A/N: In response to one of the comments I must say I don't know where the story is going either... I just had a few "scence"/moments in my mind and I am trying to build a story with them... I only hope I don't end up spoiling it like I've done with some fics before...
I apologize in advance for the grammar and spelling mistakes you will surely find...
Chapter 3 - The truth knocks the door
Severus
If I could go back in time and change only one event in my life... I wouldn't have killed Dumbledore. But do not mistake me, this is not an act of mercy, I wouldn't have pushed him down the clock tower because he didn't deserve such a quick death... but because he deserved to die slowly and painfully because of that curse.
His last demand had caused me to lose the trust of all the people around me... I wasn't wanted in Hogwarts and I didn't wanted to be with the Dark Lord... I was living in misery and nobody seemed to care or notice.
Minerva
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When I came back to the tower of Gryffindor it seemed all my students decided to ignore their Headmaster's order and stay awake instead of going to bed. They were waiting for me and as soon as I crossed the Fat Lady's picture they began to shoot questions at me.
"Please, children, one at a time," I asked.
"Professor, are they going to punish you?" a second-year girl asked.
"Yes, they are," I said.
"But you did nothing," somebody exclaimed from the back.
"Well, I accepted the responsibility..."
"Are they really going to lash you?" a fourth-year boy asked in concern.
"That's what they said."
"Can they really do that?" another girl questioned.
"I'm afraid that they can do whatever they want now that the Ministry is in hands of the Dark Lord, children..." I didn't wanted to lie to them, "but you don't need to worry, because they'll have to kill me before they can harm you..."
"Can we do something for you, professor?"
"Of course you can, you can all go to bed, now, come on..." I watched them climb the stairs and then I went into my bedroom... as soon as I had closed the door somebody knocked at it and I let him come in. My late visitor was one of my most dear students, not because of his cleverness but because I knew him since he was a little boy.
"What's the matter, Longbottom?" I asked.
"Professor, I'd like to talk to the Headmaster..." he said.
"What for?"
"Because I should be the one taking the responsibility for the attacks..."
"Do you want me to believe that you are the one who dyed Alecto's dresses and poisoned Amycus Carrow?"
"I...," he murmured.
"Oh, Longbottom, please... I am very tired to listening to this nonsense and you are too..." I said, but he interrupted me.
"Professor, during the year that professor Umbridge was Headmistress of the school some of us created a group of students to learn advanced magic on our own and fight her unfair rules..."
"Dumbledore's Army, I do remember... What does this have to do with anything?" I wondered.
"We have reunited this group," Longbottom said, "and since Harry is not here this year I am kind of the lider... we made those pranks to the Carrows... everything except the graffiti."
"I see, and you want to take the responsibility..." I said.
"Yes, ma'am... should we tell the headmaster now?"
"No, of course not... none of my students will get lashed at any circumstance."
"But..." he opened his mouth but I interrupted him.
"Longbottom, you will go to your bed and have a nice long sleep... and tomorrow, when you talk to these friends of yours you tell them to use a more painful potion than a hair-growing one the next time."
"Professor, are you seriously..."
"Yes, Longbottom, I am giving you permission to make the Carrow's stay in our castle their worst nightmare..." I smiled and walked him to the door, "They think tomorrow's punishment will stop any kind of resistance, we can't let them think that..."
TO BE CONTINUED...