AN: Welcome to my NaNoWriMo story 2013.
First some warnings. I am from Germany and learned English at school (a long time ago). If you freak out over errors, better leave. I never wrote a MMAD story before and I am quite insecure about my first try. This story contains sexual violence and lemony scenes. That´s why it´s M rating. Most of the characters of the story don´t belong to me, they belong to J. . The plot however is mine and not canon with the books. The points of view are switching. One chapter is written in Minerva´s point of view and the next one in "he and she style". I am starting with Minerva´s POV. Well, that´s it. Let´s start with the prologue. Please tell me what you think and review. Thank you!
The story of my life
PROLOGUE
I have no idea how I got into this situation. Never before have I lost control over my life and it scares me to no end since I know that this may be my very last day. To be honest, I wouldn´t even care that much about myself but this is not the right time to be selfish because not only my life depends on my will to survive but also the life of my unborn child – no matter if it´s wanted or not. But now here I am, Minerva McGonagall the queen of organization and planning, lonely and pregnant and more dead than alive. There´s not really a way out but my stubbornness isn´t ready to give up yet and so I keep on going through the dark forest or better said stumbling since only the moon light helps me to find the way towards Hogwarts, my only real home ever and the home of the man I lost some years ago but as I said, it´s not the right time to be selfish and surviving is my only option now. All I need to do is finding the way out of here and towards the gate of the school but every step feels like torture. Only the soft kicks inside my stomach seem to keep my alive and ready to make another step just when I think that this is the end and I can´t go on anymore.
My Gryffindor courage helps me to ignore all the noises and movements around me. Stubbornly I make one step after the other, hoping the end of the now very dark path is near when I feel something under my feet. I try not to stumble but it´s too late. I fall and a sharp pain is going through my far too slim and exhausted body. I try to scream for help but no sound is coming out of my lips and the last thing I see before blackness (or is it death?) surrounds me is a golden burst of fire. This must be my end I tell myself. Maybe it´s the best for everyone.
I finally give up. My whole body hurts but I don´t even notice it since my last thought before I pass out belongs to my poor baby who will never get the chance to live. I failed and I have to pay the prize – the death of my little daughter.