Hai fanfic readers! im back with a new story, and its MMAD (Minerva McGonagall/ Albus Dumbledore) Don't like, don't read. I will go down with this ship! welp, thats all, enjoy and please do review! thanks, Alyssa.
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own any part of Harry Potter or the Wizarding World, that belongs to our dear queen Rowling herself.
Hope you enjoy, and REVIEW PLEASE! Thanks, Alyssa. 3
There once was a child who wasn't able to understand. Understand the way the world works, why it works it the way it does. Why terrible things happen to the best people, why sick humans can get away with the worst deeds imaginable. How the humans rule the way they do. How two worlds, magic and "real", can exist side by side, and meld and mesh without the latter even suspecting a thing.
And so she was mocked, ridiculed, simply because she questioned things, constantly curious, always wondering, and forever she came to hate that trait in her, despise it. And so, as she aged, she hid it well, beneath a tough exterior and sharp wit. She barricaded her inner self away, intangible, untouchable by anyone. Until she met him.
He had always been the curious type, one who questioned everything, and was wise because of it. Despite his age and wisdom, however, he was a little child at heart.
Two personalities, so seemingly different, yet the two became close. She was intrigued by him, wondering how someone of that age isn't embarrassed to be curious, how he was confident in who he was. How? she pondered, questioning herself, and in actuality, questioning her mentality on life. He made her see-before, as a child her eyes were wide with innocent wonder, but the harsh words of adolescence stung her very being, and so she forgot. Forgot what the brilliant sun looked like, the grace of the flower petals, the gentle warmth of a summer breeze. When she met him, it all came back to her, in all the brilliance she so vaguely remembered it. But even more so now, because she had him for company whilst staring, wondering, with what-ifs and how come's. He brought out a side of her she had all but forgotten she had.
Minerva sat upon the stone bench, posture relaxed, her emerald satin robes lightly billowing around her, the autumn breeze sending her long hair out behind her. If a student found her now, most likely they wouldn't recognize her. with her hair down, robes pulled back, and a soft, tranquil smile on her lips, she looked years younger and more relaxed than one could recall, But no one would find her here, she had made sure of that. This was her get-away, a place to call her own, where she could just get away from the world, away from it all. To her, it was perfect. At least, until she heard the soft chuckle from behind her.
This is where I'm going to leave it. I might write more if asked, but feel rather disappointed in how this came out..thoughts in a review, maybe? ;) no but seriously, that would make my day. Thanks for reading, and baii!