This chapter is basically an insight into Tom's thoughts and what he's planning and we see Minerva from his view. Tom does not fancy Minerva, after all Voldemort couldn't love, and Minerva does fancy him either (I'm too much of a MMAD fan for that). It's short but its all building up soon...believe me. We get to see more MMAD up soon (YAY) but at the moment, Min's too young (she's fourteen!).

November - Tom's Fantasy

He admitted she was beautiful but it wasn't her marvellous looks he was after. She was smart, a genius even. She aced every test she had done, could do a spell right after being introduced to her. She was going to grow up into a very powerful witch. A useful witch.

Tom knew what he wanted to become, who to be. He had already influcened a few students of his own year and those below him. His house praised him; although they may bully and harass the other years, the Slytherins sticked together and even helped out the younger years. They knew how good Tom was with a wand. He had already been invited to the Slug club and Minerva had not.

The fact Tom was a Slytherin might have influcened Slughorn but neverless, he was chosen over her. Did she know? Probably. Did she care? Definetly not. She walked around the school like the perfect witch she was, her hair tied back in a variety of beatiful ribbons. He wondered where she got those ribbons. She had a new one every October and Christmas, like a pattern.

He'd heard some teachers talk about her. The fool Dumbledore did nearly every lesson: "The fastest person to learn this spell was Minerva McGonagall, in a total time of five seconds..." "If any of you need help with your homework, don't be afraid to seek out anyone from the older years, like Minerva McGonagall from the third year Gryffindor house..."

Minerva, Minerva, Minerva. She was such a pet: loyal to her friends and teachers. She was a Mudblood lover so it would be hard to try and as her to join him.

To rule the world free of Muggles and Mudbloods...it would seem alot nicer with her by his side.

She was perfect, the ideal follower. Most of his Slytherin goonies were as thick as two short planks. No wonder they listened to the younger years; they were equally as stupid.

She would be powerful, enough to take down anyone who stood in their way. She would be the perfect pawn, doing as he commanded. When he ruled the world, she would be the greatest...queen? No, Tom didn't have friends, yet alone lovers. Ties like that could get him killed one day. Love was pathetic. Yet...

Tom's thoughts were always on her as he wandered around. He had tried sucking up to her but she saw through that, he had tried hating her and appearing mysterious but she carried on like normal and seemed happy about it-

Tom paused as he walked across the grounds towards the forbidden forest to read one of his restricted-section stolen books. Glancing over down the grounds, he saw Minerva sitting on the ground with her wand out. Her face was deeply concertrated and she was muttering something under her breath. Whisps of white sprouted from her wand. He frowned; was she having spell trouble?

Cautiously, Tom approached her. "Hello Minerva." Call her Minerva, she hates Minnie. He thought to himself.

Minerva turned around and glared at him questioningly. "Hello Tom, what are you doing here?"

"I was just looking for somewhere to read. The library was a bit too full." He lied. Minerva raised an eyebrow?

"A full library?"

"Mr Ravolo was trying to get people out of their houses and outside again. Something about it being a fine day. Most of them hid in the library."

Minerva eyed him curiously before believing his story and turning away from him. "So why are you here talking to me?" She questioned.

"I was just hoping to ask if...we could start again?"

She didn't say anything but turned around again. "Pardon?"

"I realise I was wrong last year. You see, I'm still new to the wizarding world and...the other Slytherins were always insulting Muggle-borns so I thought that was right. I really didn't understand, Minerva. They told me to ignore you, saying you were a blood traitor and blood traitors are bad people. I honestly was immarture. But I've done some reading over the holidays and I've matured too. I understand now and I am sorry for the things I said about your friend. I didn't understand but now I do."

It was an almost perfect lie. Was he sorry? No. Did he plan on stopping his plans? Never. All he needed was her on his side. He was still young but if he could just one day win her over, when they're older...

"Do you promise never to say things like that again?" Minerva questioned.

Tom nodded. "Promise." He lied.

"Okay, I forgive you." She replied. Tom grinned.

"Thank you, Minerva." Tom turned and started to hike towards the forest. "I'll see you later."

Minerva mumbled a reply before turning back to concertrating. Tom hung back to catch the spell: "Expecto Patronum."

Nothing but a white whisp came from the tip of her wand and Minerva growled, annoyed. Tom smirked. Maybe she wasn't as perfect as he thought.