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.
Harrypotterisawful: Why, when you detest all what has to do with the story around Harry Potter, do you read these fanfictions? And why, when you read them although your opinion is "J.K. Rowling's characters are poorly developed, the plots are full of annoying angst, the villains are cliché, and the writing style is childish.", do you think such a comment would be any helpful? I, like you can see, write fanfictions with some of the characters and I do it, because I like them. Surely there are books, which are better than the Harry Potter series, I don't deny that. But everybody is allowed to have his own opinion and so you can do and think what you want but please don't write such things in reviews, wich are meant to help the author to improve his own story.
DamesFan: Gerade weil Minerva noch nicht wieder ganz fit ist, muss man sich Sorgen machen, zumal man nicht vergessen darf, dass es immer noch Winter ist und demzufolge ziemlich kalt. Aber da ist schließlich immer noch Professor Crehl mit seinen Leuten, die nun auch nach ihr suchen. Danke, dass du dich wieder gemeldet hast, bis zum nächsten Mal.
Skichik: Well, „hart" is something like the German word for „hard". Seems as if I have switched something, sorry. Thank you for your hint and for your review.
Midnight.dreamz: My problem is only that there are more mistakes than now, if I don't let it beta read. Because my beta and I are both German, there are always mistakes in it. But nevertheless, thank you for your review.
SherbetKitty: You want to know a lot of things, don't you think so? Albus will be released when they have the real murderer. Who the real murderer is, is not that important but the one who gave the order and I believe you know for sure who that is, right? Minerva is wandering around everywhere to reach her aim, with her strenght not really recovered, yet, a bit of a problem. Thank you for your questions… I mean your review.
A MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL OF YOU
Chapter 15 Hunting
It was cold, definitely cold. The wind was cold, the air, the snow – to make it short – all. Minerva had known that, when she had started her way back to Hogwarts, back to her home. She had waited for hours that her uncle wasn't looking and when the chance had come she had grabbed it with both hands. She wanted to go home, her real home.
Now the station lay five miles behind her, not visible anymore. In fact, you couldn't see anything at all, because it was late and dark. The night had come far too soon. But Minerva made her way nevertheless through the snow, through the icy wind, determined not to surrender. Somewhere there must be a house, another station, where she could stand at a warm fire, if only for five minutes.
Some may say, why didn't she use her wand? She is a witch. But that was Minerva's other problem – her wand. She had it in her cloak but she didn't use it. Why? Her uncle had spoken a few spells before they had started their journey to prevent that she ran away. He didn't know that he plastered with those spells a firm idea in Minerva's head. She did run away and he could have done nothing, if he had seen her. She wanted to show him, to show everybody that she was able to go her own ways, with her magic or without it. It only was a long way.
"I have my people everywhere to look for her, but it is nearly impossible. She could be everywhere, she could be in this castle at the moment without us knowing. It is impossible to find her."
"But we must. She is Albus' daughter and he was always a good friend and adviser to me. I can't let his daughter die somewhere… in the middle of nothingness. I owe him to much and besides that all she was my student and I'm resposible for her."
"First you bring those men from the ministry into this school and then you are talking of owing Albus something? I don't believe that this matter is yours. So go back to your own work and let me alone to do mine."
"But Nostradamus, I only wanted to help… I didn't know what had happened. They told me Albus was a murderer. What should I have done?"
"Telling them, that it's impossible, that Albus isn't a murderer. But you was not brave enough to do so. Does your friendship with Albus mean so little to you? All what counts are your own things and your own life not the that from others. How dare you to even come down here and talk in that way about Albus and Minerva? " He only shook his head and took some letters he had received a few minutes ago from his desk. He payed no attention to the speechless headmaster, who slowly left the room in a quiet, guilty way. The letters were far more important.
There was a house. She could see it. That dark something had to be a house. Maybe she could warm herself up in it. Surely there lived people who would help her.
Minerva was cold. It was the deepest of night and around her there was nothing more than darkness and darkness. She could barely see her feet but nevertheless she went on, she had to. Minerva was tired. Her feet had become heavier over the time and it seemed as if the ground would reach for her, trying to pull her down in its own world. It was hard to set one foot in front of the next and to go on and on and on. For hours she was going and stumbling and for hours she had met no one. Was this part of the country realy deserted? The house that stood now in front of her looked so welcome, although there was no light, and it was her last hope. She knew she couldn't go on like that. She was cold, tired and her feet and her legs and her whole body ached.
Finally she reached the door and knocked a few times. But while she waited for a response her legs gave way and she sank to the ground, no strenght was left in her. After a few icy minutes she knocked again, but still there was no reaction. Little did she know that nobody had lived in that house for years.The owner had died many years ago. Minerva closed her eyes, too tired to stay awake. Oh, how she longed for a warm embrace.
It was in that moment when another figure made its way through the harsh and icy wind towards the house. The man dressed in only black knew that nobody lifed there but he hoped to find one special girl near it. He hadn't understood all what an old friend of him, Nostradamus Crehl, had told him but he knew that he was looking for the daughter of another man, who had escaped someone. He was ordered to bring her to Professor Crehl, untouched. It seemed important enough to him to pay good money for the girl and the man, that now went through the snow, wanted it very desperately.
He had asked in nearly every village if they had seen the girl and had showed a picture but all people had only shook their heads, nobody had seen her. So he assumed that she had taken a way around the villages, why was beyond his understanding. Why would somebody go the hard way instead of the easy one, espeacially at this weather. One or two times he had seen another man asking for a girl but it didn't come to his mind that this noble looking man might ask for the same young woman.
When the man, by all others called Avey, reached the house, all seemed left and broken and untouched. He was sure no one had been near it for one year or even several years at least. He wanted to turn around and go on when he saw a footprint in some of the mud. He held his wand at it and was sure that was a fresh one and, compared with his feet, a little one. Where was the girl? Had she managed to go into the house? Had she gone on because her tries were all in vain? Why didn't he find her when he first went around the house?
Avey turned back to the house and went around it again. Only when he reached the dark old front door he saw a little figure lying on the ground. He hurried to her but Minerva was too fast asleep to hear him and to wake up. The man kneeled beside Minerva and turned her around. Comparing her face with the picture he had, a smile made its way into his face. That was the girl. He had found her and would get the money, that was promised. But why didn't she show any reaction? He shrugged. It was not his problem, he hadn't touched her. He took Minerva in his arms and apparated back to Hogsmead, he needed that money very desperately.