Title: Family Album: A Dangerous Attraction
Author: Dallas
Disclaimer: None of the characters in Harry Potter belong to me. Which kind of sucks, but I'm dealing with it.
Rating: Possibly M.
Pairing: Working towards McGonagall/Dumbledore.
Summary: 1941 – A seventeen year old Minerva McGonagall is involved in an almost fatal accident that will leave her scarred for life. But from the ashes rises a Phoenix, a new beginning for a usually closed off young woman.
A/N: My assumption is that Madam Hooch and Madam Pomfrey both have husbands, seeing as 'Madam' is the equivalent to 'Mrs'. In which case for the purposes of this fic where they are seventeen years old and not married (God I hope they aren't) they are now Rolanda Swift and Poppy Kepler respectively.
"Ready to go?" Rolanda asked as she loosened her gloves a little. In truth she was just trying to look good in front of Elias Hooch, hence she had re-adjusted everything from her gloves to a splinter of wood protruding from her bat. She glanced at her friend. "You alright Min?"
"I have a bad feeling about this Ro." Minerva said quietly.
"It's just Slytherin." Rolanda shrugged and frowned a little, it was very unlike Minerva McGonagall to be scared of anything.
"No." Minerva quickly responded. "It's something else."
"I thought you weren't into Divination." Rolanda raised an eyebrow. She specifically recalled the phrase 'useless mumbo gumbo' being used to describe their first lesson.
"I'm not, I just… let's pass it off as my feline senses." Minerva whispered, not wanting everyone to know she was an Animagus until she was fully registered.
"No time to yap girls!" William Potter, Gryffindor Quidditch Captain appeared, towering over them. His brown eyes seemed to take in every inch of Minerva as she quickly finished tying her boot laces. Lingering a little too long on the leg she had lifted up onto the bench.
"Let's go Rolanda." Minerva muttered, noticing William's interest in her leg. She strapped on her gloves and stood to her full height, just two inches taller than William. "No time to yap." She repeated in a mocking tone, brushing past William and consequently missing Rolanda stick her tongue out at him.
"Grow up Rolanda." He sneered, his ego severely damaged by Minerva's attitude.
"No thanks, I have better things to do." Rolanda smiled sweetly. "Like kicking Slytherin's ass!" Brushing her short black hair out of her eyes, Rolanda followed after Minerva before William could say anything else. She was secretly pleased with herself that she was once again one up on William Potter. Although it was unlike Rolanda to hold a grudge, when it came to the title of Captain of the Quidditch team she had held on for the past two years. Nothing would change her mind, particularly with William's attitude towards Minerva.
A cheer rose from the crowd as Gryffindor scored another goal. The Slytherins booed and hissed their response, unhappy with their current losing streak. As Minerva gave Rolanda a high five her attention was caught by the continually frustrating commentary coming booming around the stands.
"Yet another fascinating score by the devilishly hot Minerva McGonagall…" The rest of the commentary was drowned out as Minerva's eye caught a bludger head straight for her.
"Min!" Out of nowhere, Rolanda was beside her and the bludger was being sent towards a Slytherin player. "Where's your head?"
"Thinking of horrible jinxes to put on Felix Jordan." Minerva scowled. If it wasn't bad enough he was in her year and house, he also had to do the commentary. He always seemed to over-step the line and none of the Professors bothered to stop him. Well, that was to say none but Professor Dumbledore.
"It seems that leggy witch may just win this for the team." Minerva dodged another bludger and flew off after the Quaffle. "Aren't you just in awe of her goddess like beauty? Let's hear a cheer if you love Minerva!"
"Jerk!" Minerva muttered under her breath, although pleasantly surprised at the number of boys that cheered throughout the crowd.
"Ro watch out!" Arabella Figg yelled as she swiftly dodged a bludger and noticed it heading straight for her friend.
"Woah!" Rolanda saw the bludger and eagerly raised her bat. "No you don't." She muttered, and at that moment she saw him. He who was on the Quidditch team, he who seemed to share her love for the dangerous sport… Elias Hooch zoomed past after the Snitch. Still staring in the direction of the fascinating boy, Rolanda wildly hit the bludger in any direction it happened to go.
"Swift, what are you doing!" William yelled, fear in his eyes. Turning swiftly, Rolanda was just in time to see the bludger she hit plough into Minerva's stomach.
"Minerva!" Rolanda screamed as the witch was flung off her broom. She flattened herself to her broom and dived towards her friend. "What have I done?" She whispered to herself as she picked up speed. The ground just seemed to get closer and closer, while Minerva seemed to fall further away.
"I've got her, don't worry." The soft Irish voice of Malachi Sinistra came up behind Rolanda, and in an instant all she saw was his Slytherin robes billowing behind him as he swooped beneath Minerva just before she hit the ground. Gently he lowed the unconcious Gryffindor Chaser to the ground. For the first time the Quidditch Pitch was enveloped in silence. Professor Eden Renshaw, the schools Flying Professor and Quidditch referee, ran towards the two students.
"Miss McGonagall?" He shook her shoulder lightly but received no response. "We need to get her to Madam Kepler."
"I'll take her Eden." Came the soft voice of Albus Dumbledore.
"No need, we could just levitate her Albus…"
"Nonsense, its such an uncaring act. We shall not treat our students as objects." Bending down, Albus carefully lifted Minerva into his arms. "Accio broom." As he walked towards the entrance to the Pitch, Albus called for his own broom and mere seconds later it was at his side. Holding tight to the young witch in his arms, Albus kicked off the ground and flew towards the infirmary.
A/N: So what do we all think so far? There will be ADMM later on.