I only own Michelle

Dinner Anger

Lying on my stomach listening to the rain falling hard outside, I didn't hear the door creak open, nor did I hear footsteps walk across the dusty floorboards. If I had, perhaps I would not have jumped as much when someone sat down next to me and put their soft hand on the small of my back.

"HOLY!"

"It's okay, no need to be scared."

Breathing deeply, trying to regain my composure, the thunder roared causing me to shriek and bury my face in the mattress.
"Shh. Its okay nothing's going to happen to you. I promise." Minerva McGonagall said calmly rubbing my back. "The rain is stopping, no need for tears."

Had anyone that did not know about Minerva and I walked in, they would have thought she cracked. By being comforting and loving, everything but her usual self.

"Michelle, Mrs. Weasley asked me to come get you for supper, let's go."

"Just let me have one minute okay?"

"Of course love."

Getting up and going to the washroom I wash my hands and face, and then come out.

"Okay I'm ready."

"Good, let's go."

Walking down the stairs to the kitchen my eyes stayed on the floor. Sitting down next to Minerva for supper, I had Remus Lupin sitting across from me. Normally I had no issues with Lupin, but recent events changed this. It was on a night very much like tonight, before the war was over. Lupin, Minerva, my mother and others were fighting the death eaters and Voldemort. Lupin was being attacked by Bellatrix, as his wife had just given birth to a son my mother pushed him out of the way to safety. That night the ones who returned to headquarters were Lupin, Minerva, and Mr. & Mrs. Weasley. I remember sitting at the top of the stairs waiting for them to get back, when they arrived Lupin looked up at me and shook his head. I ran into my room and threw myself on my bed crying.

"Michelle" a voice echoed.

"Michelle" followed by a nudge. "Mrs. Weasley was trying to say something to you."

"I'm sorry I just wasn't here Mrs. Weasley."

"That's alright dear; I was just wondering if you would pass the potatoes?"

I pick up the bowl and pass them to her. As I push my food around my plate, Minerva leans over and whispers "Are you okay doll?"

All I can do is nod then I say, "May I be excused?"

Once excused I make my way to the library and sit in one of the chairs facing the window to the back.

"Minerva, I'm worried about her, is she okay?"

"She will be Molly, just give her time."