Disclaimer: I don't own anything, yada yada.
Authors Note: We will ignore the fact that 'Hurt' came out in 1994, and McGonagall went to Hogwarts in the 30s. Hemhem. Oh; and we'll pretend that Snape and Rosier are somehow both the same age as James Potter AND Minerva McGonagall. Plot holes be damned!
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McGonagall stood up at once, returning to her normal self. There was no point moping about, thinking about the past so constantly! The whole relationship with Evan Rosier had been nearly 60 years ago, and she'd managed to swamp it over with other things.
And here it was again. She sighed, staring at the picture and then turned and dropped it into her garbage. She decided to take a break for tea, maybe visit Poppy - who was certainly getting ready as well, for the plausible ailments the students could face.
Perhaps she could even persuade Poppy for a bit walk around, and maybe a discussion. Something, anything, to clear her head, as she didn't want to think of these things any more, maybe even a Gillywater at the Three Broomsticks.
She grabbed her cloak of the lion-clawed coat rack and was about to leave when realization dawned on her.
Quickly, she whirled around and reached into the garbage where the picture lay. She slid it into her pocket and decided that there was no point denying it now, denying what had happened for 6 whole years of her life, for he had been a very prominent member of her life.
She had even found a few diaries years ago, and nearly every page had mention of him, and of course mention of the schoolwork, mention of all the other goings-on that occurred at Hogwarts.
She pulled the picture out once more, and stared at it. She remembered a song that Evan had sung. It was a Muggle song, and somehow as she stared at the picture she felt drawn to it.
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
She remembered thinking back on the days of Evan - how she couldn't imagine why she'd been with him for so long.
What had she become? She mouthed to herself, thinking upon herself. brOf course, she had aged many years. She'd never thought of herself as a liar, and really that's what she had become. Not to any one else, as no one had known about Evan. But she hadn't exactly told any one about it.
Everyone she knew did go away. The thought about the crowd of people, other than Evan, that she'd known at Hogwarts. Poppy was a few years her junior and was in her second year when Minerva had graduated. No one else was left from her teenage years, really. She'd personally destroyed it all. She was ashamed, and embarrassed to admit it too.
She took out the picture of Evan once more, and stared at it defiantly.
No use hiding it any more. She stalked out her office, head in the air, feeling slightly haughty. She found Poppy, as she had assumed in the Hospital Wing, getting cards ready for the new batch of students.
"Poppy," She said, tapping her, "Do you remember Evan Rosier when he was at school?"
A/N: So, uh, R/R.
This is NOT the ending. If you read the previous version, you'll see a "this is the end" at the end. I lied, 'cause I can do that. So, pretty much I'm writing more. Be up soon. R/R because I'm a review-whore. By the way, Evan Rosier is an actual character mentioned/created by JKR. But I'm sure you knew this.
Authors Note: We will ignore the fact that 'Hurt' came out in 1994, and McGonagall went to Hogwarts in the 30s. Hemhem. Oh; and we'll pretend that Snape and Rosier are somehow both the same age as James Potter AND Minerva McGonagall. Plot holes be damned!
- - - -
McGonagall stood up at once, returning to her normal self. There was no point moping about, thinking about the past so constantly! The whole relationship with Evan Rosier had been nearly 60 years ago, and she'd managed to swamp it over with other things.
And here it was again. She sighed, staring at the picture and then turned and dropped it into her garbage. She decided to take a break for tea, maybe visit Poppy - who was certainly getting ready as well, for the plausible ailments the students could face.
Perhaps she could even persuade Poppy for a bit walk around, and maybe a discussion. Something, anything, to clear her head, as she didn't want to think of these things any more, maybe even a Gillywater at the Three Broomsticks.
She grabbed her cloak of the lion-clawed coat rack and was about to leave when realization dawned on her.
Quickly, she whirled around and reached into the garbage where the picture lay. She slid it into her pocket and decided that there was no point denying it now, denying what had happened for 6 whole years of her life, for he had been a very prominent member of her life.
She had even found a few diaries years ago, and nearly every page had mention of him, and of course mention of the schoolwork, mention of all the other goings-on that occurred at Hogwarts.
She pulled the picture out once more, and stared at it. She remembered a song that Evan had sung. It was a Muggle song, and somehow as she stared at the picture she felt drawn to it.
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
She remembered thinking back on the days of Evan - how she couldn't imagine why she'd been with him for so long.
What had she become? She mouthed to herself, thinking upon herself. brOf course, she had aged many years. She'd never thought of herself as a liar, and really that's what she had become. Not to any one else, as no one had known about Evan. But she hadn't exactly told any one about it.
Everyone she knew did go away. The thought about the crowd of people, other than Evan, that she'd known at Hogwarts. Poppy was a few years her junior and was in her second year when Minerva had graduated. No one else was left from her teenage years, really. She'd personally destroyed it all. She was ashamed, and embarrassed to admit it too.
She took out the picture of Evan once more, and stared at it defiantly.
No use hiding it any more. She stalked out her office, head in the air, feeling slightly haughty. She found Poppy, as she had assumed in the Hospital Wing, getting cards ready for the new batch of students.
"Poppy," She said, tapping her, "Do you remember Evan Rosier when he was at school?"
A/N: So, uh, R/R.
This is NOT the ending. If you read the previous version, you'll see a "this is the end" at the end. I lied, 'cause I can do that. So, pretty much I'm writing more. Be up soon. R/R because I'm a review-whore. By the way, Evan Rosier is an actual character mentioned/created by JKR. But I'm sure you knew this.
