**A/N: This is just my imagination working here, nothing dumb or Mary-Sue
implied (Although I did have to wing it with a few names of the professors.
Hehee! Also, my McGonagall may be a bit OOC in the beginning, and come to
think of it, Snape is probably the same, but frankly, I don't care. I never
really liked imagining her as a strict old maid, personally. The same with
Snape and his "Grrrr I'm a meanie, leave me alone" act. Maybe around the
students, but not the teachers.) Heh heh, but it's about time I wrote
something, don't you agree? Kay, I'm done blabbering, so enjoy!!! Oh, and
review if you want to! So sorry the first chapter is extremely short
though. I promise they will get longer! Toodaloo!
Disclaimer: It's not mine, and if it were, I'd envy myself.. harr.
"Oh, how could this have happened?" Minerva McGonagall thought to herself, rushing to the staff room to break the news to her fellow professors.
A student, taken down to die in the Chamber of Secrets. Trapped forever. But not just a student, a Gryffindor. Her Gryffindor. One of her precious Gryffindors.
Although Minerva wasn't half as bad as say, a one, Severus Snape, she did feel a little more compassion and understanding toward a Gryffindor than any other house. And she did gloat a bit at the end-of-term staff parties when Gryffindor won the House Cup (which almost didn't happen last year, and would have resulted in Severus yet again gaining bragging rights about Slytherin, had Albus not intervened at the last moment. But no matter the case, she was just as guilty at favoritism as Meredith or Filius.)
But it also wasn't just one of her Gryffindors, but little Ginny Weasley. The poor thing. Minerva was devastated over the whole ordeal, and allowed a tear to slip from her eyes. If she reacted like this, then good Merlin, how would Arthur and Molly react to all of this?! With these thoughts, she stepped into the staff room, which became immediately silent, to break the news to her collegues.
* * * *
Slytherin..
Walking down to the Slytherin Common Room, Severus Snape pondered over the news his friend and former professor had told him a bit earlier. Ginny Weasley, the small, timid, defenseless little girl who had never hurt anyone in her entire life, dead. Captured by a terrifying monster to rot in a dark chamber for the rest of eternity.
"If only we knew where the entrance was!" Snape thought to himself. He couldn't say that he was unable to go on living when he learned of this whole situation, but he really was quite saddened by all of it. No one, child or adult, Slytherin or Gryffindor, or anyone should ever have to go through something like this.
"Her poor family," he thought. Then, "Ugh! Did I just say that about the Weasleys?! Oh well, it's true, I guess.."
"Hello," he said, stepping into his old familiar Common Room. "There has been an-incident-involving a first year student and the Chamber of Secrets. You are to stay here, not to leave for whatever the reason. This includes all prefects. If I find out any one of you has disobeyed me, your great- grandchildren will still be serving your detentions. The school will most likely close; so do prepare your things for an early release. That is all, I must go. I will be back within an hour to check on you. If there is an emergency, send an owl. It will know where to find me." He said to them, and walked back out. Indeed, Minerva did request that they return to the staff room as soon as possible.
"On second thought," he mused, "maybe I will run upstairs to see Poppy about a headache. No doubt that idiotic, pathetic excuse for a man, monkey's ass Lockhart is still there, and if provoked, I'm likely to hit him. Heh heh," he added to himself, "Monkey's ass. I'll have to tell that one to Minerva."
He and Minerva had been having a year-long contest to see who could come up with the funniest and rudest insult to say to Professor Lockhart. He still hadn't caught on. Severus believed Minerva was still winning though, when she found an old book in the library of, he couldn't believe it, pirate insults, which she had immediately picked through and discovered the best one: "Go walk the PLONK ye scurvy tub o-lard...Give 'im twenty lashes o' the Cat!"
They had spent hours in front of the staff room fire, in absolute hysterics over the whole thing. Yes, those were good times. There were a lot of things he was going to miss about this place, should it really close, and close for good.
Suddenly, Severus Snape grinned a huge grin, thinking of his and Minerva's contest, and how thick Lockhart was being about the whole thing. A random thought passed through his mind, of a toothless Gilderoy Lockhart rolling on the floor and he, Severus Snape, triumphantly smirking above him. Oh, if only life was that good.
"He could say goodbye to that Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award of his. Yes, if only," he muttered to himself. "If only.."
With that, Severus Snape headed upstairs.
Disclaimer: It's not mine, and if it were, I'd envy myself.. harr.
"Oh, how could this have happened?" Minerva McGonagall thought to herself, rushing to the staff room to break the news to her fellow professors.
A student, taken down to die in the Chamber of Secrets. Trapped forever. But not just a student, a Gryffindor. Her Gryffindor. One of her precious Gryffindors.
Although Minerva wasn't half as bad as say, a one, Severus Snape, she did feel a little more compassion and understanding toward a Gryffindor than any other house. And she did gloat a bit at the end-of-term staff parties when Gryffindor won the House Cup (which almost didn't happen last year, and would have resulted in Severus yet again gaining bragging rights about Slytherin, had Albus not intervened at the last moment. But no matter the case, she was just as guilty at favoritism as Meredith or Filius.)
But it also wasn't just one of her Gryffindors, but little Ginny Weasley. The poor thing. Minerva was devastated over the whole ordeal, and allowed a tear to slip from her eyes. If she reacted like this, then good Merlin, how would Arthur and Molly react to all of this?! With these thoughts, she stepped into the staff room, which became immediately silent, to break the news to her collegues.
* * * *
Slytherin..
Walking down to the Slytherin Common Room, Severus Snape pondered over the news his friend and former professor had told him a bit earlier. Ginny Weasley, the small, timid, defenseless little girl who had never hurt anyone in her entire life, dead. Captured by a terrifying monster to rot in a dark chamber for the rest of eternity.
"If only we knew where the entrance was!" Snape thought to himself. He couldn't say that he was unable to go on living when he learned of this whole situation, but he really was quite saddened by all of it. No one, child or adult, Slytherin or Gryffindor, or anyone should ever have to go through something like this.
"Her poor family," he thought. Then, "Ugh! Did I just say that about the Weasleys?! Oh well, it's true, I guess.."
"Hello," he said, stepping into his old familiar Common Room. "There has been an-incident-involving a first year student and the Chamber of Secrets. You are to stay here, not to leave for whatever the reason. This includes all prefects. If I find out any one of you has disobeyed me, your great- grandchildren will still be serving your detentions. The school will most likely close; so do prepare your things for an early release. That is all, I must go. I will be back within an hour to check on you. If there is an emergency, send an owl. It will know where to find me." He said to them, and walked back out. Indeed, Minerva did request that they return to the staff room as soon as possible.
"On second thought," he mused, "maybe I will run upstairs to see Poppy about a headache. No doubt that idiotic, pathetic excuse for a man, monkey's ass Lockhart is still there, and if provoked, I'm likely to hit him. Heh heh," he added to himself, "Monkey's ass. I'll have to tell that one to Minerva."
He and Minerva had been having a year-long contest to see who could come up with the funniest and rudest insult to say to Professor Lockhart. He still hadn't caught on. Severus believed Minerva was still winning though, when she found an old book in the library of, he couldn't believe it, pirate insults, which she had immediately picked through and discovered the best one: "Go walk the PLONK ye scurvy tub o-lard...Give 'im twenty lashes o' the Cat!"
They had spent hours in front of the staff room fire, in absolute hysterics over the whole thing. Yes, those were good times. There were a lot of things he was going to miss about this place, should it really close, and close for good.
Suddenly, Severus Snape grinned a huge grin, thinking of his and Minerva's contest, and how thick Lockhart was being about the whole thing. A random thought passed through his mind, of a toothless Gilderoy Lockhart rolling on the floor and he, Severus Snape, triumphantly smirking above him. Oh, if only life was that good.
"He could say goodbye to that Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award of his. Yes, if only," he muttered to himself. "If only.."
With that, Severus Snape headed upstairs.