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Post by Desdemona on May 5, 2008 14:26:39 GMT -5
Hey I'm feelin a bit depressed so i thought i'd write sumthin a bit sad  disclaimer: I own nuffin poo to JKR for not letting me write her book. ~~~~~~ Song is 9 crimes by Damien Rice ~~~~~~~# 9 Crimes Minerva McGonagall sat in her office, her fist pressed to her fore head. Tears streamed down her cheeks making tracks and smudging the ink of some fifth year papers she was grading.She hardly noticed. She moved to stand up but could not for the pain in her heart. When she finally managed to pull herself up, granted with the help of a nearby chair, and looked out the window the sight that met her eyes still made her gasp for breath. Even though it had been a week with it's presence burdening the misty grounds. Her blood shot eyes still filled with tears. "Stop it Minerva" she whispered to herself attempting to wipe her tears away. leave me out at the waste,
this is not what i do,
it's the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you,The mist swirled like some sort of evil smog around the castle it was as if even the castle itself mourned for the loss of it's headmaster.She swore she still could hear him, his slight chuckle, or the echoing syllables of one of his start of term speeches it was as if he lived inside the walls but could not get out. Minerva knew she should not be crying rather continuing her duties .It was over he had gone and she was expected to fill his shoes and carry on like it had never even happened. What the public didn't know was she had lost more than an employer, more than a best friend but a husband as well. It's the wrong time,
for somebody new,
it's a small crime,
and i got no excuse~TBC~ plz let me know what you think so far  |
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Post by tabbyminerva on May 5, 2008 15:10:49 GMT -5
My, my. You were depressed. Hope you feel better. Great fic. Plz continue. |
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Post by Desdemona on May 6, 2008 11:08:26 GMT -5
OK let's go I'm not so depressed now ,so poo. mwpherf.... OK this is sad when I'm depressed i wish i wasn't and when I'm not i wish i was. weird.  anyway moving swiftly on, ~~~~~~~ 9 Crimes(continued)At that moment as her heart beat with deadly solemness. A whisper of his name echoed in her ear causing her to jump up and look around frantically for the source. "peeves " she more questioned the air than shouted. Nothing answered. It was as if he spoke to her telling her to be strong but she couldn't .She wondered if he was watching her from somewhere, secretly hiding. Or maybe he was somewhere beyond, where she could not reach him any more. Anyway it did not matter all she knew was that he would never again hold her in his arms and she would never again hear his slow and steady breath on the pillow. No more. Is that all right yea,
Give my gone away now it's loaded,
That all right, yea,
If you don't shoot it how you supposed to hold it,
that all right yea give my gone away when it's loaded,
That all right yea with you.The light was fading but she decided to go for a walk. She fumbled with a shawl for a time but eventually decided on a red tartan laced coat. She was never usually this clumsy it was beginning to take affect on her ,this lack of sleep. She stumbled through her classes only doing the bare minimum, which was not like her at all and the students were starting to notice the lack of homework she had given .As she finally made her way through the old oaken front doors and pulled the Gryffindor scarf up closer to her neck dabbing at her eyes with the hem. A hand caught her shoulder, she spun round preparing to tell the person to leave . There was no-one there. She shook her head a few times and walked a Little more quickly than before. It felt as if he was cheating on her, leaving her this soon they had made plans to retire, live in a little cottage for the remainder of their lives. She could still remember the way he had described it ,making it sound so wonderful . "and there will be roses round the door"she heard a whisper. Was it in her head? Leave me out with the waste,
This is not what i do,
It's the wrong kind of place to be cheating on you,
It's the wrong time she's pulling me through,
It's a small crime and i got no excuse,Maybe she was, but no surely not .Not the great unflappable Professor McGonagall . "It's not true ,it's not true" she said with clenched teeth marching along oblivious to the fact her tears were freezing on her cheeks. Her words were repeated back to her. She put her hands up to her head "Stop it!" she shouted in anger and ran a few yards trying to get away from the thing inside her head. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of the lake and memories flooded back to her. Warm summer days , long walks hand in hand and she pushing him in and hearing them both laugh. So perfect. Gone. "Don't dwell on the past Minerva" a voice said, or perhaps it was merely the wind in the trees. Perhaps, but she did not think so. Is that all right yea,
Give my gone away when it's loaded,
is that all right yea,
you don't shoot it how my supposed to hold it
that all right yea,
give my gone away when it's loaded yea,
is that all right that all right with you.
(x 2)Her breathing was becoming heavier. And now she ran , ran to get away from the pain and suffering, ran away from her own mind. Again she felt the hand on her shoulder "Ahh go away you are not my husband!" she screamed now well into the forbidden forest. "Minerva..." the wind whispered "leave me ALONE!" she cried now falling against a tree and slumping to the ground, crying "i hate you!!" she said loudly and crows scattered from the trees overhead. Her head in her hands she began rocking back and forth. She sprang to her feet suddenly and began running at full speed she did not know where she was going or what she would do when she got there, just kept on running . Crying the tears blurred her eyes, and she had become slightly disoriented turning this way and that and seeing nothing but trees. Heart beat .Sweat dripped .Breathing shallow. Head pounding. Run. Hide from voice .Somewhere,anywhere. Not here .Not now.Trees. Heart slowing .Chest burning. Pain.Birds craw. Bang.Head hurting. Blood.then stop. "Albus..." she whispered They found her the next morning still curled up under the same tree. They were together again. FIN ~~~ OMG was that depressing or what i feel the need for some happy tablets ;D (constructive criticism is alway welcomed into the bosom of life, so go ahead) sorry just me beink me...again  you see in like the 3 paragraph thing i nearly wrote "the great inflatable professor McGonagall" ;D  |
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Post by Desdemona on May 6, 2008 11:50:32 GMT -5
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Post by tabbyminerva on May 7, 2008 20:21:59 GMT -5
This is really good!! Poor Minerva  I hope she'll be ok! Is there more? |
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Post by jkamd18 on May 8, 2008 10:27:20 GMT -5
Cool fic !
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Post by harmonydumbledore on May 9, 2008 10:10:59 GMT -5
Man that was sad. BUt at least they are together again.
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Post by jkamd18 on Sept 18, 2008 15:34:52 GMT -5
You do kane that Min is dead in this fic don't you! I din't understand it ethier until desde told me at skl!
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Post by jkamd18 on Nov 8, 2008 13:53:40 GMT -5
You killed min how dare you
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Post by jkamd18 on Nov 8, 2008 13:54:35 GMT -5
Why are you never on any mare
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Post by Desdemona on Jan 4, 2009 16:38:55 GMT -5
;D 8-)because i do not feel sexually attracted to horses...
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Post by aptasi on Jan 15, 2009 9:55:13 GMT -5
This is so sad, but in a great way.
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Post by jkamd18 on Jan 16, 2009 10:22:19 GMT -5
@desde ok that santa run was fun
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Post by mercifulheavens on Jan 16, 2009 23:55:19 GMT -5
Lovely story... good angst is so enjoyable to read.
mercifulheavens
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Post by Desdemona on Jan 29, 2009 17:03:32 GMT -5
aww ta, and i feel like such a fool for writing this, i must have been verrrrrry upset about something, Can't remeber what, ah well no matter ;D
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Post by mercifulheavens on Feb 4, 2009 5:05:50 GMT -5
No need to feel foolish... it was a lovely story!
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Post by mmadfabulous on May 28, 2010 3:45:08 GMT -5
this is so cool you have good visuals:)
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Post by minnie313 on Jun 1, 2010 6:50:06 GMT -5
't was sad... but great!! ;D
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I hope she'll be ok! Is there more?
