Chapter 2 by Angeldust
Minerva stormed into her room slamming the door shut behind her; she didn't even notice the numerous portraits that slid down onto the floor. She threw herself into the chair at her desk and stared at the wall in silence. 'Hopeless.' The worlds rattled over and over again in her mind. Why was it hopeless? Why couldn't they be together? It just a big game to him, he didn't love her. Minerva could feel anger bubbling inside her stomach again, never had she been as livid as she was now.
"Minerva?" The soft voice of her ex-lover drifted around her room, she looked around expecting to see him she couldn't. She went back to staring at the wall before she heard it again. She glanced down this time and noticed the picture of her and Albus standing together smiling. He was looking up at a pleading expression on his face. She picked it up softly and studied it for a moment before hurling it at the mirror across the room; she watched both the picture and the mirror break with an eerie satisfaction.
She was through with pretending, she was through with lying to herself and everyone around her. She had lied to herself and Albus for years knowing that he wouldn't want her for what she really was a murdering, mud-blood hater. The woman doomed with the fate of finishing what Salazar Slytherin had started. She had only even taken up this god forsaken job just to get close to him and when she had heard him talk so fondly of muggleborns and muggles she knew he would never be able to love her if he knew the truth.
It had happened so many years ago, every single McGonagall- every one!- had been placed in Slytherin and Minerva had been expecting to be as well. Yet she wasn't she had been placed in Gryffindor, Slytherin's rival. She had written home telling her parents, she had expected grief to be called a disgrace. They hadn't. They had contacted her that night with Floo powder telling her how amazing and wonderful she was. She hadn't known why until she read the prophecy. She had tried for years to ignore it- after all she wasn't evil, she didn't want to kill people... but she never could stop the feelings of disgust that hit her when a mud-blood sat down next to her or said hello to her. She still couldn't. She had tried to blank it out by being nice to them; she picked on Hermione Granger trying to treat her like a mentor would. But the feelings of revolution that happened when she saw a muggleborn had never stopped.
And after all how could she be a mud-blood hater...she was in love with Albus Dumbledore, the man who was crazy about muggles! How could she be something so sinister when he was so good? She couldn't take it anymore- her destiny had been laid, she had wondered of the path and became lost years ago. But now the path was laid out before her again and this time she was going to walk it. All she needed was a plan, if all the muggleborn children were killed... that would mean less of them would grow into adults. If she could form an army... well, she knew most Slytherins would be up for it and those that weren't would die. She would then move onto the muggles... taking them out slowly, allowing most pure-bloods to live so she could see who her enemies were before killing them. And then she could start a new empire. One of only pure-bloods- any squibs who were born would be hunted down and executed. She would have a heir... loads of them, to take over her reign when she was dead and gone. She could get Voldemort's help. Of course she would be forced to kill him once she had stolen his army... after all he was a half-blood and she was unwilling to share her glory.
She smiled to herself; the Halloween feast would be a perfect time to start. Albus would pay for the pain he put her through; he wouldn't know what hit him... no-one would...