Chapter 15
Minerva McGonagall was helpless she watched as the ex Minister of Magic fell to the ground his head banging against the wall his body twitching even though his brain was dead. She couldn't help him, he was gone and she had done nothing to stop it. He didn't scream Minerva had always called him spineless wimp. Yet now as she looked at the remains of a man once well respected she saw he wasn't. She knew the pain must have been intense yet he didn't scream he bit his lip and put up with the pain. He was a brave soul indeed. She watched as Albus placed Fudge's wand on the floor next to him. He turned to look at her she was crying again.
"What?" He barked he was in a foul mood. She didn't answer him she just shook her head.
"They'll say its suicide. A letter will be sent to me tomorrow morning I will of course accept. You will take my place at Hogwarts. You'll get a visit from me at the start of term feast. The future of the mud bloods will be history and any one who doesn't join me will join them." He smiled wickedly his white teeth clashing terribly with his red lips.
"Come my love," He snarled picking up his consort's hand and holding her close to him. "We need to go now, that Weasley boy will be here soon and if he finds us here… well I don't think Molly would be to happy would she?"
The rest of the day passed rapidly, Minerva soon found herself in her companions bedroom undoing the buttons on her dress as he watched her with lust filled eyes. She looked around desperately she had to get out of this after last night there was no-way she could let him touch her again.
"Albus I'm… still a bit sore from last night and I feel very tired. I fear I may not be able to… live up to your standards." He just smiled at her and held out his hands she took them gradually.
"My love you could never fail to meet my standards but if you still feel sore and tired I will let you sleep I wish to cause you no more pain." He beamed up at her… had he just said that. Thoughts of the Albus she had once knew flooded back to her but this time she was able to repel them easily. She changed to her nightwear and slid under the covers he gripped her waist instantly and pulled her closer to his warm body. His lips found hers only softly before he lent down and rested his head against her humble breast seeking a comfort only she could give him.
"I never want to hurt you again my love, please don't make me. I know this is hard for you we're making history we're changing the world. I love you. I don't care about anything else… if we fail at least I will still have you by my side. At least I will still be able to feel your love." He whispered before curling up to her and falling asleep. 'Maybe he's right,' Minerva thought to herself. 'His vision was so real maybe it's true.' She scolded herself for thinking such things. She looked down at the man who had been called Albus. What he was called now she didn't know. He was getting to her she could tell she glanced around the room what she was looking for she didn't know. His wand maybe… no she knew he kept his wand in the locked draw she wouldn't be able to get it. Her gaze fell on the small knife he had used on her a few days ago. She could… just lean over and take it. He wouldn't even have to know it was her. She looked down at him he looked so innocent. His hands stroked her back leisurely, hands that just hours before had killed an innocent person. The knife looked extremely tempting now… maybe she could just. She scolded herself again he was more powerful then she could ever hope to be. Yet he was asleep.