Still at your side - 4SS - POV
We were in the private rooms of the Dark Lord in the Malfoy Mansion. I had only been there once before, and like this time, I had never gone further from the small living room were Pettigrew was waiting for us.
"Ms. McGonagall, please, come with me," he said sounding like a 19th century butler. I followed him after Minerva but before I could make a second step he stopped and turned around to look at me. "I'm afraid you stay here, Severus."
Minerva looked at me as if I could do something, but I wasn't going to defy the Dark Lord's word. At least, not yet. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her apart from the small man.
"You'll be alright," I said trying to hide my worry, "just talk when you are asked and do as you are told, ok?" she just nodded in response. She had never looked so small, so weak, so needed for protection to me, not even during the cancer. I held her left hand and raised it to the level of my chin, then I kissed her pale and cold palm softly and smiled at her. "I'll be waiting for you right here."
MM - POV
It would be a lie if I said I wasn't scared. But it wasn't the fact of meeting You-Know-Who what left me speechless, it was the thought of the upcoming events possibly turning the last two years I had spent with Severus and our lovely baby into a memory of the past instead of our happy ending. TO BE CONTINUED... A/N: I know, it's short again but I got blocked, not because I don't know how to go on with the story but because I don't want to make any mistake on the 'Voldemort" part and I don't feel very cruel right now. I'll try to work on it during the weekend.
I followed Pettigrew inside the room on the right. I had a vague remember of him as a student, but I didn't recall him being a bad one. Most of the time I can't help it but feeling guilty for every one of my pupils who turned into the dark side, like if I could have done something to prevent it.
He closed the door after me. It was dark, I couldn't see anything but I could hear a deep breathe.
"Minerva McGonagall..." a cold voice said, "born in 1925, first daughter of a mixed marriage between a witch and a muggle... went to Hogwarts between 1937 and 1944 were Albus Dumbledore became her mentor in transfiguration and now she works for him... and despite all this... she's one of the most powerful witches of the wizarding world and, she wants to get married with one of my most loyal men."
"You forgot to mention they got a son together, my Lord" Pettigrew said not to far from me although I couldn't really see him.
"You are not needed, Peter, leave us alone..." the cold voice said.
"But, My Lord..."
"Leave," he repeated resoundingly. After that the door was opened again behind me and some light came in but I could not see anything else further than the edge of a four posted bed and part of a chair at my right. Once Pettigrew was gone the room became dark again.
"I remember you from my school years," he said, his voice sounding closer, "everybody envied your quidditch skills and your high marks... I bet you don't recall me..." he said, and I understood his silence as my cue to talk.
"In fact, I do, Sir... if you do are Tom Riddle like Dumbledore believes..." I answered, my voice sounding lower than usually.
"That's not my name anymore!" he yelled and I felt his anger, "You shall call me your Lord if you appreciate your life."
"Of course, m-" it may sound silly from wherever you, lector, are hearing our story, but pronouncing those two words that were about to come out my lips was a hard betray for my believes... "My Lord."