His Daughter

Author: Leta McGotor

Disclaimer: I own nothing but some characters like Nostradamus Crehl and the McDrake family including Richard McGonagall. The other belongs to JKR.

A/N: I was overwhelmed by the amount of the reviews. I never expected that so many would read this story.

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Chapter 5 ...The Truth

„But Minerva", Albus stuttered. He had to do something, he knew that. His only problem was, that he didn't knew, what he should do. His mind was emty. "Minerva, please."

"I won't kill you, don't panick", she snapped at him the first tear following a second one. She was more and more shaking now. "But him and he didn't deserve something better. He can be happy that it will be fast." She said with so much hate in her voice, that every word, she said, was like a hard lash.

"Minerva,… please,… whatever you do,… calm down, think. Nobody deserves…"

"Oh yes, he does. He has killed my mother and made my life to a hell on earth! He deserves it!"

"Your mother… murdered? Who? Minerva, please…"

"Who? Who! The man, who called me his daughter, when other people were around and his slave when we were alone! It is his fault that mum has died! He forced her to habe children! He knew she wouldn't survive it, he knew it! He deserves nothing better! I hate him!", she screamed and more and more tears poured down her face, the book had slipped from her hand and landed on the floor.

"Minerva, he isn't worth it… please. Don't do it, don't… please…" Albus didn't know what to say and in his ears all what came from his mouth sounded rather silly than convincing.

"It is worth! He killed my mother, he knew it the whole time! He knew that I was not… not his! He said it every day, every morning, every evening, the whole time! He said I'm unworthy for life! He said my mother was a… a…whore and nothing better! I hate him!" The pain in her voice when she said, what he had told her was not to be ignored. She let sink her wand and wiped furiously her tears away. She didn't want to cry but the tears fell freely now.

"You don't need to go back, Minerva. I don't let it happen, that he will harm you."

"You can do nothing, nothing. I will kill him! He din't even allowed me to cry! I wasn't allowed to do anything without his orders and mum could do nothing to help me! She was too weak, but he forced her. He knew that she suffered but it didn't matter to him! He has no heart! I looked for help! Since I am able to think I have been looking for help, but nothing, nothing! Mum's brother only taught me reading and writing because it would be a disgrace, when a member of the McDrake's couldn't spell her own name! But he did nothing to help his own sister!" Albus listened. Every word she said, cried, screamed cut deeper and deeper in his heart. He had hoped that Victoria would be happy but now he had to see how wrong he was.

Minerva said nothing for a long time. She had gone to the window and looked out of it, the sight of the grounds seeming to calm her down. Albus remained silent as well. He felt that she needed this silence and besides that, he didn't know what he should say. If he should open his mouth, he knew, he would curse the man into the next century, he was sure, he would do that. But it wouldn't help Minerva, his daughter. Then after what seemed half an eternity Minerva faced him again. Rivers of tears were to be seen on her light pink cheeks and she looked so helpless that it broke the rest of Albus' heart and the first part all over again.

"Mum told me of you." Her voice was still shaking but not with rage anymore but with the pain she felt deep inside of her. "She always loved it to tell how she had loved you, how deep her love was to you. She told me of her hopes and her fears and that she felt always comfortable and safe in your arms. She dreamed about you. She described you to me very often and I always loved it to listen. Her dreams were my hopes, my comfort, my strenght." Minerva's voice became quieter with every word and then she turned around and stared out of the window again. Without turning to him again she continued.

"When I met you I often thought I should tell you. But my courage left me and so I never said a word. But I wanted to get to know you. I wrote letters to mum and told her about you. She was so happy to read them until… until he found out about the letters and burned them all. Mum never really recovered from that, the letters were her only hope. … Nobody can stop me from killing him, he deserves nothing better." She said with a quiet voice. Her whole body was still shaking out of the remaining of her rage and out of the sadness she felt deep inside her heart.

"Minerva, your mother wouldn't want it, that you throw your life away. So, please… he isn't worth it,"

"I know but… I can't go to him this Christmas and do nothing. I have planned it all along. There is no way back. Last year, when I did my O.W.L.'s I was often in the library and I asked whether I could stay longer if I would help there. Every evening I stayed and helped to tidy up until the librarian gave me the key for the library. This year I said I would help although there were no O.W.L.'s this year for me and with the key I was able to creep into the library at night without somebody noticing. I learned how to use one of theUnforgivable Curses." She told him still looking out of the window at the darkness. Nobody was outside anymore. They all had gone into the Great Hall for dinner and afterwards to their dormitories.

"Why do you think I wanted to become an animagus? I had three reasons. First: I'm intersted in the whole topic. You know that. I always dreamed of becoming an animagus since my first class, when I read for the first time about them. Second: It is very useful to kill him. In my catform it is easier to creep into his private rooms, I'm not allowed to enter. What a luck, that I have mamaged the transfiguration in the end of last year. Then I can curse him and he won't even notice that I was it and how I have done it. Third and… and most important… I had you near me…"

She answered her own question while she was shaked by several sobs. She was crying badly now. All her strenght seemed to be gone and it was hard for her to stand upright but then she couldn't stand it any longer. Her knees were weak and she sank to the ground.

"Minerva, it is allright, cry. You have all right to do it." Albus spoke to her. He couldn't move an inch and noted that her magic was really good. She would kill him, when she got the possebility for that, Albus knew that and that he had to prevent her from throwing her life away. After several minutes of silence, only disturbed by her sobs, she moved her wand and his ropes vanished and released him from his imprisionment. Minerva pulled herself to her feet and sat on the windowsill looking out at the darkness outside, looking at the moon and at the stars. She felt the tears in her eyes again and she couldn't stop them, didn't want to stop them. Minerva felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up into the blue eyes of Professor Dumbledore, no, of her father.

"Do you hate me?", she asked and Albus heard the fear in her voice. Meant he really so much to her although he never cared about her in the away a real father does?

"No", he said and pulled her into his arms, his hand stroking over her back, comforting her while Minerva cried into his shoulder. So he held her for a few hours until she fell asleep in his arms. They hadn't spoken a word to another but Albus was sure that Minerva needed someone, who would embrace her, who would give her love and then he noted that he needed this all as well.

Carefully he picked her up and carried her sleeping figure into his bedroom and layed her down onto his bed. He pulled the blankets around Minerva and stood up. He watched his daughter for quite a while until he bent down, kissed her on the forehead and left the room.