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Format: Novella
Chapters: 2
Word Count: 2,345
Status: WIP
Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Violence
Genres: General, Horror/Dark, Romance
Characters: McGonagall, Pomfrey, Voldemort, OC, OtherCanon
Pairings: Other Pairing, OC/OC
First Published: 11/02/2011
Last Chapter: 01/14/2012
Last Updated: 01/14/2012
Summary:Amazing banner by amoretti. at tda || Minerva/Tom || Beta'd by The_seeker12
After the murder of her cousin, Minerva doesn't know what to do. She knows that there isn't much chance for her; being a female during World War II, but then he came along and showed her that there was a reason for living.
This is the story of Tom Riddle and Minerva McGonagall's love
amazing chapter image by rollerblades at tda!
Fifteenth April 1995
Minerva’s frail hands skimmed along the surface of the velvet lined book. Squinting, she could see the words that had been etched upon the front cover: Love, Anonymous. It had been years since she had last seen him, years since her hands had touched his, years since she had stared into the eyes of the only man she had ever loved, the only man that she could never have: Tom Riddle. Or, as the world knew him now, Lord Voldemort.
Brushing a piece of grey hair out of her eyes, Minerva gripped the edges of the book tighter. Her age had diminished her looks, once upon a time, Minerva was beautiful, once she had long, brown hair with scintillating brown eyes.
‘Then again, I suppose everything fades,’ Minerva thought her mind flashing back to all the nostalgic and fleeting memories that she had had with Tom. Standing to her feet, Minerva placed the velvet book at the bottom of her bookcase, and, banishing the creases from her skirt she watched as her class piled into the empty classroom. To everybody else in the world, today was just a normal day. To them, nothing significant happened. This day would just come again another year, but to Minerva today was the day she lost everything she ever cared about.
First April 1941
The trees swayed in the breeze, following a perfect pattern. Children played in the swaying green reeds that had grown from the river. Everyone who had lived in London had been evacuated, and, depending upon their age and place of birth, they were moved to separate locations around the country. All the students of Hogwarts had been sent to the outskirts of Scotland.
The birds began to sing their song as the sun spread its delightful rays over the never-ending green hills, and—taking that as their que—everyone gathered their things and began to talk back towards their designated safe homes.
“Minerva!” Spinning around, Minerva saw a young girl with blonde ringlets pushing through the array of people and running towards her. Smiling, Minerva knelt down onto the damp grass and allowed the young girl to fly into her arms. “Where did you go? I couldn’t find you.” The Young Girl asked. Minerva touched the edge of the girls nose and smiled.
“I was flying with Peter Pan in Neverland.” Minerva whispered, pointing to the sky.
“Peter Pan’s not real.” The girl said, shaking her head at Minerva.
“Oh, come on now Rose, use your imagination.” Minerva teased, kissing Rose on the forehead. “Now, come on, we’ve got to get home.” Minerva stood to her feet, and, clasping her hand in Rose’s she began to walk home.
The clock in the hall struck eleven and everyone was tucked away in their beds. Well, almost anyone. Minerva slipped herself out of bed and, after wrapping herself in a dressing gown, she walked outside. The cool breeze hit her, brushing all of her hair off her face. The full moon shone down, over the green plains, acting as a beacon for Minerva’s frail feet. She passed the old oak tree that stood firm and strong in the courtyard and walked confidently past the growing hedges. Even though the war had hit the world hard, Minerva could still see beauty in the simplest of places. She could still see beauty in the wind, in the sun and in the moon. The only thing she couldn’t see beauty in was herself, whenever she saw herself she couldn’t spot any perfections, she only saw flaws.
Minerva’s eyes scanned her surroundings; green hills stretched out over the endless plains, jutting out at odd angles, and in the horizon it seemed as though the black sky and the green hills met in perfect unison. The silhouetted trees swayed silently in the never ending English breeze and the wind carried the smell of water and fire.
When Minerva reached her destination, the moon was beginning to set and the sun was starting to rise. She loved watching the sun rise over the still lake; it gave her a small sense of fulfillment, knowing that the war hand’t been won by the Nazi's that day. Settling down comfortably at the roots of the water tree she pulled her legs up to her chin and watched as the geese flew off the lake and into the disappearing distance.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Minerva twisted her head and saw The Slytherin Prince standing behind her, leaning against the tree, his arms folded across his chest. Rolling her eyes, Minerva turned her head back and stared at the lake.
“I guess so.” She said flatly, not looking Tom Riddle in the face. “I’ve never payed much attention to it.” She lied.
“So it isn’t you that I see walking along the plains every morning and sitting down in that exact spot?” Riddle sneered, kneeling down to Minerva’s level. Anger rose in Minerva’s throat.
“You follow me!” She accused, facing Riddle again. A smile perched across Riddle’s face.
“I don’t follow you McGonagall. I simply observe.” Riddle replied, running his fingers through his floppy brown hair. “I can see why you come down here, it is stunning.” He added, looking at the sunrise. Minerva turned and looked at the sunrise, a sense of hope filled her chest. Her brown hair fell over her shoulders, reflecting slightly in the sun. Behind her, she could feel Riddle’s hot breath on her exposed neck.
“I’ve got to go.” Minerva said, standing to her feet. Then, without saying another word, Minerva dusted the first of her skirt and walked away; Riddle’s eyes boring into her back.
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Minerva retraced her footsteps back to her host house to find everyone sleeping soundly in their beds. Not that she was surprised. Relaxing her shoulders, MInerva walked into the kitchen, the smell of burnt bread welcoming her. For five in the morning, Minerva noticed that the kitchen was eerily quiet. There were no chefs, or maids, or waitresses bustling in the kitchen in their daily attempt to wake their masters up. Looking around curiously, Minerva spotted something out of the corner of her eye. As she approached her sighting, the smell hit her. The smell of blood. Rounding the corner, Minerva clasped her hand over her mouth and screamed.
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a.n, yes another story! I hope this story is good. It's my second attempt a Tom/Minerva story and I hope I do the ship justice :D It's defiantly not my OTP but I do ship them.
Also, I do not own Peter Pan (all though I would like to) It belongs to J.M Barrie
Read and review!!!
Javct
A.N. Sorry about the long wait! I hope you all had a great christmas and a happy new year! Anyway, this chapter was beta'd by Seeker_12; thank you so much :) Now, without furthur ado here is the next chapter!
Amazing chapter image by the flawless AtomicPanda (nee rockstarkisses) at tda!
Please read and review :D x
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Second April 1941
“What happened to her?” Minerva asked; rubbing her shoulders in an unavailing attempt to calm herself down. The Doctor, who was covering something from view stood to his feet and brushed the debris off his clothes.
“No idea,” he relied, “but whatever it was it was not human,” he walked over to Minerva and looked down upon her, “how are you feeling? It isn’t a pleasant sight to see; even in a war,” The Doctor asked sympathetically.
Minerva looked up; her green eyes watered with tears. “She was my cousin,” Minerva sighed, “I promised her family I would keep her safe. What good was I?” The Doctor looked down at Minerva, she knew that he wanted to offer her his condolences but words could do no good now.
Without another word, Minerva stood to her feet, shrugging the blanket of her shoulders. “Thank you Doctor,” she said sincerely. Minerva waited for The Doctor to give a curt nod before walking outside.
What was she going to tell everyone? What about her parents? And the town? How could she explain to a muggle town that a werewolf murdered a young girl when the moon wasn’t full?
She had seen many things during the war but never as violent as that. Taking a deep breath, Minerva fought back the tears that threatened to break. Running her fingers through her tatty brown hair, she attempted to sooth herself, but nothing seemed to work.
“Minerva,” spinning around, Minerva saw her friend, Katerina Stratford, standing behind her. Katerina’s long brown hair flew behind her, creating a halo of hair. “I’m sorry,” nodding solemnly, Minerva, allowed herself to fall into her best friends arms.
*
Minerva’s fingers twirled through the long grass as it wrapped tightly around her fingers. Katerina stared at her best friend without knowing what to say, “how did she...?” Katerina’s voice trailed off.
“Werewolf.” She stated, her eyes not averting from the grass. “The bloody werewolf is back,”
Hesitantly, Katerina reached out and patted Minerva on the back, “you couldn’t have stopped this Minerva. Rose knew the rules, she shouldn’t have been awake that early let alone out of her room.” She said.
Minerva looked disgusted at what Katerina had just said. “She was seven!” She exclaimed; her eyes narrowing into small slits.
“Oh, god no! Minerva I wasn’t saying that it was her fault, I was saying that there was nothing we could have done to prevent this! The werewolf told us he would strike again. If we had known it was going to be Rose than-”
“We would have what? Locked her up in a small room with no windows and no doors?” Minerva snapped back as she attempted to fight back tears. “She was just a child Kat, not even seven,” Minerva took a deep breath and brushed a piece of hair out of her eyes.
“Come on,” Katerina said, standing to her feet. “Everyone’s going to want to know what happened,”
*
“Minerva what happened?”
“Oh my gosh, are you okay?”
“I am so sorry.”
“What happened?”
When Minerva stepped into the dorm of her share-house, she was swarmed with girls trying to get information out of her. She had known this was going to happen and as such, she had prepared herself. “I’m not ready to talk about it,” she replied, raising her hands to her face as if to show just how defeated she felt. Immediately, the girls stopped talking and stepped back. Katerina walked confidently behind her best friend, her eyes scanning through everyone.
Building all of her strength up, Minerva spun around on her heels and faced the inquisitive girls. “I’ll tell everyone at dinner tonight.”
*
She didn’t know why she was doing this; she didn’t want to talk about it but Katerina had assured her that the quicker she told everyone the truth, the better. Rumors had already begun to formulate around this morning’s incidents. Taking a deep breath, Minerva allowed her eyes to survey the room. Silence eloped everyone as they entered the hall; it was if someone had cast a silencing charm upon everyone.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Katerina asked, rubbing Minerva’s back. Nodding, she replied she did. Minerva wanted everyone to know the truth. She wanted them to know how Rose lived and how she died; it was the only thing she could do for her beloved cousin now.
She watched as people of all ages poured in from the doors. Some she recognized; others she didn’t. Then he entered the room; she didn’t know how she saw him amongst the crowds but somehow, her eyes had searched for Tom Riddle and they had successfully found him. Riddle took his hat off and placed it in the hat room, which had been built conveniently next to the door. When he emerged, his blue eyes found Minerva’s green. Neither adverted their gaze.
“Minerva,” Katerina jolted Minerva out of her reverie. Breaking eye contact with Riddle, Minerva faced her friend. “Everyone’s ready,” nodding solemnly, Minerva planted her feet firmly on the ground and faced the expectant crowd.
“I know there are some rumors going around about my cousin, Rose, and how she died, but I am here to tell you the truth. Rose was seven years old; going on eight. She had abnormally long blonde hair and was adored by everyone she met; no one ever said a bad word against her. Yes, Rose was a beautiful girl, she was the perfect daughter and the perfect witch, and yes, Rose is dead.” Small clumps of chatter broke out among the crowd and Minerva waited patiently for them to die down.
“She was killed by a werewolf in the early hours of the morning. I don’t know why the werewolf would target a little girl, but it did. I promised to her family that I would protect her; that I would keep her safe and I failed, so I implore you as parents, guardians, siblings, friends, keep an eye on your friends and family. Rose’s death was tragic, but I can assure you that it will not go unpunished.” There was so much more that Minerva wanted to say, but, no matter how hard she tried, she could not put two words together.
Faintly, she heard Katerina say something to the crowds, and at that, Katerina took a hold of Minerva’s hand and walked her outside into the cool, English air. “Come on,” she said, “let’s get you to bed, you need some sleep.”
*
It wasn’t until her head hit the pillow that night, that Minerva realized that Riddle had not averted his gaze from her at all.
‘Maybe he was human after all,’ she thought, clenching her fists into tight balls. ‘No! Stop it’
There was a bloody war going on, and whether she liked it or not she could not stop it. Her first and foremost duty was to protect the rest of family and friends; fleeting romantic feeling could wait. For now, at least.
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