My December

By Pink Trident

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all of these characters EXCEPT for Raven Aqua, Barbari Presley, and Samantha Festiva. Don't sue me!!!!

FYI: Festiva means 'festive' in Latin and Barbari means 'barbaric' in Latin.

(Flame if you want, I really don't care)

My December

Prologue

Minerva McGonagall stood silently in the doorway of Cornelius Fudge's office. She cleared her throat loudly to announce her arrival. Cornelius Fudge looked up from his desk. Upon the desk was a half-written letter.
"Oh, hello Minerva. You may come in. Please sit down," Fudge said brightly. McGonagall's nostrils flared. He was acting as though he hadn't tried to kill her or her colleagues mere weeks ago.
She sat, not yet removing the hooded cloak that was covering her. Fudge stared at her for a few seconds, and then launched into making a conversation. "So, what may I do for you?" McGonagall shifted her eyes at the door, then at Fudge and back to the door again. She said crisply, "You are aware of the Dark Lord's gaining followers." It was more of a statement than a question. Fudge's eyes also gazed the open door, as if the Dark Lord himself was listening to their conversation. "Yes, I am. Is He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named gaining power?" he asked nonchalantly. However, McGonagall was not a stupid person. Fudge was prying. She answered as carefully as possible. "So we assume. No one is sure. But with more followers, the answer is probably yes." There was a long pause. Fudge shifted uncomfortably. The he asked, "How is...er...Potter?" McGonagall's nostrils flared yet again. "He is 16 now, Cornelius, and hardly a child any more. As much as I know, he is perfectly fine." Then, an image fluttered in her mind. // "Stupid ---woman!" Vernon Dursley yelled, staggering towards his wife. Petunia whimpered, clutching Dudley. Harry stood between his aunt and uncle. He had a black and blue bruise on his face. "Move out of the way, boy!" Vernon yelled at Harry, and he threw a bottle at him. The bottle hit Harry square in the face and he screamed...//

"Yes, yes," Fudge said, not noticing the look of horror on McGonagall's face. McGonagall stood. "I have to leave. There's a staff meeting in 5 minutes." She Apparated to 12 Grimmauld Place.