Nothing But The Rain
"There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening, but there's no sound"
"Mother?"
Minerva's voice was faint, bereft of all its usual briskness. For what was that briskness, that authority she, even as Head Girl and not even a teacher, already had, what was it but a poor façade?
Again the fact that had caused her to stand here in the first place, entered her mind. She had got no friends. No real ones, that was. They respected her- they feared her, for she was strict- but behind her back, they mocked her like they always had. Smart, serious Minerva McGonagall, who loved reading and got top grades without any notable effort. But she did like studying- another abnormality, another reason for her lack of friends.
She had never really cared. As long as her father, and, after his death, her mother were there, she was as happy as possible.
But where was her mother now?
There, far away, where she had not been able to follow.
Now she would, though. But didn't then the very same question remain?
Where was her mother now?
She half-closed her eyes and listened, but it was true. There was no sound- no footsteps on the ground. Nothing.
Nothing but the rain, falling down, wiping away the tears from her pale face and yet creating more of them.
"Mother?"
She spread her arms open, stretched them out towards the sky in a desperate, uncharacteristically pleading gesture.
Please come and get me, mother.
Please take me away, mother.
Please.
"There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening, but there's no sound"
"Mother?"
Minerva's voice was faint, bereft of all its usual briskness. For what was that briskness, that authority she, even as Head Girl and not even a teacher, already had, what was it but a poor façade?
Again the fact that had caused her to stand here in the first place, entered her mind. She had got no friends. No real ones, that was. They respected her- they feared her, for she was strict- but behind her back, they mocked her like they always had. Smart, serious Minerva McGonagall, who loved reading and got top grades without any notable effort. But she did like studying- another abnormality, another reason for her lack of friends.
She had never really cared. As long as her father, and, after his death, her mother were there, she was as happy as possible.
But where was her mother now?
There, far away, where she had not been able to follow.
Now she would, though. But didn't then the very same question remain?
Where was her mother now?
She half-closed her eyes and listened, but it was true. There was no sound- no footsteps on the ground. Nothing.
Nothing but the rain, falling down, wiping away the tears from her pale face and yet creating more of them.
"Mother?"
She spread her arms open, stretched them out towards the sky in a desperate, uncharacteristically pleading gesture.
Please come and get me, mother.
Please take me away, mother.
Please.