Chapter 6
Severus and Remus stood awkwardly in the headmaster's office, watching
Albus sink deeper and deeper into his dark depression. Fawkes sang a
mournful tune which only plummeted Albus deeper.
"Albus?" said Remus softly "what is your exact relationship with Minerva?"
Severus shot Remus a look, warning him not to go there but it was too late
as the question had been asked. Both men waited expectantly for an answer
but received none.
"We're going to check if there has been any developments." said Severus,
breaking the uncomfortable silence.
Remus took his queue and followed Severus to the door, as the two men where
about to walk out of the office when Albus spoke.
"She is my beautiful wife," began Albus, his voice full of affection "she
is my best friend, my better half. The only woman who has managed to still
my heart."
Severus and Remus came back into the room and sat on the couch next to the
fire. They listened intently as Albus told them more about his relationship
with his deputy.
"It wasn't a conventional relationship," began Albus "she was my most
promising student, I feel in love instantly. Her long ebony coloured hair,
her porcelain features, and those green eyes of hers. She was a goddess who
entered my life and has remained with me. We married straight after she
graduated. It was a small, private wedding; it had to be as Grindlewald was
a big threat."
"You've kept it a secret for all these years?" Remus said softly
"Yes," replied Albus "With Grindlewald gone, I believed that we should
announce our marriage but then Tom stepped into his stories. Tom always
wanted her and now he has her. My love can only protect her so much, but I
can't protect her against unforgivable curses, against muggle torture,
against rape."
"Albus," interrupted Severus "she knew what she was doing."
"I SHOULDN'T HAVE LET HER GO!" shouted Albus, his voice full of anger and
despair.
He stood up full of rage and picked up one of the many glass orbs that
lived upon his desk. He threw it against the wall and it shattered into
tiny littlest pieces.
"I should have protected her." said Albus, as he sunk to his knees. "I
can't bare this."
He put his head in his hands and sobbed. Severus and Remus watched with
concern as the greatest wizard of current time sobbed with despair for the
woman he adored and loved.
Minerva lay, curled up in a tight ball in the middle of the bed. She was so
weak, deep down she knew that she could not withstand much more but she
didn't want to give in to that evil man. The only thing keeping her sane
was the thought of her Albus. She closed her eyes and there he was, his
blue eyes twinkling brightly behind his half moon spectacles. She could
hear him calling her name and holding out his arms to her. If only she
could run into his arms and let him hold her, in his arms she would be
safe. She missed his tender and loving kisses, and the way his beard would
tickle her as she lay against his chest.
She opened her eyes to the darkness of her new prison; she could taste her
own salty tears that had run down her face. She ran her fingers over her
exposed skin, it was freezing cold and under the dim light of the candle,
she could make out the cuts, scars and the unnatural colour of her skin. It
was then, when she heard the key in the door.
Oh Merlin no! She thought to herself, tears in her eyes "I can't take
anymore."
Minerva'sQuill 2004
Severus and Remus stood awkwardly in the headmaster's office, watching
Albus sink deeper and deeper into his dark depression. Fawkes sang a
mournful tune which only plummeted Albus deeper.
"Albus?" said Remus softly "what is your exact relationship with Minerva?"
Severus shot Remus a look, warning him not to go there but it was too late
as the question had been asked. Both men waited expectantly for an answer
but received none.
"We're going to check if there has been any developments." said Severus,
breaking the uncomfortable silence.
Remus took his queue and followed Severus to the door, as the two men where
about to walk out of the office when Albus spoke.
"She is my beautiful wife," began Albus, his voice full of affection "she
is my best friend, my better half. The only woman who has managed to still
my heart."
Severus and Remus came back into the room and sat on the couch next to the
fire. They listened intently as Albus told them more about his relationship
with his deputy.
"It wasn't a conventional relationship," began Albus "she was my most
promising student, I feel in love instantly. Her long ebony coloured hair,
her porcelain features, and those green eyes of hers. She was a goddess who
entered my life and has remained with me. We married straight after she
graduated. It was a small, private wedding; it had to be as Grindlewald was
a big threat."
"You've kept it a secret for all these years?" Remus said softly
"Yes," replied Albus "With Grindlewald gone, I believed that we should
announce our marriage but then Tom stepped into his stories. Tom always
wanted her and now he has her. My love can only protect her so much, but I
can't protect her against unforgivable curses, against muggle torture,
against rape."
"Albus," interrupted Severus "she knew what she was doing."
"I SHOULDN'T HAVE LET HER GO!" shouted Albus, his voice full of anger and
despair.
He stood up full of rage and picked up one of the many glass orbs that
lived upon his desk. He threw it against the wall and it shattered into
tiny littlest pieces.
"I should have protected her." said Albus, as he sunk to his knees. "I
can't bare this."
He put his head in his hands and sobbed. Severus and Remus watched with
concern as the greatest wizard of current time sobbed with despair for the
woman he adored and loved.
Minerva lay, curled up in a tight ball in the middle of the bed. She was so
weak, deep down she knew that she could not withstand much more but she
didn't want to give in to that evil man. The only thing keeping her sane
was the thought of her Albus. She closed her eyes and there he was, his
blue eyes twinkling brightly behind his half moon spectacles. She could
hear him calling her name and holding out his arms to her. If only she
could run into his arms and let him hold her, in his arms she would be
safe. She missed his tender and loving kisses, and the way his beard would
tickle her as she lay against his chest.
She opened her eyes to the darkness of her new prison; she could taste her
own salty tears that had run down her face. She ran her fingers over her
exposed skin, it was freezing cold and under the dim light of the candle,
she could make out the cuts, scars and the unnatural colour of her skin. It
was then, when she heard the key in the door.
Oh Merlin no! She thought to herself, tears in her eyes "I can't take
anymore."
Minerva'sQuill 2004