Chapter 9
Minerva snuck down the stairs silently. She popped her head round the
living room door. Everyone was in there playing chess or just thinking. All
looked horrified. She guessed Albus had told them. She sighed and shrank
into the kitchen. Where she looked around for something sharp. A knife was
found easily she snuck it into the pocket of her dressing gown and turned
to leave the room. She stopped dead when she came face to face with Molly.
"Minerva?" Molly breathed shocked. "What are you doing?" She asked, her
kind voice shaking just a little bit.
"Nothing." Minerva answered sweetly.
"I don't think so Minerva. What did you just pick up?"
"I didn't pick up anything Molly dear." She answered and tried to walk out
the room.
Her arm was grabbed sharply; she let out a small cry of pain. Molly looked
at her. While Minerva slowly cradled her arm to her chest.
"What have you done to yourself?" The words were out before Molly could
stop them. She saw Minerva turn and leave quickly. Molly found herself
shrinking back into the living room forgetting the cups of tea.
"Molly darling where's the tea?" Arthur asked softly.
"She did it again." Alastor looked up.
"Did what." He growled.
"She hurt herself again." Molly explained feeling the tears falling.
"But we took away all the sharp objects!"
"She showed you!" Moody barked.
"No I grabbed her arm. She was in pain. There must have been something
there."
Moody slowly rolled his magical eye upwards to look through the ceiling.
"Is she crying?"
"No... but she's holding something."
"What is it?" Albus asked suddenly.
"Sweet Jesus." Was all that escaped Moody's lips before he dashed out the
room followed by well... everyone. He reached Minerva's room in a mater of
seconds. Trying the handle. To only find the door locked.
"MINERVA!" He yelled. "MINERVA, OPEN THE DOOR!" There was the soft sound of
movement but the door didn't open. Moody pulled out his wand. After
choosing a few curses he managed to get the door open. And there she was.
Curled up like a small child in far corner. She didn't look up. She was
rocking ever so slightly. The bloody knife on the floor next to her.
"Minerva!" Albus gasped. Both him and Moody running over to her. As the
rest of the order stood in the doorway staring in horror. She soon found
Albus hands cradling her head softly as he placed small kisses on her fore-
head. Trying to distract her as Moody slowly rolled up her sleeves to look
at the damage. Albus noticed when she slinked further back trying not to
let them touch her. Still she would not look at him. He lifted her head
slowly that look in her eyes. Fear so much fear. She was terrified.
"Don't." Was all she managed to mutter.
"Minerva? Minerva it's me its Albus." She looked up at him.
"Albus?" He nodded. "Oh Albus." She cried falling into his arms.
"Look what he's done to me. Look what he's made me resort to." She didn't
seem to notice when Moody pulled her sleeves up this time. His eyes widened
at the sight of the cut and the blood. It was very lucking he had saw her
when he did. Anymore and she could have gone right through the vein. He
ripped part of his robes and bandaged the cuts up careful not to hurt her.
He let go of her arms then. Which she threw round Albus instantly. They sat
there and held each other tightly. He wouldn't let go of her. She had to be
protected.
She started to mutter into his ear. So he could only hear. At first the
words were of the undying love she felt for him. How he was everything to
her. But they very slowly started to change into something darker more
sinister. He gasped at the impact her words made on him. She carried on
muttering. Things no woman or man should have to hear. Or say. He jolted
back from her when she stopped gripping her shoulder's tightly.
She looked at him so innocently. Did she not known what she had just told
him. Had she not known that all her mad thoughts, her plans of murder and
suicide pored out into those words? She smiled sweetly at him. Pressing her
anorexic body against his. Running her hands up and down his chest. Her
legs slowly brushing against his. Her lips against his. Gasps came from the
order suddenly all surprised at this display. She started to slowly worm
her tongue in between his lips.
Forcing him to open his mouth. He did and she explored him lovingly. She
tasted sweet and sugary like she had done for every day in their years
together. But there was also a different taste. Was that... was that blood?
(Yep I'm trying to delay the inevitable. Thank you to everyone who reviewed
and those who didn't.)
Minerva snuck down the stairs silently. She popped her head round the
living room door. Everyone was in there playing chess or just thinking. All
looked horrified. She guessed Albus had told them. She sighed and shrank
into the kitchen. Where she looked around for something sharp. A knife was
found easily she snuck it into the pocket of her dressing gown and turned
to leave the room. She stopped dead when she came face to face with Molly.
"Minerva?" Molly breathed shocked. "What are you doing?" She asked, her
kind voice shaking just a little bit.
"Nothing." Minerva answered sweetly.
"I don't think so Minerva. What did you just pick up?"
"I didn't pick up anything Molly dear." She answered and tried to walk out
the room.
Her arm was grabbed sharply; she let out a small cry of pain. Molly looked
at her. While Minerva slowly cradled her arm to her chest.
"What have you done to yourself?" The words were out before Molly could
stop them. She saw Minerva turn and leave quickly. Molly found herself
shrinking back into the living room forgetting the cups of tea.
"Molly darling where's the tea?" Arthur asked softly.
"She did it again." Alastor looked up.
"Did what." He growled.
"She hurt herself again." Molly explained feeling the tears falling.
"But we took away all the sharp objects!"
"She showed you!" Moody barked.
"No I grabbed her arm. She was in pain. There must have been something
there."
Moody slowly rolled his magical eye upwards to look through the ceiling.
"Is she crying?"
"No... but she's holding something."
"What is it?" Albus asked suddenly.
"Sweet Jesus." Was all that escaped Moody's lips before he dashed out the
room followed by well... everyone. He reached Minerva's room in a mater of
seconds. Trying the handle. To only find the door locked.
"MINERVA!" He yelled. "MINERVA, OPEN THE DOOR!" There was the soft sound of
movement but the door didn't open. Moody pulled out his wand. After
choosing a few curses he managed to get the door open. And there she was.
Curled up like a small child in far corner. She didn't look up. She was
rocking ever so slightly. The bloody knife on the floor next to her.
"Minerva!" Albus gasped. Both him and Moody running over to her. As the
rest of the order stood in the doorway staring in horror. She soon found
Albus hands cradling her head softly as he placed small kisses on her fore-
head. Trying to distract her as Moody slowly rolled up her sleeves to look
at the damage. Albus noticed when she slinked further back trying not to
let them touch her. Still she would not look at him. He lifted her head
slowly that look in her eyes. Fear so much fear. She was terrified.
"Don't." Was all she managed to mutter.
"Minerva? Minerva it's me its Albus." She looked up at him.
"Albus?" He nodded. "Oh Albus." She cried falling into his arms.
"Look what he's done to me. Look what he's made me resort to." She didn't
seem to notice when Moody pulled her sleeves up this time. His eyes widened
at the sight of the cut and the blood. It was very lucking he had saw her
when he did. Anymore and she could have gone right through the vein. He
ripped part of his robes and bandaged the cuts up careful not to hurt her.
He let go of her arms then. Which she threw round Albus instantly. They sat
there and held each other tightly. He wouldn't let go of her. She had to be
protected.
She started to mutter into his ear. So he could only hear. At first the
words were of the undying love she felt for him. How he was everything to
her. But they very slowly started to change into something darker more
sinister. He gasped at the impact her words made on him. She carried on
muttering. Things no woman or man should have to hear. Or say. He jolted
back from her when she stopped gripping her shoulder's tightly.
She looked at him so innocently. Did she not known what she had just told
him. Had she not known that all her mad thoughts, her plans of murder and
suicide pored out into those words? She smiled sweetly at him. Pressing her
anorexic body against his. Running her hands up and down his chest. Her
legs slowly brushing against his. Her lips against his. Gasps came from the
order suddenly all surprised at this display. She started to slowly worm
her tongue in between his lips.
Forcing him to open his mouth. He did and she explored him lovingly. She
tasted sweet and sugary like she had done for every day in their years
together. But there was also a different taste. Was that... was that blood?
(Yep I'm trying to delay the inevitable. Thank you to everyone who reviewed
and those who didn't.)