Post by MinnieQuill on Dec 7, 2006 4:41:28 GMT -5
Stars
Summary:- She will wait and she will take her revenge. Of that he should be certain
There, out in the darkness
A fugitive running
Fallen from grace
Fallen from grace
God be my witness
I never shall yield
Till we come face to face
Till we come face to face
Minerva McGonagall stared out at the wide expanse of sky from the astronomy tower. From her high vantage point she could pretend to see Severus Snape’s skulking figure as he attempted to slip into Hogwarts unseen. Her hand roved unbidden into her robe pocket and gripped her wand tightly. 15 inches, oak with a dragon heart string. It was longer than was usual for a witch but then again Minerva McGonagall was no ordinary witch. She was the pillar of strength that kept Hogwarts together after they had lost their symbol of hope. After she had lost her husband.
He knows his way in the dark
Mine is the way of the Lord
And those who follow the path of the righteous
Shall have their reward
And if they fall
As Lucifer fell
The flame
The sword!
Severus Snape was cunning and intelligent; that was a fact she would never try to rebut; but he lacked one thing. The foresight to see that he would soon incur the wrath of the woman whose magic had been intensified when her soul mate was taken from her. This wasn’t the type of magic that a flick of a wand could bring; rather it was the magic that let anger overcome one until they changed into a battle-hardened warrior who held no mercy.
Stars
In your multitudes
Scarce to be counted
Filling the darkness
With order and light
You are the sentinels
Silent and sure
Keeping watch in the night
Keeping watch in the night
She thrust her face upward and stared into the starry expanse of sky. They twinkled above her; a sharp contrast to the black of the sky that matched her hair. If she let herself a tear would escape unbidden from her eyes as the stars twinkled in a manner reminiscent of her now deceased husband. But she could not let herself cry; not until she had avenged him.
You know your place in the sky
You hold your course and your aim
And each in your season
Returns and returns
And is always the same
And if you fall as Lucifer fell
You fall in flame!
She did not intend to return from the battle without knowing she had killed him. If she had to dodge hexes and curses from all directions she would do so. If she was felled by a killing curse she would choose the life of a ghost and haunt his existence. She would stop at nothing and no one; no one would prevent her from fulfilling her goal. It was ironic really; the fair McGonagall reduced to a battle-hardened harpy. She would wager that not even Sybil Trelawney would think of that scenario.
And so it has been and so it is written
On the doorway to paradise
That those who falter and those who fall
Must pay the price!
She had never trusted Snape with his beetle-black eyes but she had acknowledged that Albus did and let the matter lie. She could never fully express who much she regretted that choice. If she had told Albus of her suspicions and forced him to reconsider his decision everything would have been different. Harry wouldn’t be facing Voldemort, yes Voldemort, she could say his name now that she hated someone more than him, alone without the guiding hand of Albus Dumbledore. He had her but she knew that it wasn’t the same.
She had seen the way that the Order averted their eyes from hers whenever anyone said Snape’s name in her presence. She was well aware that her emerald eyes turned black and glinted with hatred. And she was equally aware that no one quite knew what to say to her. So they left her alone. She may have been their leader; she had naturally taken over from Albus; but no one offered platitudes. They only showed slight fear.
Lord let me find him
That I may see him
Safe behind bars
I will never rest
Till then
This I swear
This I swear by the stars!
Minerva looked downward at the Hogwart’s grounds and her eyes roved the glassy surface of the lake. The stars were reflected in the still water though the soft ripples distorted the image somewhat. If she looked hard enough she fancied she could see herself standing alone in the tower. A woman who had the world weary posture of someone who had lost everything dear to her. A woman whose jet-black hair fluttered against her face from where it had fallen from the tight restraint of its customary bun. A woman whose eyes held no chance of redemption.
She turned so her back was facing the window and strode across the small stone room. Her heels clicked against the hard floor as she walked down the spiraling stair case back toward her chambers. As the stairs leveled out she glanced out the window and gave a grim smile. Revenge may be a sin but it was one she was willing to make. The stars glittered overhead and her eyes narrowed as they shone brilliantly above her. She would not bask in their splendor until she had exacted revenge on the man who had taken the life of another whose eyes were akin to fiery orbs. She turned her attention to the darkened hallway in front of her and continued her solitary journey. She was soon engulfed in the darkness that seemed an apt representation of her soul. Revenge after all was dark and she was its embodiment.
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