Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that privilege belongs to JK
Rowling. I do, however, own a few lowly characters, and the plot. The Four-
Corner Spell belongs to Isis Malfoy. Oh, and the nickname Tabby is going
around the Harry Potter AD/MM fandom, and I am using, if its original to
anyone who used it first, its theirs, not mine.
Authors Note: Ok, this is the AD/MM story I promised Isis Malfoy, and, though I told her it would be delayed, this is far to late even for an advanced procrastinator such as myself. Oh, and here's a short-ish timeline for my story.
1945-1946 Minerva's 6-7th year
1945-1946 Grindelwald's defeat.
Umm, yeah. As I'm no great shakes with numbers, only really basic stuff for me. Ages and dates are guessed and approximated, if I get them wrong, let me know and I will do my best to fix them.
~ If Wishes Were Horses, Detectives Would Ride ~
~ Your Late ~
"Come ON, Minerva! We'll be late for Divination if you don't get up!" Siri called from the top of the spiraling staircase.
"Hold on one minute." Minerva muttered, piling her fallen Transfiguration and Potions textbooks in her bag.
"Lets go Minerva!" Siri yelled again. "Ozwalds gonna through a fit."
"Ozwald can drown in his tea cup." Minerva grumbled. Her opinion of her Divinations professor was not high as he had proclaimed she would save the world, when Minerva felt that she could do little to save a goldfish, let alone the world.
"Oh come ON!" Siri urged, pushing Minerva back into a grudging walk.
"I don't see why you like Divination so much, Siri. Its so . dull."
"You know I can't resist anything that has to do with the stars. Even if its complete waste."
"I can see it now," Minerva teased, " 'Siri Sinistra forms a bond with a telescope. It is now being surgically removed from her eye!'" Siri fought off a laugh, elbowing Minerva in the ribs. "Well, come on then, we've got two minutes before Ozwald the Oddball calls roll." Minerva added.
The two girls hurried up the tightly spiraling staircase.
As they reached the top of North Tower, the trap door hung open, ladder down, almost as if it was left there for them.
"Ah, thank you for joining us Miss McGonagall, Miss Sinistra. And I regret to inform you that you are late. I think it will be, ten points from Gryffindor," The Gryffindors groaned. "And ten from Slytherin." A mutual groan continued.
Siri crossed to the Slytherin side of the tower. Minerva, to the Gryffindor side.
"Thanks for showing up." Whispered William Weasley, the only boy who never tried to date her.
"Anytime, Will." Minerva grinned back.
"No, I honestly thought you and Sinistra were skiving off."
"If only." Minerva muttered.
"Today we are starting on Dream Journals." Three or four people groaned. Minerva smirked. Dream Journals were easy. Just make up some crackpot nonsense, and you'll please him. Easy enough.
Ozwald walked around the classroom, passing out thin, brown books. They were completely blank.
"This years Dream Journal will be different then the last one. In this Journal, you have to place a snapshot from your Dream. The way you do this is by putting your wand, right behind your temple, and tugging. Unless you have a certain aptitude for it, your Dream will be reluctant to come out."
"This is useless." Said the voice of Adrian Malfoy.
"Mister Malfoy. Please inform the class of what is so 'useless' about my teachings?"
"Its just bloody pointless. What's the point in putting dreams onto a paper if your just going to get graded on it. What's the point in reading tealeaves if they're just a soggy brown blob? What's the bleeding point?" Malfoy said in a whisper that easily carried to everyone's ears.
"He's got a point." Said William. "And this is the only time I will EVER agree with Malfoy."
"It had better be." Minerva teased.
Ozwald looked taken aback at Malfoy's show of impertinence. "Mister Malfoy."
"Yes, Professor Ozwald?" He said silkily.
"Detention. For a week. You will see me after class."
"Yes, Sir."
The rest of the class ran smoothly, if you didn't count Adrian Malfoy "accidentally" setting his Dream Journal on fire.
As a result the class ended some ten minutes early.
It was the middle of the first term, but Minerva McGonagall was working as hard as if she was taking her N.E.W.T.s early.
Her mentor, Albus Dumbledore (A/N: I bet you saw that coming, *reader groans* , I know, I know, its lame, but I'll try to make this different.) often said she was a workaholic. She often agreed with him.
But now was a time for eating. It was lunch, and Minerva knew it.
"Oy! Look Pops! Its Tabby and Gazer!" Called Amanda Hooch, to Poppy Pomfrey as Siri and Minerva entered the Great Hall.
Poppy hurried over from the Ravenclaw table, as Amanda hurried from Hufflepuffs.
They all had nicknames, but they weren't for general use. Only Amanda, Poppy, Siri and Minerva knew them.
Amanda was Mandy, Poppy was Pops, Siri was Gazer, and Minerva was Tabby.
Amanda was Mandy because she hated the name Amanda with a passion. She was named after the woman her father had an affair with while her mother was pregnant with her.
Poppy was Pops because that just was Mandy called her.
Siri was Gazer because of her fascination with the stars.
And Minerva was Tabby because she had been working since their fifth year to become an Animagus, and had only figured out that she would become a cat. A Tabby to be exact.
"Mandy!" Siri called to the short, stocky witch, "Did you see that pass Adrian made at the last Quidditch Game? That Quaffle had to be going over ninety miles per hour!"
"That was a great pass." Mandy said as she reached the middle of the Hall.
"They're talking Quidditch again." Sighed Poppy in Minerva's ear.
"So I noticed Pops. How was Potions?"
"Dreadful. As usual. At least I had Mandy on the other side of the room making faces at me." Poppy giggled. It was common knowledge that Poppy Pomfrey was no regular Ravenclaw, at least she had a sense of fun!
"Should we make them eat?" Minerva asked mock-seriously.
"But of course." Poppy replied.
Each standing behind one of the other girls, the tapped the opposite one on the shoulder. Mandy and Siri whipped their heads around so fast that they slammed together in the middle.
Mandy yelped while Siri cursed.
"Shall we eat then?" Poppy asked casually.
"Fine. Which table?" Siri said through gritted teeth.
"Hufflepuff."
"No.we ate at Hufflepuff yesterday."
"Slytherin then."
"Maybe. What about Ravenclaw?"
Minerva decided now was a good time to jump in. "Lets go to Ravenclaw, we haven't eaten there in a week."
They then traipsed off to the Blue and Bronze table, Siri and Mandy commenting over Quidditch while interrupting themselves with comments about how hard the others head was.
Authors Note: So, do you like it? Should I stop? Do you want more? Ack! This is my first attempt at AD/MM so let me know if it really buggers up the whole fandom, or if I should write more. I won't write anymore of it unless I get told its wanted.
Well, Toodles!
Anndy Malfoy
Authors Note: Ok, this is the AD/MM story I promised Isis Malfoy, and, though I told her it would be delayed, this is far to late even for an advanced procrastinator such as myself. Oh, and here's a short-ish timeline for my story.
1945-1946 Minerva's 6-7th year
1945-1946 Grindelwald's defeat.
Umm, yeah. As I'm no great shakes with numbers, only really basic stuff for me. Ages and dates are guessed and approximated, if I get them wrong, let me know and I will do my best to fix them.
~ If Wishes Were Horses, Detectives Would Ride ~
~ Your Late ~
"Come ON, Minerva! We'll be late for Divination if you don't get up!" Siri called from the top of the spiraling staircase.
"Hold on one minute." Minerva muttered, piling her fallen Transfiguration and Potions textbooks in her bag.
"Lets go Minerva!" Siri yelled again. "Ozwalds gonna through a fit."
"Ozwald can drown in his tea cup." Minerva grumbled. Her opinion of her Divinations professor was not high as he had proclaimed she would save the world, when Minerva felt that she could do little to save a goldfish, let alone the world.
"Oh come ON!" Siri urged, pushing Minerva back into a grudging walk.
"I don't see why you like Divination so much, Siri. Its so . dull."
"You know I can't resist anything that has to do with the stars. Even if its complete waste."
"I can see it now," Minerva teased, " 'Siri Sinistra forms a bond with a telescope. It is now being surgically removed from her eye!'" Siri fought off a laugh, elbowing Minerva in the ribs. "Well, come on then, we've got two minutes before Ozwald the Oddball calls roll." Minerva added.
The two girls hurried up the tightly spiraling staircase.
As they reached the top of North Tower, the trap door hung open, ladder down, almost as if it was left there for them.
"Ah, thank you for joining us Miss McGonagall, Miss Sinistra. And I regret to inform you that you are late. I think it will be, ten points from Gryffindor," The Gryffindors groaned. "And ten from Slytherin." A mutual groan continued.
Siri crossed to the Slytherin side of the tower. Minerva, to the Gryffindor side.
"Thanks for showing up." Whispered William Weasley, the only boy who never tried to date her.
"Anytime, Will." Minerva grinned back.
"No, I honestly thought you and Sinistra were skiving off."
"If only." Minerva muttered.
"Today we are starting on Dream Journals." Three or four people groaned. Minerva smirked. Dream Journals were easy. Just make up some crackpot nonsense, and you'll please him. Easy enough.
Ozwald walked around the classroom, passing out thin, brown books. They were completely blank.
"This years Dream Journal will be different then the last one. In this Journal, you have to place a snapshot from your Dream. The way you do this is by putting your wand, right behind your temple, and tugging. Unless you have a certain aptitude for it, your Dream will be reluctant to come out."
"This is useless." Said the voice of Adrian Malfoy.
"Mister Malfoy. Please inform the class of what is so 'useless' about my teachings?"
"Its just bloody pointless. What's the point in putting dreams onto a paper if your just going to get graded on it. What's the point in reading tealeaves if they're just a soggy brown blob? What's the bleeding point?" Malfoy said in a whisper that easily carried to everyone's ears.
"He's got a point." Said William. "And this is the only time I will EVER agree with Malfoy."
"It had better be." Minerva teased.
Ozwald looked taken aback at Malfoy's show of impertinence. "Mister Malfoy."
"Yes, Professor Ozwald?" He said silkily.
"Detention. For a week. You will see me after class."
"Yes, Sir."
The rest of the class ran smoothly, if you didn't count Adrian Malfoy "accidentally" setting his Dream Journal on fire.
As a result the class ended some ten minutes early.
It was the middle of the first term, but Minerva McGonagall was working as hard as if she was taking her N.E.W.T.s early.
Her mentor, Albus Dumbledore (A/N: I bet you saw that coming, *reader groans* , I know, I know, its lame, but I'll try to make this different.) often said she was a workaholic. She often agreed with him.
But now was a time for eating. It was lunch, and Minerva knew it.
"Oy! Look Pops! Its Tabby and Gazer!" Called Amanda Hooch, to Poppy Pomfrey as Siri and Minerva entered the Great Hall.
Poppy hurried over from the Ravenclaw table, as Amanda hurried from Hufflepuffs.
They all had nicknames, but they weren't for general use. Only Amanda, Poppy, Siri and Minerva knew them.
Amanda was Mandy, Poppy was Pops, Siri was Gazer, and Minerva was Tabby.
Amanda was Mandy because she hated the name Amanda with a passion. She was named after the woman her father had an affair with while her mother was pregnant with her.
Poppy was Pops because that just was Mandy called her.
Siri was Gazer because of her fascination with the stars.
And Minerva was Tabby because she had been working since their fifth year to become an Animagus, and had only figured out that she would become a cat. A Tabby to be exact.
"Mandy!" Siri called to the short, stocky witch, "Did you see that pass Adrian made at the last Quidditch Game? That Quaffle had to be going over ninety miles per hour!"
"That was a great pass." Mandy said as she reached the middle of the Hall.
"They're talking Quidditch again." Sighed Poppy in Minerva's ear.
"So I noticed Pops. How was Potions?"
"Dreadful. As usual. At least I had Mandy on the other side of the room making faces at me." Poppy giggled. It was common knowledge that Poppy Pomfrey was no regular Ravenclaw, at least she had a sense of fun!
"Should we make them eat?" Minerva asked mock-seriously.
"But of course." Poppy replied.
Each standing behind one of the other girls, the tapped the opposite one on the shoulder. Mandy and Siri whipped their heads around so fast that they slammed together in the middle.
Mandy yelped while Siri cursed.
"Shall we eat then?" Poppy asked casually.
"Fine. Which table?" Siri said through gritted teeth.
"Hufflepuff."
"No.we ate at Hufflepuff yesterday."
"Slytherin then."
"Maybe. What about Ravenclaw?"
Minerva decided now was a good time to jump in. "Lets go to Ravenclaw, we haven't eaten there in a week."
They then traipsed off to the Blue and Bronze table, Siri and Mandy commenting over Quidditch while interrupting themselves with comments about how hard the others head was.
Authors Note: So, do you like it? Should I stop? Do you want more? Ack! This is my first attempt at AD/MM so let me know if it really buggers up the whole fandom, or if I should write more. I won't write anymore of it unless I get told its wanted.
Well, Toodles!
Anndy Malfoy