It's A Damn Cold Night
"Isn't anyone trying to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life"
As Minerva stood there, her face bare, wet and pained, the ever-courageous light in her eyes finally died down, she knew that this was defeat. Life had defeated her. It was hard to take, hard to face, but it was true.
Minerva McGonagall, indestructible Minerva McGonagall, was finally destroyed.
She had been able to live without friendship, she'd learnt to live without it since Rolanda Hooch, her one, only friend, had left school prematurely in her 6th year to play professional Quidditch. Minerva had seen her go and had smiled.
"Will you be alright, Min? Are you sure you'll be alright?"
She'd crossed her arms and smiled.
"Of course, Ro, who do you think I am? I don't need "them"."
With "them" meaning; the rest of the world.
Except then that one person.
Rolanda had kept on writing to her, but she was busy and busy people forgot easily. Minerva had realized she was a burden for her ever-merry friend, and had, in the end, let go.
She still had her parents. Even after the death of her father, in the beginning of her 7th year- this year- she had still had her mother. Father was dead, murdered by the Dark Lord like so many others, but mother would never leave her. Mother wouldn't- and there was still Maia, after all,
Maia, her little sister-to-be who, despite her dad's death, had kept on growing, there, safely hidden deep inside her mother's stomach..
She still had her mother, still had her sister.
And then The Letter had come.
Headmaster Dippet had called her into his office…
And her world had collapsed.
"Isn't anyone trying to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life"
As Minerva stood there, her face bare, wet and pained, the ever-courageous light in her eyes finally died down, she knew that this was defeat. Life had defeated her. It was hard to take, hard to face, but it was true.
Minerva McGonagall, indestructible Minerva McGonagall, was finally destroyed.
She had been able to live without friendship, she'd learnt to live without it since Rolanda Hooch, her one, only friend, had left school prematurely in her 6th year to play professional Quidditch. Minerva had seen her go and had smiled.
"Will you be alright, Min? Are you sure you'll be alright?"
She'd crossed her arms and smiled.
"Of course, Ro, who do you think I am? I don't need "them"."
With "them" meaning; the rest of the world.
Except then that one person.
Rolanda had kept on writing to her, but she was busy and busy people forgot easily. Minerva had realized she was a burden for her ever-merry friend, and had, in the end, let go.
She still had her parents. Even after the death of her father, in the beginning of her 7th year- this year- she had still had her mother. Father was dead, murdered by the Dark Lord like so many others, but mother would never leave her. Mother wouldn't- and there was still Maia, after all,
Maia, her little sister-to-be who, despite her dad's death, had kept on growing, there, safely hidden deep inside her mother's stomach..
She still had her mother, still had her sister.
And then The Letter had come.
Headmaster Dippet had called her into his office…
And her world had collapsed.