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A/N: I just wanted to let those who were interested know that the prophecy will be included in this story. And for Emily, I only made Hagrid fall as easily as he did cuz Voldemort is the second most powerful wizard, after Dumbledore, of coarse. Just an FYI by Always Hopeful.
Minerva looked on in despair as the castle grew smaller in the distance. All of her screams were no longer heard because a silencing charm had been placed on her. Also, Voldemort had done something so that she could not transform into her animagi form. Not that she would want to, seeing how the fall alone would kill her. Even if cats always land on their feet, she could break her neck. Not to mention she wasn't exactly young anymore.
A single tear was all she had allowed herself to shed. She did not want to let her enemy see her lose face. This would only show weakness in her personage. She was, after all, head of Gryffindor house. She was a lioness, not to be toyed with or destroyed by anyone! Even the "Great Lord Voldemort" would never see her weakness show, no matter what tortures he would put her through.
Once she realized that it was no use to struggle any longer, she stopped her kicking and unheard screaming and sighed. This was the worse day of her life. She had been kidnapped by the darkest, most evil wizard in the entire magical world; she was probably being dragged to some unknown place that was most likely far from Hogwarts; and she was being taken from all her friends and collegues. And as she glided unwillingly from the school, she played with the thought that it wasn't the school she would be missing so much as it was... him. Sure, she would miss her school and home for the past forty years or so. But it was him, Albus Dumbledore, that had somehow made each day complete.
When she had been a student of his, she had had a major crush on her Transfiguration teacher. But after graduation, she had quickly dismissed those feelings and had forgotten them. But once she became a teacher herself, and their teaching careers soon demanded that they work as a closer team, she began to wonder if she had dismissed the idea of them too quickly. Especially after that discussion they had had over a nightly chess game so many years before.
"What about you, Minerva?" he had asked her. "Why haven't you been married yet?" She stared into his blue eyes praying that she didn't let her fear show. The question had caught her off guard. So much so, that she had to think of some answer... and fast.
"When have I had time for the opposite sex, Albus?" she had rebutled. This was not only a true question, but one that seemed to keep the headmaster from further questioning her. When she had asked about him, though, she was both delighted and depressed by the response. He had simply said,
"I suppose I just haven't found anyone who could hold an intellectual conversation while making me laugh at the same time." Minerva had thought that was a very fine quality in a partner indeed. Fine, yes, but most certainly a rare trait as well.
But she was also rather disappointed. Perhaps his coice in females would exclude her, as well. Like her, she knew, Albus was very choosy in his type of partners. She had brains, yes, and certainly wit. But she thought that Albus, like most men, would like someone who was beautiful in face as well as in heart. And in her opinion, she was barely even pretty, if that. Thus spawned a twinge of jealousy for the unknown woman who would be lucky enough to win his heart.
Since that night, she had a growing love for this man that was her boss and mentor. She wanted the be his one true love; his confidante; his lover; the one to make him laugh. In fact, she had turned down many suitors in the hopes that he would someday see her in the same way that she saw him. But she also knew that it was a fools dream. She was no longer young and had given all hope on having a husband and, what she also desperately wanted, children.
And now, she could not even have the simple dream of letting Albus know how she felt. Voldemort had taken her and she knew he would kill her if it meant getting what he wants. She was going to die alone and it was partly her fault. If only she had told him before...
Those were the last thoughts before she fell asleep. It was the most disturbing sleep she had had in years and most certainly her lonliest.
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Albus made his way to the ministry via floo powder. He had left Poppy to Hagrid and the others to clean up the mess that had been made in the Great Hall. He had business to discuss with the minister.
"Ah, Albus," sighed Cornelius Fudge. He shook Albus' hand. "Look, I'm sorry, but I can't have visitors at the moment-"
"Cornelius, the school has been stormed by Voldemort and his death eaters!" exclaimed Albus.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Albus," he said. "You must be at your wits end. Has the school been-"
"No no, the school is fine, as are the students," Albus said, rolling his eyes. "Cornelius, listen to me." He grabbed the minister by the arms. "They've taken Minerva!"
"Minerva's... gone?" asked Fudge, seeming confused. Albus let him go, allowing the other man to pace back and forth. "This is unbelievable."
"I know, I know-" began Albus.
"It's perfect!" exclaimed Fudge, a triumphant smile on his face.
"What?" hissed Albus, a quizzical look on his face. "Are you saying that it's a good thing?" He was furious. How could he think of such a horrible thing at a time like this?
"Listen, Albus," said Fudge. "With Minerva there, we can infilltrate the Dark Lord's lair, and-"
"Are you bloody daft?" shouted Albust. "She's been KIDNAPPED! She hasn't gone on her own free will! It's not as if she's gone bloody skipping over there for some BLOODY TEA! Not to mention that she's UNARMED!"
"Calm down, Albus," said Fudge, holding up his hands in defense.
"How can I bloody be calm when someone I care about has been taken?" asked Albus. Oops, he thought.
"Care.... about?" asked Fudge. "Albus, do you love her?"
"I don't have time for this," said Albus as he turned on his heel and began to walk out. "If you're not going to help me, then you might as well-" He was stopped by the sound of the ministers voice.
"Okay," said Fudge, still staring at Albus' back. "Go back to the school and demand a meeting with the other teachers. I'll be along shortly." Albus looked at him, nodded, and then rushed back out the door, many worried glances following him.
Minerva awoke, feeling graugy. She rubbed her head and opened her eyes. Everything seemed all blurry at first, but soon cleared when she blinked a few times. And what met her eyes was so shocking, she couldn't help but let out a short cry of surprise.
How could this be? It just was not possible at all... Or was it?
A/N2: Oh, where is she? What do you think she'll find? Dun dun dun. I hope you all liked that chapter. Next one will be up soon, hopefully. Don't know though cuz I am starting school again next Monday, so I'll update as soon as possible. Okay peeps? Oh, and the song that this story was named for will come along soon enough. I just need to find the perfect spot to put it in. Love ya's. Always Hopeful!