A/N: This has a lot of…err…gruesome things in it. Minerva gets hurt, like a lot. Due to many people requesting I cut out the language, I have. Plus it also obviously ships Minerva/Tom. I forgot to post this before but all the characters belong to J.K Rowling, I'm just having loads of fun making up really random relationships that will never happen and I greatly thank her for that. I hope you enjoy this new installment and once more, comments and critiques are greatly appreciated and enjoyed. Thank you! . Roses
Chapter Two
Death devours all lovely things;
Lesbia with her sparrow
Shares the darkness,—presently
Every bed is narrow.
Unremembered as old rain
Dries the sheer libation,
And the little petulant hand
Is an annotation.
After all, my erstwhile dear,
My no longer cherished,
Need we say it was not love,
Now that love is perished?
"Passer Mortuus Est" Edna St. Vincent Millay
Minerva's eyes fluttered open softly for a second before she gasped heavily for air. Then it all came back to her. She moaned softly and tried to move her neck once more to no avail. Her chest seemed to hurt more then anything and gulping slightly she looked down her nose and managed to lift her head up about an inch off the floor. Tears burned painfully at the corner of her eyes as she looked down. Her shirt was torn open revealing her bra and purple and blue splotches all over her pale skin. In one area a giant blue spot had a giant black spot in the middle with flecks of red leading to a deep puncture wound. She took a raspy breath and the hole sputtered blood softly and hissed. The pain hit her and her head hit the ground as she clenched her teeth, trying to gain some control over her wound pain.
"Yes Minerva. Bella did quite a number there on you. Seems she punctured your lung. I wouldn't breath to deeply if I were you."
Minervas lips quivered and she bit it letting out a slow breath.
"Why Tom? I still don't understand why."
He laughed at her and crouched down hanging over her, his slits glaring into her soul.
"Why? Honestly Minerva. You are the key to everything. I don't know why I didn't see it sooner…"
"So then you know…"
She sighed softly and heard a soft hissing noise somewhere around her navel. She bit her tongue from crying out in agony.
"I know only a bit. You know everything however Minerva. You always knew everything accept for one thing...."
He knelt closer to her and hissed into her ear,
"I always knew how you felt for Snape even if you didn't want to admit it. I always knew."
Minerva gasped at this and clenched her eyes closed in pain from the chest wound. Suddenly she remembered the item Severus had given her before she left. Her eyes widened when she realized it was no longer hanging in the pocket over her chest.
"Ah…so you realize you're missing something. Very good Minerva…"
He held a glass vial over her head so that she could see.
"I presume this is from dear Snape? You know, I see him frequently still. He always was and still is an excellent potion maker. It'd be a shame if this were to…fall out of my hand."
He stood and aimed his wand at Minerva's legs.
"Mobilus Extremtius Damagus. Just having fun Minerva…"
Her legs stretched then pulled up to her shoulders cracking loudly. She screamed. Tears bit at her eyes and she let them fall freely as she gasped for air, blood from her chest sputtering everywhere. Tom laughed uncorking the vial. Minerva's eyes widened in horror.
"No…no..."
She tried to shake her head in vain due to the fact her neck being so badly damaged.
"Goodbye Severus and all hope."
Tom looked down to her and let the vial slip from his fingers. Minerva screamed as the vial hit the ground softly and the liquid spewed all over, soaking into the wood quickly. This was it. There was no hope left now for Minerva. She clenched her teeth and looked up at the ceiling, realizing her legs were still bent awkwardly upwards, it wasn't like it mattered. She couldn't feel them anymore anyways.
God help me.
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