Post by Bola on Oct 17, 2010 6:53:21 GMT -5
Minerva's Secret
This is set at the lead-up to the First Wizarding war with Voldemort, and may give an elucidation about the bonding that existed between her and Dumbledore, and why she may have become the often bitter teacher she's seen as.
Minerva's 29.
Chapter 1
"Avada Kedavra!"
"No!" Minerva screamed, immediately turning her head to see the stream of green light, and the body of Finnley Ronan collapse at Lord Voldemort's feet. She only barely got to curse a shield to keep herself from ending up the same. From the corners of her eyes, she could see her lover's lifeless body. New determination took over her, and she too began cursing to kill. "Avada Kedavra!" she yelled, nostrils spread in anger, and watching her attacker go down much like her fiancé had minutes earlier.
As Finnley's killer thudded down before her with a shock of surprise at his defeat lingering on his lips, Minerva momentarily let her eyes wander to the body of her fiancé again. Lord Voldemort usually didn't leave any survivors on his way. She had seen the glow of sickening bright green connect with his chest, and had watched him fall backward eyes wide to never see again. She however, the passionate Minerva McGonagall, couldn't just accept mere hours after the couple had made love last that no longer he would smile at her, or look at her with his own passionate pair of cobalt blue eyes. That one little period of time it took Minerva to look at her lifeless fiancé, was enough for one of Voldemort's trustworthy Death Eaters to disarm her.
She then stood vulnerable before Voldemort himself and three of his followers. She quietly watched as the woman she knew was named Irma Dolchev handed over her own wand, laying it in Voldemort's open hand. He almost immediately began toying with it between his lengthy bony fingers, while keeping his gaze directed at Minerva. "Imperio!" he whispered, suddenly directing his wand at Minerva. "Come," he hissed.
Without really wanting to do it, Minerva could feel herself being dragged to Lord Voldemort. She really tried to fight it, but his curse just happened to be much too powerful. At least Minerva could get it a bit in her command, since most of the wizards or witches being under the famous Imperius curse weren't even aware of it. That realization gave her the power to fight harder against Voldemort's curse, but before she could do more, she was down onto her knees before him, much like a puppet, being orchestrated by the devil himself. The rest of the Order would be here soon enough, Minerva thought.
She really tried forcing herself not to obey as Voldemort quietly commanded for the woman to lay before him. She then squeezed her eyes shut with the effort it took to try keep her legs together while Voldemort so ordered her to open them for him. She refused, and thus Voldemort just saw no other way than torture her until Minerva no longer had the power to fight him off. This witch could be even stronger than he might have thought. She certainly would be very good as one of his Death Eaters, but then again her loyalty would never leave Dumbledore and his Order. Voldemort's teeth clenched together. "Crucio!" he hissed, and happily watched as the woman's blue eyes rolled into her head, and as she began writhing in pain.
She came by breathless, directing her eyes at the evil itself. Without wand, of course Minerva was powerless. She just had to hold this a few more minutes, until the rest of the Order had arrived. Again, she could feel herself being pushed into a position she never wanted to be in. The torture that had succeeded in rendering her breathless and slightly weaker than before, was having its effect.
She quietly shut her eyes, again forcing her legs to remain together. "I already see your paradise," Voldemort whispered, agonizingly near. That's when Minerva only realized she must have lost this fight. She could feel herself being stretched painfully as Voldemort's unwelcome manhood invaded her. Tears almost immediately threatened to rise up and roll down the surface of her cheeks. She just had lost every little bit of female dignity she must have had…but she wouldn't show it. She wouldn't make him believe that he even though his cruelty, had won. She slowly forced her eyes to open as Voldemort continued pounding inside her. Her cold blue eyes remained watching him, refusing to show any sign of defeat, or even pain for that matter.
The sounds of apparition could be heard near, and immediately after she had gotten to register Albus, this followed by the absence of Voldemort and his three remaining Death Eaters. Minerva slowly rose into an awkward sitting position, letting her eyes go over Albus as he quietly sat by her side. More sounds of apparition could be heard near, and she unconsciously began panicking. Wasn't it already worse enough Dumbledore had seen her like this?
"I'm taking you to Hogwarts," Dumbledore whispered, waiting for the woman's nod, before taking her into his embrace and raising. Albus just felt relieved that she then at least allowed his offer to aid her. She might as well have curled up much like a hedgehog at the sight of anyone – especially a man like him – near.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, before informing one of their fellow Order members named David that their enemy had fled, and Minerva first had to be taken care of at Hogwarts.
This is set at the lead-up to the First Wizarding war with Voldemort, and may give an elucidation about the bonding that existed between her and Dumbledore, and why she may have become the often bitter teacher she's seen as.
Minerva's 29.
Chapter 1
"Avada Kedavra!"
"No!" Minerva screamed, immediately turning her head to see the stream of green light, and the body of Finnley Ronan collapse at Lord Voldemort's feet. She only barely got to curse a shield to keep herself from ending up the same. From the corners of her eyes, she could see her lover's lifeless body. New determination took over her, and she too began cursing to kill. "Avada Kedavra!" she yelled, nostrils spread in anger, and watching her attacker go down much like her fiancé had minutes earlier.
As Finnley's killer thudded down before her with a shock of surprise at his defeat lingering on his lips, Minerva momentarily let her eyes wander to the body of her fiancé again. Lord Voldemort usually didn't leave any survivors on his way. She had seen the glow of sickening bright green connect with his chest, and had watched him fall backward eyes wide to never see again. She however, the passionate Minerva McGonagall, couldn't just accept mere hours after the couple had made love last that no longer he would smile at her, or look at her with his own passionate pair of cobalt blue eyes. That one little period of time it took Minerva to look at her lifeless fiancé, was enough for one of Voldemort's trustworthy Death Eaters to disarm her.
She then stood vulnerable before Voldemort himself and three of his followers. She quietly watched as the woman she knew was named Irma Dolchev handed over her own wand, laying it in Voldemort's open hand. He almost immediately began toying with it between his lengthy bony fingers, while keeping his gaze directed at Minerva. "Imperio!" he whispered, suddenly directing his wand at Minerva. "Come," he hissed.
Without really wanting to do it, Minerva could feel herself being dragged to Lord Voldemort. She really tried to fight it, but his curse just happened to be much too powerful. At least Minerva could get it a bit in her command, since most of the wizards or witches being under the famous Imperius curse weren't even aware of it. That realization gave her the power to fight harder against Voldemort's curse, but before she could do more, she was down onto her knees before him, much like a puppet, being orchestrated by the devil himself. The rest of the Order would be here soon enough, Minerva thought.
She really tried forcing herself not to obey as Voldemort quietly commanded for the woman to lay before him. She then squeezed her eyes shut with the effort it took to try keep her legs together while Voldemort so ordered her to open them for him. She refused, and thus Voldemort just saw no other way than torture her until Minerva no longer had the power to fight him off. This witch could be even stronger than he might have thought. She certainly would be very good as one of his Death Eaters, but then again her loyalty would never leave Dumbledore and his Order. Voldemort's teeth clenched together. "Crucio!" he hissed, and happily watched as the woman's blue eyes rolled into her head, and as she began writhing in pain.
She came by breathless, directing her eyes at the evil itself. Without wand, of course Minerva was powerless. She just had to hold this a few more minutes, until the rest of the Order had arrived. Again, she could feel herself being pushed into a position she never wanted to be in. The torture that had succeeded in rendering her breathless and slightly weaker than before, was having its effect.
She quietly shut her eyes, again forcing her legs to remain together. "I already see your paradise," Voldemort whispered, agonizingly near. That's when Minerva only realized she must have lost this fight. She could feel herself being stretched painfully as Voldemort's unwelcome manhood invaded her. Tears almost immediately threatened to rise up and roll down the surface of her cheeks. She just had lost every little bit of female dignity she must have had…but she wouldn't show it. She wouldn't make him believe that he even though his cruelty, had won. She slowly forced her eyes to open as Voldemort continued pounding inside her. Her cold blue eyes remained watching him, refusing to show any sign of defeat, or even pain for that matter.
The sounds of apparition could be heard near, and immediately after she had gotten to register Albus, this followed by the absence of Voldemort and his three remaining Death Eaters. Minerva slowly rose into an awkward sitting position, letting her eyes go over Albus as he quietly sat by her side. More sounds of apparition could be heard near, and she unconsciously began panicking. Wasn't it already worse enough Dumbledore had seen her like this?
"I'm taking you to Hogwarts," Dumbledore whispered, waiting for the woman's nod, before taking her into his embrace and raising. Albus just felt relieved that she then at least allowed his offer to aid her. She might as well have curled up much like a hedgehog at the sight of anyone – especially a man like him – near.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, before informing one of their fellow Order members named David that their enemy had fled, and Minerva first had to be taken care of at Hogwarts.
