Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all associated characters belong to J.K.Rowling. Only Venus is mine.
This is a sort of introductory chapter to what I hope will be a good story.
When did you stop loving me?
When you stopped seeing me as a person.
Relationships are complicated. They always have been. The trouble is that as much as we may wish to be an island at times, we do need people. This is a fact that will always haunt some people, like my sister for instance. To need people is to become vulnerable to an awful lot of pain. John Stuart Mill talked about valuing quality of pleasure and pain over quantity but he never laid down a guideline emotionally. How deep must the quality of pain be before it becomes too high a price for those rare moments of complete happiness?
Even in her later years, after thousands of different types of relationships from that of a teacher, a college, a friend and a lover, one relationship still troubled my dearest sister, Minerva McGonagall. Everyone knows that she disapproves of Sybil Trelawney, yet there are only two people who really know why. To all but Rolanda Hooch and myself, Minerva simply frowned upon the art, if you think it is so, of divination. Minerva certainly didn't think that divination was an art but that isn't the reason that your dear professor is so cold towards her, well with the exception of the time that the loony one was being cruelly victimised by that smarmy pink toad. Although this served only to prove that, she hated Umbridge more than one of her former best friends.
Indeed that last statement is almost impossible to believe but it is perfectly true. In their days at Hogwarts Rolanda, Minerva, Sybil and I were inseparable. Four better friends you would never have found. Good friends are the eternal treasure, until they hurt you that is. Her battle scars are not the wounds that Minerva still desperately wants to heal.
I could explain why Minerva has been so angry for so long but I'll let Minnie tell you. Such pure anger comes from deep hurt, a hurt that I could never convey because I wasn't the one that Sybil forgot was once a person. I wasn't the sister that she was looking through.
I leave my sister in your hands; be gentle with her scars.
Love
Venus