```Chapter 12```
Minerva scanned the large back yard that went on for acres. The entire property was lush green and littered carelessly with trees. Close to the house was a small garden and a set of outdoor furniture where Briellie would sometimes decide to have her tea at when she read or replied to letters. Also near the house was a small apple orchard made up of only twelve trees.
"Come along Minnie." Tom said rather briskly as he linked his arm in hers and walked lazily along the garden path. Minerva seethed inwardly, but followed beside him, finding herself irritated at the leisurely pace.
"Where are we going?" Minerva asked finally, when they were a long way away from the house so that the manor was a white blob a good mile away.
"Around." Tom said carelessly. "To see what we can see."
"Why?" Minerva asked a bit sharper than she normally would have intended. Tom stopped dead and dropped her arm, glaring at her.
"Stop asking questions." He said fiercely. Minerva shrank back timidly, looking intimidated and unsettled for a moment before following along.
They walked for at least two hours, going around and near a stream that ran through the property and stopping finally at one point in the stream that had large rocks around and in the clear water.
"Sit." He ordered, kicking off his shoes and sitting down himself on a rock near the edge of the river so he could dip his feet in. Minerva slowly took off her shoes and sat next to him, barely grazing the top of the cool water with her feet.
Tom turned and looked at her with his brown eyes and stared at every inch of her body as though he was soaking her up to memorize her at that exact moment. Minerva flinched, thinking that Albus would never make her feel uncomfortable.
Tom narrowed his eyes at her.
"Stop thinking about Dumbledore." He commanded. Minerva jumped back, completely taken off guard by his command.
"Why- you- how did you-"she sputtered, feeling as though she had just been plunged into a ice cold lake with out any warning.
"I'm quite skilled in Legilmens Minnie, and I know what you think about Dumbledore." Tom said coldly. "I want you to stop thinking about him and think about me instead."
Minerva stared at him with her mouth hanging slightly ajar and her face fixed in horror. All her vain efforts to keep herself calm at the mention of Dumbledore's name didn't matter. Tom had known the whole time. For that matter Minerva became almost sure Grindelwald knew as well and he would-
'They're just playing with my mind.' Minerva thought miserably.
Tom smirked at her, then laughed.
"Oh Minnie you are a card." He smiled, staring at her and shaking his head to get the laughter out of his system. Minerva seethed. "Don't look so Minerva, you'll get wrinkles on your pretty face, and we don't want that." Minerva resisted temptation to smack at Tom and then slowly was able to compose her face and relax her jaw from being clenched. "That's a good pet." Tom reached over and patted Minerva on the head.
"By the way Minnie, I do know that your animagus form in a cat, and if you try to change, I'll have to kill you." Tom said lightly. Minerva clenched her teeth and thought violently that it took her a good half hour of concentration to change and even if she could do it at a moments notice she would not leave her parents.
Tom laughed again, amused by his game. He stood up and slipped on his shoes, and Minerva followed suit. Tom walked close next to her and put an arm around her waist. Minerva clenched her teeth even more and fought back a shudder.
Tom stopped and looked at her, boring his dark eyes into her green ones.
"Minerva." He said, using her first name for the first time. "Albus Dumbledore does not love you." Tom said very calmly and very solemnly. Minerva's mouth opened and closed as she fought back her utter shock.
Tom took her shock to his advantage and pulled her against him roughly and planted his lips firmly over hers before Minerva had a chance to protest verbally or physically. She shoved away from him violently and Tom stopped before he put his head right over her shoulder.
"You said anything Minnie, the least you could do is give in a little." He whispered, his voice not sounding suave and smooth any longer but harsh and violent. Then he kissed her again and Minerva stood absolutely still, not daring to move in the slightest way. He kissed her for a long while, his lips working hers. Minerva suddenly became desperate for air and felt weak but didn't dare move away incase Tom suggested to Grindelwald that he torment Briellie again.
Tom finally released her as he looked towards the house in the dimming light and saw a dark purple wand flare in the air.
"Ah, the meeting is going to start. Come along Minnie. You wouldn't want to miss us plotting to capture your little friend now would you?" He said, dragging her along as she stumbled, gasping for air and feeling light- headed and dizzy.
'Little friend?' Minerva thought vaguely as her head span and she clutched Tom's other arm to keep herself from falling to the ground. Tom pulled her more upright.
"I know you'd warm up to me." He smiled as he walked briskly along. Minerva slowly regained her poise as they reached the house again. Tom opened the door for her and lead her along back to the dining room.
Minerva stared wide-eyed at the scene before her. Many more chairs were set around the dining room table, all occupied with people she didn't recognize, totaling about twelve more people. Tom guided her into a chair next to her mother, who sat rigidly, no longer in the night gown Minerva had helped her change into, but a black lacy dress cut in all the wrong places for a woman in her fifties. On the other side of her mother Albert was tied to a chair and looking considerably worse with a deep gash on his forehead and a dark bruise on his arm.
"My friends," Grindelwald's voice cut into the deathly silent room. Minerva looked to the head of the table where Grindelwald sat in a chair that could only be called a throne, complete in a black outfit with a maroon red cape to complete the ensemble and make him look like a king. "I'd like to welcome you to the home of the McGonagall's, who have so graciously given up their home for us to use as a meeting place."
There was a polite clap from the other men and Minerva felt like gagging as one particularly disgusting man eyed her lustily.
"Now, onto our first order of business." Grindelwald said in a very conversational tone. "Poppy Pomfrey and Alastor Moody."
~*~ Oh, Jestana and Thestral are going to kill me for leaving it like that!
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Minerva scanned the large back yard that went on for acres. The entire property was lush green and littered carelessly with trees. Close to the house was a small garden and a set of outdoor furniture where Briellie would sometimes decide to have her tea at when she read or replied to letters. Also near the house was a small apple orchard made up of only twelve trees.
"Come along Minnie." Tom said rather briskly as he linked his arm in hers and walked lazily along the garden path. Minerva seethed inwardly, but followed beside him, finding herself irritated at the leisurely pace.
"Where are we going?" Minerva asked finally, when they were a long way away from the house so that the manor was a white blob a good mile away.
"Around." Tom said carelessly. "To see what we can see."
"Why?" Minerva asked a bit sharper than she normally would have intended. Tom stopped dead and dropped her arm, glaring at her.
"Stop asking questions." He said fiercely. Minerva shrank back timidly, looking intimidated and unsettled for a moment before following along.
They walked for at least two hours, going around and near a stream that ran through the property and stopping finally at one point in the stream that had large rocks around and in the clear water.
"Sit." He ordered, kicking off his shoes and sitting down himself on a rock near the edge of the river so he could dip his feet in. Minerva slowly took off her shoes and sat next to him, barely grazing the top of the cool water with her feet.
Tom turned and looked at her with his brown eyes and stared at every inch of her body as though he was soaking her up to memorize her at that exact moment. Minerva flinched, thinking that Albus would never make her feel uncomfortable.
Tom narrowed his eyes at her.
"Stop thinking about Dumbledore." He commanded. Minerva jumped back, completely taken off guard by his command.
"Why- you- how did you-"she sputtered, feeling as though she had just been plunged into a ice cold lake with out any warning.
"I'm quite skilled in Legilmens Minnie, and I know what you think about Dumbledore." Tom said coldly. "I want you to stop thinking about him and think about me instead."
Minerva stared at him with her mouth hanging slightly ajar and her face fixed in horror. All her vain efforts to keep herself calm at the mention of Dumbledore's name didn't matter. Tom had known the whole time. For that matter Minerva became almost sure Grindelwald knew as well and he would-
'They're just playing with my mind.' Minerva thought miserably.
Tom smirked at her, then laughed.
"Oh Minnie you are a card." He smiled, staring at her and shaking his head to get the laughter out of his system. Minerva seethed. "Don't look so Minerva, you'll get wrinkles on your pretty face, and we don't want that." Minerva resisted temptation to smack at Tom and then slowly was able to compose her face and relax her jaw from being clenched. "That's a good pet." Tom reached over and patted Minerva on the head.
"By the way Minnie, I do know that your animagus form in a cat, and if you try to change, I'll have to kill you." Tom said lightly. Minerva clenched her teeth and thought violently that it took her a good half hour of concentration to change and even if she could do it at a moments notice she would not leave her parents.
Tom laughed again, amused by his game. He stood up and slipped on his shoes, and Minerva followed suit. Tom walked close next to her and put an arm around her waist. Minerva clenched her teeth even more and fought back a shudder.
Tom stopped and looked at her, boring his dark eyes into her green ones.
"Minerva." He said, using her first name for the first time. "Albus Dumbledore does not love you." Tom said very calmly and very solemnly. Minerva's mouth opened and closed as she fought back her utter shock.
Tom took her shock to his advantage and pulled her against him roughly and planted his lips firmly over hers before Minerva had a chance to protest verbally or physically. She shoved away from him violently and Tom stopped before he put his head right over her shoulder.
"You said anything Minnie, the least you could do is give in a little." He whispered, his voice not sounding suave and smooth any longer but harsh and violent. Then he kissed her again and Minerva stood absolutely still, not daring to move in the slightest way. He kissed her for a long while, his lips working hers. Minerva suddenly became desperate for air and felt weak but didn't dare move away incase Tom suggested to Grindelwald that he torment Briellie again.
Tom finally released her as he looked towards the house in the dimming light and saw a dark purple wand flare in the air.
"Ah, the meeting is going to start. Come along Minnie. You wouldn't want to miss us plotting to capture your little friend now would you?" He said, dragging her along as she stumbled, gasping for air and feeling light- headed and dizzy.
'Little friend?' Minerva thought vaguely as her head span and she clutched Tom's other arm to keep herself from falling to the ground. Tom pulled her more upright.
"I know you'd warm up to me." He smiled as he walked briskly along. Minerva slowly regained her poise as they reached the house again. Tom opened the door for her and lead her along back to the dining room.
Minerva stared wide-eyed at the scene before her. Many more chairs were set around the dining room table, all occupied with people she didn't recognize, totaling about twelve more people. Tom guided her into a chair next to her mother, who sat rigidly, no longer in the night gown Minerva had helped her change into, but a black lacy dress cut in all the wrong places for a woman in her fifties. On the other side of her mother Albert was tied to a chair and looking considerably worse with a deep gash on his forehead and a dark bruise on his arm.
"My friends," Grindelwald's voice cut into the deathly silent room. Minerva looked to the head of the table where Grindelwald sat in a chair that could only be called a throne, complete in a black outfit with a maroon red cape to complete the ensemble and make him look like a king. "I'd like to welcome you to the home of the McGonagall's, who have so graciously given up their home for us to use as a meeting place."
There was a polite clap from the other men and Minerva felt like gagging as one particularly disgusting man eyed her lustily.
"Now, onto our first order of business." Grindelwald said in a very conversational tone. "Poppy Pomfrey and Alastor Moody."
~*~ Oh, Jestana and Thestral are going to kill me for leaving it like that!
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Peace Out,
S.T.
