Summer
1994
By Hippy Gypsy
Disclaimer: All of the Harry Potter characters belong to
Miss JK Rowling (you go girl!), while I on the other hand own Hugo and Luna
McGonagall. Ummm…I guess that's it for
now. Enjoy!
Minerva had a horrible time of sleeping that night and she woke up mumbling words she would normally never use in front of her students. "Son of a…mother…" She reached for her alarm clock and discovered it was 10:30, three hours later than her usual rise-and-shine time. "Dammit." She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and decided she had better try and make an effort to show her face to the real world today.
As she
showered and dressed, she thought about the disturbing images that had run
through her head the night before. The
most disturbing of all had contained her brother, Hugo, and his daughter,
Luna. Hugo had been shackled to the
wall of Minerva's office and was thrashing about, screaming at something to get
out of his mind. And Luna was standing
there, watching it all and crying her eyes out.
Minerva
shivered. She hoped nothing like that
would ever harm her family as she walked out into her office.
"Well, it's
about time! I was beginning to think
that you'd died!" a voice suddenly said. Minerva screamed in surprise and whirled around. There, sitting behind her desk (with his
feet propped up on top of it) was her older brother, Hugo McGonagall.
"Hugo!"
"Hi sis,"
he replied smiling.
Minerva
smiled and the two siblings threw their arms around each other. "What on earth are you doing here?"
Hugo
stepped back. "Well, you know that
feeling you get when you know something bad is happening to someone and you
know you should just react on impulse?"
"Yes,"
Minerva replied, expecting what Hugo was going to say next.
"I got that
vibe from you late last night."
Minerva
sighed and sat down on top of her desk. That bond between her and Hugo. It had been there all her life and most of his. Whenever one was in trouble, somehow the
other knew it, and no matter what the distance or problem, they were by each
other's side the whole time. This was
one of those times.
"Are you
alright Minerva?"
She
sighed. "Somewhat."
"What
happened?"
Minerva
launched into her explanation about what had happened the whole night
before. Hugo wasn't surprised to hear
that she had gone out with Dumbledore, Snape, and Hagrid to try and rid the
world of Lord Voldemort, but he was surprised to hear his little sister admit
that she had attempted to use the Avada Kedavra on him. He listened intently and only spoke when he
was sure she was done.
"First of
all, the Avada Kedavra curse doesn't seem like you at all, even if it is
Voldemort," he said with concern in his voice. "Secondly, since Voldemort isn't technically human anymore, I'm not sure
if it would've worked. But you do have
me a bit worried Min. Are you sure
you're okay now? Are you positive you'll
be fine?"
Minerva
sighed. "I should be alright. I think it might've been the fact that I had
such a crappy birthday that I got a little carried away."
"Ah…which
reminds me." From behind his back, Hugo
pulled out a package wrapped in fancy violet paper. "Happy birthday sis."
Minerva
smiled and unwrapped a beautiful carved wooden box, and inside it contained…a
dagger. A dagger? she thought. Why the heck would he give me a dagger? "Hugo, it's…um…it's a beautiful
dagger…uh…it's…sharp!"
Hugo
chuckled. "You don't like it do you?"
She looked
considering. "Um…to be quite
honest…no."
"You would
if you knew that knife's history."
"I would?"
Hugo took
the dagger from its case and examined it in the light. "One hundred years ago, this knife was
created in Russia. Now, it traveled
from owner to owner for it's first few years, until a merchant happened upon
it. Thus he put it up for sale in his
wares. The merchant worked like a
Gypsy, traveling from town to town, until he happened to be off the coast of
France one day, in Calais I believe. It
just so happened that a man from Scotland had been on the continent and was
about to return home, but found this particular dagger to be quite an
interesting find. So, low and behold,
he bought it, and he brought it back to Scotland with him. The dagger, since then, had been passed from
generation to generation, and so…"
Minerva's
eyes lit up. "Wait! You can't mean…" Hugo smiled. "Did this
dagger belong to Papa?"
"Yes it
did."
She smiled
and looked at the dagger more favorably.
"See? You like that dagger now that you know where
it came form, don't you?"
"Yes I do."
Hugo
smiled. "Geez. Now you're getting sentimental. Let's go to lunch. I'm starving." With that,
he dragged his little sister from her office and they walked down to the Great
Hall.
Note from the Hippy Gypsy: Yes. I know this chapter is
short, and I know I said that Min and Sev would be in Paris this chapter, but I
got a stroke of genius the other night and it turns out I lied. Sorry. My bad. But IT WILL DEFINITLY BE
NEXT CHAPTER! THIS TIME I PROMISE! So anyways, Please Read and
Review. NO FLAMES!!! Bye for now.