A/N-Okay, this is a SUPER long chapter. Unlucky number thirteen. And yes, many unlucky things happen to our happy go lucky couple. The beginning might be a little confusing...But the ending is surprising.
"Get your grubby hands off of him Flitwick!" she screamed, and ran towards them. But Professor Flitwick kissed him again, and then spat on Minerva's feet.
"Hurts doesn't it 'hun? Give me a kiss on the cheek, now!" he yelled. "This is against everything I stand for! Flitwick and me? Minerva McGonagall doesn't take orders from some sort of freak of nature!"
"Never you nymph!" she screamed, and kicked Flitwick at place where most men would be hurting at. He screamed, and held his hand between his legs.
"You think that you can stop me...Please...Stop...," her head was swarming into a black mist.
Everything was getting darker and darker. She couldn't remember...What was that cry? It sounded like somebody dying. "Open your eyes Minerva! Everything is going to be all right, but being helpless like this is not going to help you!" Minerva opened her eyes, and found herself at the meadow full of sunflower's just like her dream. This time, it wasn't a dream though. It was reality. She was by herself, and looked around for the sound of the cry. Professor McGonagall had to help that person. Everything was suddenly coming back to her. Flitwick kissing Dumbledore. Something that she never wanted to remember ever again. A small moan was heard from a little farther awway. Minerva tried to run to the person, but everything looked the same. It seemed like she was just moving in a circle. Finally, she made it. There was a huge dirt patch, and in the middle of it was Dumbledore. Lying dead, and breathing one single breath. It was Minerva's fault. She had truly been teasing Flitwick's sexual desire. And here is where it landed her and Albus. He was dead, because of her. "If only I could have made it quicker...If only I had just tried harder!"
A menacing laugh was heard from the sky. Minerva didn't care. It happened again, only this time it was for sure. Albus Dumbledore was dead, and there was no way to bring him back. She sat down next to his soul less body, and weeped over him. He looked quite peacefull. But something was also eerie about his face. It was just...So lifeless.
"He's gone Minerva. Come with me...We'll be full of love together," she heard a voice say behind of her. Minerva looked behind of her, and Professor Rossiche wa gazing at her. She felt the fire come back...The fire that she usually got when she was around Albus. But this couldn't be right. Did that mean that she loved two men?
"H...How did you get here? What is this place? And be full of love together? I hardly know you. I'm...I'm," before she was able to say anymore, he grabbed her hand and kissed her. Strange enough, Minerva kissed him back. The fire in her heart just kept growing and growing.
"Professor Flitwick sent the three of us here, and killed Dumbledore. I think that this is a beautiful meadow...And be full of love together? Yes, I love you Minerva. Be mine?" he asked with caring eyes. Minerva nodded, and they kissed some more. She had a huge headache...And woke up from this dream.
"Minerva? Dear, are you all right?" Madam Pomfrey aske softly. Minerva slowly opened her eyes, and saw that she was in the hospital wing. A few people were right next to her, and she could feel an invisible hand stroking her face. Professor McGonagall knew exactly who that was. Professor Rossiche was also looking at her. She felt like throwing up.
"I...So, I never went to a happy sunflower place?" Minerva asked, trying to sit up but being pushed back down.
"No, Professor Flitwick was a coward. He hurt you while you weren't looking," Tonks said looking like she was in rage. Minerva gave her a look to calm down. She looked to her left, and saw a huge desktop full of gifts and cards. Maybe she wasn't so unpopular.
"So...I've been unconsious? Everything was just...A dream," she said with a confused gaze in her eyes. People were still looking at her, thinking that she was still sickly.
"I need to get back to work, because they're is something truly wrong with me," she said, sliding off of the bed. Madam Pomfrey looked like she was going to protest, but kept it to herself.
"Minerva, are you sure you're all right?" Professor Rossiche asked, grabbing her hand. She held onto it for a moment, and looked into his eyes. There was still a small fire. She quickly let go, and left the wing. When she got into the office, Minerva saw Albus take off an invisibility cloak. He ran over to her and gave her a passionate kiss. It would have felt good, but she felt down right guilty. She kissed him back to see if she would feel any better, but it made her feel worse. It made her feel like...A slut.
"Albus, I'm sorry," she said mourfully. He was confused.
"For what darling? You're alive...Because of you, my secret is not found out. Tonks and Lupin came here to visit, and she got rid of Flitwick. He's at St.Mungo's, and she's been taking care of the school for you. Listen, I think you should take a little more time off. You still don't look to good," Albus said grabbing her hand. She pushed it away.
"Dumbledore...I don't know what to do," she said, sitting down on the couch. He sat next to her, and put his hand on her knee. Why was he starting to touch her more?
"I don't either these days...But I realised one night how much I miss you. That's why I had to visit you with the invisibility cloak on. I think we should have...A romantic dinner! It's such a coincidence that you woke up near dinner time," he said and sat up. She agreed, and brought up a small fancy table, a bottle of wine, candles, and some steak. But wait...Did he say romantic dinner? "He wants to do something romantic with you Minerva! Not those usualy friendly dinners, but this time he truly wants something passionate! Creepy..." They ate in silence. But when she tried to grab the bottle of wine from across the table, he held onto her hand.
"You are truly a wonderful women Minerva. And I want it to be just you and me, and no one else. While you were gone I saw how much I truly...Truly love and need you," he said not letting go of her hand. This was just to good to be true. The last time Albus had talked like this, it was Gilderoy Lockhart. Minerva was ready for something surprising to pop out. But it didn't.
"I'm glad that you realised that Albus, but I truly couldn't have been gone that long," she said in a matter of fact tone.
"Yes, actually you've been out of it very, very long. Flitiwick was a charm's teacher, and he definitely knows what charms to use against people. Tomorrow is your hearing."
"What? But...I have no clue what I'm going to do! I haven't really thought about it that much...I've been gone for one or two weeks. I feel like such a wimp now," she said. Her mind was racing. Minerva could not lose Hogwart's. Without her, everything could change. The rules, the people, and the students. They might put in Umbridge again, and she knew that it would be disasturous. Or what if Scrimgeour took over Hogwart's himself? Everything would be like a military camp since he was an auror. It seemed that Albus noticed her discomfort, because he patted her head.
"This was supposed to be romantic Minerva. I didn't mean to make you worried, but I thought you should have a chance to know about it before tomorrow. It's tomorrow morning also. So you'll need to get up a little earlier that usual. How about we have a toast for good luck!" he said holding up his glass of wine. She brought her's up, and they clincked. Neither of them drank they. Both of them just had to much in there mind.
"Minerva, you're so confusing!" he said, and then drank some wine. She also did. Minerva made everything disappear, and went over to her desk. She wrote up a plan for how she was going to stick up for her job. Before she noticed, it was one in the morning and Albus was still sitting on the couch. Professor McGonagall finished it, and brought it over to Dumbledore.
"What do you think about it Albus?" she asked anxiously. He read over it.
"I think you could do better Minerva. It kind of sounds like a robot. Here, add some humor and compassion in it," he said, and grabbed a quill to edit her speech. They worked tirelessly over it, and worked closely together on the couch. Finally, at five in the morning they had finished with something that sounded very good. Minerva had even memorized it! She had about three hours to sleep, and then had to apparate to the ministry. She was so tired, and leaned her head against Albuses shoulder and snoozed. But Dumbledore had a restless mind that kept him up.
He looked at the lovely lady drooling on his shoulder. He tried to give her the hint last night, but it seemed to slip through her delicate mind. Albus was desperate. If she didn't win this, they might never be together again. No Minerva, mean no reason to live. He loved everything about her. Her black hair in an orderly bun, beautiful emerald cloaks, serious attitude, and mysterious behavior. It all intrigued him so much. He usually knew about well...Most everything, but this women was so confusing. Not to say that he hasn't ever been in love. A very, very, very long time ago he did love Pomona Sprout. While he was trying to think of Pomona, Minerva just kept popping up in his mind. She's everything to him, just everything. "And I'm going to get her...Someday I'll tell her. But, why don't I just tell her now? I simply have to wake her up, and express all of my feelings. It's truly not that simple though..."
Minerva stirred a little bit, and moved her head up his shoulder. Her face was touching his, and he was getting nervous. Sitting up on the couch all night was uncomfterable, but he didn't want to wake her up. Minerva's hot breath was gently tickling his face. He stroked her hair, and she started sleep talking.
"No...Don't...I love...Both," she grunted. Albus listened closely. It seemed that she loved both what?
"Don't make me...Don't leave me...Albus...So...So...Sorry," she muttered. He heard his name. Did that mean that she was dreaming about him?
"You made me...Pregnent? But minister...I...I didn't fuck him..." Albus believed that she was having a dream about her hearing. After all, she has been worried about this. But loving both? Her getting pregnent?
"Albus...You're the father...No wait!...Rossiche...Yes...I love you too..." This made him scared. Did this mean that Minerva actually loved that Rossiche guy? He definitely wouldn't tell about his passion for her now. But he would always stick up for her...Since they were after all, very close friends. After one hour he had to wake her up.
"Minerva, please get up," he said patting her head. He had to whack her head to get her to wake up.
"Wuuuuuh? Oh Albus, I'm sorry. I got my saliva all over your nice cloak," she said with a faint smile. He returned a fake one.
"It does not matter Minerva. What matters is that you get to the ministry of magic to win back the school," he said dully. She didn't sense his tone.
"Maybe you could come with me, and wear the invisibility cloak?" she asked curiously. He shook his head.
"No, I think you should go to it alone. Maybe ask that Rossiche guy to go with you to the ministry. I'm sure that you would "love" for him to go," he made an emphasis on love.
"No, it would make me feel better if you came. But if you don't want to that's all right. I just need to clean myself up, and wear something nice," she said getting off of the couch. She stood up, and did a spell to make herself clean. Her hair smelled like mango and coconut. Her teeth were shining bright, and her clothing were dark looking. It was mainly black, except for a bright red pendant. She waved goodbye, and apparated to the court room. Everybody was already there, so when she appeared she looked quite funny. The judge pointed to a seat in the front, and she sat there reluctantly. Minerva could still feel the eyes staring at her back.
"Okay, since the headmistress "finally" arrived. So let's get started. Mr.Scrimgeour, who shall be the lovely person going against...This lady," the judge said with a snort. Minerva could hear a cough...A cough...Of evil.
"Excuse me, I shall be going against McGonagall," Dolores Umbridge said, raising her little pudgy hand.
"Very well, Miss Umbridge and the best of luck to you!" the judge said with a cheerful tone. Everybody nodded in agreement. Things weren't looking to good for poor Minerva. The ministry all liked Dolores, and thought that Minerva was some rag down Albus lover. She was an Albus lover though.
"Okay, the council of the ministry has brought up some questions that they would like Minerva and Dolores to answer. It'll kind of be like a debate," the judge said, holding up a scroll of questions. He asked Dolores a question first.
"Miss Umbridge, what do you think of the students at Hogwarts?" the judge asked in a sweet tone. Dolores tried to get a sweet face, but looked like a puking frog.
"Why, I think those little children are so adorable! I love them all, and hope they have the best future!" she said in a sweet and giggly tone. Minerva felt like barfing herself.
"Okay, you're turn," he said, pointing to Minerva. She thought about what she and Albus had talked about last night, and came up with something.
"I believe that the students make everything for us. They are young adults that we must teach about the dangers about the Wizarding world. We must teach them how to protect themselves against the dark arts, since he-who-must-not-be-named is back. But then we must also teach them that magic is fun, but of course with some boundaries. I believe that they are fun loving young adult's that have much to also teach us. That's why we must not treat them as little children, but as people just like us," she said, glaring at Dolores. The people sitting in the stands stirred a little bit. Minerva's part was a little more touching to them, then just Umbridge's sappy stuff. The judge went to the next question.
"What changes shall you make to the school?" the judge said, hurrying to the next question. It seemed that he didn't want the crowd to further there discussion.
"I would put many more enchantments on it, to make it safer! After all, we couldn't have some more nasty death eater's now would we?" she said in a squeaky tone. Professor McGonagall rolled her eyes.
"Minerva?"
"I would like to put more inner house unity. Instead of seperating the students, and putting friend against friend I would put them together. Each of us have something different...Houses seems like stereo-typing," she said. Everybody nodded in agreement. "Thank Merlin for Albus!"
"What type of rules would you put on the students?"
"Well, I'd have all of the same rules, but put some more restrictions. Like, they can't go outside without an adult to supervise them. We should have all of them in bed after dinner, and of course a nice nutritious diet," Professor Umbridge said.
"I wouldn't have any more rules, or less. I think it's perfect right now. If we add more, they might feel like prisoner's. No matter what we do, the students are going to be in danger."
"Very well, I'd like the jury to decide right now. We need to get this over with!" he said, pounding his gabbel on the desk. The people in the stands got into a little huddle. It took a few long minutes to decide. Finally, everybody stood up except one women. She was pale in the face, and looked very surprised.
"You're decision please?"
"We of the jury declare Dolores Umbridge, the headmistress of Hogwart's school of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
A/N-How will Minerva protect Albus now? What will happen to Hogwart's with Umbridge in reign? Yes, sorry this chapter is a little too long. Yes, very unlucky. I was planning thirteen to be the last chapter, but to many ideas are swarming in my head! I can't let these ideas go to waste, now can I?