Not again!
Summary: Minerva's mum try's to set her up again, in the hope of finding her a husband. Question is who's the hubby-to-be?
Disclaimer: if only, if only, if only………
Chapter dedicated to a great friend Sana…. the person who read this story second after my cat Bella, where would we be without fantastic friends and pets?
Chapter Five: Death's trip (Sana wanted to name it)
It was quite a reasonable time that Minerva arrived back at Hogwarts. She had kind of been dreading coming back tonight. Albus Dumbledore still needed to be faced; yet what she was going to do about it she didn't know. She understood he didn't feel the same way, but how would this affect their friendship. She could live with out his love, but not with out his friendship. That was of cause something they would have to discuss. Albus, she knew, would want to talk this through, regardless of what she said otherwise. It was futile to go against Albus if he wanted something.
Muttering her password, the portrait swung open, going inside she decided that this would be best dealt with in the morning when she would have had time to think things through, and be better in control of her emotions.
She had every intention of going to bed, until she saw it.
The single blood red rose, perfect in every way, placed upon her white cotton sheets.
Walking over to her pillow, she marveled at how beautiful the rose was contrasting against the white.
There was a note she realised.
"Who… ?" she questioned out loud, yet she already knew within her heart. It could only be from one person, Albus. Moments later this was a proven fact as she broke the seal and read.
My dearest Minerva
Please forgive an old man for his blunder. I had received a large shock at having my own fantasies come true. Please come and join me in my rooms, regardless of what time it is when you get back.
Albus
Fantasies? About her? Kissing Him? Hope flared inside of her that he, Albus, might return her feelings after all.
Yet he didn't say anything about loving her she thought being analytical again.
But then again he never said that he didn't either she reminded herself.
Was it enough though? Should she go to his rooms? What if it was his way of saying that he just wanted a little dalliance with her? Could she live with that if it was?
"NO!" she muttered forcefully, she would live with his friendship, if not love, but a meaningless relationship of that sort would kill her. (She didn't realise, as she would have in her normal state of mind, that Albus would never suggest such a thing)
Well she thought, as she gathered all her Griffindor courage, there is only one-way to find out. That was to go to Albus' room and see what he had to say. Maybe…
Shaking her head she marched out the portrait, who was sick of being disturbed so much in one day, and down the corridor to Albus' rooms.
Albus had been sitting in his front room rehearsing what he was going to say to Minerva. He had seen her arrive at the gates, and enter in to the grounds. Hopefully if all went well she would be coming to his rooms very soon.
After Half an hour though he had started to worry, what if she wasn't coming? What if it really had been a mistake, perhaps he had read too much into her actions.
Another hour passed…..
He was startled out of his thoughts with an almost frantic knock on his door, smiling he went to the door to open it, thinking that perhaps he had unsettled her a little to much.
But it wasn't Minerva at his door ….
It was a panic stricken Poppy. She was muttering under her breath, disjointed and half formed words were all that penetrated Albus' stupor when he heard the first word, Minerva…..
After a few moments where they both stood there wide eyed, and in Poppy's case muttering, Albus drew himself together. If Minerva was in trouble he would have to be there. Noticing Poppy once more Albus decided that she had to be in the infirmary. He was about to begin running down the halls, when Poppy commanded him to stop.
"Albus, Stop. She is not in the infirmary I couldn't move her…. She is… She is at the bottom of the steps which lead from her rooms to up here."
Albus' had barely stopped before racing off again to help Minerva. He didn't even freeze when he saw her as a crumpled lump at the bottom of the staircase, blood bleeding profoundly from a cut on her head. Once he had raced down the stairs very nearly falling himself in his haste he didn't know what to do. Should he move her if her neck was broken?
Poppy had just arrived at the top of the stairs when Albus called to her, "Poppy do you know if her neck is broken?"
Poppy who had started to hyperventilate at the sight of Minerva again, rushed down the stairs to join Albus next to Minerva.
"No, I don't, I saw her and panicked… I didn't think what so ever" she replied whilst completing a few diagnostic spells.
As the tip of her wand flared yellow, she had started to mutter "Mobilicorpus" but Albus had already picked Minerva up when he had heard Poppy's sigh of relief.
"She is less likely to be hurt further by hitting any walls or having her neck unsupported", Albus justified and began to follow Poppy as she made her way to the Infirmary.
Minerva's gash was bleeding all over Albus' shoulder as he carried her quickly through Hogwarts, he didn't notice though. What he did notice was how right it felt to hold her, granted he wished that it was under different circumstances, but now that they had discovered that Minerva was not as injured as she had first looked it was okay to dream a little he told himself.
Before he could drift into his dreams too much he reminded himself that Minerva in all likeliness would have concussion, and with that meant the possibility of her falling into a coma. Tightening his grip on her ever so slightly, Albus quickened his pace, and with in bare moments later he was placing her gently on a bed.
Poppy had by now, thankfully, gotten her panic and worry over her Best friend under control. Due to this her hands now only had a slight tremor in them as she started to heal to large cut on the forehead first. Once she had finished with that one she started to tend to the more superficial cuts on Minerva's legs and arms.
Albus however just sat by and watched the medi-witch do what she knew best how to do. He had conjured a chair soon after placing Minerva on the bed, and knowing that he wouldn't be much help to Poppy he moved out of her way by sitting down.
After giving Minerva a Blood replenishing potion, that would thicken her blood which would have thinned out to compete with the loss of blood from earlier, she told Albus all the could do was wait for her to wake. She could induce her to wake, but it could cause more damage than had already occurred, and heighten the possibility of coma after she had gone back to sleep.
A/N Rite well I didn't actually plan on posting this today, it was only becoz I gave blood two days ago that I had a large amount of time on my hands, due to the fact I don't bleed fast and stopped bleeding 4 times, to think about this chapie. I had originally planed to finish this by my birthday, today, but schoolwork dictated other ideas. So it may be another week before this is finished or more, not much longer tho.
Please R R! if you think its crap tell me please
Lou. McGonagall: I agree he shouldn't stand there, but when I asked my cat, the evil thing she is, she thought it was best if Albus stood there. So I had to comply with her wishes or she'll make my life hell. Thanks so much for your continued support, its what makes me keep updating!
TartanLioness: I love people finding out by accident that feelings aren't one sided, and I love to awkward moments afterwards, but for some reason my subconscious had other ideas over the whole awkward moments, maybe one later… hmm…
Bogus7: I know what you mean. I didn't even think of doing Mad Eye tho. Still I'm glad that you think the story's different without it, and that your still wanting more lol… keep reading and please review.
