Chapter 11: Flying
When Minerva found her wife she didn't even stop. Instead she just called her and motioned for her to follow. Rolanda did so without questioning. They headed straight towards the quidditch pitch.
*Accio Brooms*
She handed one broom to her wife before jumping on her own and flying off to Merlin knows where.
Minerva was a formidable flyer on a normal day but this was to the extreme. Hooch thanked her lucky stars that she was an ex quidditch player, those skills sure come in handy. And boy was she right! Minerva flew like a mad woman, Merlin's knows where they were going but it was far, further into the deep forests of Scotland. Where were they going? What had happened that had shaken her wife up so much? Rolanda wanted answers; she knew there was something going on.
Minerva, her wife was as silent as the night. It was now dark. The tree tops became harder and harder to see and Rolanda really needed to focus on flying. By now she wasn't even sure where they were anymore. The thick forest below them gave her a sense of foreboding, a dark and sinister feeling surrounded it.
It was just one giant puzzle at the moment, what on earth was going on here? With her hawk-eye like eyes she focused on the woman in front of her. Ever since Hermione disappeared she had been more withdrawn, sadder in a way. Then out of the blue she was there standing with what seemed lifeless body of THE Bellatrix Lestrange.
What on earth was going on here?
Rolanda barely had time to think about the answer to that question as nearly fell from shock off her broom as she realised where they were.
Were- freaking- wolf Mountain!
WHY THE HELL IS MINERVA GOING THERE OF ALL PLACES?!
Owned by the blackest of Black's, even Bellatrix looked tamed when it came to her parents. Very few knew this but she had heard some of the stories of Minerva. It had taken her years to confess why Minerva had those silent nightmares.
Rolanda felt for her wife and perhaps even Bellatrix, no-one should have ever gone through what they did. She could only imagine what it would have been like as a child.
She was a bloody adult, a well accomplished witch, tough seasoned quidditch player and wife to the sexiest, most hot blooded witch on earth and yet she quivered in her boots thinking that they were heading to Werewolf Mountain.
Rolanda just couldn't believe her luck. Why on earth did she fall for Gryffindor's queen of trouble again? She took one look at her wife, oh yeah she just remembered. She's hot as hell! But for once couldn't they just go to some place nice? Would 'Freaking fabulous fun fashionable fairy Wish Mountain' have been too much to ask? Then again, that sounded like a nightmare too, perhaps even a worse one. Rolanda shuddered at the thought.
Time to get back on track; Werewolf Mountain was not a place to goof around. Not if you valued your life.
A/N: Special thanks to those who motivated me to write, yes you the reviewers :)