Post by Bola on Aug 27, 2011 16:27:32 GMT -5
J.K. Rowling’s nonsensically changed Minerva’s birth year, from 1925 to 1935 – I know… I, however, act like I don’t for the sake of this piece.
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I
No one ever knew that Minerva McGonagall had had quite a role in Grindelwald’s defeat in 1945. However, she had… even though of course, he had gone down under Albus’ magical superiority in the end.
Minerva McGonagall had loved and lost in war as well as many others, and even though her age… the younger Gryffindor had coped… admirably, and that particular fact had left Albus Dumbledore with possibly even more respect for the girl… that had later become his successor as a Professor in Transfiguration, then the Head of Gryffindor House and Deputy Headmistress. There had been a reason why she had left the Ministry after two years only…
Minerva McGonagall was such a very remarkable witch and woman, even thought it might be hard to believe at that moment. She seemed so very… fragile, her countenance barely contrasting with the too white sheets upon the single hospital bed.
He regretted being unable to sit openly by her side, due to the situation with Umbridge… who had driven him from the chair of the Headmaster and taken his position… even though Hogwarts itself had not quite agreed. He truly hated pulling his magic to himself to become invisible only to sit by the side of the witch he loved. It shouldn’t have had to be that way. He sighed.
He never would forgive that poor excuse of a woman for that what her little followers from the Ministry had done to his beloved Minerva… He just hoped she would make it because from the shards of conversation Albus had caught earlier when Poppy Pomfrey had been there, it did not look very good, and it seemed as if they doubted about whether or not she even would make it through the night. He knew that if she didn’t make it, he would quite happily rot into Azkaban for that what he would do to Dolores Umbridge after that. Albus Dumbledore was usually calm and such in his manners, but once you actually harmed his loved ones, you hurt him just as well… and you would regret it. Gone would be the glimmer in his vivid blue eyes, replaced by cold fury.
Albus was grateful enough for Poppy having thought of him, having sent a neatly worded Patronus informing him of what had happened. Poppy Pomfrey was one of the few who knew how close they were and how rare it actually was for either one of them to confide into another as they did in each other. Seeing her lying there was pure torture. He quietly sat down on the edge of the bed and lay his invisible hand down on her pale one. Nothing changed, and somehow Albus hadn’t anticipated it, even though he of course wished it. “Oh Minerva…” he whispered.
He bowed his head and thought of the least time he had seen her laying in a hospital bed, the same kind of despair as then curling around his heart and tightening… clamping down… Minerva McGonagall had been barely twenty years old when she had been stripped from nearly all innocence she had had… and he… had witnessed…
He had been stupid… so stupid… One unguarded little moment had been enough to fall into the trap that Gellert had set for him. Gellert Grindelwald had been his very best companion… once upon a time and knew his manners: his strengths and his weaknesses altogether. From the moment word had fallen Albus Dumbledore himself had left the confines of Hogwarts Castle to go look for the enemy, Gellert had waited… He had merely waited, having left an invitation for Albus. Gellert Grindelwald hadn’t even tried to hide, for he knew that by the same token Albus Dumbledore knew his style just as well and would possibly find him either way in the end. Grindelwald had gone by the belief that if they would ever meet, he would be the one leaving the duel that was sure to follow as the winner. Maybe he would actually have if it hadn’t been for Minerva.
Grindelwald hadn’t wanted to fight at first, but had wanted to convince his old pal from half a century therefore to join him in the run to power again, for of course with the two of them together there was no other alternative but to obtain. They could be great together...
Gellert had had the upper hand all the time in the relationship/companionship, mainly by abusing the fact that he knew Albus loved him… and had given him… his body… to convince him he loved him in return when he really hadn’t… never had… Grindelwald, like Voldemort was a type of person that found it hard to believe there was actually worse than physical pain and at the very same time a body was nothing but a body to him… basically meaningless. Grindelwald had known that others were stupid enough to value emotion higher than the physical, had abused that fact. Physical connection sometimes lead to an even stronger one emotionally. That had been so in their case when Grindelwald had accepted him intimately and had returned those favors.
Albus Dumbledore secretly had a weakness for everyone that had seemed to get him and had seemed to want him… There had just never been a woman… until then, at least. Falling once or twice for one of the same gender really didn’t make one gay entirely. Curiosity and boyish foolishness and the desire to be loved by anyone did not make you gay and incapable of loving a woman.
Gellert had had him locked up into the dungeon of the mansion where he remained for the time being – he had often travelled. He had really thought that it would make Albus more pliable in the end, but Albus Dumbledore had changed much more than he might have believed in those forty-six years… He had no longer been the naïve boy from then. Grindelwald had been sadly mistaken, even though he had so strongly believed he would in the end give either way as more innocent died on his rise for might… Albus was a person who thought of others’ welfare highly, and thus maybe he would have achieved had it not been for Minerva McGonagall…
It had never been his intention to let Albus die, though. He himself had offered one glass of water and one slice of stale bread every day at nightfall in the four days that Albus had been imprisoned in the mansion.
A sigh escaped Albus’ lips as his eyes fell upon her closed eyelids, her loose graying hair spilling beside her face on the pillow. It had still been pure ebony that day… the fourth day since Albus had run full force into Gellert’s trap… when she had suddenly joined him…
Albus quietly sat down on his knees by the whimpering mass on the cold floor. The younger woman that had been taken to join him in the dungeon was seemingly in a lot of pain caused by undoubtedly many injuries and was barely conscious. He wasn’t as stupid so as not to believe she must have been cursed by Unforgiveable Curses. The Cruciatus was sadly one of Gellert’s and his cronies’ favorites… and especially on women of her age… sometimes even a little younger.
He reached for her slowly, unsure whether a touch would be actually warranted. He didn’t really know what she had been through already, even though she was obviously injured. He didn’t know who she was or how she had gotten captured or why, but there must be something particular about her… a reason why she had been kept alive and had not been murdered on the spot.
“Please… don’t,” Minerva whispered, as if actually feeling his hand near. She couldn’t possibly have seen it in the darkness of the cell. Maybe it merely was intuition, considering most tended to feel the urge to reach over and touch the other in that situation: hold them, comfort them…
“Minerva?”
From the moment those words had left her mouth, Albus had known. Minerva had replied him in a tone that had momentarily made him wonder whether she actually hadn’t known whom he was. Albus had never actually found it had been the particular smell of sandalwood which she had long associated with him that had given him away. “Yes, Professor.”
Albus Dumbledore truly hated the innocent being hurt and certainly when those innocent were former pupils of his… formerly under his care. It made him feel guiltier. His heart had sunk upon those two words of confirmation and had resolved even more to stay there with each second passing in which the truth uneasily penetrated… and in which Minerva had told him about her having gotten captured upon arriving home from the Ministry, having found both her mother and father motionless, just like both of her younger brothers.
No new information on Grindelwald had been found in quite a while already – mere days – and the Minister himself had sent them all personally home until more news would come upon how to find Grindelwald, a bunch of his cronies… or him, everyone by then having suspected already that Grindelwald must have caught him.
Her coming home had been unanticipated considering up until then with the deaths and raids and… she had basically been at the Ministry 24/z for the past two weeks, occasionally sending owls home just to inform one another they were all right. They hadn’t doubted long, though… Minerva had admitted to having been cursed and to Grindelwald himself having told her that those who had chosen to take her to him, her name famous as one of the best pupils Hogwarts had known, would be rewarded royally. He had ordered them to take her down to his other guest until he was… ready to get to know her a little better and more intimately.
Minerva McGonagall wasn’t stupid. She had immediately known what it would possibly mean. Her voice had choked upon saying it. He himself had known from the very moment the words had left her lips, too.
His vivid blue eyes remained glue to her face. She was still beautiful, even though the laughter lines and gray… She had been even more so the day when her innocence had been stripped from her… by him…
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I
No one ever knew that Minerva McGonagall had had quite a role in Grindelwald’s defeat in 1945. However, she had… even though of course, he had gone down under Albus’ magical superiority in the end.
Minerva McGonagall had loved and lost in war as well as many others, and even though her age… the younger Gryffindor had coped… admirably, and that particular fact had left Albus Dumbledore with possibly even more respect for the girl… that had later become his successor as a Professor in Transfiguration, then the Head of Gryffindor House and Deputy Headmistress. There had been a reason why she had left the Ministry after two years only…
Minerva McGonagall was such a very remarkable witch and woman, even thought it might be hard to believe at that moment. She seemed so very… fragile, her countenance barely contrasting with the too white sheets upon the single hospital bed.
He regretted being unable to sit openly by her side, due to the situation with Umbridge… who had driven him from the chair of the Headmaster and taken his position… even though Hogwarts itself had not quite agreed. He truly hated pulling his magic to himself to become invisible only to sit by the side of the witch he loved. It shouldn’t have had to be that way. He sighed.
He never would forgive that poor excuse of a woman for that what her little followers from the Ministry had done to his beloved Minerva… He just hoped she would make it because from the shards of conversation Albus had caught earlier when Poppy Pomfrey had been there, it did not look very good, and it seemed as if they doubted about whether or not she even would make it through the night. He knew that if she didn’t make it, he would quite happily rot into Azkaban for that what he would do to Dolores Umbridge after that. Albus Dumbledore was usually calm and such in his manners, but once you actually harmed his loved ones, you hurt him just as well… and you would regret it. Gone would be the glimmer in his vivid blue eyes, replaced by cold fury.
Albus was grateful enough for Poppy having thought of him, having sent a neatly worded Patronus informing him of what had happened. Poppy Pomfrey was one of the few who knew how close they were and how rare it actually was for either one of them to confide into another as they did in each other. Seeing her lying there was pure torture. He quietly sat down on the edge of the bed and lay his invisible hand down on her pale one. Nothing changed, and somehow Albus hadn’t anticipated it, even though he of course wished it. “Oh Minerva…” he whispered.
He bowed his head and thought of the least time he had seen her laying in a hospital bed, the same kind of despair as then curling around his heart and tightening… clamping down… Minerva McGonagall had been barely twenty years old when she had been stripped from nearly all innocence she had had… and he… had witnessed…
He had been stupid… so stupid… One unguarded little moment had been enough to fall into the trap that Gellert had set for him. Gellert Grindelwald had been his very best companion… once upon a time and knew his manners: his strengths and his weaknesses altogether. From the moment word had fallen Albus Dumbledore himself had left the confines of Hogwarts Castle to go look for the enemy, Gellert had waited… He had merely waited, having left an invitation for Albus. Gellert Grindelwald hadn’t even tried to hide, for he knew that by the same token Albus Dumbledore knew his style just as well and would possibly find him either way in the end. Grindelwald had gone by the belief that if they would ever meet, he would be the one leaving the duel that was sure to follow as the winner. Maybe he would actually have if it hadn’t been for Minerva.
Grindelwald hadn’t wanted to fight at first, but had wanted to convince his old pal from half a century therefore to join him in the run to power again, for of course with the two of them together there was no other alternative but to obtain. They could be great together...
Gellert had had the upper hand all the time in the relationship/companionship, mainly by abusing the fact that he knew Albus loved him… and had given him… his body… to convince him he loved him in return when he really hadn’t… never had… Grindelwald, like Voldemort was a type of person that found it hard to believe there was actually worse than physical pain and at the very same time a body was nothing but a body to him… basically meaningless. Grindelwald had known that others were stupid enough to value emotion higher than the physical, had abused that fact. Physical connection sometimes lead to an even stronger one emotionally. That had been so in their case when Grindelwald had accepted him intimately and had returned those favors.
Albus Dumbledore secretly had a weakness for everyone that had seemed to get him and had seemed to want him… There had just never been a woman… until then, at least. Falling once or twice for one of the same gender really didn’t make one gay entirely. Curiosity and boyish foolishness and the desire to be loved by anyone did not make you gay and incapable of loving a woman.
Gellert had had him locked up into the dungeon of the mansion where he remained for the time being – he had often travelled. He had really thought that it would make Albus more pliable in the end, but Albus Dumbledore had changed much more than he might have believed in those forty-six years… He had no longer been the naïve boy from then. Grindelwald had been sadly mistaken, even though he had so strongly believed he would in the end give either way as more innocent died on his rise for might… Albus was a person who thought of others’ welfare highly, and thus maybe he would have achieved had it not been for Minerva McGonagall…
It had never been his intention to let Albus die, though. He himself had offered one glass of water and one slice of stale bread every day at nightfall in the four days that Albus had been imprisoned in the mansion.
A sigh escaped Albus’ lips as his eyes fell upon her closed eyelids, her loose graying hair spilling beside her face on the pillow. It had still been pure ebony that day… the fourth day since Albus had run full force into Gellert’s trap… when she had suddenly joined him…
Albus quietly sat down on his knees by the whimpering mass on the cold floor. The younger woman that had been taken to join him in the dungeon was seemingly in a lot of pain caused by undoubtedly many injuries and was barely conscious. He wasn’t as stupid so as not to believe she must have been cursed by Unforgiveable Curses. The Cruciatus was sadly one of Gellert’s and his cronies’ favorites… and especially on women of her age… sometimes even a little younger.
He reached for her slowly, unsure whether a touch would be actually warranted. He didn’t really know what she had been through already, even though she was obviously injured. He didn’t know who she was or how she had gotten captured or why, but there must be something particular about her… a reason why she had been kept alive and had not been murdered on the spot.
“Please… don’t,” Minerva whispered, as if actually feeling his hand near. She couldn’t possibly have seen it in the darkness of the cell. Maybe it merely was intuition, considering most tended to feel the urge to reach over and touch the other in that situation: hold them, comfort them…
“Minerva?”
From the moment those words had left her mouth, Albus had known. Minerva had replied him in a tone that had momentarily made him wonder whether she actually hadn’t known whom he was. Albus had never actually found it had been the particular smell of sandalwood which she had long associated with him that had given him away. “Yes, Professor.”
Albus Dumbledore truly hated the innocent being hurt and certainly when those innocent were former pupils of his… formerly under his care. It made him feel guiltier. His heart had sunk upon those two words of confirmation and had resolved even more to stay there with each second passing in which the truth uneasily penetrated… and in which Minerva had told him about her having gotten captured upon arriving home from the Ministry, having found both her mother and father motionless, just like both of her younger brothers.
No new information on Grindelwald had been found in quite a while already – mere days – and the Minister himself had sent them all personally home until more news would come upon how to find Grindelwald, a bunch of his cronies… or him, everyone by then having suspected already that Grindelwald must have caught him.
Her coming home had been unanticipated considering up until then with the deaths and raids and… she had basically been at the Ministry 24/z for the past two weeks, occasionally sending owls home just to inform one another they were all right. They hadn’t doubted long, though… Minerva had admitted to having been cursed and to Grindelwald himself having told her that those who had chosen to take her to him, her name famous as one of the best pupils Hogwarts had known, would be rewarded royally. He had ordered them to take her down to his other guest until he was… ready to get to know her a little better and more intimately.
Minerva McGonagall wasn’t stupid. She had immediately known what it would possibly mean. Her voice had choked upon saying it. He himself had known from the very moment the words had left her lips, too.
His vivid blue eyes remained glue to her face. She was still beautiful, even though the laughter lines and gray… She had been even more so the day when her innocence had been stripped from her… by him…
