A/n: YAAAY! Go me, it's my birthday! Not really, I'm just happy aboot
updateen rellie fast! *world-famous updation dance* Uhm, ok, so.. In this
chapter, we see, well, I'm not gonna tell u, go read it yourself! Look for
updations practically every day, save Thursday, when I have guard practice!
But then there's only 2 more after that! And the weekends are crowded, but
I swear I will be better! Write on the morning on the bus, add some
finishing touches when I get home, or when I have a spare moment, and type
type type as soon as I finish HW! That's the game plan, m'kay?
Readdddyyyyy.. BREAK! Ok, I'm done. Sorry..... BTW, LinZE, here's your
Minerva stuff! (She's my favorite, too.) Speaking of, if you don't like
the way I portrayed her in this chapter, tough shit, I'm not changing my
view of her. I never was the one to see her as a cold-hearted bitch,
anyway. Moving on, in the next chapter I promise you. FLUFF! Yay!
Specifically: AD/MM fluff! (at least, the beginnings of it. Some past
reminiscing, most likely.) Ok, so anyway, without further ado from the
blabbering author, ZE FIC!
Disclaimer, again: NOT.MINE!!!!! (emphasis on the "not") A-Thank A-Yew!
She began at a walk, quickly changed to a brisk speed walking of sorts, and before she knew it, ended in a sprint up the stairs leading to the Gryffindor common room. All that was going through Minerva Mcgonagall's head was one word: Weasley's. She had to get to them, to break the news that their darling little sister, who everyone held a soft spot for, ("Even Severus," she thought to herself, "although he would never admit to it.") wouldn't be going home. For just a moment, right in the beginning, she thought about putting a little faith into Gilderoy, but changed her mind when she heard the noises coming from his office. If it had been under any other circumstances, she would have killed him. He was running away from the needs of an innocent eleven-year-old girl. He shamed the name of teacher.
As she approached the Fat Lady's portrait, she heard concerned chatter and comforting words being spoken to some of the first year students. She smiled forlornly. Yes, those were her Gryffindors. She was so proud, so very proud. Sighing, she whispered the password, shaking her head a bit. No doubt the Head Boy had been bullied into this one, most likely from a Weasley, or maybe even a Jordan. As the words, "Snakes stink like rotten eggs" left her mouth, the entire common room became uncharacteristically quiet.
"Hi," she managed to whisper.
"Professor McGonagall, what's going on?" Dean Thomas asked.
"I need anyone with the surname 'Weasley' to follow me, please," she said quietly. With that, four redheaded boys, two identical to the last freckle and all equally white, followed her back into the corridor.
"Professor, if this is about the password for this week, it was all Lee's idea, we swear." Said one of the twins; she thought it was Fred, but she couldn't be positive.
"Yes, and next week, we swear we can make it to be, 'Professor McGonagall is a bloody brilliant teacher and transfiguration rocks' just please, no detention with Filch!" said George quickly.
"No, it's not about the password," ("Oh," said George) "although I must admit, I like the idea," she said. "Boys, it's about your sister-"
"My God," Percy said, "has she been Petrified?" You could see the fear in his eyes as he spoke.
"No, she has been-" she choked. Ron laid a comforting hand on hers, and the way he was looking at her, she could have sworn that he already knew.
"Boys," she began again, "Ginny was, well, taken by the monster into the Chamber of Secrets. I'm so sorry."
Ron's head fell, Fred gasped, George kept mouthing, "No" and Percy half-suppressed a sob that wrenched at Minerva's heart. She quickly pulled him to her and hugged him as he began to cry.
"Darlings," she said softly, "I'm so, so sorry. It's alright to cry for her, you know. No one will think the lesser of you." No sooner had the words left her mouth, than George flung his arms around his older brother, crying. She hugged him as well, and within a few minutes, her protecting embrace was comforting the remaining two boys.
After a few minutes longer, she gently and slowly pulled away from them. "I have to tell the others," she whispered. "Would you like me to tell the who it was, or would you like to tell them yourselves? It's up to you."
"You do it," Percy said quickly. "Professor, I- I'd like to go and owl Mum and Dad, but then I swear, I'll come straight back. Please?" She nodded her approval, and he walked away. Turning to the remaining three, she said,
"You're welcome to come inside with me now, or wait a moment until I leave."
"We'll wait," Ron said. "That way, people are more likely to listen to you, and not stare at us."
"Alright. If you need me, don't hesitate to ask," she said, and turned to go and speak to the rest of her charges.
She stepped into the common room to utter silence, yet again.
"Hello," she said again. "As you're well aware, in this dark time at Hogwarts, Gryffindor has been hit exceptionally hard. A force unknown to us all has harmed three of our number: Mr. Colin Creevy, a first-year student, our own house ghost, Nearly-Headless Nick, and Miss Hermione Granger, a bright second-year. Now we must add another name to this list. Ginny Weasley has been taken from us by the monster of the Chamber of Secrets, taken straight to the Chamber itself. "You will be sent home after a quick breakfast tomorrow morning. You are all to remain here, no matter what, until that time. Dinner will be served at six o'clock, and will last for an hour. Please be considerate of the Weasleys during their time of such sadness, and remember the bright young child that Ginny Weasley was. If you are in need of a teacher and the Head Boy cannot handle the situation, send an owl and myself or another Professor will be here shortly. I will be back to check on you soon. But no matter what happens, I am proud of you all." She finished.
How she was able to get all of that out despite the growing lump in her throat was beyond her. For that matter, the fact that she was able to say all out without one form of interruption surprised her. Suppressing a sob, she turned and stepped back out of the portrait hole. Hugging the four Weasley boys yet again, (for yes, Percy had indeed returned) she began her slow march back to the staff room, stopping in her office on the way to write a quick letter to Arthur and Molly Weasley.
A/N 2: I JUST HAD A GREAT IDEA!!!!! Instead of giving you AD/MM fluff next chapter, that will wait to be the chapter after that. Hehehehe, yes, I am evil, but trust me, it will be good (well, I hope!) Ok, the Sox are playing horribly (7-2, Yanks, BLAGH! I'm sorry all you New Yorkers, and I'm probably gonna get flamed for this, but the Yankees suck, and that's all there is to it. I'm a Boston Gal, through and through. Go on, flame it, you know you wanna. But when the day is done, oh, you know it's true.) Alright, I'm going to bed, I'm falling asleep at my computer station. PEACE! P.S. Review, please, I'll love ya forever! Come on, how hard is it to click that little purpley-lookin button? Thank You!!!!
Disclaimer, again: NOT.MINE!!!!! (emphasis on the "not") A-Thank A-Yew!
She began at a walk, quickly changed to a brisk speed walking of sorts, and before she knew it, ended in a sprint up the stairs leading to the Gryffindor common room. All that was going through Minerva Mcgonagall's head was one word: Weasley's. She had to get to them, to break the news that their darling little sister, who everyone held a soft spot for, ("Even Severus," she thought to herself, "although he would never admit to it.") wouldn't be going home. For just a moment, right in the beginning, she thought about putting a little faith into Gilderoy, but changed her mind when she heard the noises coming from his office. If it had been under any other circumstances, she would have killed him. He was running away from the needs of an innocent eleven-year-old girl. He shamed the name of teacher.
As she approached the Fat Lady's portrait, she heard concerned chatter and comforting words being spoken to some of the first year students. She smiled forlornly. Yes, those were her Gryffindors. She was so proud, so very proud. Sighing, she whispered the password, shaking her head a bit. No doubt the Head Boy had been bullied into this one, most likely from a Weasley, or maybe even a Jordan. As the words, "Snakes stink like rotten eggs" left her mouth, the entire common room became uncharacteristically quiet.
"Hi," she managed to whisper.
"Professor McGonagall, what's going on?" Dean Thomas asked.
"I need anyone with the surname 'Weasley' to follow me, please," she said quietly. With that, four redheaded boys, two identical to the last freckle and all equally white, followed her back into the corridor.
"Professor, if this is about the password for this week, it was all Lee's idea, we swear." Said one of the twins; she thought it was Fred, but she couldn't be positive.
"Yes, and next week, we swear we can make it to be, 'Professor McGonagall is a bloody brilliant teacher and transfiguration rocks' just please, no detention with Filch!" said George quickly.
"No, it's not about the password," ("Oh," said George) "although I must admit, I like the idea," she said. "Boys, it's about your sister-"
"My God," Percy said, "has she been Petrified?" You could see the fear in his eyes as he spoke.
"No, she has been-" she choked. Ron laid a comforting hand on hers, and the way he was looking at her, she could have sworn that he already knew.
"Boys," she began again, "Ginny was, well, taken by the monster into the Chamber of Secrets. I'm so sorry."
Ron's head fell, Fred gasped, George kept mouthing, "No" and Percy half-suppressed a sob that wrenched at Minerva's heart. She quickly pulled him to her and hugged him as he began to cry.
"Darlings," she said softly, "I'm so, so sorry. It's alright to cry for her, you know. No one will think the lesser of you." No sooner had the words left her mouth, than George flung his arms around his older brother, crying. She hugged him as well, and within a few minutes, her protecting embrace was comforting the remaining two boys.
After a few minutes longer, she gently and slowly pulled away from them. "I have to tell the others," she whispered. "Would you like me to tell the who it was, or would you like to tell them yourselves? It's up to you."
"You do it," Percy said quickly. "Professor, I- I'd like to go and owl Mum and Dad, but then I swear, I'll come straight back. Please?" She nodded her approval, and he walked away. Turning to the remaining three, she said,
"You're welcome to come inside with me now, or wait a moment until I leave."
"We'll wait," Ron said. "That way, people are more likely to listen to you, and not stare at us."
"Alright. If you need me, don't hesitate to ask," she said, and turned to go and speak to the rest of her charges.
She stepped into the common room to utter silence, yet again.
"Hello," she said again. "As you're well aware, in this dark time at Hogwarts, Gryffindor has been hit exceptionally hard. A force unknown to us all has harmed three of our number: Mr. Colin Creevy, a first-year student, our own house ghost, Nearly-Headless Nick, and Miss Hermione Granger, a bright second-year. Now we must add another name to this list. Ginny Weasley has been taken from us by the monster of the Chamber of Secrets, taken straight to the Chamber itself. "You will be sent home after a quick breakfast tomorrow morning. You are all to remain here, no matter what, until that time. Dinner will be served at six o'clock, and will last for an hour. Please be considerate of the Weasleys during their time of such sadness, and remember the bright young child that Ginny Weasley was. If you are in need of a teacher and the Head Boy cannot handle the situation, send an owl and myself or another Professor will be here shortly. I will be back to check on you soon. But no matter what happens, I am proud of you all." She finished.
How she was able to get all of that out despite the growing lump in her throat was beyond her. For that matter, the fact that she was able to say all out without one form of interruption surprised her. Suppressing a sob, she turned and stepped back out of the portrait hole. Hugging the four Weasley boys yet again, (for yes, Percy had indeed returned) she began her slow march back to the staff room, stopping in her office on the way to write a quick letter to Arthur and Molly Weasley.
A/N 2: I JUST HAD A GREAT IDEA!!!!! Instead of giving you AD/MM fluff next chapter, that will wait to be the chapter after that. Hehehehe, yes, I am evil, but trust me, it will be good (well, I hope!) Ok, the Sox are playing horribly (7-2, Yanks, BLAGH! I'm sorry all you New Yorkers, and I'm probably gonna get flamed for this, but the Yankees suck, and that's all there is to it. I'm a Boston Gal, through and through. Go on, flame it, you know you wanna. But when the day is done, oh, you know it's true.) Alright, I'm going to bed, I'm falling asleep at my computer station. PEACE! P.S. Review, please, I'll love ya forever! Come on, how hard is it to click that little purpley-lookin button? Thank You!!!!