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did). I have created very few that are my own.
Lost souls
Prologue
Once upon a time in castle in the north of England there was a young woman called Minerva McGonagall, she had been working at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry for seven years. She had stern features, dark brown hair and a sharp wit. She was highly intelligent and completely in love with one of her fellow teachers. A month ago, at the end of year feast, Albus Dumbledore had shown signs of returning her affection, most notably by the fact that he took her to bed. Now the transfiguration teacher found herself pregnant and with no hope of winning his heart, or him making an honourable woman of her. She tried to write letters to him but found them all too forced and she just couldn't get the point across. How hard was it exactly to say 'I'm having a baby, it's yours'? Evidently very hard as the more she said it to herself – the more she disbelieved it.
She eventually came to a decision, and wrote a letter to Dippit, not mentioning the coming child.
Dear Mr.Dippit, Due to the fact that I feel I have a job for life at Hogwarts, I would be ever so grateful if you would allow me a year to travel before I settle myself in for the long hall, as it were. I would be happy to help in the search for a replacement; I would however be overjoyed if you were to let me return after my years sabbatical. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall.
A reply of consent came to her. Minerva, set off to the south of France to be with her mother.
'You cannot keep the child!' her mother said 'you will have it, but you will give it away.' The words hit Minerva like lead. She had known her mother would know what to do, but she had not expected this. 'Albus Dumbledore is headed for great things, he does not need a baby cluttering up his life.' She said levelly, and kindly. 'Don't you think I should at least ask him how he feels about the baby?' the girl asked 'No. You tell that man and he will feel an obligation – it will ruin him. No, you will put the baby up for adoption.' Minerva knew the woman's words were wise.
That night she did not sleep. She lay, her mind racing. She would have to put the baby up for adoption. But It all felt so final.
'I have some friends' her mother said 'the Trinity's. They have no children of there own, but would like some.' This was said as disinterestedly as a comment about the weather. 'What are they like?' Minerva asked. 'They are slightly older than you. Work for the ministry. I went to Hogwarts with his mother.' She said distractedly. 'Are they nice?' 'I haven't met them. Perhaps you should, before the handing over.' She said thinking it for the first time. 'Dammed right I will! I want to make the right choice mother.' She said hotly. 'I'm not just handing out my child willy-nilly!' 'No one was asking you too do such a thing!' her mother said laughing. Minerva thought that this was precisely what was being asked of her.
The next April, she gave birth to a beautiful girl, whom she called Jenny. Jenny had piercing blue eyes like her fathers, a pointed nose like her mothers and by the end of May a wicked cackle of a laugh and a wide grin. In June the Trinity's took the small baby away. The one thing that McGonagall really noticed about the couple were their brown eyes.
N/B I'm not entirely sure what my next step is... I think the rest is Jenny's tale, but I can't be bothered with child hood – so I'll skip to the juicy stuff. I think I have many cool fan fic Ideas but I'm crap at communicating them. Stick with me folks. Chloë.
Lost souls
Prologue
Once upon a time in castle in the north of England there was a young woman called Minerva McGonagall, she had been working at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry for seven years. She had stern features, dark brown hair and a sharp wit. She was highly intelligent and completely in love with one of her fellow teachers. A month ago, at the end of year feast, Albus Dumbledore had shown signs of returning her affection, most notably by the fact that he took her to bed. Now the transfiguration teacher found herself pregnant and with no hope of winning his heart, or him making an honourable woman of her. She tried to write letters to him but found them all too forced and she just couldn't get the point across. How hard was it exactly to say 'I'm having a baby, it's yours'? Evidently very hard as the more she said it to herself – the more she disbelieved it.
She eventually came to a decision, and wrote a letter to Dippit, not mentioning the coming child.
Dear Mr.Dippit, Due to the fact that I feel I have a job for life at Hogwarts, I would be ever so grateful if you would allow me a year to travel before I settle myself in for the long hall, as it were. I would be happy to help in the search for a replacement; I would however be overjoyed if you were to let me return after my years sabbatical. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall.
A reply of consent came to her. Minerva, set off to the south of France to be with her mother.
'You cannot keep the child!' her mother said 'you will have it, but you will give it away.' The words hit Minerva like lead. She had known her mother would know what to do, but she had not expected this. 'Albus Dumbledore is headed for great things, he does not need a baby cluttering up his life.' She said levelly, and kindly. 'Don't you think I should at least ask him how he feels about the baby?' the girl asked 'No. You tell that man and he will feel an obligation – it will ruin him. No, you will put the baby up for adoption.' Minerva knew the woman's words were wise.
That night she did not sleep. She lay, her mind racing. She would have to put the baby up for adoption. But It all felt so final.
'I have some friends' her mother said 'the Trinity's. They have no children of there own, but would like some.' This was said as disinterestedly as a comment about the weather. 'What are they like?' Minerva asked. 'They are slightly older than you. Work for the ministry. I went to Hogwarts with his mother.' She said distractedly. 'Are they nice?' 'I haven't met them. Perhaps you should, before the handing over.' She said thinking it for the first time. 'Dammed right I will! I want to make the right choice mother.' She said hotly. 'I'm not just handing out my child willy-nilly!' 'No one was asking you too do such a thing!' her mother said laughing. Minerva thought that this was precisely what was being asked of her.
The next April, she gave birth to a beautiful girl, whom she called Jenny. Jenny had piercing blue eyes like her fathers, a pointed nose like her mothers and by the end of May a wicked cackle of a laugh and a wide grin. In June the Trinity's took the small baby away. The one thing that McGonagall really noticed about the couple were their brown eyes.
N/B I'm not entirely sure what my next step is... I think the rest is Jenny's tale, but I can't be bothered with child hood – so I'll skip to the juicy stuff. I think I have many cool fan fic Ideas but I'm crap at communicating them. Stick with me folks. Chloë.