Minerva's Quill- 2004
"Albus! Albus!"
Albus could hear a faint voice calling him, and then he felt a cold towel
being pressed against his forehead.
"W-what?" he mumbled, as he slowly opened his eyes.
"Are you alright?" asked Severus Snape nervously
"Minerva!" said Albus, as he tried to look around the brightly lit room and
then trying to sit up.
"Albus lay down." Madam Pomfrey's voice told him.
Albus let himself relax back into the bed; he looked around the room again.
Severus and Remus were looking back at him, both were covered in cuts and
dried blood.
"Minerva!" demanded Albus "Where is Minerva?"
He closed his eyes tightly as his head began to throb violently, when he
reopened his eyes again, he saw Severus and Remus exchange awkward looks to
each other.
"What do you remember?" asked Remus
"Get Minerva!" replied Albus.
"She isn't here," began Severus "Voldemort tricked us all Albus. She was so
brave, a true Gryffindor. She did it for the children, she did it for
Hogwarts."
"Did what?" asked Albus, his voice shaking.
"She gave herself to him," carried on Severus "he said he wouldn't attack
if she went with him. Once he had her, he went back on his word. You were
hit with a strong stunning spell, one which we had never come across. For a
while we weren't sure you would pull through."
"I must get her back," said Albus "you must help me."
"We are trying Albus," replied Remus sadly "as yet, there is no word."
"You aren't trying hard enough" said Albus, his voice full of worry "She
needs me, I need her. Oh Merlin what is he doing to my beautiful Minerva."
Severus, Remus and Poppy exchanged glances, neither three of them could
deny that they hadn't thought about what was happening to Minerva. Severus
in particular was worried, he knew first hand.
"I will return to his service," said Severus "I will get her back."
"No Severus," replied Albus "you mustn't. He will know why, there is
another way. I have to get her back, she must be with me. I hope we aren't
too late."
Poppy tried to stop Albus from getting up from his bed, but in the end she
let him go. His eyes shone with determination and sorrow, neither Severus,
Remus nor Poppy knew the full extent of the relationship between the head
teacher and the deputy, but seeing Albus in this state, they began to
understand.
Albus swept out of the hospital wing, closely followed by Severus and
Remus.
Minerva hadn't slept; she had sat up all night simply staring at the heavy
stone door that imprisoned her from the world. She sat up against the slimy
wall, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees, trying to keep herself
warm. She was cold, so cold that she couldn't feel the tips of her fingers.
The sound of footsteps approaching her stone prison, made her hold her
breath. She heard the catches on the door click and then the door swung
open, letting in some dim light. The light disappeared as Voldemort
appeared in the door way.
"Get up!" he ordered, his voice low and husky.
When she didn't move, he swept over and grabbed hold of her arm tightly and
hauled her on to her feet. She felt herself stumble against his cold robed
body and quickly tried to pull away but he had wrapped one of his arms
around her waist and was making her walk with him out of the room. They
walked in silence along a dimly lit corridor till they reached a large
room, decorated with large ugly stone gargoyles and black satin.
He removed his arm from around her waist and she sunk to the floor in a
small heap in front of him. They were alone, Minerva kept her eyes on the
floor but she could feel his eyes piecing into her.
"How is my future queen, this morning?" he asked, his voice low.
"I will never be your queen." replied Minerva, thought gritted teeth.
She heard him curse under his breath; he kicked her as hard as he could in
the stomach, which sent her reeling across the floor. Minerva was holding
her stomach with both hands when she saw him kneeling beside her.
"I didn't want to do that my Minerva," he told her "but you made me."
She gathered up all the strength she could, and rolled away from him. He
grabbed her wrists and held them above her head, before straddling her. His
red eyes boring into her grey scared eyes; she wriggled beneath him hoping
to free herself.
"You are mine," he hissed "I marked you."
He pulled at her already ripped robes to reveal the mark that told
everyone, she was his but found nothing. In fact, there was no trace that
the dark mark had ever been on her light, soft skin. He pulled at her robes
more, revealing more of her skin. She tried to fight against him, but his
grip was so strong. Fear was rushing through her body, his hands were cold
and clammy, his eyes full of anger.
"Where is it." he hissed violently "you are mine, MINE."
He got off her and sat quietly beside her for a few moments, getting his
breath back. He ran his cold, clammy fingers over her face, letting his
thumb gently caress her bottom lip.
"I didn't want it to come to this," he told her "but it has. The hard way
it is!"
"Albus! Albus!"
Albus could hear a faint voice calling him, and then he felt a cold towel
being pressed against his forehead.
"W-what?" he mumbled, as he slowly opened his eyes.
"Are you alright?" asked Severus Snape nervously
"Minerva!" said Albus, as he tried to look around the brightly lit room and
then trying to sit up.
"Albus lay down." Madam Pomfrey's voice told him.
Albus let himself relax back into the bed; he looked around the room again.
Severus and Remus were looking back at him, both were covered in cuts and
dried blood.
"Minerva!" demanded Albus "Where is Minerva?"
He closed his eyes tightly as his head began to throb violently, when he
reopened his eyes again, he saw Severus and Remus exchange awkward looks to
each other.
"What do you remember?" asked Remus
"Get Minerva!" replied Albus.
"She isn't here," began Severus "Voldemort tricked us all Albus. She was so
brave, a true Gryffindor. She did it for the children, she did it for
Hogwarts."
"Did what?" asked Albus, his voice shaking.
"She gave herself to him," carried on Severus "he said he wouldn't attack
if she went with him. Once he had her, he went back on his word. You were
hit with a strong stunning spell, one which we had never come across. For a
while we weren't sure you would pull through."
"I must get her back," said Albus "you must help me."
"We are trying Albus," replied Remus sadly "as yet, there is no word."
"You aren't trying hard enough" said Albus, his voice full of worry "She
needs me, I need her. Oh Merlin what is he doing to my beautiful Minerva."
Severus, Remus and Poppy exchanged glances, neither three of them could
deny that they hadn't thought about what was happening to Minerva. Severus
in particular was worried, he knew first hand.
"I will return to his service," said Severus "I will get her back."
"No Severus," replied Albus "you mustn't. He will know why, there is
another way. I have to get her back, she must be with me. I hope we aren't
too late."
Poppy tried to stop Albus from getting up from his bed, but in the end she
let him go. His eyes shone with determination and sorrow, neither Severus,
Remus nor Poppy knew the full extent of the relationship between the head
teacher and the deputy, but seeing Albus in this state, they began to
understand.
Albus swept out of the hospital wing, closely followed by Severus and
Remus.
Minerva hadn't slept; she had sat up all night simply staring at the heavy
stone door that imprisoned her from the world. She sat up against the slimy
wall, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees, trying to keep herself
warm. She was cold, so cold that she couldn't feel the tips of her fingers.
The sound of footsteps approaching her stone prison, made her hold her
breath. She heard the catches on the door click and then the door swung
open, letting in some dim light. The light disappeared as Voldemort
appeared in the door way.
"Get up!" he ordered, his voice low and husky.
When she didn't move, he swept over and grabbed hold of her arm tightly and
hauled her on to her feet. She felt herself stumble against his cold robed
body and quickly tried to pull away but he had wrapped one of his arms
around her waist and was making her walk with him out of the room. They
walked in silence along a dimly lit corridor till they reached a large
room, decorated with large ugly stone gargoyles and black satin.
He removed his arm from around her waist and she sunk to the floor in a
small heap in front of him. They were alone, Minerva kept her eyes on the
floor but she could feel his eyes piecing into her.
"How is my future queen, this morning?" he asked, his voice low.
"I will never be your queen." replied Minerva, thought gritted teeth.
She heard him curse under his breath; he kicked her as hard as he could in
the stomach, which sent her reeling across the floor. Minerva was holding
her stomach with both hands when she saw him kneeling beside her.
"I didn't want to do that my Minerva," he told her "but you made me."
She gathered up all the strength she could, and rolled away from him. He
grabbed her wrists and held them above her head, before straddling her. His
red eyes boring into her grey scared eyes; she wriggled beneath him hoping
to free herself.
"You are mine," he hissed "I marked you."
He pulled at her already ripped robes to reveal the mark that told
everyone, she was his but found nothing. In fact, there was no trace that
the dark mark had ever been on her light, soft skin. He pulled at her robes
more, revealing more of her skin. She tried to fight against him, but his
grip was so strong. Fear was rushing through her body, his hands were cold
and clammy, his eyes full of anger.
"Where is it." he hissed violently "you are mine, MINE."
He got off her and sat quietly beside her for a few moments, getting his
breath back. He ran his cold, clammy fingers over her face, letting his
thumb gently caress her bottom lip.
"I didn't want it to come to this," he told her "but it has. The hard way
it is!"