Post by nena on Mar 2, 2006 2:02:05 GMT -5
Chapter 13
When she had finished breakfast, Minerva had left the kitchen, and began to wander around the old house. The first place she went to of course was the door, which she soon found was in fact just decoration. She had heard that the only way into Slytherin Manor was by spell, one that only he and his descendants knew. She didn’t try to apparate, knowing that it was too dangerous. She then tried to summon her wand, but was unsuccessful. At this point she knew she had only been hoping that Tom had forgotten about her wand, something he would never do. She would consider herself lucky if it was still in one piece. She couldn’t find any windows that looked out, only sky lights, not bringing her any closer to knowing where she was.
She looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was nearly five o’clock, and silently cursed herself for waking up so late. She walked down the hall again, opening doors until she found the library. As she opened the door, the familiar smell of dust and mildew floated out towards her. She slowly stepped in, closing the door behind her and walking towards the nearest wall of books. The room was surprisingly warm, decorated in a variety of reds and browns. She strolled down the isles of books, not knowing which one to pick up first.
As she neared the second isle of books, on particular one caught her eye. It wasn’t like all the others with crumbling pages and faded covers, this one had a pristine binding of black leather, and gold lettering on the spine and cover. She gently pulled it out and read the title, barely containing the anxiety building up in her stomach.
'Minerva'
1955-Present
She slowly opened the book, only to see herself smiling back at her. She dropped into a nearby chair, and began to flip through the pages, of what seemed like a mix between a photo album and a reconnaissance report. She realized then that when she left Tom, he had begun to secretly watch her, taking pictures of her she didn’t even know existed. They started almost immediately after she left him, and continued, most of them showing her at Hogwarts. She looked at every page, until she made her way to the end, at which point she almost dropped the book.
Before her, lay more recent pictures, of things that had only happened a couple of weeks ago, the knowledge that he had been so close to her, made Minerva sick. There were pictures of Albus and her in the hospital wing, and then again together in the hallway. As she turned the page again, her throat began to tighten and her stomach sank. She was staring at pictures of her kissing Albus, and then pictures of Albus on top of her.
‘He knows’ she thought to herself, the anxiety in her stomach becoming painful.
“Of course I know.” boomed a deep voice from behind her, causing Minerva to jump, letting the book fall to the floor with a thud.
She swiveled around, coming face to face with Voldemort, who walked around her chair and casually picked up the book from the floor.
“Really, do you think I am stupid enough to believe that you and Dumbledore never had sex?” he asked, more taunting that questioning.
Minerva was lost for words; she still couldn’t believe he had a book full of pictures of her.
“I must admit, though,” he said with a thin smile, “I was quite surprised by the outcome of the whole thing. I had almost forgotten what the old man looked like 50 years ago.”
Minerva found her voice, “You, you followed me everywhere.” she said, fixing him with a hard stare.
He set the book down and walked closer towards her, making her lean back in her chair in order to keep eye contact.
“Yes, Minerva,” he said leaning forward to whisper in her ear, “I followed you everywhere, in every spare second of every day I have ever had.”
She found it increasingly hard to repress the overwhelming feelings of hate, anger, betrayal, violation, and hopelessness. She roughly pushed him away and sprang to her feet.
“I can’t believe that I ever married you!” she spat, “I hate you!”
Voldemort’s eyes flashed a brilliant crimson as he took a few steps towards Minerva.
“You should remember dear,” He said mockingly, “that in time we hate that which we often fear.”
She slowly backed away from him, but he just followed her, backing her up against the wall. As Minerva’s back hit the wall, she knew she was trapped and her heart beat began to rise; if there was one place she didn’t want to be right now it was in between a wall and Tom Riddle.
*I'm really sorry for the delay! I promise to be better with updating! I swear! Hope you liked it so far...