Hogwarts: Before Voldemort Was Voldemort, Part Two
A/n: I'm actually beginning to warm to the idea of McGonagall and Voldemort as a couple. I think maybe it's slightly more plausible than her and Snape......but I still prefer writing about Snape! I wasn't actually going to carry on after the first one, but I write fanfiction to help me sleep, and hey, everyone needs to sleep! But there aren't enough hours in the day to go to school, do homework, maintan two websites AND write two separate fanfiction series, so I think that if I AM going to continue with this one, I'll have to add to it alot less reguarly than I do my Behind Closed Doors series. (Yep, I'm not finished with that! Sorry if you thought I was, but I've already written the next part and I'm gonna put it up as soon as I've run it through a spell checker!) But who knows, maybe it'll help my sanity. Maybe I'll wake up one morning and think: McGonagall and Snape, whatever was I thinking?' And maybe it will turn out that the moon is made of cheese and my maths teacher is really Snape in disguise.......
As she watched her first year Hufflepuff class take out their books and turn to copy notes from the page she had instructed, Minerva McGonagall sat back in her chair and closed her eyes.
She hadn't had much sleep the night before, and she had been cursing herself all day for allowing herself to think about that time.....She always felt the same way after she thought back, and she always ended up tormenting herself, wondering if there was anything she could have done to change the way things turned out. She knew deep down that there was nothing she could have done or said, but it didn't stop her from wondering if she should have at least tried.....
It had been warm the day Tom had made his first move. Unusually warm for October. They had been walking by the side of the lake, trying to spot the giant squid for some reason. She had commented on how humid it was, and he had shot a paper fan out of his wand and handed it to her.
They had sat down, and she had dipped her feet in the lake, placing her shoes neatly to one side. He had teased her about how meticulate she was, and she had pursed her lips and pretended to be cross with him. But it was hard to be cross with Tom. He was always so friendly and full of life, and reminded her somewhat of a stray puppy. She'd never tell him that of course. He'd probably take it the wrong way and go off in a huff. She'd noticed that about him; he could hold a grudge for a lot longer than most people.
On that particular evening, they'd somehow got on to the subject of Hagrid, after seeing him heading towards the forest.
"If it were me in charge, I'd have had him in Azkaban like a shot! He's a danger to us all, wondering around the grounds every day. Who knows what he could set loose!"
"I don't think they allow thirteen year olds in Azkaban Tom," she had said, rolling her eyes.
"Yes, well, I'd have had him locked up until he was old enough to be sent there then. I certainly wouldn't allow him to stay and train to be a groundskeeper! It just goes to show how weak minded people are becoming now-a-days."
"Tom!" she had scolded. "How can you say Professor Dumbledore is weak minded? He belives that Hagrid didn't know what he was doing, shouldn't that be enough for you?"
"No, it shouldn't! Why should I nod and agree, and pretend I agree when every knows that Dumbledore's got it in for me?"
"Oh, not this again! He hasn't got it in for you at all, it's just your imagination running away with you. You can act really paranoid sometimes, you know that?" He had tutted crossly.
"You talk too much sometimes, has anyone ever told you that?" And he had glared at her furiously. She had turned her back on him, and pretended not to care. Then he had sighed.
"I'm sorry Minny," he had said softly, taking her hand in his. She had moved to pull it away from him, but before she could, he had moved it to his lips and kissed the back of it gently. She had been about to reprimand him, when he pulled out his wand and shot a blood red carnation out of the end, and tucked it behind her ear. She remebered vividly how he had stroked her cheek as he gazed into her eyes, and then, before she had known what was happening, his lips had met hers, and they had kissed for the very first time.
If only she had known that the thoughts going through his mind at that moment in time weren't exactly the same as hers. And if only she had known that, at that moment, Tom was silently congratulating himself for putting stage one of his plan into action.......
Another boring authors note: Hee hee, well that was part two, and now I'm pretty much cracking up as I'm sat writing this, because I just had a mental image of McGonagall and Voldemort the way they are NOW, striking up an illicit love affair.....note to self: write fic about McGonagall and Voldemort striking up an illicit love affair in the present day. Hmmmm, my next Technology lesson should be fun, I do all my best thinking in Tech! (Okay, for anyone as oblivious to sarcasm as I am, I'm JOKING! Though come to think of it, it would be quite funny.....)