Post by beMMADfabulous on Jul 24, 2009 22:00:03 GMT -5
A/N:: Well, I started out writing a different story based on a different song from the Broadway musical Jekyll and Hyde, but this one took over instead! The song is called “In His Eyes,” (also from that musical) and if you haven’t heard the song, the version by Linda Eder & Christianne Noll is fantastic. This is no longer a complete piece, because several people have asked me to write another chapter, and I've decided to do that.
This is set near in the summer during Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
Minerva McGonagall stood rigidly before a large window overlooking the street in the drawing room at number twelve, Grimmauld Place. The most recent meeting of the Order of the Phoenix had been adjourned for over half an hour, but Molly Weasley had graciously persuaded Minerva and a few others to remain there until the particularly fierce summer thunderstorm had passed. Minerva stared unwaveringly as bright lightening flashed just before loud rolls of thunder boomed all around the outside of the house. Her eyes may have been focused upon the raging storm, but her mind was wandering to a location far away from Grimmauld Place…
“You look like you have a lot on your mind, Minerva.”
She tensed at the unexpected voice and slowly turned to Molly Weasley, who stood only a few feet away with a small, understanding smile on her face.
“We all do, Molly, with the War with You-Know-Who going on,” she answered, hoping that if she blamed her actions on the War, she could hide what was truly on her mind.
“Are you sure that’s all that’s bothering you?” she asked as she took a few steps closer, obviously unconvinced.
“Of course.”
“Really?” Molly went on. “Because I know that look, and I think I understand what you’re going through.”
Minerva swallowed hard as her mouth became suddenly dry. Molly narrowed her eyes slightly as her smile grew slyer.
“You love him, don’t you?”
“L-love who?” Minerva asked, trying to keep calm.
“Albus Dumbledore,” Molly practically hissed with a hint of glee in her voice.
Minerva’s eyes grew wide like a cornered cat as her jaw slackened somewhat.
“I knew it,” Molly replied before Minerva could muster any coherent words. “I’m not blind, you know.”
Darn that Molly Weasley! She had always been far too observative for her own good− or rather for everyone else’s good.
“Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me,” Molly whispered and winked.
A particularly loud boom of thunder roared following a blinding flash of lightening as Minerva looked around for a potential escape from Molly and her threat to Minerva’s security, but she found none.
“I think he loves you too, Minerva,” Molly said confidently.
Molly’s words slammed into her like the jolt of having a rug pulled out from beneath her. She found herself actually having to remember to breathe.
“I don’t think−”
“Tell me you can look into his eyes and honestly say you can’t see something there,” Molly challenged.
Minerva looked down to the floor briefly and then back up at Molly again.
“You’re not imagining it,” Molly said as if she could read Minerva’s thoughts. “I see the way he looks at you.”
“I don’t know what to do…” Minerva finally confessed.
“Tell him how you feel,” Molly said simply with a shrug.
The suggestion seemed to unsettle Minerva.
“I wouldn’t know where to start.”
“You’re a wise woman, Minerva,” she urged, comfortingly taking hold of Minerva’s shoulders. “You’ll know what to do.”
Minerva scoffed.
“If I were so wise, I would gladly walk away from it all, and I wouldn’t have to feel this way about him... It’s just so hard to walk away.”
“What’s so terrible about being in love? You can’t instantly change the way you feel, and if you truly love someone, you can’t simply make yourself unlove him.”
Minerva nodded, allowing Molly’s poignant words to wash over her slowly. She knew Molly spoke the truth, and she knew that far too many years had already been wasted by her own silence. Minerva lifted her chin in determination; she knew what she had to do, and she was going to do it.
“The storm has let up quite a bit,” Molly said, looking over Minerva’s shoulder. “I suspect you’ll be wanting to get back to Hogwarts pretty soon,” she added with a wink.
Minerva took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, taking her time to clear her thoughts.
“Thank you, Molly,” Minerva said with a smile.
“My pleasure.”
Molly pulled Minerva into a tight hug, giving her the final boost of confidence she needed. Molly wished her luck, and the two women said their goodbyes.
Molly watched as Minerva walked from the house and stepped onto the street to head back towards Hogwarts, noting how courageous and regal Minerva looked with her body pulled to its fullest height and her head held high.
“Go get him, Minerva.”
TO BE CONTINUED
This is set near in the summer during Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
In His Eyes
Minerva McGonagall stood rigidly before a large window overlooking the street in the drawing room at number twelve, Grimmauld Place. The most recent meeting of the Order of the Phoenix had been adjourned for over half an hour, but Molly Weasley had graciously persuaded Minerva and a few others to remain there until the particularly fierce summer thunderstorm had passed. Minerva stared unwaveringly as bright lightening flashed just before loud rolls of thunder boomed all around the outside of the house. Her eyes may have been focused upon the raging storm, but her mind was wandering to a location far away from Grimmauld Place…
“You look like you have a lot on your mind, Minerva.”
She tensed at the unexpected voice and slowly turned to Molly Weasley, who stood only a few feet away with a small, understanding smile on her face.
“We all do, Molly, with the War with You-Know-Who going on,” she answered, hoping that if she blamed her actions on the War, she could hide what was truly on her mind.
“Are you sure that’s all that’s bothering you?” she asked as she took a few steps closer, obviously unconvinced.
“Of course.”
“Really?” Molly went on. “Because I know that look, and I think I understand what you’re going through.”
Minerva swallowed hard as her mouth became suddenly dry. Molly narrowed her eyes slightly as her smile grew slyer.
“You love him, don’t you?”
“L-love who?” Minerva asked, trying to keep calm.
“Albus Dumbledore,” Molly practically hissed with a hint of glee in her voice.
Minerva’s eyes grew wide like a cornered cat as her jaw slackened somewhat.
“I knew it,” Molly replied before Minerva could muster any coherent words. “I’m not blind, you know.”
Darn that Molly Weasley! She had always been far too observative for her own good− or rather for everyone else’s good.
“Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me,” Molly whispered and winked.
A particularly loud boom of thunder roared following a blinding flash of lightening as Minerva looked around for a potential escape from Molly and her threat to Minerva’s security, but she found none.
“I think he loves you too, Minerva,” Molly said confidently.
Molly’s words slammed into her like the jolt of having a rug pulled out from beneath her. She found herself actually having to remember to breathe.
“I don’t think−”
“Tell me you can look into his eyes and honestly say you can’t see something there,” Molly challenged.
Minerva looked down to the floor briefly and then back up at Molly again.
“You’re not imagining it,” Molly said as if she could read Minerva’s thoughts. “I see the way he looks at you.”
“I don’t know what to do…” Minerva finally confessed.
“Tell him how you feel,” Molly said simply with a shrug.
The suggestion seemed to unsettle Minerva.
“I wouldn’t know where to start.”
“You’re a wise woman, Minerva,” she urged, comfortingly taking hold of Minerva’s shoulders. “You’ll know what to do.”
Minerva scoffed.
“If I were so wise, I would gladly walk away from it all, and I wouldn’t have to feel this way about him... It’s just so hard to walk away.”
“What’s so terrible about being in love? You can’t instantly change the way you feel, and if you truly love someone, you can’t simply make yourself unlove him.”
Minerva nodded, allowing Molly’s poignant words to wash over her slowly. She knew Molly spoke the truth, and she knew that far too many years had already been wasted by her own silence. Minerva lifted her chin in determination; she knew what she had to do, and she was going to do it.
“The storm has let up quite a bit,” Molly said, looking over Minerva’s shoulder. “I suspect you’ll be wanting to get back to Hogwarts pretty soon,” she added with a wink.
Minerva took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, taking her time to clear her thoughts.
“Thank you, Molly,” Minerva said with a smile.
“My pleasure.”
Molly pulled Minerva into a tight hug, giving her the final boost of confidence she needed. Molly wished her luck, and the two women said their goodbyes.
Molly watched as Minerva walked from the house and stepped onto the street to head back towards Hogwarts, noting how courageous and regal Minerva looked with her body pulled to its fullest height and her head held high.
“Go get him, Minerva.”
TO BE CONTINUED
Wonderful!! Thank you for this additional part !
