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.
I'm really sorry that it took me so long to update but I was in hospital for a short time and afterwards I felt nothing but horrible. I hope you can forgive me.
Amy: Toll, noch einer, der der deutschen Sprache mächtig ist. Du verzeihst, dass ich dir deshalb auch auf Deutsch antworte, ja? Wie gesagt, hatte ich eine OP (Weißheitszahn) und konnte deshalb kein Update reinsetzen. Jedenfalls danke für dein Review. (Die anderen für Kapitel 1 und 2 und so sind auch von dir? Freut mich, dass die Story dein Interesse geweckt hat)
DamesFan: Also schläfst du die nächsten Tage durch, ja? Gute Erholung wünsche ich dir. Danke, dass du trotz deiner Erschöpfung reviewed hast und ja, Richard ist einfach nur ein Mistkerl und deshalb freu ich mich schon noch etwas „Schönes" über ihn zu schreiben. Ich hoffe, ich höre bald wieder von dir.
Starlover88: Sorry for the cliff but it had to be. I hope you are not too angry. Nevertheless, thank you for your review.
Melissa: I don't know whether you can accept this theory as possible, but why not? Thank you for your review.
EM: Questions, questions, questions. I answer a few of them in this chapter but for others you have to read the following ones. Thank you for your questions – I mean for your review.
SherbetKitty: Only Minerva can tell which spell Richard used (why? – You will see), so you have to wait a bit for this answer. I hope you like it so far and continue reading, thank you for your review.
Emerald.blossoms: Ok, and here is the update. I hope you continue reading (and reviewing). Great, that you have reviewed.
Chapter 10 A Blur
It was a quiet whisper, nothing more and nothing less. All that was to be seen was a blur of white, white, white and white. Only from time to time there were other colours and when they came the whispers came with them. Over the time – were it seconds, hours, days? – they intesified, but still she could not grasp the meaning of all this.
Where was she? Where had she landed? The blur was a puzzle for Minerva, who didn't know what had happened. She knew she had run between the both oponents, and then? She couldn't remember, that she had left that place. Where was her father, and where Richard McGonagall? Had it come to a disaster?
Concentrating hard on one point Minerva tried to see something in the blur or hear something out of the whispers, but it was in vain. After several minutes she sank back in what seemed an increased sort of coloured fog. Where was she and why was she alone?
Albus sat in front of his desk, but only for a short time. He was used to jump to his feet, stride through his office and sit down again. It was all his fault. He had done so many mistakes in the past years of his life that he couldn't think of all of them. But now he had made definitely his biggest mistake and the result was, that he had lost his one and only daughter to a place he was not allowed to visit. The healers were not sure whether she would make it or not for she showed only small improvement if there was any at all.Surely she breathed again but all other seemed blown out because of the curses, that had hit her.
He had tried to visit her just this morning, he was allowed to watch her through a window. Her eyes had been open, but they were emty. There was nothing, which reminded of the green fire every time she laughed or she could play chess against someone. Albus had felt far far away from her and every time he stood behind this window he wished he could just sit next to her and tell her how important she was to him, how much he missed her already.
Now he looked out of his own window in Hogwarts and saw some of the students play Quidditch for it was a sunny although cold day. Albus sighed and looked at the watch. Half an hour left until dinner. After it he would make his way back to the hospital. This had become his daily routine. Surely it wasn't that easy when he had classes to teach but today was Saturday and no school. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and before Albus could turn around, Professor Crehl had entered the rooms. When he saw Albus, he sighed and let himself fall into the next chair.
"How is she? Not much better, I suppose?"
"No, but I will visit her after dinner."
"Again? I don't know whether this is necessary. I mean she is unlikely going to know that you have visited her."
"Maybe…."
"Albus, she doesn't feel anything and you are sure that she knows you are there? See the truth, Albus. She is lucky when she returns in the end of winter, you know that."
"Yes, but…"
"Anyway, what exactly hit her? What did you use that she is in that state?"
"I don't know. I only wanted to glue him to the wall for he was fast in what he did. I don't know what he used but I'm sure it was something Dark. Minerva must have seen that… I… I can't explain it otherwise."
"Where is Richard McGonagall now?"
"I don't know. I had enough to do with Minerva – she didn't even breathe after that – so I have no idea where he might have gone. Until now he could be everywhere."
"Yes, but I suppose he will not be very happy."
"What do you mean with that?"
"I have my sources, too, Albus. I, for example, know that Richard McGonagall has some problems with old friends of him. According to my sources he has some money problems and owes a lot of it to some people, who - let me explain - are not keen on waiting. If they don't get their money soon, there will be nobody who is able to give it to them anymore. You understand what I mean. Besides that, these people are not his biggest problem for he had a row with Duncan McDrake. You must be tired of life if you really dare to disagree with Duncan McDrake."
"Yes, I believe he will have a problem."
"Only a little one, a mortal one. I mean he is insane, isn't he? Surely, he must be insane. Duncan McDrake is nobody you can… but it is not my problem. If I'm not mistaken dinner started only one minute ago and I want to test the new soup. Albus? Are you coming?"
"Yes, yes, I'm here. And after dinner I can visit Minerva again." Albus answered although his thoughts were far away from matters like dinner and the new soup.
Barely an hour later Albus was standing in front of a tall witch with a strict expression. She had a spring-back file in one and a murky green-brown potion in her other hand. The medi-witch looked all but happy at the sight of Albus.
"You again. Haven't I told you, that nobody is allowed to visit the girl, have I? Even if you were the Minister for Magic I wouldn't allow. She needs to rest. Of course you can watch her through the window. I don't know how this is helpful, but of course you can" Then she turned round and stormed along the corridor until she turned around the next corner, mumbling something of a 'waste of time'. Albus sighed, it was always the same.
He stood in front of the window and looked fron distance at the only bed in the room with it's still very pale occupant. Albus was relieved for he had seen something, nobody else could see, he was sure. This morning and all the times before Minerva had looked troubled but now it seemed that she was peaceful asleep. Albus was wondering what she was dreaming about and hoped that her dream would go on until she woke up. Maybe she dreamed of Qidditch, or of chess, or her friends or Transfiguration or some invented adventures or maybe – but only maybe – he was objekt of her dream.
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