Disclaimer: I own nothing dealing with Harry Potter and all that stuff.
A/N: I just wanted to say sorry for the wait but I started school this past Monday and I've been going all crazy cuz it's my senior year. Anyway, sorry for all the spelling errors and stuff. Enjoy!
"... Then, they just took her," concluded Albus. He was talking in front of him, Sylvia Sprout, Severus, and Poppy in the staff room. Cornelius sat back in his chair, steepled his fingers, and sighed. 'What is there to think about?' Albus thought angrily.
"Hmm," said Cornelius finally.
"Well?" asked Albus, his impatiance apparent. "What is to be done?"
"Oh, we must find her, of coarse," said Cornelius, leaning forward. "But how?"
"I'll do whatever it takes," Poppy chimed in. "But whatever it is, we decide on doing, we better do it and fast!"
"I fully agree," said Cornelius, standing up and standing in the middle of the room. "But I highly doubt there is much we can do. She is in the hands the most evil, most demonic wizard in our world. I don't understand what it is you want me to do."
"Look, Fudge, either you're in our you're out," huffed Severus, rolling his eyes. "We shall proceed to plan a rescue with or without your help. Yet, I do say, with the speed you're going at, we might be faster without you." He sneered his legendary Severus Snape sneer.
"Well," huffed Cornelius. He accioed his hat and coat. "If you really don't need my help, I shall go." He stormed out of the staff door and was thouroughly shocked and peturbed that no one had cared to stop him. The door slammed behind him.
"Good riddence, I say," growled Albus, waving his hand at the door. "We can do this without him."
"Albus, we mustn't be rash," said Poppy, trying to calm him down. "We all miss her."
"I know," sighed Albus, going to the fireplace. The flames danced their wild dance. "Oh, how I miss her," he said, more to himself than to anyone else. Poppy motioned for Severus to talk to him. She then proceeded to pull Sylvia from the room with her. Once the door was closed, Severus walked over to the headmaster and placed his hand on his shoulder.
"Albus, why haven't you told Minerva that you love her yet?" he asked. Albus made no attempt to look at the potions master, nor did he show any signs of shock.
"How long have you known?" he asked quietly, still staring at the flames.
"The whole staff has known for some time, sir," Severus replied.
"Ironic, don't you think?" chuckled Albus, turning to his friend. "You'd think a guy like me would have all he'd want in life. I am headmaster of the finest wizarding school in the world, I am infamous for the defeat of Grindlewald.... Should I feel so selfish as to ask for the love of possibly the greatest witch of our time?" He smiled, but his heart just wasn't in it. That infamous Albus Dumbledore twinkle was gone and it almost scared Severus.
"It's not selfish," he replied. "In Mr. Potter's first year, I told him 'fame isn't everything'. A man needs a woman to love. It is part of our way of life. It is embedded in our genetic code. For at the end of the day, who can he share all his successes and failures with? A woman, of coarse." Albus chuckled slightly.
"Severus, I never knew you could be so deep," he said.
"Yes, well, don't let it go to your head," sneered Severus.
"Thank you, my friend," smiled Albus. "I shall remember this always." Then, Albus stopped short. Of coarse! Why hadn't he thought of this before? Without another word, he sped for Gryffindor Tower, hoping that a particular student hadn't left yet.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------Minerva sighed heavily. When she had woken up, she smiled for a tenth of a second, foolishly thinking that she were back at Hogwarts. But she then remembered where she was. Then, all was lost all over again. Now, she sat n her windowsill, forehead resting against the window glass. She looked at the distant sky, each twinkling of the stars reminding her of the twinkle in his eye.
Looking at her clock, she saw it was seven-fifteen. She had fifteen minutes before dinner started. Fifteen minutes before she had to see him again. Fifteen minutes before she felt her skin crawl.
Normanlly, she would've been there already. She loved to be as early as she could be. But this was one dinner she wouldn't mined being late to. True, she loathed being trapped in a small, confined space for too long. She was, after all, a cat. Her animagi instincts told her to run far away. But even stronger than her loathing for her trapped feeling was her despise for the man who placed her in this position.
For although he had not physically harmed her yet, he had killed off her hope and crushed all her dreams. And without the use of a wand or (as she found out earlier) her animagi form, she had no hope of escaping.
With one long last look to the sky, she silently sent a prayer and a kiss to Albus, quickly fixed a few strands of loose hair, and reluctantly set off for dinner. For in this case, to be late would cause the venomous serpant to strike.
A/N2: There, that is all for now. I'll update as soon as possible. But I am a senior this year, so it might be extremely difficult for me to do so. Perhaps in my t.a. period, I can write some. But I don't know for sure. Thanks a mill for the reviews. They were fabuloso! Always Hopeful