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Chapter 3
Sun light streamed through the open window. Bathing her pale form in a deep red colour. She clutched her rose closer to her chest. Albus wasn't there. He had left her he said he would be back that night. She was scared there was no-one to help her. It had been so long since this had happened. Suddenly her mother dies mysteriously. Minerva knew it wasn't a mystery she knew who it was. Then of course his toy was gone. Minerva was the next of kin. She became his next victim. She wept. She wept for her dead mother. She wept for her own safety. She wept for her weakness. She couldn't stop him when he cornered her last night. She couldn't stop him from killing her mother. She was safe at Hogwarts. But she wasn't at Hogwarts now. She wasn't safe from that monster.
Minerva came down to breakfast the next morning. She had patched up most of the wounds. A few cuts still lived on her skin. They where covered by her robes. She had tied her hair back like any normal day. She washed her face hard. Trying to destroy the rings around her eyes. That showed she had been crying. It didn't work. She decided no one would notice. She walked down the stairs at Grimmauld Place. She walked into the dining room as she normally would. She forced her self to smile lightly. Hiding everything behind that fake grin. Everyone seemed convinced. Molly noticed something strange about the woman, as soon as there eyes met.
"Are you all right Minerva?" She asked.
"Fine Molly just didn't get much sleep last night why?" Molly was no convinced. She shot a concerned look at McGonagall.
"Have you been crying?" Everyone looked at Minerva when Molly said this. Stern cold McGonagall would never cry. Molly was very difficult to fool.
"Of course not Molly just lack of sleep." Arthur interrupted this time.
"Well Minerva. I think you should be going to bed earlier you work to hard as it is." He was the only one who hadn't looked at her yet. His face was buried in his paper. Minerva stared at his bolding head for a while. Arthur put his paper down. His eyes caught Minerva's there was something wrong.
"What's wrong?" He asked suddenly. Fearfully.
"Nothing Arthur I'm fine." Arthur just shook his head.
"That's a lie Minerva you and I both know. Molly can sense it can't you dear?" Molly nodded her eyes not leaving Minerva.
"I promise you there is nothing wrong with me. Just lack of sleep."
Minerva flinched violently when Moody came up behind her. He pressed his hand to the top of her arm. His magical eye could see blood a mile off. She tried to stop him as he picked her left arm up. He brought his face right next to it. Even through the blouse he could sense the blood. She yelled at him when he started to peel up the sleeves. She tried to get out of his grip he held her there tightly. He worked the sleeve up to her too pale and too skinny arms. He ran his fingers over the numerous cuts and bruises. Everyone gasped when they saw them.
"Minerva I believe these cuts are on both you arms and your legs." She tried to snatch her arm back he didn't let her.
"I think little Miss McGonagall has some explaining to do." He muttered as he turned her arms over. He knew the cuts where not self inflicted. But he knew the knife scars that looked years old probably where.
"I think you should start talking Minerva." Arthur muttered
(Wow this was a strange chapter. In answer to pal's question. U can have to south part of the world :) Review's are all ways welcome in fact I need them go on drop me a review.)
Chapter 3
Sun light streamed through the open window. Bathing her pale form in a deep red colour. She clutched her rose closer to her chest. Albus wasn't there. He had left her he said he would be back that night. She was scared there was no-one to help her. It had been so long since this had happened. Suddenly her mother dies mysteriously. Minerva knew it wasn't a mystery she knew who it was. Then of course his toy was gone. Minerva was the next of kin. She became his next victim. She wept. She wept for her dead mother. She wept for her own safety. She wept for her weakness. She couldn't stop him when he cornered her last night. She couldn't stop him from killing her mother. She was safe at Hogwarts. But she wasn't at Hogwarts now. She wasn't safe from that monster.
Minerva came down to breakfast the next morning. She had patched up most of the wounds. A few cuts still lived on her skin. They where covered by her robes. She had tied her hair back like any normal day. She washed her face hard. Trying to destroy the rings around her eyes. That showed she had been crying. It didn't work. She decided no one would notice. She walked down the stairs at Grimmauld Place. She walked into the dining room as she normally would. She forced her self to smile lightly. Hiding everything behind that fake grin. Everyone seemed convinced. Molly noticed something strange about the woman, as soon as there eyes met.
"Are you all right Minerva?" She asked.
"Fine Molly just didn't get much sleep last night why?" Molly was no convinced. She shot a concerned look at McGonagall.
"Have you been crying?" Everyone looked at Minerva when Molly said this. Stern cold McGonagall would never cry. Molly was very difficult to fool.
"Of course not Molly just lack of sleep." Arthur interrupted this time.
"Well Minerva. I think you should be going to bed earlier you work to hard as it is." He was the only one who hadn't looked at her yet. His face was buried in his paper. Minerva stared at his bolding head for a while. Arthur put his paper down. His eyes caught Minerva's there was something wrong.
"What's wrong?" He asked suddenly. Fearfully.
"Nothing Arthur I'm fine." Arthur just shook his head.
"That's a lie Minerva you and I both know. Molly can sense it can't you dear?" Molly nodded her eyes not leaving Minerva.
"I promise you there is nothing wrong with me. Just lack of sleep."
Minerva flinched violently when Moody came up behind her. He pressed his hand to the top of her arm. His magical eye could see blood a mile off. She tried to stop him as he picked her left arm up. He brought his face right next to it. Even through the blouse he could sense the blood. She yelled at him when he started to peel up the sleeves. She tried to get out of his grip he held her there tightly. He worked the sleeve up to her too pale and too skinny arms. He ran his fingers over the numerous cuts and bruises. Everyone gasped when they saw them.
"Minerva I believe these cuts are on both you arms and your legs." She tried to snatch her arm back he didn't let her.
"I think little Miss McGonagall has some explaining to do." He muttered as he turned her arms over. He knew the cuts where not self inflicted. But he knew the knife scars that looked years old probably where.
"I think you should start talking Minerva." Arthur muttered
(Wow this was a strange chapter. In answer to pal's question. U can have to south part of the world :) Review's are all ways welcome in fact I need them go on drop me a review.)