Take Me By The Hand
"Won't you, take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are but I, I'm with you
I'm with you."
"Miss McGonagall, I don't know an easy way to say this… please sit down."
She had done as Headmaster Dippet had asked, almost automatically. All brain activity had stopped right there- because all of a sudden, she knew. She was no longer the formidable Head Girl, no longer Minerva-in-control-McGonagall. She was a girl who'd had it all and lost it all- and who knew it.
"Minerva- your mother…"
Were those little, watery diamonds in the Headmaster's grey eyes then really tears?
Minerva swallowed and stared at her hands, folded on her lap, as he continued
"Your mother has been killed by the Dark Lord. Your- your sister has died with her. I am sorry…"
Impulsively, sadly, the man extended a wrinkled hand towards Minerva, as if to comfort her, but she didn't feel it as he clumsily patted her back. She felt nothing.
Nothing.
And then, very slowly, realization dawned and tears came. Silent tears- much more desperate than any hysterical sobbing ever could be. She felt them bite in her cheeks, tear her heart apart.
Mother was dead.
Maia was dead.
Albus Dumbledore didn't love her.
For some reason- she almost bitterly chuckled at the thought- she was suddenly sure of that fact, through the storm of sadness inside her body. She had loved him, her Professor, since her eleventh year. He'd coached her during her Animagus-training at sixteen. He'd held her as she cried over her father.
And now was proved that he didn't care for her at all.
Because not he, her Head of House and most trusted teacher at Hogwarts, entrusted her the news that had torn her apart- but Dippet. What could that mean, but simply that he didn't like difficult things, that he just escaped his duties then and ran off.
What could that mean, but simply that he didn't love her. That he never would.
And all of a sudden she knew that all she wanted was to follow her mother, father and sister to the other side, where sadness became joy, where tears turned to smiles?
Take me by the hand, Mother.
Take me somewhere new.
"Won't you, take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are but I, I'm with you
I'm with you."
"Miss McGonagall, I don't know an easy way to say this… please sit down."
She had done as Headmaster Dippet had asked, almost automatically. All brain activity had stopped right there- because all of a sudden, she knew. She was no longer the formidable Head Girl, no longer Minerva-in-control-McGonagall. She was a girl who'd had it all and lost it all- and who knew it.
"Minerva- your mother…"
Were those little, watery diamonds in the Headmaster's grey eyes then really tears?
Minerva swallowed and stared at her hands, folded on her lap, as he continued
"Your mother has been killed by the Dark Lord. Your- your sister has died with her. I am sorry…"
Impulsively, sadly, the man extended a wrinkled hand towards Minerva, as if to comfort her, but she didn't feel it as he clumsily patted her back. She felt nothing.
Nothing.
And then, very slowly, realization dawned and tears came. Silent tears- much more desperate than any hysterical sobbing ever could be. She felt them bite in her cheeks, tear her heart apart.
Mother was dead.
Maia was dead.
Albus Dumbledore didn't love her.
For some reason- she almost bitterly chuckled at the thought- she was suddenly sure of that fact, through the storm of sadness inside her body. She had loved him, her Professor, since her eleventh year. He'd coached her during her Animagus-training at sixteen. He'd held her as she cried over her father.
And now was proved that he didn't care for her at all.
Because not he, her Head of House and most trusted teacher at Hogwarts, entrusted her the news that had torn her apart- but Dippet. What could that mean, but simply that he didn't like difficult things, that he just escaped his duties then and ran off.
What could that mean, but simply that he didn't love her. That he never would.
And all of a sudden she knew that all she wanted was to follow her mother, father and sister to the other side, where sadness became joy, where tears turned to smiles?
Take me by the hand, Mother.
Take me somewhere new.