Chapter 13

Minerva glared at each man individually, memorizing their faces so that, as she began hoping, when some one did save her, she could inform the Ministry of every person in the room.

Grindelwald went onto say that Poppy Pomfrey and Alastor Moody were not only lovers and friend's of Minerva's, but friend's of Albus Dumbledore's as well. He immediately rushed to inform them he would need someone to stay and help with the hostages.

"What's Pomfrey look like?" someone shouted up and the others chuckled. Minerva's eyes snapped to the man who'd said it, immediately furious with the comment. He glanced at her out of the corner of his dark eyes, which went perfectly with his hair.

"Do enlighten the man, mudblood." Grindelwald looked at Briellie, who immediately piped up.

"She's a lovely little red-haired girl." Briellie responded innocently, though her eyes widened as she realized what Grindelwald had had her say could lead Poppy to torture. Minerva and Albert exchanged glances.

The man who'd asked after Poppy's appearance smirked. "I'll stay in exchange for her." He said.

"Morris, my friend, you've made a wise decision, and I promise you'll be rewarded with more than Miss Pomfrey once we've completed our quest." Grindelwald's smile enraged Minerva all the more. To her surprise, Tom slipped his hand into hers, giving her a comforting squeeze.

Grindelwald dismissed the others and had Briellie show Morris to where he would be staying. Tom pulled on Minerva hand and led her to the living room while Grindelwald turned to Albert.

"Sit Minnie." He said, leading her to the couch. She sat and he immediately was next to her, holding her tightly. Minerva scowled. "You know Minnie," he whispered into the top of her head, "Those friends of yours don't deserve to be your friends after associating with Dumbledore.

Minerva drew a deep breath and rolled her eyes, thinking it pointless to argue with him on Albus' behalf.

"What makes you want him? I am a better lover. I'm better looking and closer to your age. I can give you the world once I take it. All the riches you want." Tom told her, holding her tighter. Minerva flinched as she heard a scream from her mother.

"He's got a heart, something you'll never possess." She snapped, instantly regretting it. Tom glared and shoved her onto the floor.

"Go to the damn fireplace!" he roared, shoving and pushing her along till she fell to her knees in front of the fireplace. "You're going to talk that Pomfrey woman and you're going to ask her and that bloody Auror to come here as soon as they can! Got it?" he demanded, standing back to be out of view of the fireplace.

Minerva stood up. "I will not!" she shouted back, too blinded by rage to realize her mistake. Grindelwald moved into the room.

"Tsk tsk Miss McGonagall. Briellie." He clapped his hands as if calling a dog. Sure enough, Briellie trotted in, smiling happily.

"Yes Master?" she asked looking at him like a schoolgirl with a crush. Minerva would have gagged had she not been terrified for her mother's well being.

"Would you do us the honor of asking Miss Pomfrey and Mr. Moody to come stay with us?" he asked. Minerva's body tensed. Tom grabbed her shoulders and dragged her back.

Minerva kicked at him, immediately furious as Tom gagged her and Briellie knelt down in front of the fireplace. "If you don't stop now Minerva we'll just drag Miss Pomfrey here now and Morris can have her. I hear his last wife died from being over exerted." He smirked into her ear. Minerva only grew more enraged.

"Hello Poppy! How good to see you!" Briellie's animation seemed almost genuine as the medi-witches' face appeared in the flames.

"Why hello Mrs. McGonagall. So nice to see you. How are you?" Poppy smiled softly, responding respectfully, though a bit of curiosity was in her eyes as to why Briellie had contacted her.

"I'm lovely. And you look it as well. Is some one in love?" Briellie grinned widely. Poppy flushed and ducked her head. "I was wondering if perhaps you and your male friend would like to spend the day here tomorrow. Minerva may have written you about it, but I'm not sure if you've gotten the owl in time."

"Oh that would be lovely Mrs. McGonagall." Poppy smiled brightly, though there was still a suspicious glint in her eye. "Yes, Alastor and I will come tomorrow. What time would you like us?"

"How does noon sound, dear?" Briellie kept smiling and said her goodbyes.

"I like her." Morris sounded from the doorway, one eye brow raised and eyes still trained on the fireplace where Poppy's face had been. "Seems like the sort I can test my new torture on if she brings her boyfriend."

"Damn that medi-witch! She was suspicious! Moody may come armed!" Grindelwald hissed.

"Nothing to worry about m'lord." Tom grunted as he struggled with Minerva, who had began her kicking fit again, fighting him to get free.

"Lord Voldemort," Grindelwald said, pointing his wand at Minerva so ropes tied themselves around her wrists and ankles. "Take the girl to her room, put her under the Imperious Curse and teach her a lesson."

Tom smirked, and took out his wand.

"Be sure not to miss tomorrow's activity. Miss Pomfrey seems to have her heart set on seeing Miss McGonagall." Grindelwald smirked as Tom put Minerva under the curse and forced her to walk at his side up the spiral staircase to her room, where he shut the door behind them.

"My Minnie... how the tables have turned. What to do with you?" he smirked pacing around her as she stood in the center of the room. "I could make you kiss me... I could make you take off all your clothes... I could have you make passionate love to me... I could do so many things you know." He eyes studied her body and Minerva would have blushed had she not been in such circumstances.

"Of course Tom." She replied in a sickeningly sweet voice.

"Oh no." Minerva thought, feeling more trapped than she ever had in her life. "What's he going to do to me?"

A/N: I'm back folks! This'll probably be my only and last story on fanfiction! But that's ok. I'll make it long! Thank to all the reviewers! You rock my socks off!

Peace Out,
S.T.