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 big thank-you goes to my beta Artemis Sprape)
Amy: Thank you for your review. I hope my story is different in a positive way. Can I read your thoughts about this chapter soon?
Arashisama: I don't know whether anything is realistic, but of course we are not JKR. I have nothing to say against the pairing and I have written some, too. Momentarily I have a story in my head with the pairing TRMM but I don't know when I will start writing it. Thank you for your thoughts.
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DamesFan: Ich weiß, was du mit "Schule kann echt Hölle sein" meinst. Es geht mir auch nicht besser. Ich weiß nicht, ob man dieses Kapitel als „fröhlich" bezeichnen kann, weil bald noch ein kleiner Schock für Albus hinzukommt, aber ich gebe mir Mühe es nicht ganz so dunkel wirken zu lassen. Bis bald.
Chapter 11
Albus looked for the last time in his mirror before he intended to go down for breakfast. Breakfast. He only made his way down because he had nothing other to do. He wasn't hungry today and in the last days he wasn't, either. Surely he had eaten something but it tasted as if he would chew on air. Even his beloved candies lay forgotten in the corner of his desk. He saw the dark circles under his eyes while looking at his reflection, which weren't there a few days ago. Surely since the incident with Minerva he hadn't slept very well, in fact he barely had slept at all. If Albus had been a witch, he would have used some make-up or things like that, but he was a wizard and he would never use such things.
It was the moment when Albus reached his door, his fingers only inches from the doorknob, when a loud knock came to his ears. Who would want to speak with him at that time? While he was standing beside his door and thought about who this person could be, he or she knocked again, louder and harder this time. This shook Albus out of his reverie and startled he opened the door.
"Good morning, Albus. Have you read the Prophet?" Hastily Professor Crehl rushed past Albus and put the paper on the desk. Obviously he had eaten breakfast yet for his mouth was covered with rests of his milk he used to drink every morning. "This article… never awaited it so soon… not this way, anyway… of course I thought…"
"Nostradamus, what are you talking about?" Albus didn't know to what his friend and colleage was referring to and he felt too tired to work it out on his own.
"You haven't read the paper, have you?" He looked at him as if Albus was a student, who had forgotten his homework. But before the other could say anything he turned around to the desk onces more.
"No, I hadn't the pleasure yet. Something interesting, something special?" Albus asked and his voice was evident that he didn't mean the words. Never had he read anything really interesting or special in the Daily Prophet.
"Richard McGonagall, Albus, Richard McGonagall", mumbled the other.
"What's with him?" Albus asked agravated. Every time someone mentioned this man – even his name or something, that had to do with him - he became angry.
"He's dead."
"Pardon?" Whatever Albus had expected, it was something other.
"Yes Albus, he's dead. Now tell what you had to do with it."
"Pardon?"
She had never had a headache as worse as this one, she was sure. You could think - that means if you were able to think because of the headache - that someone wanted to split your skull. She looked around. White walls, a white ceiling, white curtains in front of what had to be windows. Had she ever visited a place like this one? She was sure that she never had seen this room before.
Slowly Minerva turned her head when a tall woman dressed in white opened a white door. Her first thought was, that the first thing she would do when she could reach her wand was to bring colour in this room, maybe a bit green and red flowers would look nice.
The woman didn't look at Minerva and went to a big cupboard in the far corner. Nearly half an hour she was looking for potions and bandages. Finally Minerva's headache increased more and more that she cleared her throat loudly. Obviously she had startled the other woman for all the things she had had in her hands crashed to the floor. Really pale in her face she turned around slowly.
"Oh, my…" She began while holding her hands up. "You… you are awake." She studdered.
"Yes, I…" Minerva started quietly for she hadn't the strenght to speak louder.
"That's fantastic! But we didn't expect… we didn't dare to hope…unbelievable."
"What is unbelievable? Can you tell where we are and what happened? Can you tell me what happened with my fath…"
"St. Mungo's, my girl. You were hit by two curses at least. It's a wonder that you… are you in pain?" The medi-witch asked when Minerva was suddenly hit by a new wave of her headache.
"Headache.", she mumbled and before she could say anything else, the woman was beside her and gave her a light red potion.
"Drink that. I will see if I can't catch the healer:" With these words and something, which sounded like 'wonder, unbelievable' she left the room. Minerva drank what the woman had given her. It tasted horrible but she decided that her headache was even worse, so with one big gulp the red potion had vanished and Minerva put the empty bottle back on the little table beside her bed. Instantly she felt her whole body relaxing and soon she felt in a light slumber.
It seemed only a few minutes later that Minerva was woken by some voices. A woman spoke fast something she couldn't undertsand and a man was answering whatever the woman had said. Somehow she seemed to know this voice. Slowly she opened her eyes. First it all was a blur – a white blur - but then all became clear and she saw the medi-witch, who had given her the potion against her headache, and beside her stood non other than Duncan McDrake.
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