Notes: Thank you to all who have read and reviewed so far!!! Sorry about
the big "The End" at the end of chapter 2. I meant end of the chapter. and
this chapter was a few months before the Whomping Willow was planted.
Disclaimer: I'm too lazy to re-write it.~~. ~~
Up at the top of the North Tower, Remus literally howled with pain. The transformation was dreadful. He wished he could have company by his side but he also knew it was too dangerous. For one week of the month, he became a full-fledged monster.
Remus sighed to himself. Only three days to go.~~.
The next day, Minerva was a half hour early to her Transfiguration lesson. She needed to talk to Dumbledore. She found him at his desk at the front of the classroom and approached him silently. The professor put down his quill as his star pupil neared.
"Good morning Minerva.. I trust you are better today?'
Not really, she thought. "Yes. of course. Professor, I."
"I understand perfectly. you needn't worry. What happened yesterday in your room stays between you and me and no one else. unless you believe it's something we should be discussing with the headmaster."
"No! Please. no, I was just a little upset by. by an owl I received.. Bad news, that's all."
Dumbledore saw right through her lie but said nothing. Minerva quickly changed the subject.
"Professor, I'd like to become an Animagus. I know it would require a lot of extra work and time but I'd really like to-"
Dumbledore nodded in agreement.
"I will be more than happy to assist you, Minerva, but perhaps it is best to wait a term. you're going to be quite bus with your N.E.W.T.s, you know.
Minerva nodded.
"I understand".
Other students started to come in and Minerva cut their conversation short. She went to her seat and proceeded to take out a large book and started to read. All during the lesson however, Dumbledore noted, she was distracted. He asked her several questions and every time she had asked him to repeat it because she hadn't heard him the first time. He could tell that her mind was elsewhere.
She was like that for the rest of the week, and her other teachers noticed as well. Remus returned to classes on Friday.
Yes, there was a change in Minerva's behavior, and a very noticeable one that that. Her eyes had always seemed to shine but now they seemed dull, not to mention that they were full of pain and suffering.
Remus approached her that night in the common room as she was silently working on her Charms homework.
"Minerva?'
Minerva jumped at the voice and slammed the book shut as she whirled around in her chair.
"Are you all right? You seem as if something's bothering you."
She stared at him in silent disbelief and the stare soon turned into a menacing glare.
"How DARE you even TALK to me after what you did to me, you coward!'
"Huh? Minerva, what are you talking abo-"
Minerva exploded.
"And NOW you pretend you don't even know what you did?! You're pathetic! Why I EVER trusted you is ENTIRELY way beyond me! I hate you, you hear me?! I HATE YOU! I NEVER want to SEE or SPEAK to you EVER again!"
With that, she grabbed her belongings and ran from the room, which was now silent. No one had ever seen Minerva McGonagall like that.
Remus started to go after her but she anticipated his move and froze him in place silently. He sighed.
"Damn.. I wish I knew how she does silent spells.. And I wish I know what the hell I did." ~~.
Tom was waiting in the library. He knew that she would go there sooner or later. He finally saw her walk in and go to a solitary table where she plopped her books down. He waited about a minute before approaching the table. When he did, he noticed that she appeared to be crying. Perfect, he thought.
He cleared his throat.
"Umm, mind if I sit here? All the other tables are taken."
No response. Tom sat down next to her.
"I've seen you around. you're in a few of my classes. it's Minerva, right?"
Still, no response.
"Wanna tell me what's wrong? Maybe I can help.'
Finally she responded but without looking up.
"I fail to see what YOU could possibly do to "help" me".
"Try me."
Minerva finally looked up at him. She recognized him a Tom Riddle, Slytherin, but as her eyes were soaked with tears, she could make out nothing more. She was just about to ask him what a Slytherin was doing trying to befriend a Gryffindor when he put his arms around her. She cried for what must have seemed hours while he held her. Within minutes, however, not only had she stopped crying, but she had fallen asleep.
Perfect, thought Tom. This was perfect.
Disclaimer: I'm too lazy to re-write it.~~. ~~
Up at the top of the North Tower, Remus literally howled with pain. The transformation was dreadful. He wished he could have company by his side but he also knew it was too dangerous. For one week of the month, he became a full-fledged monster.
Remus sighed to himself. Only three days to go.~~.
The next day, Minerva was a half hour early to her Transfiguration lesson. She needed to talk to Dumbledore. She found him at his desk at the front of the classroom and approached him silently. The professor put down his quill as his star pupil neared.
"Good morning Minerva.. I trust you are better today?'
Not really, she thought. "Yes. of course. Professor, I."
"I understand perfectly. you needn't worry. What happened yesterday in your room stays between you and me and no one else. unless you believe it's something we should be discussing with the headmaster."
"No! Please. no, I was just a little upset by. by an owl I received.. Bad news, that's all."
Dumbledore saw right through her lie but said nothing. Minerva quickly changed the subject.
"Professor, I'd like to become an Animagus. I know it would require a lot of extra work and time but I'd really like to-"
Dumbledore nodded in agreement.
"I will be more than happy to assist you, Minerva, but perhaps it is best to wait a term. you're going to be quite bus with your N.E.W.T.s, you know.
Minerva nodded.
"I understand".
Other students started to come in and Minerva cut their conversation short. She went to her seat and proceeded to take out a large book and started to read. All during the lesson however, Dumbledore noted, she was distracted. He asked her several questions and every time she had asked him to repeat it because she hadn't heard him the first time. He could tell that her mind was elsewhere.
She was like that for the rest of the week, and her other teachers noticed as well. Remus returned to classes on Friday.
Yes, there was a change in Minerva's behavior, and a very noticeable one that that. Her eyes had always seemed to shine but now they seemed dull, not to mention that they were full of pain and suffering.
Remus approached her that night in the common room as she was silently working on her Charms homework.
"Minerva?'
Minerva jumped at the voice and slammed the book shut as she whirled around in her chair.
"Are you all right? You seem as if something's bothering you."
She stared at him in silent disbelief and the stare soon turned into a menacing glare.
"How DARE you even TALK to me after what you did to me, you coward!'
"Huh? Minerva, what are you talking abo-"
Minerva exploded.
"And NOW you pretend you don't even know what you did?! You're pathetic! Why I EVER trusted you is ENTIRELY way beyond me! I hate you, you hear me?! I HATE YOU! I NEVER want to SEE or SPEAK to you EVER again!"
With that, she grabbed her belongings and ran from the room, which was now silent. No one had ever seen Minerva McGonagall like that.
Remus started to go after her but she anticipated his move and froze him in place silently. He sighed.
"Damn.. I wish I knew how she does silent spells.. And I wish I know what the hell I did." ~~.
Tom was waiting in the library. He knew that she would go there sooner or later. He finally saw her walk in and go to a solitary table where she plopped her books down. He waited about a minute before approaching the table. When he did, he noticed that she appeared to be crying. Perfect, he thought.
He cleared his throat.
"Umm, mind if I sit here? All the other tables are taken."
No response. Tom sat down next to her.
"I've seen you around. you're in a few of my classes. it's Minerva, right?"
Still, no response.
"Wanna tell me what's wrong? Maybe I can help.'
Finally she responded but without looking up.
"I fail to see what YOU could possibly do to "help" me".
"Try me."
Minerva finally looked up at him. She recognized him a Tom Riddle, Slytherin, but as her eyes were soaked with tears, she could make out nothing more. She was just about to ask him what a Slytherin was doing trying to befriend a Gryffindor when he put his arms around her. She cried for what must have seemed hours while he held her. Within minutes, however, not only had she stopped crying, but she had fallen asleep.
Perfect, thought Tom. This was perfect.