Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter would I really be writing fanfiction?
Authors Note: This is my second fanfiction ever! Wish me luck, I hope it doesn't suck!
Chapter one: What will I do?
McGonagall's POV
Tears poured silently down the deputy headmistresses cheeks as she thought quietly to herself.
He's gone.
I can't believe it.
First Sirius, now him.
The most powerful wizard ever, gone forever.
Dumbledore.
And killed by Snape, too. I can hardly believe it. I always trusted him. Dumbledore, you fool. Why did you let him stay on? All those years! I believed you, I trusted you. You let your killer stay in this school!
You must have known, you had to have known.
No offense to
your memory, but you are rather naïve at times. But I didn't
think that much so.
How did you not see through him?
No, there isn't any way you would do something that…Silly. No way. Impossible. You were the most brilliant wizard ever. Even V-v-Voldemort knew so. Oh how silly, I am even stuttering at his name in my thoughts.
You always told me not to fear the name. I promise I'll speak it, or at least try to.
Ok?
She felt a large lump in her throat as she thought about him. He was her best friend. She smiled sadly at the thought of his twinkling eyes. She almost laughed at the memory of him offering her a lemon drop when they dropped off Harry at the Dursley's. what were those things anyway? She looked in his giant desk, and found a small bag. She had never had one before. These aren't half bad she thought as she sucked on one. It saddened her to realize that this wasn't his desk or his lemon drops. As Deputy Headmistress, for the time being they were hers.
She lost all composure; any dignity she had been trying to save was gone. She ripped at her hair (which was down, surprisingly. She had undone it after leaving the hospital wing after hearing the news of Dumbeldore's death) and screamed softly between sobs "noooo….all gone….why…."
Dumbledore, I have to run this school without you now. I don't know how. I might have to close it. I know you'd hate that. But our returning student list is rather small.
How do I run a school without you?
What will I do?
Authors note: I was trying to capture the full anger and misery I think McGonagall must be feeling, and I hope I succeeded. I request that you review this but obviously I cannot force you…so pretty please?