A/N Decided to give up eternity. Although if you want me to carry on then
email me.
This first chapter is kind of a flash back. Its set when Minerva's 25.
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter,
Prologue
Minerva lay tangled in the white sheet. Her dark hair contrasting with her pale skin.
She rolled over and spread out an arm as if reaching for someone, as the sheet exposed more of her naked flesh. She slowly opened her eyes and realised the person she was reaching for wasn't there. She sat up. The room was empty apart from her belongings. She stood up and wrapped her gown around her body.
She walked down the passage and into the kitchen. Nobody was there. She listened. She could here no movement in the house. Victoria! Her 3 month old daughters name popped into her head. She sprinted up the stairs. The cradle was empty.
"Vicky?" she called out desperately.
She looked out the window franticly. The early morning sun peeked over the green grass of the farm. She sprinted back downstairs and out the house.
"Brian? Victoria?" Her voice drifted through the fence scattered hills.
She stumbled around to the back of the house. The car was gone.
She turned and spotted a piece of parchment rolled up and tied with ribbon.
Dear Minerva
When you find this Victoria and I will have left.
Maybe we will meet again…but I hope we don't.
I could never face you again.
None of this is your fault. It is mine.
Yours sincerely
Brian
REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please. ^-^
This first chapter is kind of a flash back. Its set when Minerva's 25.
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter,
Prologue
Minerva lay tangled in the white sheet. Her dark hair contrasting with her pale skin.
She rolled over and spread out an arm as if reaching for someone, as the sheet exposed more of her naked flesh. She slowly opened her eyes and realised the person she was reaching for wasn't there. She sat up. The room was empty apart from her belongings. She stood up and wrapped her gown around her body.
She walked down the passage and into the kitchen. Nobody was there. She listened. She could here no movement in the house. Victoria! Her 3 month old daughters name popped into her head. She sprinted up the stairs. The cradle was empty.
"Vicky?" she called out desperately.
She looked out the window franticly. The early morning sun peeked over the green grass of the farm. She sprinted back downstairs and out the house.
"Brian? Victoria?" Her voice drifted through the fence scattered hills.
She stumbled around to the back of the house. The car was gone.
She turned and spotted a piece of parchment rolled up and tied with ribbon.
Dear Minerva
When you find this Victoria and I will have left.
Maybe we will meet again…but I hope we don't.
I could never face you again.
None of this is your fault. It is mine.
Yours sincerely
Brian
REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please. ^-^