Professor Dumbledore's bright violet dress robes were billowing with every buoyant step he took. He was currently on his way from the annual start of term get together in the staff lounge. Horace Had brought a bottle of Old Ogden's and they had all enjoyed themselves, but he thought it unwise to stay as he had essays to grade. Suddenly, his facial expression went from joyful to curious and concerned. The faint sound of whimpering could be heard from close by under the smooth voice of Tom Riddle whispering to other Slytherin comrades, "That'll teach that filthy half-blood Gryffindor..." as he rounded the corner though he found nothing but an empty corridor. One of the doors in the hall was slightly ajar. The sight that his eyes held was a rather concerning one. Minerva McGonagall, his prized pupil, was in the fetal position. Her robes were disheveled and the skirt she wore was ripped up to her hip.
"P-please. Don't hurt me again. I beg you." Minerva said beseechingly, crying and backing back into the corner. "Please d-d-don't t-touch me again. Please."
"Minerva?" He hoped that it wasn't her but that was her voice. "Minerva, it's Albus. What happened, my dear?" He knelt beside her in the dark corner of the dusty class. She was shaking uncontrollably and her eyes were pouring tears. Albus immediately gathered her in his arms. His hand rubbed her back gently as she cried into his shoulder. Once her tears subsided, he stood, extending a hand for her as he did. "I think, my dear, that we should continue this in my quarters and perhaps have a cup of tea."
With a flick of his wrist her robes were mended. They made their way up to Gryffindor tower in silence.
"Sherbet Lemon. I'm rather fond of the sweet. It's muggle you see..." He handed her one of the individually wrapped candies. She popped it in her mouth. It was somewhat bitter but for the most part, it was sweet. Minerva smiled at this. He always knew how to defuse the tension. She looked into his eyes. Professor Dumbledore's voice trailed off as he gazed back into hers. He was smiling but his eyes, blue as sapphires, conveyed worry and concern for the troubled young woman in front of him. The portrait that guarded his private quarters swung open on its hinges with a creak as they stepped through the door way.
Once they were settled on the couch Daisy, Professor Dumbledore's house elf brought them there tea.
"Wills Master and his young miss bes needing anything else?"
Minerva was slowly breaking down again. Silent tears started to fall onto her lap. It was now quite clear that the tea was not aiding in calming her so Albus banished that and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, prompting her to fall into his embrace.
"Yes Daisy. If you could please fetch me a calming draught, two glasses, and a nice bottle of fire whisky that would be most agreeable."
Daisy entered the sitting room laying the potion, the glasses, and the whisky on the table. Dumbledore nodded a quiet thank you and with that she was gone with a Pop.
He poured them each a modest glass, adding the calming draught to her. Minerva accepted the drink kindly and took a large sip. Taking in a shuddering breath she sunk into the cushions of the couch. They sat for what seemed to be at least a half hour until the silence was broken by Minerva. "He raped me." She paused. Her expression was defeated. She put the cool glass to her lips and finished the lot while walking over to the window. There was a pause as she stood there, staring out onto the Black Lake. "I was walking from the Great Hall after Dinner. I walked down the corridor towards the tower but I was flung onto the wall behind one of the pillars. Someone had put a full body bind curse on me. I couldn't move... I couldn't even scream for help. He and his friend came up to me and smacked me across the face, asked me if I liked it rough, and then pulled me into the vacant classroom. That was when he pulled my cloak off and ripped my skirt-" She began to cry again. All of the sudden she lost consciousness and fell to the floor. The glass smashed on the floor next to her.
Albus was sitting in the hospital wing waiting for the Head Nurse to deliver the news.
Oh Gods I hope she's alright. This is unnerving. Whatever the outcome, you must help her and see to it that Tom Riddle receives a more than suitable punishment.
His thoughts were interrupted by Madam Clearwater who had just shut the door.
She went to sit on her desk in front of him, took of her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose. "She has suffered from exhaustion. Also she has bruising on her thighs, arms, and throat; evidence that someone has chocked her and held her down with force. We however will not know if she has fallen pregnant until tomorrow. Unfortunately the potion is rather slow one. I gave her a dreamless sleep potion so she will not wake till morning. I will Floo when she wakes professor. In the meantime I suggest you take care of that rotten Tom Riddle."
And so, Albus left to 'take care of that rotten Tom Riddle' in the Headmasters office.
That night, while Minerva had no dreams, Professor Dumbledore dreamt of the worst. She indeed had become pregnant and was forced to marry Riddle. She was harassed by other students. They would call her vile names. "Whore", "Slut", "Trollop" The students in his dream would yell. Her parents disowned her. Nine months later Minerva gave birth to a most beautiful child but neither of the two survived.