Post by mcgonagall4eva on Jan 1, 2013 7:04:55 GMT -5
I didn't know where to put this so I put it here 
but in other news, I've decided to out some of my stories from here on FF.net, but I will keep posting here 
So if you see any stories tht are the same as the ones I post here, that'll be why. Oh and my name there is Thehopefulbluebird. I hope you enjoy this fic.
“Tell me where Potter is now!” screamed the voice of a frizzy haired, crazy witch.
“No,” McGonagall panted, “No!”
McGonagall crawled backwards quickly alongside Dumbledore. Suddenly McGonagall’s hand slipped and she fell on her back, Dumbledore grabbed her hand and pulled. Her other hand got grazed but she was just glad she was a little safer. So here they were in a courtyard where nobody knew what was going on; here they were along with that psychopathic woman.
“Crucio!” she yelled, “Tell me!”
A high pitched scream escaped Minerva McGonagall’s mouth whilst Dumbledore squeezed his eyes shut in every effort to block out the pain.
“Hush now Minerva,” comforted Dumbledore as he took her into his arms but even he had liquid pain running down his cheeks, “We’ll get through this. I promise.”
“I still don’t understand why we’re here Harry,” exclaimed Hermione whilst speed walking through one of the bridges in Hogwarts, “Dumbledore put you under the protection of the Order because you were in danger; by being here you’re throwing his concern back in his face.”
“She’s right mate,” Ron shrugged, “He only did it for a good reason, we shouldn’t be here.”
“Look, I know something’s wrong, don’t ask me how, I just do,” argued Harry.
“Oh my-,”exclaimed Hermione, putting her hand to her mouth.
“That scream,” continued Ron, “That’s McGonagall.”
“Run,” ordered Harry, “We must run.”
Dumbledore put his hand on McGonagall’s face.
“What in heavens?” she asked, though still in pain.
“I don’t want to die a liar; Minerva McGonagall, I love you.”
Minerva whispered, “These aren’t just tears of pain, they’re tears of joy now too.”
“I mean it, tell me!” screamed Bellatrix once more, “Crucio!”
But they didn’t care, they held each other and kissed; a kiss full of love and devotion, of passion and pain. Then they broke apart, the pain was getting unbearable; it was too much for Minerva, she went limp and fell, wailing, into Dumbledore’s arms once more.
“Crucio!” yelled Harry.
“Oh you’ll have to do better than that,” cackled Bellatrix, “I’m stronger than these two old pieces of filth!”
“Crucio!” he yelled again, “Crucio, crucio, crucio!”
Bellatrix fell to the ground, clutching her head.
“Arghhh!” she screamed, but she didn’t give in; she lifted her wand once more, pointing it at McGonagall and Dumbledore, “Ava-”
Harry cut her off, “Avada kedavra.”
“Harry!” Hermione squealed distressingly.
Even Ron looked away, “Mate, I…”
McGonagall looked up, the pain had stopped yet she was awfully sad; she mourned Harry’s innocents.
“Why my dear?” she finally asked, “Why kill her?”
“She was going to kill you both and I panicked,” he admitted. He looked at his feet, ashamed of what he’d just done. “I didn’t want her to kill my parents.”
“Are you okay?” asked Dumbledore gently, “You do know your parents are dead, don’t you?”
“Not when you two are around they’re not,” he said while lifting his head shyly.
I did write a little more with some ADMM fluffiness but I think the story works best when stopped here. I hope you enjoyed, if you did please leave a comment; it’s really encouraging. Bye
but in other news, I've decided to out some of my stories from here on FF.net, but I will keep posting here 
So if you see any stories tht are the same as the ones I post here, that'll be why. Oh and my name there is Thehopefulbluebird. I hope you enjoy this fic. “Tell me where Potter is now!” screamed the voice of a frizzy haired, crazy witch.
“No,” McGonagall panted, “No!”
McGonagall crawled backwards quickly alongside Dumbledore. Suddenly McGonagall’s hand slipped and she fell on her back, Dumbledore grabbed her hand and pulled. Her other hand got grazed but she was just glad she was a little safer. So here they were in a courtyard where nobody knew what was going on; here they were along with that psychopathic woman.
“Crucio!” she yelled, “Tell me!”
A high pitched scream escaped Minerva McGonagall’s mouth whilst Dumbledore squeezed his eyes shut in every effort to block out the pain.
“Hush now Minerva,” comforted Dumbledore as he took her into his arms but even he had liquid pain running down his cheeks, “We’ll get through this. I promise.”
“I still don’t understand why we’re here Harry,” exclaimed Hermione whilst speed walking through one of the bridges in Hogwarts, “Dumbledore put you under the protection of the Order because you were in danger; by being here you’re throwing his concern back in his face.”
“She’s right mate,” Ron shrugged, “He only did it for a good reason, we shouldn’t be here.”
“Look, I know something’s wrong, don’t ask me how, I just do,” argued Harry.
“Oh my-,”exclaimed Hermione, putting her hand to her mouth.
“That scream,” continued Ron, “That’s McGonagall.”
“Run,” ordered Harry, “We must run.”
Dumbledore put his hand on McGonagall’s face.
“What in heavens?” she asked, though still in pain.
“I don’t want to die a liar; Minerva McGonagall, I love you.”
Minerva whispered, “These aren’t just tears of pain, they’re tears of joy now too.”
“I mean it, tell me!” screamed Bellatrix once more, “Crucio!”
But they didn’t care, they held each other and kissed; a kiss full of love and devotion, of passion and pain. Then they broke apart, the pain was getting unbearable; it was too much for Minerva, she went limp and fell, wailing, into Dumbledore’s arms once more.
“Crucio!” yelled Harry.
“Oh you’ll have to do better than that,” cackled Bellatrix, “I’m stronger than these two old pieces of filth!”
“Crucio!” he yelled again, “Crucio, crucio, crucio!”
Bellatrix fell to the ground, clutching her head.
“Arghhh!” she screamed, but she didn’t give in; she lifted her wand once more, pointing it at McGonagall and Dumbledore, “Ava-”
Harry cut her off, “Avada kedavra.”
“Harry!” Hermione squealed distressingly.
Even Ron looked away, “Mate, I…”
McGonagall looked up, the pain had stopped yet she was awfully sad; she mourned Harry’s innocents.
“Why my dear?” she finally asked, “Why kill her?”
“She was going to kill you both and I panicked,” he admitted. He looked at his feet, ashamed of what he’d just done. “I didn’t want her to kill my parents.”
“Are you okay?” asked Dumbledore gently, “You do know your parents are dead, don’t you?”
“Not when you two are around they’re not,” he said while lifting his head shyly.
I did write a little more with some ADMM fluffiness but I think the story works best when stopped here. I hope you enjoyed, if you did please leave a comment; it’s really encouraging. Bye