Post by prodigyviolin101 on Jun 19, 2006 16:01:48 GMT -5
Title: Minerva Teaches in America
Summary: Minerva McGonnagall is sent to teach in America specifically Rogester, New York at a Muggle school by Albus Dumbledor because he feels she is in danger of being attacked by Voldemort if she stays at Hogwarts. She faces a rocky beginning, and and even rougher teaching year. Can she survive without using her magic? And when will Albus send for her to return? She faces the daunting task of teaching while battling an illness and memories of her earlier life come back to her as she is in a world foreign to her and half way across the world.
Rating Suggested 13+ (subject to change) readers will be notified in this event. For brief violience and tense situations.
Disclaimer: No characters from the Harry Potter series belong to me. All are attributed to the great J.K. Rowling. Thank you!
Chapter 1 Coming to America:
Rain pelted the windows of the already deteriorating yellow taxi cab, its occupant praying the flimsy glass paneling would not give way before her destination was reached. Leaning her head against the cool, slightly damp window Minerva McGonagall questioned the existence of the reality that was now set before her. She somehow thought she could convince herself that all the events that had happened in the course of a few days were a mere dream.
Just last week she had still been teaching at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in her native England, but now found herself in a poor excuse of an enclosed moving container the Americans obviously called a “taxi cab” on her way to teach at a university in Rochester New York! “Well I’m certainly not in England anymore” Minerva thought grimly to herself as the cab sped past clusters of unfamiliar, important looking office buildings, the glass of the towering buildings casting a blue tint against the clear windows of the dwindling vehicle. The foreign sights and sounds caused Minerva to feel quite alone, and vulnerable; two emotions she had not experienced since meeting and marrying her husband Albus Dumbledore. “How could he have thought that I would be safer all the way in America, away from him, away from the staff and my real students? I should be at that school helping him defend it and the people I care about. The people there are all that I have left. I refuse to let Voldemort harm anyone else close to me! ”she thought to herself, vowing to return as soon as possible. Using the handkerchief that Albus had given her she wiped away the tears that had escaped her. She must not let her emotions show she told herself, emotion is a weakness that she cannot afford to have anyone acknowledge. “I’ve let my emotions interfere one two many times and look where it’s bloody gotten me now!” this statement she suddenly realized she had voiced aloud. The driver looked back at her for a moment as if she were insane. “And maybe I am” she whispered sadly, talking to one’s self is never a good sign.
Suddenly the cab screeched to a halt jolting Minerva out of the dream-like state she had assumed and launched her against the window that had been opposite her seconds before. “Brilliant!” she shouted aloud. Apparently the cab hadn’t been inspected for quite some time as she was now looking at two separate ends of the “safety belt”, which served as her only protection against the madness of the driver. “At least I can drive properly” she muttered begrudgingly to herself secretly hoping that the driver had heard her.
Minerva looked quizzically about trying to identify what had initiated the sudden stop. Her eyes came to rest upon much activity outside what she assumed to be one of the local banks due to several ATM machines behind a sign with the name of the building on it, funny, it even sounded like a fitting name for a bank. She first took note of the building itself. The building was tall and had four white marble pillars supporting the main structure. At least twelve steps led up to it adding to its already majestic appearance. Though it was plain in color the sandy beige of marble, the building was elaborately engraved with images Minerva could not quite make our even with the aid of her spectacles. Now she averted her gaze on to what was more important, the commotion. Several police cars were parked outside, at least two of them with the engines still running. Minerva could see police officers sprinting into the building skipping as many as four steps at a time; obviously something was wrong. As if to confirm her suspicion gun shots began to be fired. Instinctively Minerva drew her wand into her left hand. The cab was wedged between cars both in front and behind. There was no way to maneuver the car from directly in front of the commotion unless she cast a levitating charm, and casting anything amongst Muggles she reminded herself was strictly as a last resort. The taxi driver was getting extremely nervous as well, and locked the doors of the cab, a smart maneuver in the event that someone would try to abduct the car, but also a disadvantage if they needed to make an instant escape. Minerva tried to coax her brain back to logic, but it was mottled with fear and panic. Taking a deep breath she regained her composure and tried to devise a plan in the event one was needed. Looking back to the commotion she tried to see what was happening, but another police car, this time a large van had pulled directly in the middle of the steps and more men were charging out of it obscuring her view of the scene. The van had the letters S.W.A.T. painted on the side facing Minerva. She had heard of this special officer force on several occasions but could not recall what the abbreviation stood for. She did know though that whatever event called for so many officers at one time could never lead to anything good. She reached for her green and gold plated broach with her free right hand, and braced herself for whatever happened next.
Suddenly a man in pure black raced out of the building and around the white van charging straight into the taxi. The impact against the window caused the glass to shatter. Remaining calm Minerva looked squarely at the man, while brushing off shards of glass from her black shirt and ankle length skirt. The nameless assailant was tall, and appeared to be quite thin. His face, except for his eyes and nose was covered with a mask that accentuated his high cheek bones, making him look quite sinister. What Minerva noted most about him though were his perfectly crystal blue eyes. She had heard of contacts that could change a person’s eye color, but something inside told her that they were genuine. She realized with a shock that they were exactly like Albus’. On his head he wore a black scull cap, but a lock of slightly curly brunette hair escaped it. Then she noted that held some sort of Muggle device in his hand that Minerva then realized, with a surge of panic, was a gun. He looked straight at her with a stare as cold as ice, and Minerva found herself at gunpoint.
Summary: Minerva McGonnagall is sent to teach in America specifically Rogester, New York at a Muggle school by Albus Dumbledor because he feels she is in danger of being attacked by Voldemort if she stays at Hogwarts. She faces a rocky beginning, and and even rougher teaching year. Can she survive without using her magic? And when will Albus send for her to return? She faces the daunting task of teaching while battling an illness and memories of her earlier life come back to her as she is in a world foreign to her and half way across the world.
Rating Suggested 13+ (subject to change) readers will be notified in this event. For brief violience and tense situations.
Disclaimer: No characters from the Harry Potter series belong to me. All are attributed to the great J.K. Rowling. Thank you!
Chapter 1 Coming to America:
Rain pelted the windows of the already deteriorating yellow taxi cab, its occupant praying the flimsy glass paneling would not give way before her destination was reached. Leaning her head against the cool, slightly damp window Minerva McGonagall questioned the existence of the reality that was now set before her. She somehow thought she could convince herself that all the events that had happened in the course of a few days were a mere dream.
Just last week she had still been teaching at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in her native England, but now found herself in a poor excuse of an enclosed moving container the Americans obviously called a “taxi cab” on her way to teach at a university in Rochester New York! “Well I’m certainly not in England anymore” Minerva thought grimly to herself as the cab sped past clusters of unfamiliar, important looking office buildings, the glass of the towering buildings casting a blue tint against the clear windows of the dwindling vehicle. The foreign sights and sounds caused Minerva to feel quite alone, and vulnerable; two emotions she had not experienced since meeting and marrying her husband Albus Dumbledore. “How could he have thought that I would be safer all the way in America, away from him, away from the staff and my real students? I should be at that school helping him defend it and the people I care about. The people there are all that I have left. I refuse to let Voldemort harm anyone else close to me! ”she thought to herself, vowing to return as soon as possible. Using the handkerchief that Albus had given her she wiped away the tears that had escaped her. She must not let her emotions show she told herself, emotion is a weakness that she cannot afford to have anyone acknowledge. “I’ve let my emotions interfere one two many times and look where it’s bloody gotten me now!” this statement she suddenly realized she had voiced aloud. The driver looked back at her for a moment as if she were insane. “And maybe I am” she whispered sadly, talking to one’s self is never a good sign.
Suddenly the cab screeched to a halt jolting Minerva out of the dream-like state she had assumed and launched her against the window that had been opposite her seconds before. “Brilliant!” she shouted aloud. Apparently the cab hadn’t been inspected for quite some time as she was now looking at two separate ends of the “safety belt”, which served as her only protection against the madness of the driver. “At least I can drive properly” she muttered begrudgingly to herself secretly hoping that the driver had heard her.
Minerva looked quizzically about trying to identify what had initiated the sudden stop. Her eyes came to rest upon much activity outside what she assumed to be one of the local banks due to several ATM machines behind a sign with the name of the building on it, funny, it even sounded like a fitting name for a bank. She first took note of the building itself. The building was tall and had four white marble pillars supporting the main structure. At least twelve steps led up to it adding to its already majestic appearance. Though it was plain in color the sandy beige of marble, the building was elaborately engraved with images Minerva could not quite make our even with the aid of her spectacles. Now she averted her gaze on to what was more important, the commotion. Several police cars were parked outside, at least two of them with the engines still running. Minerva could see police officers sprinting into the building skipping as many as four steps at a time; obviously something was wrong. As if to confirm her suspicion gun shots began to be fired. Instinctively Minerva drew her wand into her left hand. The cab was wedged between cars both in front and behind. There was no way to maneuver the car from directly in front of the commotion unless she cast a levitating charm, and casting anything amongst Muggles she reminded herself was strictly as a last resort. The taxi driver was getting extremely nervous as well, and locked the doors of the cab, a smart maneuver in the event that someone would try to abduct the car, but also a disadvantage if they needed to make an instant escape. Minerva tried to coax her brain back to logic, but it was mottled with fear and panic. Taking a deep breath she regained her composure and tried to devise a plan in the event one was needed. Looking back to the commotion she tried to see what was happening, but another police car, this time a large van had pulled directly in the middle of the steps and more men were charging out of it obscuring her view of the scene. The van had the letters S.W.A.T. painted on the side facing Minerva. She had heard of this special officer force on several occasions but could not recall what the abbreviation stood for. She did know though that whatever event called for so many officers at one time could never lead to anything good. She reached for her green and gold plated broach with her free right hand, and braced herself for whatever happened next.
Suddenly a man in pure black raced out of the building and around the white van charging straight into the taxi. The impact against the window caused the glass to shatter. Remaining calm Minerva looked squarely at the man, while brushing off shards of glass from her black shirt and ankle length skirt. The nameless assailant was tall, and appeared to be quite thin. His face, except for his eyes and nose was covered with a mask that accentuated his high cheek bones, making him look quite sinister. What Minerva noted most about him though were his perfectly crystal blue eyes. She had heard of contacts that could change a person’s eye color, but something inside told her that they were genuine. She realized with a shock that they were exactly like Albus’. On his head he wore a black scull cap, but a lock of slightly curly brunette hair escaped it. Then she noted that held some sort of Muggle device in his hand that Minerva then realized, with a surge of panic, was a gun. He looked straight at her with a stare as cold as ice, and Minerva found herself at gunpoint.
Magic woman use magic. Are you a witch or not.? This would diffenly be as a last resort. A good start. Must have more.
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!! Ah, I hope you update VERY soon!! I can't wait for more on your take of this very original idea!!!!
) Wonderfully written, I'm looking forward to the next chapter! 
