A story of Min Chapter 6
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize is not mine. Please do not sue me…I have no $.
A beacon of silver moonlight flooded through the open window, the long, scarlet curtains fluttering in the cool October breeze. Sitting in a chair before the window, staring up at the sky, was Minerva. Her long, raven black hair flew behind her in the wind. In her hand, crushed between the windowsill and her palm, were a pair of glasses and a creased piece of parchment. It was textured with many cracks and creases, having been folded and unfolded numerous times in the day.
"What am I supposed to do now? He wants to talk to me…talk to me about what? Why does he want to talk to me now? He had six years to pull me over for a chat after I stopped talking to him in first year!" she thought, checking the note over again, nearly hysterical.
Then she stopped, and took a deep breath.
"all right, all right, calm yourself, Minerva…he probably just wants a friendly talk or something…" she said to herself aloud.
With that, she decided she was being ridiculous, worrying about something so silly. She stood up, brushed off her robes, and shut the window.
Before she got into bed, she took a long look in her mirror. Then she just shook her head at her reflection and blew out the candle.
~
At 2:15 the next afternoon, Minerva strode into the entrance hall, her nose in a book, and sat on a stool she mindlessly conjured by the door. To her surprise, a large hand landed on her shoulder.
Not suspecting anyone to be here yet, she jumped, startled, and turned.
"You are scared easily, aren't you?" Said Remus.
" well, not all of us expect people popping up behind them all the time, you know," she replied, slightly blushing.
Remus shrugged and motioned towards the door
"Shall we?"
Minerva rose and walked out with him. The leaves on the trees were changing various colors, and they floated down to the ground in the wisps of chilly wind. In silence, Remus and Minerva walked through the grounds. When they reached the lake, Remus pointed towards a bench and they sat down.
Minerva looked cautiously over the rims of her square spectacles into the eyes of her friend.
"What was it you wanted to see me about, Remus?"
" I'd like to know a lot of things, some of which I should have asked you long ago, and I didn't want to have to continue wondering for years."
Minerva swallowed and averted her gaze to the golden leaves drifting from the trees onto the glassy surface of the lake. In a quiet voice she asked, "what is it that you want to know?"
Remus placed his hand on top of hers
" I want to know why you stopped talking to Sirius, James and I, why you stopped writing. Why you avoided us, and everyone else, and why you still do."
Minerva sighed and looked down at the grass below her feet.
"no one ever told you, Remus?" she said thickly.
Remus looked bewildered, " what? Tell me what?"
Minerva swallowed once more and took a deep breath. When she looked up, her eyes were shining with tears.
" The summer before my seventh year, and your second, my parents were murdered. It was that very day we came back from school shopping, and the people were killed in Diagon alley. I came home and had a small argument with my parents about responsibility. M-my father accused me of being irresponsible, and that it was unfair to jeopardize the lives of young children."
With this, Minerva's voice faltered and she looked down again. Remus was listening with rapt attention, sorrow in his eyes.
" and…and then I rushed out of the house and sat near a pond. W-when I came back… well, they were…"
Minerva looked up again, silent tears leaving clear tracks on her cheeks.
" I promised I would never be unfair or irresponsible again. And I just disconnected myself with the world, and dedicated myself to my classes, as I had done before meeting you. I'm so sorry Remus. I was just so…afraid."
With that Minerva covered her face in her hands and inwardly scolded herself.
"stop being so ridiculous," she thought, " you've moved on. Life is fine. You don't need friends, or Remus, and you don't cry! You never cry! Never!"
Right then and there Minerva decided that if she could ever get inside her own head, her first notion would be to kick the crud out of that inner voice.
Remus felt horribly relieved. He knew that he shouldn't be relieved, for his friend was on the bench beside him crying, but he just couldn't help it. He was so glad that the reason she shunned them was not his fault that he had to struggle to keep from smiling and laughing aloud while he held Minerva in a hug.
"come on now Min, its all over and done with. Ignoring everyone, never laughing or showing emotion, and hiding away in your little corner won't help," said Remus in a soothing voice, " you were the first friend I ever made, and I don't want you to be another that I've lost."
Minerva looked up into his eyes, and as her gaze met his, something stirred that she'd never seen before. It was as though he was looking right into her, but she didn't mind. In fact, for the first time in years, she smiled and laughed, forgetting whatever promises she'd ever made to herself.
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize is not mine. Please do not sue me…I have no $.
A beacon of silver moonlight flooded through the open window, the long, scarlet curtains fluttering in the cool October breeze. Sitting in a chair before the window, staring up at the sky, was Minerva. Her long, raven black hair flew behind her in the wind. In her hand, crushed between the windowsill and her palm, were a pair of glasses and a creased piece of parchment. It was textured with many cracks and creases, having been folded and unfolded numerous times in the day.
"What am I supposed to do now? He wants to talk to me…talk to me about what? Why does he want to talk to me now? He had six years to pull me over for a chat after I stopped talking to him in first year!" she thought, checking the note over again, nearly hysterical.
Then she stopped, and took a deep breath.
"all right, all right, calm yourself, Minerva…he probably just wants a friendly talk or something…" she said to herself aloud.
With that, she decided she was being ridiculous, worrying about something so silly. She stood up, brushed off her robes, and shut the window.
Before she got into bed, she took a long look in her mirror. Then she just shook her head at her reflection and blew out the candle.
~
At 2:15 the next afternoon, Minerva strode into the entrance hall, her nose in a book, and sat on a stool she mindlessly conjured by the door. To her surprise, a large hand landed on her shoulder.
Not suspecting anyone to be here yet, she jumped, startled, and turned.
"You are scared easily, aren't you?" Said Remus.
" well, not all of us expect people popping up behind them all the time, you know," she replied, slightly blushing.
Remus shrugged and motioned towards the door
"Shall we?"
Minerva rose and walked out with him. The leaves on the trees were changing various colors, and they floated down to the ground in the wisps of chilly wind. In silence, Remus and Minerva walked through the grounds. When they reached the lake, Remus pointed towards a bench and they sat down.
Minerva looked cautiously over the rims of her square spectacles into the eyes of her friend.
"What was it you wanted to see me about, Remus?"
" I'd like to know a lot of things, some of which I should have asked you long ago, and I didn't want to have to continue wondering for years."
Minerva swallowed and averted her gaze to the golden leaves drifting from the trees onto the glassy surface of the lake. In a quiet voice she asked, "what is it that you want to know?"
Remus placed his hand on top of hers
" I want to know why you stopped talking to Sirius, James and I, why you stopped writing. Why you avoided us, and everyone else, and why you still do."
Minerva sighed and looked down at the grass below her feet.
"no one ever told you, Remus?" she said thickly.
Remus looked bewildered, " what? Tell me what?"
Minerva swallowed once more and took a deep breath. When she looked up, her eyes were shining with tears.
" The summer before my seventh year, and your second, my parents were murdered. It was that very day we came back from school shopping, and the people were killed in Diagon alley. I came home and had a small argument with my parents about responsibility. M-my father accused me of being irresponsible, and that it was unfair to jeopardize the lives of young children."
With this, Minerva's voice faltered and she looked down again. Remus was listening with rapt attention, sorrow in his eyes.
" and…and then I rushed out of the house and sat near a pond. W-when I came back… well, they were…"
Minerva looked up again, silent tears leaving clear tracks on her cheeks.
" I promised I would never be unfair or irresponsible again. And I just disconnected myself with the world, and dedicated myself to my classes, as I had done before meeting you. I'm so sorry Remus. I was just so…afraid."
With that Minerva covered her face in her hands and inwardly scolded herself.
"stop being so ridiculous," she thought, " you've moved on. Life is fine. You don't need friends, or Remus, and you don't cry! You never cry! Never!"
Right then and there Minerva decided that if she could ever get inside her own head, her first notion would be to kick the crud out of that inner voice.
Remus felt horribly relieved. He knew that he shouldn't be relieved, for his friend was on the bench beside him crying, but he just couldn't help it. He was so glad that the reason she shunned them was not his fault that he had to struggle to keep from smiling and laughing aloud while he held Minerva in a hug.
"come on now Min, its all over and done with. Ignoring everyone, never laughing or showing emotion, and hiding away in your little corner won't help," said Remus in a soothing voice, " you were the first friend I ever made, and I don't want you to be another that I've lost."
Minerva looked up into his eyes, and as her gaze met his, something stirred that she'd never seen before. It was as though he was looking right into her, but she didn't mind. In fact, for the first time in years, she smiled and laughed, forgetting whatever promises she'd ever made to herself.