Carry my soul into the night, may the stars light my way
I glory in the sight, as darkness takes the day
Sing a song- a song of life -lived without regret
Tell the ones, the ones I loved
I never will forget
A/N:
~For the sake of my sanity, the Soviets invaded Poland the same day as Nazi Germany did. I try to keep the 'Muggle' history strait, as I do allot of research into it, but this was one exception.
~PoaG has officially reached Chapter 10! I'm so excited that readers are accepting this so wonderful! Also, Em, I know I say this alot, but I truly mean it; thank you so much! I know this is a monster, but you've been so great working with me on tackling it! Nut-meg, your awesome and you know it sis! Anyways, onward!
OZ-SPEED MY DEARIES!... wait.. wrong universe!
J.K. Rolling unfortunately owns Harry Potter... not me, though I do take credit for the OC's
Chapter 10 - Adjustments
September 1st , 1939:
Something was wrong, and despite Minerva's growing aptitude in magic, she couldn't figure out what. Her father had been a nervous wreck all week and both parents refused to tell the children whatever the matter was. It was on the train that she finally pieced it all together upon snatching Augusta's copy of The Daily Prophet she didn't usually read.
Germany and Soviet Union Invaded Poland: The Anhänger Surrounds Poland With Anti-Dissapparition Wards
Thousands are expected to be dead by the end of the day, and near a 50,000 by the end of next week. It is expected that the United Kingdom and France will declare war on Germany soon in order to prevent such needless slaughter and stop the madness currently sweeping Europe, though it doesn't look that any action the Muggles could produce will prevent this onslaught of unprovoked war. It is suspected that Hitler is being aided by the Dark Wizard, Gellert Grindelwald, and his supporters; the Anhänger and Untergang. There is no doubt that- if this is true- Grindelwald will cause the current reign of terror to become absolute with this alliance, for he will be able to invade the Polish Institute of Magic, well known for taking in young Muggle-born witches and wizards, without much resistance.
We already know his motives; to overthrow the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy and to force Muggles into subservience. It's not hard to suspect that, if he gets the chance, Grindelwald's forces; the Anhänger and Untergang, will murder the Muggle-borns simply to make a statement.
Minerva let the paper slide from her fingers and onto the floor, not bothering to pick it up and finish the article. All she could think about was Professor Dumbledore's conversation with the, now infamous, Gellert Grindelwald, which she had the unfortunate pleasure of overhearing. She forgot all about her plans to inform Dumbledore that she and Poppy were going to accept his offer of the Animagus class, all until she'd sat at the Great Hall once again, and realized he hadn't made an appearance that night.
"I can't believe the Ministry isn't doing anything to stop Grindelwald!" Rolanda slammed her fist to the table while everyone was enjoying the feast and reminiscing about the latest gossip.
Xavier Hawke, who proudly wore a Prefect badge, was sitting next to her and had been listening to her rant for the past few minuets intently while he ate. Until now, he hadn't spoken a word. "It's because of a treaty, Rolanda-"
"Damn that treaty!" She turned to face him. "Especially when it's already being violated! We should just charge in, stop him and his elite shadowy group, the Untergang!"
"Charge in? Rolanda, you know that wouldn't be very effective, yes?"
"Oh, shut up Xavier!" she bit back harshly, her hand was twitching to slap him.
"Hey, I'm just as worried as you are! I've got family in Poland, and I hear Disapparating over wards isn't good for the body."
Rolanda's featured softened instantly with regret and sorrow. "I'm sorry, I didn't-"
"I know," he put his hand over hers and smiled softly.
Minerva smirked, having watched the whole scene, then turned to Poppy- who was currently being pestered by Augusta's ravings about Algie's latest promotion in the Ministry- and leaned into her ear to whisper, "Give it a year or two, and our dear sister will be falling head-over-heals for Mr Hawke!"
They giggled, then nearly burst into uncontrollable laughter as Rolanda glared at them. It was good to laugh every now and then, especially with all the grim news floating around. Before they left for the Tower that night, Minerva looked at the staff table once more, only to be disappointed again.
September 2nd, 1939:
It was on her way to breakfast that morning when she finally saw him. He looked exhausted, worried, and it was obvious that- wherever he'd been yesterday - he hadn't been successful.
"Miss McGonagall," he spoke with a sternly calm voice to catch her attention, "I'd like a word with you, if I may."
"Of course, Professor. Actually, I've been meaning to talk with you myself."
"Oh really?" he looked at Poppy and smiled with small delight. "I take it you've both considered my offer?"
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore, Minerva and I both would love to attend."
The usual twinkle in his deep sapphire eyes ignited again.
"That's wonderful news indeed, and I look forward to seeing you both in my class." He directed his voice towards the rest of the group. "Why don't you all run along while I talk to Miss McGonagall for a moment."
They nodded in obedience, said their farewell for now, and left for the Great Hall. Professor Dumbledore motioned for the young witch to follow him into his office
"I feel I should apologize if I caused you concern, my dear," he spoke quietly as he closed the door behind them then cast a silencing charm in the room, "But recent events are as such most important for me to attend."
"Did it have anything to do with the invasion in Poland, Sir?"
The professor nodded slowly. "I presume you haven't forgotten then?"
She knew what he was talking about, the conversation she overheard in her first year. The witch spoke softly, "No, I haven't."
"I didn't think so." He sighed, then shook his head. "Enough talk about the war, I didn't ask you to come here just so we can talk about unfortunate events. Had I been here yesterday, I would have pulled you aside to talk about your schedule this year. There are conflicts with your multiple subjects, as you're taking eleven. Along with the usual seven core classes, you signed up for four electives: Magical Creatures, Arithmacy, Study of Ancient Runes and Ancient Studies."
Minerva frowned, she hadn't thought about the timetable being an issue.
"But don't fear, we typically have a one or two students each year who feel compelled to take more classes than advised, and there is a solution, however, it is immensely difficult and dangerous." Professor Dumbledore opened a small chest on his desk and removed the object within. It was a Time Manipulation Device. Her breath hitched in amazement. She'd read about them from the Manor's library, but she never dreamed she'd be allowed to use one!
Dumbledore smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Judging by your reaction, I assume you know what this is?"
The young witch nodded. "Yes, Sir, it's a Time-Turner. It allows someone to be in two places at once."
"Indeed. A powerful, but potentially disastrous tool, if not used for the proper reasons." He narrowed his eyes with seriousness. "I know you, Miss McGonagall, and you aren't the sort to use such a thing lightly, nevertheless, I also know how the mind can be when something terrible occurs. I must ask you to never use this under such times, even when it's tempting. You are to only use it for academic reasons, is that clear?"
"I understand, Professor."
"Good," his features softened as he walked closer to her, "then I trust you won't have any problems, also, it's imperative that you don't allow yourself to be seen in the same area as your future or past self, by someone else. It's not exactly public knowledge that Hogwarts owns a few Time-Turners."
She got the message; Professor Dumbledore had gone through great lengths to acquire her this device, and she had no intention of letting him down. Professor Dumbledore lowered the chain, letting the connected round object fall into her hand. She gazed upon it in amazing but dared not to turn it yet. There would be time to get used to the tool later. Minerva's thoughts raced through possibilities, tactics which she'd need, and found a question brewing in her mind.
"Sir, would the Room of Requirement work between time travel?"
Dumbledore smiled. "If it worked for me in my time, Miss McGonagall, I'm sure it will work for you."
The young witch smiled in amusement as she connected the clasps around her neck, then slid the device under her collar. "Was there anything else Professor?"
"Ah, yes, in fact there was. It's the matter of our weekly lessons. I'm afraid I won't be able to continue them this year, and I suspect it'll be the same next year."
Minerva's brow furrowed with disappointment, she'd been looking forward to learning more about wandless abilities or working on her Animagus training.
Seeing her reaction, Professor Dumbledore lifted her chin softly with his hand, "Had there not been a war, I'd love to continue them. However, I have a feeling you'll have your hands full this year with the extra classes you're taking."
The young witch shrugged. "The only one I think will be challenging enough is Animagus Studies, Sir."
He chuckled. "Indeed. Well, Miss McGonagall, you best be on your way, I wouldn't wish to keep you from the most important meal of the day."
As Minerva left, she felt as if she'd lost something, but couldn't think of it. She had everything she came with, and one item more so, but still, the feeling lingered and part of her dared not figure out what it meant.
September 18th, 1939:
The latest news out of Poland was horrifying. As expected, it had fallen, but because of the swiftness of the defeat and the amount of casualties was staggering for the Muggle world. Nearly 50,000 polish soldiers were killed, and between the Soviets and Hitler's regimen, they'd also conducted a mass murder of over a thousand captured prisoners of war. They've completely ravaged the country by war. Although Britain and France had declared war, the enemy had conducted their operation with very little opposition.
Though the terrible figures of death and destruction were more than enough, what was truly horrifying was that the self announced Dark Lord, Grindelwald, had been successful. Almost thirty Polish Muggle-born students had been murdered by him and his followers. It was at this point that the Headmaster had to make an announcement in order to calm the students and reassure them that along as the Dark Lord and his forces remained in the Continent, there was nothing he could do to reach the students. Nevertheless, Prefect's night patrols were arranged an hour later to keep a sense of security. Xavier had been summoned to the Headmaster's office this morning to receive the unfortunate news that his uncle and aunt had been killed. He'd been sent home for the rest of the week to mourn, along with a few other students whose relatives lost their lives.
By this time, Minerva was slowly but surely becoming used to the Time-Turner, and although her friends were suspicious at first, they always adjusted to her behaving strangely these days, especially after meeting and learning about Avrenim, who'd yet to show herself again. As promised, the Animagus class started that afternoon, were a delight. The group meet on Mondays and Thursdays for a few hours, perfect for working between Quidditch practice, and it was a very small group. There were two levels assigned; Advanced, for those who had successfully completed their transformation, and Apprentice, for those learning. There were a total of ten students, two Advanced, and eight Apprentices, with Minerva and Poppy the only third years.
"Good afternoon, everyone."
"Good afternoon, Professor Dumbledore."
"Yes, yes, welcome to Animagus Studies. If haven't already noticed, we have two new students, Miss McGonagall and Miss Pomfrey joining us this year, I expect you all to help them as you have been helped in the past. Now, let's get started shall we?"
His eyes gleamed as he flashed a glance to Minerva, before his body instantly began to shrink and become covered with fiery feathers. In a blink of an eye, the man who had once been Professor Dumbledore, had been replaced by a beautiful phoenix. It let out a pleasing cry, then flew around the room, continuing to amaze every student, before turning around and transforming back.
Minerva's heart was thumping so loudly in excitement she was afraid Poppy could hear it. This is what she wanted more than anything in the world, to become an Animagus. It'd allow her to flee from her parents and get into Aquae Lament without being spotted. It was perfect, but most of all, it was one of the most advanced, and dangerous forms of Transfiguration, and hence, a challenge.
If she could pass this, she could do anything.
November 14th, 1939:
Minerva thought the Room of Requirement for privacy and secrecy, and it gave it to her. She removed the device from her uniform and wound it twice, before she suddenly saw someone appear in front of her. It was her self.
"Merlin's pants!" they both screamed in unison. "What are you doing here?"
They put their hands on their hips. "Me? What about you?" It was like looking into a mirror, and hearing exactly what you said repeated- it was ever so frustrating.
"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Finally, they stopped reacting the same, though their responses were on the same frequency.
"Why yes, it's Thursday, I'm off to Dumbledore's Animagus class, you?"
"Charms, and I'm still praying that no one will miss me! This entire thing is so-"
"-weird!... Stop that. No, you stop!" They threw their hands up in unison.
"Wait, did you say Animagus class? You're two turns forward..."
"Oh, lovely, thanks. Now get a move on, I have time to waste, but you don't. Go, or you'll be late!" her future self said, taping the activation wheel and forcing the present Minerva back into the past.
Minerva had a hard time concentration in Charms class that hour, still trying to wrap her mind around the fact that she had seen herself and had not displayed the typical reaction that most did- death by their own hands. She decided it would be best to start keeping a journal of when she used the Time-Turner in order to prevent such accidents in the future.
In addition to her Charms class, Minerva had a lesson in Magical Theory she promised to mentor for that afternoon, and by the time she finally got to the Gryffindor Tower, she had completely forgotten about her Animagus class. With a groan, she headed off into the Room of Requirement, filling her mind with thoughts of need and help while fiddling to get the Time-Turner out and accidentally turned it five times. She rushed into the hidden room and activated the device with a deep breath. It was only when opened her eyes that she realized that she was reliving what her past self did several hours ago...
She didn't have to act anything out, it was all natural for her, not a thought went into her actions. It was odd to see her self again, and that same fear crept through her mind again. After activating her past self's time device, she cursed.
Two turns early? she sighed, then started to laugh. I should have paid attention to the past encounter!
Quickly, she made her way to Professor Dumbledore's classroom, knowing he had a free period, hoping he'd let her stay for the few hours she had to spare. As she got closer, she began to overhear a conversation between Professor Dumbledore and Headmaster Dippet, one she slightly wished she hadn't heard. Dippet's voice was low, she had to strain to hear much, and even then she could only make out a few words in the beginning.
"-war's is getting closer, Albus... Hogwarts isn't prepared-"
Dumbledore's voice wasn't as calm, however. He's voice clearly displayed that he was rather frustrated and angry. "I know, Armando, I know, but there's nothing I can do about it! Please just let the matter be, I may have known Grindelwald once, but that doesn't mean anything to him anymore."
"Alright, old friend."
There were more whispers, but they were too quiet for her ears to hear, followed by the sound of a door opening and footsteps. The young witch waited several minutes, not wanting Professor Dumbledore to know that she had, again, eavesdropped on a conversation she probably shouldn't have heard. She already knew Dumbledore had known Grindelwald once, but why he was being asked to solve things relating to the man was beyond her, especially considering he was needed at Hogwarts to teach, not on front line negotiations!
"Professor?"
Dumbledore turned around. His eyes gave way of his emotional and physical state; he was exhausted. "Ah, Miss McGonagall, what brings you here so early?"
"I accidentally made two extra turns, which is just an addition to all the other chaos. Today seems to never end."
"You and me both, it seems." The professor sighed as he sat in his chair. Minerva sat on a table, facing him with curiosity and trying not to look too suspicious, but like a cat, it could not be hidden. Dumbledore smirked at the girl's actions, quickly deciding to change subjects. "We haven't gotten the chance to chat very much this year, how are you coping with the Time-Turner?"
"Aside from today, I've gotten a handle of it and I'm keeping up with my classes, even with the extra work."
"That's good to hear, and what of the Animagus class? I've seen you helping Miss Pomfrey from time-to-time and you seem to be enjoying yourself. Is the work challenging enough?" he winked at her.
"I adore the class, Sir, and it is challenging enough..." Minerva smiled, "for now."
"For now?" Dumbledore chuckled. "You are becoming too smart for your own good, you know, Miss McGonagall. How are you satisfying your curiosity?"
Minerva shrugged. "I've borrowed the second and third books from the library to keep myself occupied."
The professor shook his head in partial amusement. "Just be careful, my dear. Experimenting with the Animagus process can be extremely dangerous."
"I know, Sir, but I can't help it. I feel connected to the magic involved and it's fascinating!" Her excitement shined through her exhausted form, causing a few twinkles in Dumbledore's eyes to appear. "If you don't mind, Sir, I'd really like to ask a few questions."
"You have questions?" he smirked. "Very well, ask away."
"I've noticed that Transfiguration is the only one without the Ancient History of its founding, why is that?"
Dumbledore grinned. "I've wondered that myself, Miss McGonagall."
"So it's true then, not much is known?"
"Not enough to be in the books. It's very vague, not even I've been able to figure it out."
"But you have idea's?"
Professor Dumbledore nodded. "I have a theory that Transfiguration might have been learned by a different species then then eventually evolved into our own methods. There are some species whose magic evolves and I've seen evidence that suggests Transfiguration is a method of such incorporation."
"Magical evolution? Professor, that's an incredibly bold and hard to fathom hypothesis," she smirked, with a gleam of humor her eyes "However, it's not too far fetched enough for me to dispense."
Dumbledore grinned. "You know, if I were talking to anyone else,someone would think me crazy."
"I could never think you delusional, Professor, I respect you too much."
"I means a great deal for me to hear you say that, my dear."
Minerva smiled softly. "I know, Sir, and if there's anything I can do to help, let me know. After all, I've got time on my side."
He nodded in agreement, appreciating her compassion for his well being, especially during these grim times.
May 11th, 1940:
The news about Nazi Germany invading France last night broke out like wild fire. A month ago, Denmark had surrendered, mostly due to Untergang's involvement, and Norway was invaded soon after. Because of this, the fear of France falling into enemy hands was being taken very seriously. The Beauxbatons Academy of Magic had officially declared that all students were to stay at the castle over the summer for their protection, and word came that most parents agreed to it. The fighting, in both Muggle and Wizard worlds alike was vicious and devastating, there had never been a war quite like this in either history. The casualties were mounting, and according the Headmaster Dippet, it was only just beginning. He also stated that the Governors were working on a plan to keep the students who needed to stay over the summer for their protection, with their parents permission.
The stress of the war was evident on the teachers, especially Professor Dumbledore who gradually seemed to be more absent than anyone would suspect as normal, but all his substitutes, especially Professor Merrythought, assured everyone that it was nothing to worry about. Minerva knew better than to believe what they said, however, she didn't wish to bother Dumbledore anymore than what she needed to. He was a very busy man these days.
As a means of forgetting about the war, there were many students- especially Minerva and Poppy -who used their studies, homework and research to cope and the Animagus class proved evermore perfect for that reason alone. Both witches were scouring the books and training like hungry lions. Although both witches were on the same reading and comprehension of the spells, the dark haired witch was the one excelling beyond what most could do in three years, even with Professor Dumbledore gone half the time.
For Rolanda and Xavier, Quidditch became a way of relieving stress for every member of the team, Minerva frequently caught them talking before and after practices or accidental staring at eachother, lost in thought. Every now and then she'd catch them in a row, but it never lasted long, to the team's relief. They were close to the House Cup and no one wanted to lose because of uncooperative teammates.
May 25th, 1940:
Today's the day! the dark haired with thought with a bit of excitement and nerves. As long as Dumbledore is here for class, that is...
Poppy hooked arms with her sisters as they walked down the hall towards the Transfiguration Department. Hawke said that he saw him today, so you needn't worry about that!
Minerva could feel her heartbeat slowly picking up speed as they sat in their seats. Their professor entered the room a few minuets later, to her immense relief and she waited for class to officially start, before raising her hand.
"Professor Dumbledore?"
"Yes, McGonagall?"
"I've been studying the fourth and fifth Animagus training books, completed all the prerequisite training already, and I would like to attempt the transformation today."
"Today? My dear, it takes years to..." Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes. "Did you say fourth and fifth, Miss McGonagall?"
"Yes, Professor."
She could see a twinkle in his eyes as a small smile appeared. "Would you care to perform them? I'd like to see what you've accomplished."
Minerva nodded her head with respect, they took out her wand from her pocket as Poppy clasped her hand for a second and whispered, "Good luck."
The green-eyed witch started by transforming a common object into what she wanted her Animagus to look like. She hardly paused between the transition of spells as she attempted to pass through the Transfiguration vortex with her mind. Her body changing form in a constant state of chaos, ending the transition by holding onto the form of her Animagus. A small, silver, tabby cat with the identification marks of her rectangle glasses near the eyes. Minerva held this form for a little over a minute before she changed back. Turning around to see the small class of five, including her Professor, astonished. Poppy just grinned, having seen it before. Minerva wasn't surprised by their reaction; in less than six months she had perfected what most students rarely complete in three years, and it's usually less than perfect.
Professor Dumbledore began to clap in appraisal, the rest of the class joined in as well. "Very impressive, Miss McGonagall, you completed each phase with precision and grace. Therefore, after class, I will be more than willing to begin your transformation. Prepare for a long night as it may take several hours."
"Thank you, Professor, I will," the young witch sat down at her seat then dived into more notes for the initial transformation, 'The Right of Passage'.
Min, what are you doing? Her sister asked, her honey glazed voice echoed through their mind.
What does it look like? I'm studying!
You've done everything correct since we started this. I honestly don't think you'll need to study, you're going to pass it, I know you will!
I appreciate your confidence, sister, but you're missing your lecture. Stop worrying about me!
Poppy chuckled softly, then hurried to catch up on her notes. The rest of the hour passed by so quickly that when Professor Dumbledore announces, "Class dismissed", it startled her. The two advanced students passed by her, offering congratulations and luck. She thanked them while closing her books, then looked at Poppy once more.
"I'll tell Rola to excuse you from Quidditch practice, but I'm sure she already knows." She placed a hand on her shoulder. "Good luck, Min, I'll see you tomorrow."
Minerva watched her sister leave with a nervous smile.
"Are you ready, Miss McGonagall?" Dumbledore asked.
Looking up at her mentor, she pushed the nervous thoughts out her mind. This is your chance to prove yourself, the very moment you've been devoting every minute of free time into! Your more than ready Minerva, just close your eyes and say the spell...
"I am, Professor," she answered with bold determination.
"Good, your confidence will serve you well during the process. Without such, the transformation would be a costly mistake." Professor Dumbledore waved his hand. Instantly, the furniture moved to both sides of the room, providing Minerva space to complete her right of passage as an Animagus. "Now, recite the spell for me."
Minerva recited the words she had memorized from the first day she was accepted into the class. "Reformatio Corporis Formaelectionis."
"Very good." His features grew very stern. "Now, I must warn you; this is a very dangerous task. I would not allow you to perform this action if I did not believe you to be ready. Remember to stretch out your senses and only grab the thread of magic that calls your memories. Follow and find the channel of magic that your Animagus leads you to." Dumbledore said, speaking his last minute advice towards his most prospective student.
Minerva nodded, clearing her thoughts from her mind as she readied her wand, weaving it in the air around her as she spoke the incantation. She ended the spell with her fir wood wand pointed towards the sky and her eyes involuntarily began to close as when she began to see sparks of unique light. There were soft glowing strands stretching over her, surrounding her and begging her to grapple onto them, but she refused, waiting for the strand that called to her deeply and personally. A soft purring whisper began to fill her mind as a lavender strand began to stretch towards her, the special voice that she knew Mico and Gracie to utter with her.
Her mind latched onto the strand instinctively as it curled around her gently, almost frightening her in the process. Pushing past her fear and forcing her excitement back into a stable amount, Minerva let the strand guide her towards the channel of magic. They passed through many doors, many of which reached out and called towards her. Their voices made her skin crawl, almost wanting to let go, to follow them and fight. An unusual behavior, she noted to herself, silently recalling her purpose and prepared her mind to resist the temptations ahead. All sorts of emotions flowed through her mind, quietly whispering and begging her to possess them. It was torture for her physical self, to go through so many emotions at once, and the longer she endured it, the more her mind felt as if it was slipping away from the Animagus' thread.
No, you will not let go! You've worked far too hard for this moment, you will see this through Minerva! The new thoughts poured confidence throughout her mind. Her grip stopped slipping, retaining a strong hold that ever before.
Finally, she came across an open door. It was silent and refused to beg to anyone, but something unusual about this door caught her attention, and apparently, her Animagus' spirit as well. Along the channel's rim, emblems of symbolic writing she could not comprehend, glowed as her mental essence settled upon the door. Nothing about this door was what her books described as the channel she was suppose to embrace, yet, by simply looking at the symbols she knew this was her door, specifically designed for her kind. The young witch didn't entirely understand, though her Animagus strand led her into the door without command as Minerva began feeling her mental essence taking the form of her familiar nude human body. She let go of the magical strand, letting it dissolve into a mist before reforming into a foggy glow of a silver tabby.
With a nod exchanged between them, they continued their walk into the channel as the door closed behind them, removing all accessible light. She only took a few steps before the strange letters swarmed around her and the tabby, striking her body with incredible force and scorching her skin as the symbolic lettering embedded itself into her. She cried out but no sound was made, almost driving her mad in the process. The pain subsided after a few moments, making it bearable for her to stand. Step by step, she and the tabby cat continued their walk. The sensation of being inside the channel was astoundingly blissful, but heart wrenching painful. Gradually, the young witch began to notice that with each step she took, the process was deliberately becoming antagonizing harder to make. She didn't have much time. Minerva turned towards her Animagus, looking into a familiar set of green eyes.
With one thought she let go of everything; her emotions, thoughts, memories and eventually her human form. The Animagus copied her emotional sway, and eventually Minerva began to see her human form slowly replacing the tabby cat in front of her. She herself began to feel smaller, flexible and far more aware of her surroundings than she could possibly imagine.
The entire process miserably tormenting as her markings flared up again, this time making her insides ignite, causing her to suffer anguish she thought it would never stop and her body aching to cry out, pleading for surrender, but Minerva refused. Her will and determination forced her to endure the everlasting affliction to complete what she longed for. A bright light began to form behind her thoughts as she continued to focus past the agony. The light eventually halted her sense and she slowly began to feel her heart heal from the agonizing experience before the black abyss surrounded her completely, utterly and compassionately.
Albus watched as his most promising student chanted the rather complicated spell. He slowly took out his wand in case something went horribly wrong, though he had a suspicion that she'd complete her task, then moved behind her as she closed her eyes. Soon her body went limp, just as all students do as they attach their minds into their Animagus' magical threading bond, and he was right behind her when she fell, catching her lean figure in his arms before resting her head on a small pillow he conjured. Her fists clenched as her breathing hitched, her body began to writhe and sweat slowly started beading on her forehead from the mental strain impending down upon her.
Judging by her reactions, Albus knew the doors were now tormenting the poor girl, just as they had done to him and every student which passed through the Right of Passage. He conjured up a small water basin with a washcloth and padded her face softly with the damp cloth. He lost count of time with his focus solely on detecting signs of a mental breaking. Twenty... thirty... forty minutes? He had no idea.
To his relief, the girl stopped moving and opened her eyes when the anomaly occurred, they glowed a bright neon blue. Strange symbols started etching themselves within her skin, shining through her clothes as if the letters were burning through the cloth.
He smiled softly. Well, well, she found special door...
As the minutes ticked by, he gradually began to notice small changes. Some were subtle and hardly recognizable while others... not so much. Her nose started to shrink, pressing in towards her face and her eyes became almond shaped as her skin slowly became a silky soft fur that clung to her shrinking body. In no more than a half hour, the young girl he knew so well had become a small silver tabby cat. Complete with her own set of whiskers, claws and a tail.
He waited five more minutes, watching for any more warning signs of disaster, but none occurred and Albus Dumbledore contacted the Head Matron. Miss McGonagall will need a place to sleep tonight where someone could monitor her and be with her when she woke up.
He chuckled softly, remembering his own experience.
May 26th, 1940:
Professor Dumbledore awoke subtlety, taking in yesterday's events slowly. It took him awhile to absorb that a third year student had successfully transformed into her Animagus. Even he had not completed such so soon, granted it was only a four month difference, but still, the accomplishment alone was astonishing. He made a mental note to award her as he changed into a set of amethyst wizard robes. A soft chime from his fire place echoed though his rooms before green smoke appeared in the chimney when the Head Nurse's head appeared from the smoke.
"Professor Dumbledore, are you awake yet? Miss McGonagall's starting to awaken."
"Ah, excellent news! Thank you, Madame Nurix, I'll be up in a moment."
This should be interesting, Albus thought as he also took a handful of Floo powder and transported himself into the medical wing. His eyes immediately came upon a silver tabby in the Head Nurse's arms, swathed in a blanket. Albus slowly walked over the the pair, glancing at his newly transformed student. Her brilliant green eyes were wide with horror, shock, disbelief, fear? All incredibly understandable given the circumstances.
"McGonagall, I know you can hear me," Professor Dumbledore spoke to his student in a soft and reassuring tone. "You are in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts and your transformation went perfectly. I need you to calm yourself. Madam Nurix is going to place you on the bed now." He waited until the silver tabby was curled up on the bed, snuggled in the blanket, with her eyes poking out and staring at him. He chuckled softly, the sight was absolutely adorable
"It's time for you to change back into your human form, McGonagall. Calm your mind and think about your human features, experiences and memories as you recite the spell again in your mind." He patiently waited for a few moments. Eventually the small creature tucked under the blanked became the young, and persistently talented, witch he knew. McGonagall sat up on the bed, her eyes squinting and her right hand holding the side of her head, clearly bracing for an impending headache.
"I'll be in my office if you need anything," Madam Nurix said, walking off as Professor Dumbledore clapped quietly.
"Well done, Miss McGonagall, very well done."
She groaned softly. "You never told me how painful the entire process was going to be."
Albus chuckled. "You are correct, I didn't, however, would that have changed your ambition to complete your transformation?"
"No, but-"
"Then there was no point in me telling you, was there?" he smiled. "Besides, it would have only made you more nervous. Now, I do believe forty points are to be added in your name, Miss McGonagall, for your outstanding achievement."
"Thank you, Sir. Um... Professor, if you don't mind me asking, when did you complete your transformation?"
"Near the end of the first month, in my fourth year."
Minerva's eyes widened in shock. She had finished the transformation nearly four months earlier than her Professor, she had never dreamed...
"Is there anything else you'd like to ask me, Miss McGonagall?" he asked her calmly and with a gentle smile, cutting off her thoughts. Even if his student didn't ask the question he was looking for, he had every intention of informing her himself.
"I, um..." she closed her mouth for a moment, thinking about her experience. "The channel I went though, it didn't look like anything the books described and it didn't feel like a typical channel should have. Then there were those symbols on the door, they engraved themselves into me like fire." She rubbed her arms, shaking off the memory starting to reform in her mind. Her eyes caught glimpse of a deep crimson symbol on the back of her hand. Startled, she rolled up her sleeve to her elbow, revealing the lettering and gasped.
"Don't worry, my dear, they'll go away in a few days, although I should probably warn you when that you transform, the markings will appear again for several hours"
"Are you certain?"
Her Professor nodded his head. "I had the same experience during my own transformation, and yes, you are correct; that door is not a typical channel that most take. There is an Ancient legend said that only those who are chosen in the art of Transfiguration at a young age, are allowed access into this channel. No one is entirely sure why this channel opens itself to us, but when it happens, it is a very rare and extraordinary three people in Hogwarts history have been known to go through it, and you are now the fourth. You should be proud and honored of such high recognition, Miss McGonagall."
"I... thank you, Professor Dumbledore, I am," Minerva said, lightly blushing under such appraisal. Her eyes flickered to the back of the room, making Albus turn his head to take a look as well. Minerva's friends Rolanda Hooch, Poppy Pomfrey, Augusta Louise and Pomona Sprout were near the door, waiting for their turn to visit their friend.
"I'll leave you alone, your friends will want to chat with you."
"I have no doubt about that." She smiled again. "Thank you, Professor, I don't know how I would have completed this without your help."
"You are very welcome, McGonagall, but I assure you, you would have passed the Rite without me. You are an immensely talented witch, my dear. That being said, make sure to take it easy for the next few days. Even the most powerful witches and wizards know when they're bodies are need of a good rest." He winked at her, patted her shoulder then walked towards the fireplace. The four girls ran to her side after Dumbledore started his exit, all entirely too excited and eager to her the latest news.
"Min!" Poppy exclaimed as she hugged her friend.
"We were all worried about you last night, especially Mico."
"It's good to know you're still alive!" Pomona said with a small chuckle as she took her turn in embracing her friend.
"I don't know how long I'd be able to stand Poppy practicing her healing spells on me if you didn't- ouch!" Poppy shoved her elbow into Rolanda's side, glaring at her hawk-eyed friend. Minerva laughed at their friendly banter. It was good to have them at her side again. Poppy's hazel eyes became serious again as she looked back at her green-eyed sister.
"You did completed it right, your Right of Passage to become an Animagus?" the pudgy witch asked, her brown eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Of course I did!"
"What was it like?" Poppy's eagerness to hear about the Right shone through like a beacon.
"Incredibly painful, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally," she looked at Pomona, "Much like going through a Devil's Snare, only much more deep inside in the mind. There were these doors that talked to you, whispering and begging for you to stop and enter them. Eventually, I came across a rather odd door with strange lettering on the rim. I've never heard of anything like it in my studies before!"
"Nor I," Poppy spoke quietly. "What do you suppose it was?"
"Not even Professor Dumbledore knows for certain."
"Did you go in?" Augusta asked.
Minerva nodded. "And when I did, the emblems on the door branded themselves into me like a hot iron."
"What?" Rolanda yelled, outraged that such a practice and process was allowed.
"Hush Rola!" Pomona restrained the hawk-eyed girl.
"That should not be allowed!" she turned to Minerva, her golden yellow eyes burning with outrage. "It's cruel and-"
"It wasn't a normal experience, Rola, just about every student never experienced such a torture. I went through a special door, one that only shows itself to those that were chosen for Transfiguration. It's a very rare event-"
"I should hope so!"
"-and one that should be taken with dignity and honor."
Rolanda stayed silent for a moment, arms crossed, pursed lips and golden eyes staring at Minerva intensely, then sighed and threw her hands in the air. "I give up! I've idea how you can you consider that honorable, having to go through torture because of you were chosen for a specific special talent. It's madness, the lot of it!"
All five laughed, bringing tears to their eyes. Rolanda had a knack of saying exactly what they needed to hear to set the mood of the room back into happiness.
"I know," Minerva said through her blissful chuckles, "it doesn't makes sense!"
"Not one little bit!" The hawk eyed girl kissed the new Animagi's cheeks and hugged her tightly. "Now, can you show us your Animagus, or should you wait?"
Augusta snorted, "Rola, please, let's give Min a break. She already suffered a stressful night!
"Besides, it probably wouldn't be the best idea to be changing into a cat right now, she needs her rest," Pomona pointed out, forcing a sight from Rolanda, but she snapped right back into her teasing mood again with a smirk.
"Fine, but after you get done with your classes tomorrow, we want to see it!"
"It's a deal."
Ladies and Gentlemen, we have finally reached World War II and the Grindelwald era I've been so anxious to get to! Enjoy! If you're wondering what Anhänger and Untergang mean, visit my website or Twitter! (The meanings do not have a significance to the story, but it might be of interest to see the backstory behind them!)
Oh, and make sure to give your love to Em, she's really been amazing by dealing with these long chapters!
~LinK