Chapter 2
Minerva was dragged along by no more that five death eaters, she didn't
fight against them as she knew there was no point. She had no idea where
she was being taken, her thoughts were with her students and Albus and what
was to happen to them.
Minerva's stomach churned violently as they apparated to an unknown
destination. Before
Minerva had chance to adjust to her new surroundings, she found herself
shoved violently into a dark, damp room. She landed on the floor with a
thud. She watched as one of the death eaters take two candles from his
black robes and lit them. She was sure the death eater smiled as he
approached her slowly.
"He will be with you soon."
She lay on the floor staring up at him. There was a thin line of blood
running down the side of her face; she must have knocked it when she fell
to the floor.
She watched as the five death eaters left her alone in the dark room, she
pulled herself over to the wall and lent against it. She pulled her knees
up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, a single tear rolled down
her face. She didn't care about what was to become of her but her students,
her poor innocent children who didn't deserve to live with fear and despair
in their lives. She knew she was a fool to think Voldemort would keep to
his word, but she felt that she had to do something.
Her thoughts then turned to Albus, her beloved Albus and the pain she had
seen in his usually blue twinkling eyes. He had tried to stop her, his eyes
had pleaded with her. Why hadn't she stayed by his side, why had she
thought she could help matters? She should have stayed with him, fought
beside him, died beside him because at least then she would die fighting
for her children instead of sitting here.
Her ears picked up on voices approaching her room, and then the door swung
open. Her eyes narrowed at the sight before her, Voldemort glided towards
her and then came to a stop in front of her. Minerva felt panic well up
inside of her, some how she managed to fight against it. She had to keep a
clear head, she had to get out of this situation and return to Hogwarts, or
what was left of it.
She pushed the wisps of ebony hair that had fallen from her bun away from
her face. It was a very feminine gesture, so graceful that it made
Voldemort drawn to her even more. He had always thought she possessed a
grace of movement that was feline, which came as no surprise considering
her animagius form. This quality had always set her apart from the other
women, he had encountered and that was why he had to have her.
"Can I get you a drink?" he asked his voice low and husky.
She didn't reply, she just stared up at him. Voldemort cursed to himself
under his breath, she was being difficult. Why was she being difficult, why
did all women behave like this. You try to be nice to them, but were they
ever grateful, no!
"I asked you a question!" he hissed.
"No!" she replied
He knelt before and took her hands in his, she tried to pull them away but
he had them clenched tightly.
"You can either do it my way or your way Minerva," he told her, almost
tenderly "my way will cause you less pain my dearest."
He lifted one of his hands up level to her face and let his long fingers
trace her elegant features. He felt her stiffen under his touch; she moved
her face to dislodge his offending fingers.
"What have you done to my students and to Albus?" she asked strongly.
"DO NOT SPEAK THAT NAME," he shouted angrily, he grabbed her under the jaw
"you will learn not to ask questions."
Minerva glared at him; she could feel hatred pumping through every vein in
her body. His grip on her was tight and she could feel his nails digging
into her skin.
"JONES!" barked Voldemort "bring in the burner."
Minerva watched uneasily as the door opened again and a hooded figure
appeared carrying what looked like a poker. For a spilt second, Minerva
didn't recognise the mark on it but then realised that it had a skull, with
a snake protruding from its mouth like a tongue.
Voldemort grabbed the top of Minerva's emerald green robes and tore the
material, exposing part of her chest. He then took the poker from Jones and
pressed it against Minerva's bare skin.
"You are mine." hissed Voldemort
Minerva felt pain as the poker was pressed harder against her skin,
greenish smoke enveloped her. When the smoke disappeared, she saw Voldemort
admiring his work. She glanced down and saw the dark mark burned on to her
skin, she stared in shock and all sorts of emotions were rocketing through
her shaking body. Voldemort leant forward; she felt his icy lips brush
against her cheek. She closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to see him. She
didn't open them again till she was alone, and once she was, the floodgates
opened and she cried.
- Minerva's Quill
Minerva was dragged along by no more that five death eaters, she didn't
fight against them as she knew there was no point. She had no idea where
she was being taken, her thoughts were with her students and Albus and what
was to happen to them.
Minerva's stomach churned violently as they apparated to an unknown
destination. Before
Minerva had chance to adjust to her new surroundings, she found herself
shoved violently into a dark, damp room. She landed on the floor with a
thud. She watched as one of the death eaters take two candles from his
black robes and lit them. She was sure the death eater smiled as he
approached her slowly.
"He will be with you soon."
She lay on the floor staring up at him. There was a thin line of blood
running down the side of her face; she must have knocked it when she fell
to the floor.
She watched as the five death eaters left her alone in the dark room, she
pulled herself over to the wall and lent against it. She pulled her knees
up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, a single tear rolled down
her face. She didn't care about what was to become of her but her students,
her poor innocent children who didn't deserve to live with fear and despair
in their lives. She knew she was a fool to think Voldemort would keep to
his word, but she felt that she had to do something.
Her thoughts then turned to Albus, her beloved Albus and the pain she had
seen in his usually blue twinkling eyes. He had tried to stop her, his eyes
had pleaded with her. Why hadn't she stayed by his side, why had she
thought she could help matters? She should have stayed with him, fought
beside him, died beside him because at least then she would die fighting
for her children instead of sitting here.
Her ears picked up on voices approaching her room, and then the door swung
open. Her eyes narrowed at the sight before her, Voldemort glided towards
her and then came to a stop in front of her. Minerva felt panic well up
inside of her, some how she managed to fight against it. She had to keep a
clear head, she had to get out of this situation and return to Hogwarts, or
what was left of it.
She pushed the wisps of ebony hair that had fallen from her bun away from
her face. It was a very feminine gesture, so graceful that it made
Voldemort drawn to her even more. He had always thought she possessed a
grace of movement that was feline, which came as no surprise considering
her animagius form. This quality had always set her apart from the other
women, he had encountered and that was why he had to have her.
"Can I get you a drink?" he asked his voice low and husky.
She didn't reply, she just stared up at him. Voldemort cursed to himself
under his breath, she was being difficult. Why was she being difficult, why
did all women behave like this. You try to be nice to them, but were they
ever grateful, no!
"I asked you a question!" he hissed.
"No!" she replied
He knelt before and took her hands in his, she tried to pull them away but
he had them clenched tightly.
"You can either do it my way or your way Minerva," he told her, almost
tenderly "my way will cause you less pain my dearest."
He lifted one of his hands up level to her face and let his long fingers
trace her elegant features. He felt her stiffen under his touch; she moved
her face to dislodge his offending fingers.
"What have you done to my students and to Albus?" she asked strongly.
"DO NOT SPEAK THAT NAME," he shouted angrily, he grabbed her under the jaw
"you will learn not to ask questions."
Minerva glared at him; she could feel hatred pumping through every vein in
her body. His grip on her was tight and she could feel his nails digging
into her skin.
"JONES!" barked Voldemort "bring in the burner."
Minerva watched uneasily as the door opened again and a hooded figure
appeared carrying what looked like a poker. For a spilt second, Minerva
didn't recognise the mark on it but then realised that it had a skull, with
a snake protruding from its mouth like a tongue.
Voldemort grabbed the top of Minerva's emerald green robes and tore the
material, exposing part of her chest. He then took the poker from Jones and
pressed it against Minerva's bare skin.
"You are mine." hissed Voldemort
Minerva felt pain as the poker was pressed harder against her skin,
greenish smoke enveloped her. When the smoke disappeared, she saw Voldemort
admiring his work. She glanced down and saw the dark mark burned on to her
skin, she stared in shock and all sorts of emotions were rocketing through
her shaking body. Voldemort leant forward; she felt his icy lips brush
against her cheek. She closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to see him. She
didn't open them again till she was alone, and once she was, the floodgates
opened and she cried.
- Minerva's Quill