Post by KayleeTonksLupin on Sept 6, 2004 22:30:28 GMT -5
She walks to school with the lunch
She packed
Nobody knows what she's
Holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress
She wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen
And lace
"A WHAT?" Minerva McGonagall's mother shouted. "A WHAT?! Just like your damned father...didn't know until ten years after I married him...and I left him so you wouldn't be the same, you freak, shame of my flesh and blood!" Anne Evans McGonagall slipped off her belt, glaring at her daughter hatefully.
Minerva bowed her head, accepting the attack, the slaps that stung her cheek and arms, the belt that whistled through the air as it met with her skin. And it hurt. It did. She had been her Muggle mother's golden child until she had gotten her Hogwarts letter. But she was determined to go.
(oh oh)
The teacher wonders but he
Doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain
Behind the mask
Bearing the burden
Of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was
Never born
Minerva had been attending Hogwarts for three years now. Albus Dumbledore felt perverted for noticing his star student's beauty. But he kept his feelings to himself, how her emerald eyes shone and sparkled. He noticed how hard she tried to prove herself, and how sad she was when it was time for the summer holidays.
Chorus:
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where
She's loved
Concrete angel
Minerva cried all the way home on the last day of fifth year. She knew what was coming and she dreaded it. But she was a Gryffindor, a Lioness, and had to stay strong. She hoped her best friend, Poppy Pomfrey, was all right; Only last year Poppy had been Petrified, and she had never been the same since. Minerva was the rock she leaned on.
"We're home, Girl," her mother's icy voice said. "Come inside, you know the drill!" Minerva shuddered, and cried herself to sleep early the next morning after a night's worth of beatings.
Somebody cries in the middle
Of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn
Out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands
Of fate
When morning comes
It'll be too late
Minerva had proved herself, thought Albus Dumbledore. Yet there was a mystery about her, as he handed the Head Girl her diploma. She had flung her arms around him and buried her face in his beard. He decided to pay her a visit the next year, to see how she was getting along.
The months passed and Minerva grew more confident in her abilities as a witch out of Hogwarts. But the fear of her mother lingered in her eyes. One day her mother came knocking at the door.
"Hello, Daughter."
"Good evening, Mother. What can I do for you?" She spoke carefully, knowing her mother was dangerous and demanded respect.
"You can...die." Anne Evans McGonagall leveled a pistol at her daughter.
"Oh, don't worry, Daughter. It isn't loaded." She struck Minerva's head with the handle of the pistol, knocking her out instantly. Then she snapped Minerva's wand in half and began beating her harder than she had ever done, causing internal bleeding. Minerva's eyes opened briefly, and she screamed. The neighbors, walking by, didn't even care. By the time Albus Dumbledore came, it was too late. His dearest love was no longer of this world.
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
Albus Dumbledore stood quietly on Minerva's grave. "I'm sorry, Tabby. I didn't know...I loved you. I still do." The memory of the shy, quiet Head Girl danced before his eyes at her funeral the year after graduation. He kissed the angel headstone softly, and turned away, crying softly for Minerva Renee McGonagall, lost to the world.
She packed
Nobody knows what she's
Holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress
She wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen
And lace
"A WHAT?" Minerva McGonagall's mother shouted. "A WHAT?! Just like your damned father...didn't know until ten years after I married him...and I left him so you wouldn't be the same, you freak, shame of my flesh and blood!" Anne Evans McGonagall slipped off her belt, glaring at her daughter hatefully.
Minerva bowed her head, accepting the attack, the slaps that stung her cheek and arms, the belt that whistled through the air as it met with her skin. And it hurt. It did. She had been her Muggle mother's golden child until she had gotten her Hogwarts letter. But she was determined to go.
(oh oh)
The teacher wonders but he
Doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain
Behind the mask
Bearing the burden
Of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was
Never born
Minerva had been attending Hogwarts for three years now. Albus Dumbledore felt perverted for noticing his star student's beauty. But he kept his feelings to himself, how her emerald eyes shone and sparkled. He noticed how hard she tried to prove herself, and how sad she was when it was time for the summer holidays.
Chorus:
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where
She's loved
Concrete angel
Minerva cried all the way home on the last day of fifth year. She knew what was coming and she dreaded it. But she was a Gryffindor, a Lioness, and had to stay strong. She hoped her best friend, Poppy Pomfrey, was all right; Only last year Poppy had been Petrified, and she had never been the same since. Minerva was the rock she leaned on.
"We're home, Girl," her mother's icy voice said. "Come inside, you know the drill!" Minerva shuddered, and cried herself to sleep early the next morning after a night's worth of beatings.
Somebody cries in the middle
Of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn
Out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands
Of fate
When morning comes
It'll be too late
Minerva had proved herself, thought Albus Dumbledore. Yet there was a mystery about her, as he handed the Head Girl her diploma. She had flung her arms around him and buried her face in his beard. He decided to pay her a visit the next year, to see how she was getting along.
The months passed and Minerva grew more confident in her abilities as a witch out of Hogwarts. But the fear of her mother lingered in her eyes. One day her mother came knocking at the door.
"Hello, Daughter."
"Good evening, Mother. What can I do for you?" She spoke carefully, knowing her mother was dangerous and demanded respect.
"You can...die." Anne Evans McGonagall leveled a pistol at her daughter.
"Oh, don't worry, Daughter. It isn't loaded." She struck Minerva's head with the handle of the pistol, knocking her out instantly. Then she snapped Minerva's wand in half and began beating her harder than she had ever done, causing internal bleeding. Minerva's eyes opened briefly, and she screamed. The neighbors, walking by, didn't even care. By the time Albus Dumbledore came, it was too late. His dearest love was no longer of this world.
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
Albus Dumbledore stood quietly on Minerva's grave. "I'm sorry, Tabby. I didn't know...I loved you. I still do." The memory of the shy, quiet Head Girl danced before his eyes at her funeral the year after graduation. He kissed the angel headstone softly, and turned away, crying softly for Minerva Renee McGonagall, lost to the world.
But what a beautiful song. Who is it from? 
Beautifully written, but just... awful....
