(A/n again I don't own anything. Thank you to my nice little reviewers)
"Of course once our dear old Voldie had his go. Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle wanted a go. they got it."
There was a small glint in the corner of her poor tortured soul, it was hate. She had fallen into the vast abyss of darkness long ago, only to be re-born in to light. Out of the shadows. She kept her demons through.
"They left laughing to each over, the things they said to me will not be repeated in this room."
Minerva was pale she had always been pale, but know she was white. Like someone who had been locked away from light for years.
"I went to the balcony tortured, demented." She pulled up her sleeves and the members of the order gasped at the deep scars just below her fore-arm. "Only suicide on my mind. I jumped how I survived I'll never know. I woke up on the boarders of Scotland." She sighed. "And that's it."
"What?" Harry boomed across the room. "How can that be it? Didn't he come after you try to get you back?" she paled. "Not that I know of Mr. Potter." That's where it happened the great walls of professor McGonagall smashed. A stray tear ran down her cheek.
Later
"Hermione." Ginny muttered to her room mate in the morning. "I need to tell you something. I can't keep it a secret anymore!" The tired Hermione rolled over to face the younger girl. "Ginny what is it?"
A purple book was shoved into her hands. "I wrote down everything Tom said to me in this! I was going to burn it but I forgot. I just remembered that he used to talk about McGonagall real important things to read it." Hermione opened the book and skimmed through till she saw Minerva's name.
14th December 1992
Hello tom.
Good evening Ginny how was your day?
Great professor McGonagall gave me 80 points for my house!
Professor McGonagall? Minerva. Are you in love Ginny.
Yes with Harry I've told you that are you in love with professor McGonagall?
Yes.
She's the best witch of out time tom. Did you write songs about her like you did me?
Yes would you like to see them?
Hermione looked up to Ginny. "We can't see it can we?" The small girl nodded. They where transported a whirl of colours surrounded them.
They where out side Hogwarts, the sun was setting over the lake leaving a blood red stain on the two people under a tree. A young girl sat there her dark black silky hair running down her back. A boy sat in front of her with a guitar he sang to her.
The darkness of the walls equal to my ever lasting pain. As the knees slowly came up to meet the chest, Tears flowered staining the cheeks and duvet.
It's my fault, If I could have just tried, I may not have helped, And still the tears flow down, To meet the belief of blood beyond the door.
The smoothness and comfort of the soft duvet is all I had to seize these tears? The walls how far apart they may stand, but why did I feel as through the walls had moved to claim me.
To meet the belief of blood beyond the door. The sweet sense of incense that come in from the room opposite mine it looked like mist in the pitch black, Of the night.
After that time of history, The bed moved many places but the tears where stained into it forever. It was my only memory of you.
To get a new bed would have been wrong as that one was my only comfort. As the knees slowly came up to meet the chest, Tears flowered staining the cheeks and duvet.
The loss of that loved one made me what I am, Made me strong but at the same time weak. As his face now again has started to haunt my dreams and memories.
For the second time my bed is again my only comfort You came back my love; my Minerva the belief of blood beyond the door id gone is gone only the prophecies about you could destroy me.
She threw her arms round his neck and slammed her lips to his. "Oh Tom it's beautiful what did you mean by prophecies though?" "Have you not heard the prophecies about you?" "No tell me!"
The vision faded. Hermione and Ginny where spat out. Hermione went back to the diary.
What was the prophecies tom?
Are you sure you want to know?
Yes
Very well.
(A/n what do you think. Minerva turned rather OOC here but don't worry she will be fixed, in the next chapter if you would like one the prophecies are told and a letter from Voldie? Also lots of AD/MM.
Reviews are welcome! Oh yeah and the Tom Riddle song was a poem that I wrote in English I just added bits and pieces, and this hole piece of work is based on a poem I wrote so her it is!)
"All these feelings I can't deal with,
Times I cut across my wrists,
Still I wait with the knife,
As my only friend,
The pain is my only resolution,
My only form of reality,
The pain comforts me,
It shows me I'm still alive,
The blood is only black,
Hiding from the light,
I smile in the dark,
My laughter fills the air,
The tears are so with held,
The fate behind the fear,
I'm hungry because I starve,
Holding back the tears,
The power of the mind,
The darkness of the dark,
The queer is not so queer,
The strange is not so strange,
The tears are not so strong,
The deadest of the dead,
The cold is not so cold,
The light can only burn,
There's nothing special here,
Just fate behind the fear,
If my heart is black,
Then how do I live?
I'm hungry because I starve,
Holding back the tears,
Just fate behind the fear,
God was never there my help up this poor soul,
No one picked me up after I bleed,
I was sent an angel,
Times changed,
The angel from the prophecies,
The knife is gone,
Your sweet lips stab me instead,
My thirst for your love,
My lust for your mind,
It is you out of the prophecies my love,
Only you.
"Of course once our dear old Voldie had his go. Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle wanted a go. they got it."
There was a small glint in the corner of her poor tortured soul, it was hate. She had fallen into the vast abyss of darkness long ago, only to be re-born in to light. Out of the shadows. She kept her demons through.
"They left laughing to each over, the things they said to me will not be repeated in this room."
Minerva was pale she had always been pale, but know she was white. Like someone who had been locked away from light for years.
"I went to the balcony tortured, demented." She pulled up her sleeves and the members of the order gasped at the deep scars just below her fore-arm. "Only suicide on my mind. I jumped how I survived I'll never know. I woke up on the boarders of Scotland." She sighed. "And that's it."
"What?" Harry boomed across the room. "How can that be it? Didn't he come after you try to get you back?" she paled. "Not that I know of Mr. Potter." That's where it happened the great walls of professor McGonagall smashed. A stray tear ran down her cheek.
Later
"Hermione." Ginny muttered to her room mate in the morning. "I need to tell you something. I can't keep it a secret anymore!" The tired Hermione rolled over to face the younger girl. "Ginny what is it?"
A purple book was shoved into her hands. "I wrote down everything Tom said to me in this! I was going to burn it but I forgot. I just remembered that he used to talk about McGonagall real important things to read it." Hermione opened the book and skimmed through till she saw Minerva's name.
14th December 1992
Hello tom.
Good evening Ginny how was your day?
Great professor McGonagall gave me 80 points for my house!
Professor McGonagall? Minerva. Are you in love Ginny.
Yes with Harry I've told you that are you in love with professor McGonagall?
Yes.
She's the best witch of out time tom. Did you write songs about her like you did me?
Yes would you like to see them?
Hermione looked up to Ginny. "We can't see it can we?" The small girl nodded. They where transported a whirl of colours surrounded them.
They where out side Hogwarts, the sun was setting over the lake leaving a blood red stain on the two people under a tree. A young girl sat there her dark black silky hair running down her back. A boy sat in front of her with a guitar he sang to her.
The darkness of the walls equal to my ever lasting pain. As the knees slowly came up to meet the chest, Tears flowered staining the cheeks and duvet.
It's my fault, If I could have just tried, I may not have helped, And still the tears flow down, To meet the belief of blood beyond the door.
The smoothness and comfort of the soft duvet is all I had to seize these tears? The walls how far apart they may stand, but why did I feel as through the walls had moved to claim me.
To meet the belief of blood beyond the door. The sweet sense of incense that come in from the room opposite mine it looked like mist in the pitch black, Of the night.
After that time of history, The bed moved many places but the tears where stained into it forever. It was my only memory of you.
To get a new bed would have been wrong as that one was my only comfort. As the knees slowly came up to meet the chest, Tears flowered staining the cheeks and duvet.
The loss of that loved one made me what I am, Made me strong but at the same time weak. As his face now again has started to haunt my dreams and memories.
For the second time my bed is again my only comfort You came back my love; my Minerva the belief of blood beyond the door id gone is gone only the prophecies about you could destroy me.
She threw her arms round his neck and slammed her lips to his. "Oh Tom it's beautiful what did you mean by prophecies though?" "Have you not heard the prophecies about you?" "No tell me!"
The vision faded. Hermione and Ginny where spat out. Hermione went back to the diary.
What was the prophecies tom?
Are you sure you want to know?
Yes
Very well.
(A/n what do you think. Minerva turned rather OOC here but don't worry she will be fixed, in the next chapter if you would like one the prophecies are told and a letter from Voldie? Also lots of AD/MM.
Reviews are welcome! Oh yeah and the Tom Riddle song was a poem that I wrote in English I just added bits and pieces, and this hole piece of work is based on a poem I wrote so her it is!)
"All these feelings I can't deal with,
Times I cut across my wrists,
Still I wait with the knife,
As my only friend,
The pain is my only resolution,
My only form of reality,
The pain comforts me,
It shows me I'm still alive,
The blood is only black,
Hiding from the light,
I smile in the dark,
My laughter fills the air,
The tears are so with held,
The fate behind the fear,
I'm hungry because I starve,
Holding back the tears,
The power of the mind,
The darkness of the dark,
The queer is not so queer,
The strange is not so strange,
The tears are not so strong,
The deadest of the dead,
The cold is not so cold,
The light can only burn,
There's nothing special here,
Just fate behind the fear,
If my heart is black,
Then how do I live?
I'm hungry because I starve,
Holding back the tears,
Just fate behind the fear,
God was never there my help up this poor soul,
No one picked me up after I bleed,
I was sent an angel,
Times changed,
The angel from the prophecies,
The knife is gone,
Your sweet lips stab me instead,
My thirst for your love,
My lust for your mind,
It is you out of the prophecies my love,
Only you.