When The Leaves Change

[Sensiblyquirky]

Chapter Six:
A/N: I hope everyone had an enjoyable holiday season!

My attempted reconciliation with Father proved fruitless. He was characteristically resistant, and I characteristically bent on obtaining my goal.

“Minerva, perhaps you should return to the Manor. It seems you lack the fortitude for long illnesses,” Father spat one day as I attempted to talk about my childhood, “One turn for the worse, and you start blubbering; further if you so much as mention that piano I will have Adonis sell it.”

“So the rift between us pleases you?” I pressed forward.

“What in the hell is this rift you keep harping on? We have always been this way.”

I watched as Father fidgeted in his bed, his hands clenched tightly into fists, and decided to give up. I did not wish to make his condition worse after all, and I rationalized I could live without hearing an `I'm sorry' or even an `I love you;' having lived so long without hearing either.

Moments passed in silence before Father started to laugh. Looking up from my lap, where an old book lay, I thought he had finally lost all sense of rationality.

“Some Gryffindor you are. Where's your useless sense of courage and bravery?”

I was bewildered at the menacing tone in his voice, but answered nonetheless: “You were upset-”

“Bullshit, you are a coward. I never believed all those stories about you from the war. I knew that fearless woman couldn't be my daughter: not the weak, pathetic, piano absorbed child of mine. You've managed to fool everyone else, but not me.”

“I have attempted to fool no one,” I defended.

“What about in that Café in France?” He smiled smugly as my eyes widened in shock. “Oh yes, I heard about how you slept with any man you saw.”

“That isn't true,” I screamed jumping out of my chair, the book falling to the floor with a loud thud, “It was a ploy. I never slept with any of them. I tricked them into giving me information on Grindelwald and his location.”

“You did a whore's job. Is that what you are doing to Albus? Are you his whore or are you just pretending?”

“I am no man's whore, and nor am I the dirt beneath your feet. I contributed to the effort while you and Adonis stayed out of danger. I risked my life, and brought honor to Gryffindor house.”

“You are a mere harlot with no goals in life. I told your mother not to waste time on you; Adonis was all we needed.”

The anger and the hurt collided into a rage of emotions as I stared at my Father, smugly nestled between the sheets of his bed. It was too much, the weight of his words, and I yearned to hurt him as he had me.

“I would rather be known as Albus Dumbledore's whore than as your daughter.” I could not spend one more minute in his presence, so I fled from the room and his chambers all together. I practically ran to my chambers as tears clouded my vision causing me to bump into several individuals, one of which was Professor Dumbledore.

Grabbing my arm Dumbledore escorted me into my chambers; however I paid him no mind as I tore from his grip and walked toward my piano. Quickly I searched for sheet music I rarely played in a desperate need to strike the keys fiercely.

Father's words rang through my mind as I followed the notes on the page: the scene in his chambers repeating itself in amazing clarity. I could no longer see the keys as tears of frustration filled my eyes and fell down my cheeks. I vaguely noted that the Professor was still in the room, but his presence was not truly felt until he was upon me. Strong hands clasped mine in an effort to still movement, and pulled them from the piano.

“Rachmaninov does not suit you.”

My body strained to reach the keys to finish the piece, but his hands were firm. “I must finish,” I replied in the strongest voice I could, “It is of the utmost importance.”

“I've seen you play, and you remove yourself from your surroundings. Do not let him ruin your ability to do that.”

The most annoying aspect of Dumbledore's person was the way in which he pinpointed the real problem immediately. However I continued heedlessly, “Only you are interrupting me, and no one else. Now let me finish.”

“What were you planning to do? The transfiguration is very good, but with every pound of the keys it falls apart. Would you have played again once the piano disintegrated at your touch? Is that what you want?”

The professor moved his hands from mine to my upper arms, and I extended a hand toward the piano. Rather than play I caressed it gently as a `no' escaped from my lips. My father had come close to destroying that which I treasured most; I did not know then how I would adequately thank Dumbledore. Professor Dumbledore was kind by not forcing me to turn around; he continued to hold my arms and press against my back but he allowed me to cry without direct gaze on my face. I was not ready for him to fully see me cry.

When I had gained control once more I withdrew my handkerchief in an attempt to clean my face, and then turned toward the man behind me. “Do you have a class,” I inquired ashamed I had taken the Professor from his duties.

“They'll wait awhile longer. Minerva, will you be alright until I can return?”

“That's the first time you've said my name,” I whispered amazed at the way it sounded coming from his mouth.

Gentle fingers lifted my chin so blue eyes could stare into my green ones: “It won't be the last.”

“Good,” I paused before continuing thinking that to say his name now would be anti-climatic, yet I knew he expected it. “I think I'll be alright. You had best get to your class, Albus.” When he grinned down on me I felt my face flush.

Not long after Albus left Minky arrived with hot chocolate and ginger newts, “Minky was told to keep you company until Professor Dumbledore could come back. Minky is to make sure you nap, Mistress.”

“Oh really now,” I asked my elf, “is that what Professor Dumbledore said?”

“Yes, ma'am, and the great Dumbledore said Minky was to remind Mistress of her difficult day if Mistress refused. Mistress?” Minky shuffled her feet, and looked uncertain of how to proceed.

“Yes, Minky?”

“I hope Mistress feels better soon. May Minky stroke Mistress' hair like Minky did when Mistress was little?”

I patted the bed in invitation, and before long was slipping away in sleep. Minky had remembered that stroking my hair was the best way to soothe me.

Sometime later my elf's voice broke through the fog of my sleep and roused me awake, “Mistress, Mistress, time to wake up. Professor Dumbledore is here and he brought Mistress dinner. Professor Dumbledore wouldn't let Minky get it.” Much like a child awaiting an impending punishment Minky bowed her head in shame.

Sleepily I tried to gather my bearings and replied, “Because you were needed here with me, Minky. And I'm so glad you stayed with me till the Professor arrived. Now back to the kitchens for your dinner.”

I admit I stopped before the mirror to check my hair and face before proceeding into my sitting room. Albus had taken the liberty of setting up a small table on which my dinner was arranged. At noticing only my dinner was laid out I turned a questioning gaze upon my companion.

“I've already dinned in the Great Hall.”

“Really, is it that late?” I asked before realizing just how hungry I was.

“Half past 19:00; Cynthia suggested these food items based on her observations, so if they are not to your liking blame her or the elves,” Albus grinned at me before encouraging me to delve in.

“I'll have to remember to thank Cynthia and the elves. I'm rather famished, and this looks delicious,” I paused before adding, “But not the messenger as he seems an unruly sort only concerned with praise.”

“And the plight of the poor old messenger continues, will it ever end,” Albus feigned such a state of woe I contorted my face into mock sympathy before laughing heartedly.

“Have you no compassion Miss. McGonagall?”

“Of course not; naturally after a difficult beginning I have matured at a faster rate into one of the grotesques. I imagine I'll be at death's door in a manner of weeks.”

“Grotesques,” Albus asked looking puzzled.

“Yes, the mean old batty women in Literature.”

“Oh I see. Well I fear I will have to disagree with you.”

“Disagree with age, maturity, and wisdom? And to think I thought I knew you.”

Our conversation persisted in a jovial manner throughout my dinner, and I was quite happy to see the Professor settle into the chair opposite mine once we vanished the table and restored my sitting room to its proper arrangement.

I braced myself for Albus' questions, but he merely gazed serenely at me as if waiting for me to start so I did.

“I want to thank you for all you have done for me today-Albus. I pride myself on being very independent, but I can admit when I am not in the best frame of mind.”

Normally hesitant to divulge private information I was surprised that I recounted the argument so easily to Albus. I spoke of the scene with little emotion, and included all parts but my saying I'd rather be Albus' whore. By the end of my monologue I had curled my feet beneath me, and found the burning fire to be highly interesting.

“I remember your reports from the war. You were able to gather vital information, most of which I used to be precise. You risked much, Minerva. Had your ruse been uncovered your fate would have been—“

“hell on earth,” I whispered, “You know I almost was caught. It was funny actually because I had to invite the man to my rooms. Normally I'd overhear information while supplying drinks or I'd lead the men into a chamber where I had various potions or where members of my team were waiting. This man, however, had been insistent…”

I want what I came for, honey. Hands on waist, hips, leg…Bourbon-sickening smell so heavy-air thick. Menacing gray eyes undressing me…me, I'm sure you want another drink. So many drinks, that bourbon smell. Anger-intense pain as head hits wall—dirty wall. A hand on breast then knee in groin before I transformed. Got wand: stupefy, oblivate"

I must have stopped talking because Albus was kneeling beside my chair, “I used to laugh at it—I wonder why.”

“You would have gone mad if you hadn't.”

“Maybe I did.”

“I came close once,” Albus' eyes took on a far away expression. I imagined the same look resided in my eyes only moments before.

“One of our best Aurors had been missing for days, Jasper Knox, and we had finally received reports on his whereabouts. I'll never forget the noxious smell I encountered in the house where he was found, or his corpse. What one could identify of it.”

“I remember reading a report on Jasper, but I did not know you had found him.” I whispered finding the courage to place my hand gently on the Professors'. This seemed to jolt him back to the present.

“I cringe when I think a similar fate could have befallen you.”

“Or you, Albus, it could have happened to any of us. Did-Did you ever feel, feel guilty of having survived?” I had spoken to no one about the war since returning from the continent, and it unnerved me how quickly repressed emotions and memories could resurface as if you had thought about them day after day.

“At first,” he slowly replied, “but I came to understand that the guilt would prevent me from honoring those lost properly.”

Nodding I stroked Albus' hand gently with my thumb, “When I returned the first thing I did was play Mendelssohn's Fantasy in F-Sharp minor. It was a dear friend's favorite classical piece. In three years I had not cried once for myself or others, but I wept, like a baby, that day.”

“It was the first time I saw Hogwarts again.”

Smiling softly I marveled at how much the man before me loved the school. “Will you remain at Hogwarts?” Albus asked interrupting my internal musings.

“I suppose so. Father will probably act as if nothing happened, and expect me to do the same. Besides I can't leave him: I don't want him to be alone at this time.”

“This Saturday is the first Hogesmeade weekend, and as Deputy I go to oversee the students. Would you like to join me?”

I smiled down at Albus, “I’d love to. I have not left the castle grounds since I arrived.”

Albus returned to his chair with one last squeeze to my hand, and we spent the rest of the night in simple conversation before the Professor departed for his own chambers. When the door closed behind him my gaze lingered on the spot that Albus had last been. I then rose from my seat and walked over to the window, the outline of the Forest just visible in the darkness of night. I turned once more to the spot where Albus had stood and smiled before leaving my sitting room for the comfort of my bed.

[Isabelle]

This is lovely so far! I really do dislike Minerva's father and her brother. Minerva is anything but a coward. I do find their "rift" rather intriguing for some odd reason. I think it just adds more to the plot.

I also like how Albus broke Minerva out of her shell a bit. And her hand gesture, what can I say? So sweet and leaves me craving for what comes next in their blossuming relationship.

Post again soon! Ich freue mich zu dem naechtes Kapitel!

Liz

[tayryn]

another fine chapter!

i liked when Albus came in and stood behind her, offering just enough comfort... and allowing her to cry with her dignity.

sadly... we've still not gotten any kissage. please tell me that's coming soon.

look forward to the next part!!

[Jessabelle]

Another excellent chapter! This just keeps getting better, please update soon!

[LadyJolly]

That must be hard. Minerva not being close to her father and her father well not really caring about her. I feel sorry for her but I'm glad Albus is there for her. So once again another wonderful chapter! I hope to read more soon. keep up the great work.

Lady Jolly

[QuillofMinerva]

I am really enjoying this story, it is simply wonderful.

I do feel for Minerva and her relationship with her father and brother, isn't pleasent at all.

Look forward to more

Clayre xx

[Alesia]

I really like how you have written the development of their relationship. It is quite different in that you have chosen to most show rather then tell us about the relationship's very subtle development. I like it quite a bit.

Your characterization of Albus is husky, tender, and all knowing all wrapped together. Very sexy.

[JKMcGonagall]

Oh my, such a lovely story. Minerva's father obviously comes from a time and culture where only boys were prized as children. Such a shame, because he cannot see what a jewel Minerva is. I am glad she has Albus and a developing relationship with him.

She will never change her father or brother's views toward her. I think it is a tribute to her Gryffindor courage and loyalty that she keeps going back to his room to be with this abusive father of hers. I know Albus will continue to help her get through this time.

I can't wait to see what you do with the trip to Hogsmeade. It should be a fun time for both of them.

Update again, soon please.

Kay

[ismaco]

Excellent!! Really!
Another great chapter!

I admire Minerva for staying in there after that argument. She is an exceptional daughter... I feel sorry for her father, because he can't see what he has.
It's really nice she has Albus to make things easier.

I'm looking forward to Hogsmade.
Please update soon!!

[amandahleigh]

This is incredible! I love the writing style, and the fight with her father was wonderful! He's a horrible man, and I must say I loved her line about rather being Dumbledore's whore than his daughter, that was very clever.

I can't wait until you write another chapter!

AL

[Sensiblyquirky]

Chapter Seven:

Disclaimer: Language

On Saturday morning I awoke early to clear skies and the promise of a crisp autumn day, happy to see the weather cooperating for the weekend outing in Hogesmeade. Reclining in bed was my wish, but I had promised father I would spend a few hours with him before leaving for the remainder of the day. As I had anticipated father treated me cordially, and neither of us mentioned our argument. An unspoken agreement permeated the air that we would speak only when necessary. So naturally on this particular Saturday time seemed to lengthen the hours between my arrival and dismissal, the depressing silence overshadowing all else except the ticking of the grandfather clock. I decided during that visit to my father that I would never allow a grandfather clock into my home, for it recorded every passing moment of a person’s life. It was enough to spiral one into the wildest depths of insanity.

I met Albus in the front entry hall moments after the students had departed for the village as we had planned. I smiled brightly when I saw his purple cloak wrapped snugly around his shoulders, and thought back to my first glimpse of the Professor.

Coming to stand by Albus I ran my fingers over the material on his shoulder, and started to chuckle softly.

“What,” he asked bewildered, turning to gaze at where my fingers had last been.

“Our meeting in the library was not the first time I saw you, well the back anyway.”

Still confused Albus tucked my hand in the crook of his arm, and led me from the castle toward the village. Along the way I recounted the day, leaving out a few details; namely my curiosity.

“Is that why you were studying my picture in the library?”

My cheeks flushed as I turned my head, “I had hoped you had not seen.”

Before either of us could speak Madame Olsenka’s voice reached our ears, “Minerva, do you have a minute? Oh, I’m glad I caught you. The ladies of Hogwarts are going for drinks this evening and we would like to extend an invitation to you.”

I hesitated a moment before accepting the invitation, I had not had the proverbial ‘night out with the girls’ in over a year and was a little concerned. However I agreed to join them hoping the evening would be entertaining and informative.

“We’ll see you this evening, dearie, and Albus don’t subject the poor girl to the joke shop for too long now.” Cynthia smiled brightly, her cheeks rosy from the wind, and winked at Albus before departing airily.

“Joke shop,” I asked confused, but then continued after having a thought, “oh that is wise, Albus, to see the latest gimmicks the children might sneak back into the castle.”

Albus’ eyes twinkled brightly, but his reply was a change of subject. We walked quickly to the village, the wind having gained in speed and ferocity what it lacked in warmth, and found sanctuary in the shop of jokes; which was conveniently close to the entrance, a little too convenient. Albus ushered me inside, and we were separated by the mass of children that swarmed over the showroom.

I searched in vain for the Professor but somehow not even his pointy hat was visible above the crowd, but as I was rounding a corner I heard a student exclaim: “Wow Professor!”

Turning the corner my eyes grew wide at the first sight of Albus Dumbledore sitting on the ground, a hoard of students surrounding him, as he gave a demonstration on the proper use of the object on the floor in front of him. I watched unnoticed for several minutes before one of the students looked up and caught me watching the group with keen interest. He was the young Hufflepuff boy that had greeted me outside of Albus’ classroom.

“I imagine each of you has more important things to do on this beautiful day that does not include wasting your money on illegal items such as the one with which you all,” here I directed my gaze at Albus, “are so enthralled.”

The boys filed past me as Albus stood up and replaced the object back to its appropriate place on the shelf, and then he turned to look at me giving me a simple shrug of his shoulders. I chuckled softly, “I suppose it was naïve of me to assume you enjoyed this store for its disciplinarian values.”

“And who was I to strip you of your innocence,” he jovially replied before leading me out into the open air.

Once outside I voiced a concern that had taken residence in my mind upon first seeing Albus on the floor, “You don’t help the students with their pranks do you? That would be-“

However before I could finish Albus let out a hearty laugh, and could barely compose himself to answer “no.” I exchanged a few embarrassed smiles with the people that sent confused looks our way while waiting for Albus to calm down. When he finally regained his ability to speak without collapsing into a fit of giggles he continued to escort me down the street, and to explain a few things.

“You see, Minerva, I find most jokes harmless and do not discourage them, but nor do I encourage them; well most of the time,” he amended. “It is all part of being a child, and I see no reason to deprive children of the joys of their childhood.”

“Yet some of those joys, as you refer to them, can lead to disastrous ends. I understand your reasoning, but not all jokes have innocent intentions.”

“I do not approve of the malicious ones, my dear, besides most of the jokes are aimed at the staff. I think the students enjoy trying to out smart me, but to date I have escaped all attempts to pull something on me.”

“Well, that is good to hear. I suppose it does make you…I mean your childlike qualities make you, well unique,” I finally finished my stammering.

“Unique in a good way or a bad way,” Albus whispered so only I could hear, as we were now mulling around a new store. I chose not to answer Albus verbally, but rather took a small step closer to him before smiling softly. In reply the Professor lifted my hand from his arm, and kissed it briefly. However, the moment was interrupted as a woman muttered ‘excuse me,’ and strode between us resulting in our separation.

Albus was a most excellent tour guide as I re-familiarized myself with the old village, and on more than one occasion had a delightful story to tell regarding several of the locations. Throughout the day my companion greeted all students he saw, and several greeted me as well. I had become used to the student population, and found many quite endearing. After one stimulating conversation Albus suggested I should teach, but I could not ascertain whether or not he was joking. I had thought of teaching while working on my advanced degree in Transfiguration, but I had not given it much consideration.

Exhausted from the excursion Albus and I returned a little early so I could have a lie down before meeting the women later in the evening at the Three Broomsticks. When it was time to depart I was a little nervous, having restricted my associations to Cynthia, Olivia, and Albus. I had yet to do more than meet many of the staff members, but if necessary I could fake a headache like any woman.

The Three Broomsticks was crowded when I arrived, a large group of men were in one corner making much noise while leaning over the table to eye some object and various other small groups were enjoying the liquor and the company. The back of the establishment was hidden from my view by the cloud of smoke that completed the atmosphere, however I charged onward.

“Minerva! Over here!” Turning in the direction of the voice I saw Cynthia waving to me from a table in the back corner.

“We’re so glad you could make it, Minerva. I’m Verena, I’m the flight instructor, this is Siri, the Librarian, and this is Joanna, Herbology.”

A petite woman with cropped blonde hair Verena appeared to be the most gregarious of all the women present, often conversing with several individuals from other tables. Siri’s elbow length blonde hair shimmered even in the dimly lit space, but her blue eyes were trained on me in a rather unsettling manner. I returned the gaze for a few moments before turning my attention toward Joanna. Her fiery red curls bounced with glee as she giggled through every sentence she attempted to utter. I daresay when Rosmerta, the young waitress, returned with my gillywater she should have studiously ignored Joanna’s request for another round.

“So how’s Albush,” Joanna inquired leaning a little too close.

“As of this afternoon he is very well.”

“Nooo, I mean how is Albush,” Joanna repeated attempting to wink, however it looked more akin to an eye tremor.

“Oh ignore her,” Verena called, “she’s just jealous that you’ve managed to catch our delicious Deputy in a manner of weeks.”

“I beg your pardon?” I was not unaccustomed to rumors nor was I oblivious as to those that could be inferred from Albus’ and mine’s close contact, but I preferred to ignore them as whispers that faded into the noise of background sounds.

“Oh don’t be coy with us,” Verena ordered raising her eyebrows suggestively, “we’ve heard how he now spends the evenings in your chambers. The castle hears and sees all, love; you can’t keep a secret there. Look at Georgette; she thinks we believed her stomach ache story to get her out of drinks tonight, but we all know her ache isn’t in her stomach but lower and appears anytime she thinks about Henri.”

“Well that may be, but mine and Professor Dumbledore’s relationship is strictly platonic. Is she alright?” I asked pointing to Siri in hopes of diverting the conversation away from myself.

“Oh she went through a nasty break-up last week, and she’s been like that all day,” Cynthia whispered into my ear, “poor girl, she walked in on him and another woman.”

“Don’t think I didn’t hear that, Cynthia,” Siri voiced angrily, breaking out of her trance. “Do you have to tell everyone that the bastard was fooling around? Perhaps you would be happy if I just shouted it from the fucking roof of the fucking castle!”

Even Joanna stopped giggling at Siri’s outburst, and the tension at our small table increased drastically since no one appeared to have any indication of what to say.

“Why don’t you,” I suggested quietly. At the blank stares I received in response I tried again, “I would suggest you change the wording incase any students are out of their beds, but it might be exactly what you need.”

Once again my words were met with blank stares, and I was about to recant when Siri exclaimed, “I’m going to do it,” and with that she stormed off. I cannot recall how long the rest of the group remained at the table, but suffice it to say a few chairs were turned over by the time we reacted.

We caught up with Siri on the grounds; she had stopped moving and was staring up at the castle, “how will we get up there?”

“Love, do you really want to do this,” Verena asked coming to stand along side Siri. Siri simply nodded, and Verena turned toward all of us.

“Alright who wants to go up there with her? Minerva you suggested this crazy idea, so you are going. Anyone else?”

Everyone agreed to participate except Cynthia, “I’m afraid I’m going to have sit this out, dears, but have fun. Just do not kill yourselves, please!”

When Verena had the correct count she summoned the brooms from the broom closet, “This is the best way I know of, ducks, so let’s go!”

As I flew up to the roof of the castle I had a moment of hesitation, second guessing whether I had chosen the correct course of action. Most of the women were tipsy and Joanna was unstable, but I always supposed it was my fondness for adventures that placed me into Gryffindor house rather than Ravenclaw. We landed safely, though a few of us had to assist Joanna, and awaited Siri’s exclamations.

The night air was cold as we stood huddled on the roof of the castle, the stars were highly visible, and I caught myself wondering why Cynthia chose not to join us. It was a wonderful night for star gazing. However a peal of laughter broke through my musings, and I turned to find Siri lying on the roof laughing hysterically. In a few moments time we all gave over to the infectious sound.

As I stood on the roof laughing with the Professors a calm washed over me, it was as if I could see a similar scene in the future. My eyes left the women and ventured out toward the grounds, though dark it was easy to see that the roof afforded a magnificent view for miles around. The light in Hagrid’s hut was on, and further behind one could detect the light coming from the village as well. While turning my head a shadow caught my eye, it looked to be coming from the forbidden forest. I trained my eyes on the spot it had been, but could no longer distinguish the many shapes shrouded in darkness and dismissed the notion.

When the chill in the air managed to mangle its way through Joanna’s inebriated state we knew it was time to return to the warmth of the castle, and our individual beds. I bade the women goodnight with a promise to Siri for tea the following afternoon.

I arrived at my door surprised to see a note floating before it, for Albus knew I was to be out all evening. I waited until inside my chambers to unroll the parchment,

A reminder you may have forgotten from your student days, the roof is protected so that the Headmaster is informed when someone is atop it. Luckily he sent me in his stead, or imagine his surprise had he found all of you. I managed a remarkable fib to explain, and for that I believe you owe me dinner. I’ll even let you cook.
Albus

‘And thus by your own hand shall you fall Professor Dumbledore,’ I muttered with glee.

[Nerweniel]

Aaaaw, such a wonderful chapter with a GREAT last line ;D. Hope to see more soon .

Love,

Lies

[Jessabelle]

Haha! That was absolutely wondeful! Please update again soon!

[QuillofMinerva]

Oh what a fab chapter Christy!

I loved the whole Joke shop thing and I am most looking forward to the next chapter especially after the last few lines of this chapter

Keep up the great work

Clayre xx

[Alesia]

I have to agree the chapter is excellent. The romance is moving right along. I really enjoy the way the POV is structured. I will admit I had some trouble following which professors are which. I had to go back and make sure Olivia, Henri and Geogrette was but that is not a big deal.

Bonnie

Oh and BTW the joke shop sequence was marvelous. It demonstrated the differences in Minerva and Albus' personality make ups to a T.

[zoeteproet]

I love this story! It's written so good! please continue!
It's just what I was looking for: Humor, romance and little bit serious things about the war.
I also find Minerva her father interesting, I know he seems a bastard, but sometimes he seems to chance, when she called him Papa.
I hope to read some more from you soon!
Love;
Sarah

[Isabelle]

Hey! This is awesome! I do love the flirtation going on between our dear couple.

It's also nice to see Minerva break out of her comfort zone a bit. Maybe I should be taking some pointers from her.

keep it up!

Liz

[bee.]

Simply put, this is one of my favourites. Not to mention that the roof scene was priceless. Minerva clearly owes Albus a favour, and I cannot wait until she repays him properly.

ecks oh ecks oh ecks oh,
bee

[mininerva]

Thanks for another beautiful chapter! I'll be anxiously awaiting the next one....
~MiniNerva

[ismaco]

Yay!! A new chap!
Thanks a lot for a*nother* great chapter, Christy!
As usual, I'm looking forward for the next one.

Love,
Isabel

[Sensiblyquirky]

Chapter Eight:

I wrote this chapter before the discussion on whether Minerva can cook, but it is an interesting coincidence.

I arranged Albus' compensation dinner on the evening of the eleventh in order to avoid Adonis' and Alyssa's visit to Father. The past few days had been rather difficult for him, and though he spent most of his time asleep I thought Adonis would raise his spirits.

Departing father's chambers in the early afternoon I headed toward the kitchen where Minky was instructing the house elves to prepare dinner. While they were busy I commandeered a section of the large room so as to prepare the Professor's first dinner of the evening. Albus' choice of payment for his `sacrifice' on my behalf was to become his downfall due to my severe inability to prepare edible dishes for consumption. As a child I was not allowed to aid the house elves in their chores, which included cooking, and Minky's constant presence in my life had left little time for learning.

I smiled my way through the attempted preparations as Albus' face kept appearing in my thoughts. Furthermore Verena's suggestion had implanted itself in my mind, and I wondered how many others assumed Albus and I were in a romantic relationship. I felt I knew so little and yet so much about Albus Dumbledore, he had the ability to seem wholly familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. When he seemed familiar I reveled in the knowledge and warmth associated with it, when unfamiliar I yearned to learn. No man had intrigued me as Albus Dumbledore did, and my inevitable, yet indefinite, departure from Hogwarts darkened my disposition.

Albus' constant presence in my company combined with his attention towards me increased my confidence concerning his regard, but I could not be ensured that once I departed the castle it would continue. Shaking my head I vanquished such depressing notions to the darkest recesses of my mind in order to concentrate on the evening ahead.

An hour later I left the kitchens, after leaving explicit instructions with the house elves, and retreated to the staff bathroom for a relaxing bath. The room had instantly become one of my favorites due to its peaceful atmosphere, and the subtle hints of vanilla it left on my skin. I had selected robes of midnight blue after perusing the contents of my wardrobe after awakening, and promptly sent them to the wash under Minky's supervision. I chose to leave my hair down so that it might cascade down my back, as I loved it so. Checking the mirror and my sitting room thrice before Albus' knock resounded through my rooms I made sure everything was perfect.

“I hope you haven't slaved too long today,” he greeted warmly, the purple of his robes bringing out the blue of his eyes but clashing with his auburn hair.

“Hours and hours, Minky and I side by side, but it is this remarkable lie that is the reason for my slavery I wish to discuss,” I replied while we settled into our seats across the table.

“I told the Headmaster it was a large bird.” I waited for Albus' serious tone to diffuse into a jollier one but I was disappointed.

Incredulously I began, “you're kidding, are you not?”

“No, a bird was all I could think of.”

“And you call that remarkable? You should have made me dinner. I cannot believe the Headmaster believed it.”

“Whether he did or not is of little consequence since he did not investigate further,” Albus reasoned as Minky arrived with the stew I had prepared earlier in the day.
I watched Albus' face with ill concealed glee as he ate his first spoonful of stew, and consequently chocked on the taste. Sweetly I inquired whether the taste suited him, as it had taken me so long.

“Oh yes, it is…interesting. Where,” he paused to attempt a second spoonful,” w-where did you get the recipe?”

It took all my control to subdue my need to laugh before I answered my companion, “an old family recipe.”

“Aren't you going to eat, Minerva?”

“I wanted to make sure my guest was taken care of first.”

I watched Albus valiantly eat a few more spoonfuls before I summoned Minky and instructed her to bring the meal she and the Hogwarts' elves had prepared. Lest I be forced to consume some of my cooking I chose to end Albus' torture.

“You may stop eating this mess, Albus,” I began, my voice echoing my mirth. “I wanted you to suffer through my cooking since you suggested it. You should have done your homework, Mr. Dumbledore.”

“My dear I forbid you to even enter a kitchen if this is your best cooking. It looks as if I am going to have to spend more time with you so I may learn the rest of your secrets.”

“Only if you divulge yours.”

Albus' eyes twinkled brightly as they stared into mine as a response before he turned his attention toward the delicious aroma wafting through the air. The house elves' dinner was inexorably better than mine and I was thankful I was not forced to eat a few bites of my stew, though Albus did attempt to force some on me.

“Oh, Albus, you are like a student sometimes,” I laughed while rising from the table once we had finished dinner, in response to Albus' classroom stories. As I attempted to round the table I bumped into the corner and would have lost my balance had Albus not reacted so quickly catching me about the waist. I looked up sharply to thank the Professor, but no words spilled out once I registered how close Albus and I were. I thought little about my next course of action, choosing merely to rely upon my instinct. Leaning forward I brushed my lips over Albus' cheek as a proper thank you only to have Albus turn my head, his hand winding in my hair in order to prevent my escape. As he leaned in further we were interrupted by the sudden appearance of Adonis' face in my fireplace.

“Minerva!” Adonis paused when his eyes encountered Albus' person and our position but soon continued, “Father's had an attack. Come quickly!”

Albus' brilliant eyes no longer twinkled, but rather reflected the gravity which had so soon settled upon us and a question he did not need to ask. A moment passed while my mind, on alert from Adonis' call, attempted to make, what I can now recognize, as one of the most important decisions of my life. I gave a succinct nod, and Albus Dumbledore accompanied me to my father's chambers.

“Hold his foot!”

“Quick, his fever is too high!”

“Heart rate strained!”

“Get her out of here!”

Various voices yelled at each other as healers and nurses rushed throughout the rooms.

“Oh Minerva,” Alyssa frantically charged toward me as Albus and I entered, “it's awful! I-I don't think he's going to make it. His heart they say, but they kicked me out. So rude.”

“Calm down, Alyssa. I'm sure he'll pull through with healers on hand. Where's Adonis?”

“They didn't kick him out,” she huffed haughtily.

I neared the bedroom door and saw Adonis lingering at the foot of father's bed. Though he studiously ignored me for several minutes he finally disengaged himself, and neared the door so that we could speak.

“How is he?”

“How does he look,” my brother snapped before tugging on his sleeve. “Look, Minerva, father told me how you broke down the other day. You won't help him should you loose your composure again, so I think it is best if you stay outside with Alyssa. I'll let you know if we are allowed to speak to him.”

Without another word the door was shut firmly in my face. I stared blankly at the Mahogany wood before retiring to the settee alongside the window where I immediately recalled the last scare my father gave me, but no memories flooded, no regrets surged, and no promises for the future inundated. I looked up as Albus joined me, and I offered him a weak smile.

“He's strong, Minerva. I'm sure Damion will pull through,” Albus tried to reassure me as he patted my shoulder quite awkwardly.

I regarded Albus critically for a few moments as it occurred to me that he was uncomfortable operating in this capacity, as if he wasn't sure what to do. Suddenly I realized that Albus' silence the night we discussed the war was due to uncertainty rather than reference for my personal space.

I reached up and let the tips of my fingers graze the Professor's cheek as I slowly cupped it. “I don't think he will survive the night, but I'm oddly calm at present,” I paused to take a breath before continuing, “I'll help you, Albus.”

“I thank you, my dear, and should I need help I'll know to whom I should go first.”

“Albus, its ok-,” but I was interrupted and rebuked by the Professor, which saddened me more than the prospect of my father's impending death. As my brother's nervous gesture is to tug on his sleeve mine is to straighten my back when faced with an embarrassing situation, so as I turned from Albus I felt the tension in the room and in my muscles increase. As the tension continued to increase to oppressing levels more medical personnel entered and exited the bedroom. I expected Albus to depart for his own rooms or at least for the kitchens, but he chose to stay which further contributed to the strained atmosphere immensely.

At half past midnight there took place a large exodus from my father's chambers, and I was summoned. I moved surely into the room, leaving no moment for hesitation as I made my way toward father's bed. His breathing was labored, but he was conscious.

“Papa,” I called softly hoping the softened designate would please him, but he said nothing as he stared at me briefly choosing to speak his last words to my brother.

“I'm proud of you son,” he strained to say, and few moments later Damion McGonagall crossed from this realm into the next.

We stood silently around the bed until Adonis called for Olivia. “Minerva, I'll contact you after breakfast about the funeral and the necessary financial meetings, but for now you should turn in.”

I did not argue with my brother, my need to escape overpowered all else and I turned to leave. In the doorway Albus Dumbledore's figure impeded my path.
It took only one look for me to know that Albus had seen and heard the exchange between father son and daughter, which provided the Professor an intimate and complete picture of my familial relationships. It angered me that he knew, and I attempted to storm past him.

“Minerva,” he called while grabbing my hand.

“I received your earlier message loud and clear Professor Dumbledore, so there is no need to detain me now.”

I broke free, and headed for the grounds in my animagus form. The night air was cold, but refreshing as I returned to my human form once outside the castle and I enjoyed the wind's caress on my hair. Desiring to move far from the castle I was drawn toward the Forbidden Forest, it was darkness I needed then.

Completely focused on my destination perhaps it was fate which intervened in order that I might hear the sound of footsteps behind me. Quickly I transformed should the steps have belonged to Albus, and scampered into the first tree I encountered at the Forest's edge. However the figure, shrouded as it was, was not Dumbledore's and it moved into the forest. I watched from my tree until the figure was out of sight, and then moved in pursuit.

I followed the figure's trail as it wound deep into the forest, taking a similar path to the one Albus and I made on our excursion for the Chimera. Suddenly the person changed course, almost frantically, as if she or he was searching for a particular object. Certain the figure was who we had been searching for I attempted to move closer when the figure stopped abruptly. A red flashing light illuminated the forest floor around me before it all went black.

[Amandah Leigh]

Awesome!

I can't wait to see what happens in the forest.
I'm so sad about her father! What a jerk, to not even ackowledge her...

*sigh*

AL

[tayryn]

oh man... so close to kissage! sheeesh!!

this was another very fine chapter!

[Alesia]

Interesting, hopefully Albus has gone after Minerva. And I still think Adonis is up to something with the death of his father.

[Jessabelle]

Another good chapter! The mood in this chapter changed so rapidly and you did a magnificant job handling it all. I really like the way you are playing out the relattionship between Albus and Minerva. Please post again soon.
- Jess

[bee.]

So well written! Your chapters fail to dissapoint me. I love how Albus and Minerva react to each other in such a natural way. And the plot in which right when things seem to be going smoothly, life takes them for a spin. Utter brilliance,
ecks oh ecks oh ecks oh,
bee

[Isabelle not signed on]

Grrr, I forgot to review when I first read this.

this was a great chapter! I am a little curious as to Adonis' behavior and angry with Minerva's father and how he ignored her.

I do hope that Albus went after Minerva also. I am a little worried about the end.

Update soon!

Liz

[ismaco]

Dear, dear... are you ever going to write something I don't love?

I hate Minerva's family!! I hate them! They can't even let Minerva kiss Albus peacefully!!

I'm impressed about how you changed the course of the chapter. I'm worried too about the end, but I hope Albus will come to the rescue!!

I can't wait for the next chapter.
Love,
Isabel

[Sensiblyquirky]

Chapter nine:

Thanks to everyone who has reviewed my story!!

I awoke hours later on the cold floor in my human form, a dull pain pulsating from my abdomen where the spell had made contact. Though moving as a cat would have been preferred in the forest I knew transforming after the accident would be dangerous, so I brought myself up from the ground and proceeded to walk in the direction I believed the edge to be.

I was unsure of the time, but surmised it to be between four and five in the morning. I shivered as I moved about the foliage, the night air no longer comforting as it sliced across my face and the wind violent in its regard. One hand gripped my stomach and the other my wand as I wove out of the woods toward the castle I had abandoned not long ago. When I reached the edge and broke free of the tree branches Albus was waiting for me, pacing the grounds.

“Where have you been,” he boomed as he strode toward me.

“I think that should be quite obvious.”

“Did you perceive the forest floor to be an appropriate place to sleep? You do not have your cloak or your gloves. You haven't even used a warming charm!”

“What I do is none of your business,” I scoffed moving past Albus and toward the castle.

“Where are you hurt,” he asked grabbing my arm.

“Professor Dumbledore, you will let go of me!”

“You foolish, bloody, stubborn woman! Not every wizard is like the two you happen to be related to.”

Albus had chosen the worst course of action to help his fledgling cause, “Arrogant bastard,” I spoke in a dangerously low voice, “How dare you presume to understand me, you who have known me weeks only.”

“Length of time is insignificant, or it should be.” Albus’ voice had lost its angry edge, the years of perfecting his self control did not completely fail him for his next words were uttered in a voice assured and calm, “What troubles you is not that I do not understand you, but that I do. Admit that it scares you.”

My hand stung from the collision between it and Albus’ cheek, heightened by the chilly atmosphere outside. I stroked my hand carefully, and closed my eyes in an attempt to gather my thoughts. It was some time before I spoke.

“I do not project my father or my brother on my vision of the world, or its people. Cannot you understand that that is what I have spent so much of my life trying to avoid, and what is part of my alienation from them? Adonis measures each man against himself, my father was much the same, and I refuse to follow the same path. I do not pretend that I have perfected the ability or that I ever shall, but I have never judged you or viewed you through them.”

I paused for emphasis and began again slowly, “However, what I also refuse to do is take part in a relationship where only I am expected to bear all, while the other party does not. Tonight I recognized awkwardness in you, but when I brought it up you discarded me. I have invited you into my rooms to hear me play; I never give concerts, because my music is private. I put everything into my playing, everything,” I repeated in a strained voice.

“I spoke to you about the war, and I allowed you to accompany me to father’s chambers this evening. What scares me is not that you understand me, Professor Dumbledore, but that you do not wish me to understand you.”

“Then why did you run away from me tonight?”

Albus’ voice was closer than it had previously been, but the ache from the stunners had increased and I was reluctant to move.

“I just told you. You denied me, but were allowed to witness a private exchange. I suddenly got very angry, and embarrassed,” I added as an afterthought.

“Please take my cloak, and let me take you inside the castle. I would like to speak with you some more, but it is too cold to linger any longer.”

Albus secured his cloak around my shoulders and hesitantly sought my arm, but he need not have feared over a rebuke as I was too tired and sore. I attempted to set a brisk pace in order to avoid any questions the Professor might have had about my injury, but the ache had increased so that I doubled over during a particularly ambitious stride.

“You are not fit to walk,” Albus whispered close to my ear before he bent down and lifted me into his arms, cradling me close to his chest.

“You do not need to carry me, Albus; I just need to walk at a slower pace.”

“At such a speed we will never make it into the castle, but be frozen stiff on the grounds. I want to help you, as a favor to this old man I ask that you let me help you.”

“Repetition is a most interesting aspect of life, for I seem to recall a proposition on my behalf made not too many hours ago for it to be forgotten.” My reply was cold in tone, the embarrassment and hurt my foremost feelings at the time.

“I apologize for that,” he offered several moments later after we had entered the warmth of the castle walls, “it is not easy for me.”

His voice faltered, and if his arms had not been full I imagine Albus would have run one of his hands through his hair. I spoke instead. “We all guard against others and I do not pretend that mine are not great, but it is foolish of you to assume your's are anything but the greatest.”

“There’s a very good reason for that, I don’t believe many worship you as a god in our world. I am viewed as the greatest wizard of all time, and to many people that is all they see me as.”

“I remember telling you that I am not many.”

As the last word fell from my lips we entered my chambers, and Albus gently deposited me upon the settee as he lit a fire in the hearth. He then turned and knelt beside of me, “since you do not wish to see Olivia may I take a look at your wound?”

“It isn’t anything to be concerned about, Albus. It will go away in time.”

“Minerva-”

“Fine,” I interrupted, Albus was too persistent for his own good at times, “my stomach.”

He used his wand to cut away the material of my robes that covered my abdomen, and spoke while he worked. “I know that you saw more than the great wizard, and though that is a comfort I do not have ready responses to that. It has been a long time since someone so openly acknowledged I had faults, and it was unsettling.”

“Perhaps someone should do it more often.”

His hand stilled before he removed the fabric in his way, and turned his gaze toward me. Albus did not speak until our eyes had connected, but when he did my anger dissolved. “I want that someone to be you.”

It was with a completely different gaze that Albus directed at me once he had taken a look at my abdomen. The vast majority of it was red in color, and a small scar could be seen forming on my left side.

“You were stunned,” he asked sharply.

“I was tabby at the time, but yes. That’s why it was a time before I emerged from the forest, it knocked me out.”

“The spell could have been a lot stronger, so you were lucky in that regard. I would give twenty-four to forty-eight hours before the pain completely ceases. Could you make out who cast the spell?”

“No, it was too dark.”

Since Albus did not press for any more information I chose to avoid the details for the time being, preferring to have time to contemplate all that happened before reporting to the man before me. Albus performed a spell that lessened the pain to a degree and then he repaired my robes before rising from the ground.

“When must you make an appearance at the Manor?”

“I should arrive by nine. I imagine Adonis has everything lined up, for I do believe he has been waiting for this to happen for quite some time.”

“Will you sleep?”

“There would be no reason to do so now as it would decrease rather than increase my ability to function by nine o’clock. You should retire, though, as you have classes to teach tomorrow. No need for your students to receive a blurry eyed teacher who is more perceptible to pranks.”

After seven hours of heated emotions Albus and I finally shared a smile. When Albus quitted my chambers for his own I remained on the settee in hopes of refocusing my thoughts on the shrouded figure I had encountered earlier. Though I did not wish to rule out any possibility, I became prejudiced to the notion that our Chimera merchant was a woman.

As my gaze was lost in the fire embers I hoped there was a female staff member I had yet to meet, but resignation settled swiftly. If Siri and I had not had tea she would have been my first suspect, but when the pains of a broken heart ebbed she was a sweet soul, devoid of treachery or deceit. I knew so little of the others it was difficult to pick apart their personalities, and therefore provide an adequate diversion of the mind.


At times the few hours left to me passed slowly and quickly, time was neither a fleeting mistress nor the ticking of the grandfather clock, and it was Minky that greeted me in the morning. I could tell she had been crying over my father’s demise, but I was poor company and spoke little to my elf.


When I arrived at the manor it was a bustle of activity as witches and wizards from the ministry, the financial offices, and members of the family roved from room to room in order to conduct their business.


“I’m glad you arrived early, Minerva, so that we may go ahead and start.” Adonis called as he motioned me toward father’s office.


An old wizened wizard sat in father’s chair, and Adonis and I settled across from him. He debriefed Adonis and I on the arrangements being made for father’s funeral services before another wizard took his place to discuss the finances.


“Mr. McGonagall, Ms. McGonagall,” the second wizard began, “your father left explicit directions with me over the direction of his assets upon his death. Though there are many technicalities I will spare you those until a later date. The vault is to be split evenly between the both of you, the manor and the articles within belong to Adonis completely, but your father purchased a cottage in the Highlands that is to be Minerva’s.”


My eyes widened at the mentioning of a cottage, and with one glance at Adonis I knew that neither of us had knowledge of another house that belonged to father.


“Do you have the address of the cottage,” I asked after a lengthy pause.


“Yes, but have you never seen it?”


“No, I’m afraid father never mentioned a cottage to either Minerva or I,” Adonis replied, “but if you will get Minerva the address then we will let you return to your office and your, no doubt, busy schedule. Thank you for making the trip out,” Adonis extended his hand as he stood up and in a few moments time we were left alone.


“I thought it was customary for the finances to be discussed after the deceased was laid to rest, Adonis,” I admonished as I watched my brother take his seat behind father’s desk, in the newly vacated chair.


“Merlin, Minerva, give it a rest. This way I see no reason why all loose ends will not be tied up by the funeral on Sunday. Now as to the funeral, I’m leaving you and Alyssa in charge of most aspects of it as I cannot be out of the office much this week. It would be advantageous if you can stay at Hogwarts for one or two more weeks, and I’m sure that Headmaster Dippet would accommodate you. Now, I really must return to work.”


I watched my brother’s back until it disappeared from sight, and then turned my gaze back toward the window. Alyssa found me only a few moments later, and was persistent in procuring my person for the duration of the day.


I returned in the early evening to my rooms at Hogwarts to find a warm fire burning, a small dinner supplied, and Albus asleep in one of my chairs. Tiptoeing around the Professor in order not to wake him, I sat down to eat my dinner quietly. However I was a trifle clumsy with the fork, and Albus started as it clanged to the floor.


“Go back to sleep,” I whispered.


“I’m awake now. How was it today?”


“I was correct in assuming Adonis would take care of most things. Alyssa and I are supposed to make all arrangements for the funeral, but Adonis found time to discuss the will immediately. Father left me a cottage neither of us knew about in the Highlands.”


“When will you visit it?”


“In a few days, I think.”


“Would you like me to accompany you?”


“Could you get away from the school,” I inquired.


“Yes, I would imagine so.”


“If it can be arranged then yes, yes I would.”


We discussed the particulars for the duration of my supper, and settled upon Thursday as our day of departure. As Albus cleared away dinner I settled behind my transfigured piano, and we fell into the tradition that had been established between us prior to my father’s death. I slept deeply that night, a new note from Albus secured tightly with the rest in my bureau.

[LadyJolly]

That was a really nice chapter. I liked it a lot. The emotion and everything. I hope you write more soon.

Lady Jolly