look. This time he probably got the hint and went back to his jelly prism. But she recognised that he didn’t concentrate on his task, instead he was starring at the desk intensely, as if he hoped it would turn into a huge lion and smash his enemy under it. Minerva sighed.
One day his temper will get the boy in trouble!
Minerva had to admit that she was rather fond of Harry Potter. Sure, everyone saw him as a hero, everyone respected him- but she was fond of him. While of course always being careful to give him no special treatment. She didn’t like the way those ‘fans’ treated him- and a long time ago, Minerva had realized that he didn’t like it at all, either. All the staring, giggling and handshaking made him nervous. The boy wanted to be treated like everyone else- judged by his actions. And, because of her fondness or fairness, that was what she had promised herself to do. But through Professor McGonagall’s stern façade towards him, like towards every other student, she did want, desperately, to make his life better- also if it was only through equally fair treatment during her classes.
All the time she hoped no-one would see her sentimental attitude towards him-but of course Albus Dumbledore must have recognized it. From time to time he teased her about how really overly-emotional she was with Harry Potter.
And she knew he was right.
Observing the angry student in front of her, she was reminded once more of how much he really was like his parents. While he looked distinctively like his father from a distance, he had all the soft features of his mother’s, as well as her fiery temper, which wasn’t any more harmless than that famous one of her own.
Pity wasn’t one of her regular character traits, but she so wished things would have run different.
I’m surely not the only one.
Professor McGonagall stepped back to her place in front of the class to oversee the progress everyone had made so far. Only a few of the students managed to turn the glass object fully into liquid by the end of class. And even if some did, it was clearly not water. The worst must have probably been Neville Longbottom- his prism didn’t turn into any liquid whatsoever, or just softer- he actually seemed to have managed to turn it into a diamond-prism, which was highly advanced magic, and a whole lot harder than turning it into water, but, frankly, it was not his assignment. Sighing, she asked herself if the clumsy Gryffindor would ever be able to get hold of any OWL, let alone NEWT, during his entire school career.
As the bell marked the lunch break, Minerva spoke up to inform everyone of their homework and to remember Malfoy and Nott of their task.
While students filed out into the corridor, she turned around to clean the blackboard.
A mere second later she heard the loud noise of fighting students. Minerva didn’t need to turn around to know who had started the riot.
“Potter! Malfoy! Stop that at once!” She sighed. Of course none of them listened.
Stepping between the enraged teens, she tried to end the showdown- or merely tried to make them choose another time and place.
to be continued...
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) can't wait for more. Great Fic 
