Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Stolen Innocence	By : McGonagall Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1994 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series, and I wish that I made any money from this. I don't.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Chapter 2

"He'll rape me," she said, finally having come to sit upright leaning against the wall with some aid of her former teacher. "He'll be my very first," she said with a strange kind of boldness she would often be considered to lack if it came to her emotions as a teacher herself, "and he'll revel in that fact… He'll hope that it'll define me for the rest of my life and that I'll recall it every time I'm with another…" She remained gazing straight ahead in the dimness, Albus sitting right beside her in silence. "I would have liked to be stronger than that," she added, her voice barely a whisper, "but I must admit the mere thought of him… makes me feel nauseous already…"

"I'm sorry, Minerva," Albus finally said. "I should have… Had I not allowed myself that one moment of incautiousness, I might not have gotten myself caught, and maybe by now it would have been over already. You never would have been captured either, and your family would still be unharmed and alive."

"Please… don't blame yourself. I don't blame you," she said, head shaking. "You couldn't have possibly…"

"I could," he argued, anger at himself taking over. He felt like he could, and should, have anticipated just that, having been Grindelwald's former best companion. Even though it seemed to have been more than a lifetime, Gellert Grindelwald had not changed much at all.

"No, you couldn't," Minerva retorted, painfully resettling against the cold wall. "If so, then I'm to blame just as well."

"Minerva…"

"I know I'm not," Minerva said, immediately continuing in a… surprisingly sure tone even though the pain. "I hadn't anticipated it. After all, who would have anticipated to be unsafe at their own home? I didn't have my wand at the ready for a duel, and so I was a rather easy victim. I couldn't defend myself, even though I might and should have, had I been a little more cautious, a little more vigil or suspicious. I'm an official at the Ministry, and I have been trained to be all of those! However, I was… neither, and I got captured, even though I wasn't really their main goal."

"You have no idea how much that I wish I could change it, Minerva."

"I know," she whispered, a silence falling between them in which neither of them moved but just quietly mulled over their own thoughts. Eventually Minerva would be the one to break their state of quiescence, and her voice sounded awkward and the hidden request unnaturally straightforward for her doing, even though as a younger woman she yet wasn't so very reserved as she would become in later years, partially due to that very particular event. "Could you love me?" she asked.

Albus turned to her in the darkness, a little surprised by the forwardness of the question and not really getting where the younger woman was about to go with it, even though maybe unconsciously he did after all. "I… care about you very much, Minerva," he said. "I have taught you for seven years, and that until two years ago. You were in Gryffindor House – the House of which I have been appointed as the Head since long. I have trained you myself to become an Animagus."

A small smile tainted his lips at the far recollection. In the beginning of October, Minerva had come to him with the question whether he thought she could actually be good enough to become an Animagus. Unsurprisingly, she had been reading ahead and had been interested in it. Few dared to dip their toes in it, considering the difficulty of that sort of magic. Minerva's grades had never been anything else but extraordinary and many – he himself, too – had told her she could easily reach mastery levels in most of her courses, especially Transfiguration, for young Minerva was able to do things with her wand that quite many could only ever dream of, even of the older generations.

Albus had said that yes, he thought she was qualified enough if she entertained the thought. He then had offered to send an owl to the Ministry to request more information in case she would like that… She had beamed and nodded vigorously. So he had sent the owl the very same evening and had received an envelope in the middle of the week following with all information needed on Animagi and the required registration with the Ministry contained, together with some papers that needed be filled in and approved in case the person on whose behalf Albus had sent the mail to begin with, would like to go through with it. Penalties on unregistered Animagi were heavy, and considering one needed to hand in the initial approval papers with the registration of one's shape later…

The Ministry required supervision by a master in Transfiguration no matter skills or age of the one who had ambition. Minerva hadn't doubted even momentarily whether he himself would be the one to supervise and train her in becoming an Animagus. When he had read through all the information and had mentioned the need for a supervisor, Minerva had eyed him with one eyebrow raised and had said that Albus would do just fine in a tone that meant the end of the discussion even though it had not sounded disrespectful in the least. Having taught her mother as well, Albus knew that it was an integral trait of the women in her mother's family to know what they really wanted.

He had helped her fill in the necessary paper work, and within forty-eight hours, another, smaller envelope had arrived with the received approval and further instructions like how long they advised the person in question to train daily… Albus had wondered whether the fame of young Minerva McGonagall's intelligence and magical skills – which undoubtedly must have reached the Ministry itself – might have contributed to the rather fast response and easy approval.

At the beginning of November, about a month after she had gone to Albus with her one question about the chapter on Animagi, they agreed on meeting on Wednesdays after dinner in the Great Hall and Saturday afternoons after midday meal. By the middle of the month of February, she had first transformed entirely into a cat. By May, Minerva McGonagall had received exceptional permission from the headmaster to leave the school to take her test at the Ministry, which she of course passed with flying colors first time.

Minerva McGonagall was truly an exceptionally powerful little witch, and Albus surmised that Gellert Grindelwald knew the very same, too.

"That's not what I asked," she said.

"What are you asking?" Albus questioned.

She sighed, heavily leaning her head against the wall behind it. Her mind was reeling so fast that she thought it might burst soon. The thought of that filthy… touching her where no one else had ever been permitted, was far more than Minerva could take. Grindelwald wouldn't care about her permission, would take what was not his to be taken either way… The bile in her throat rose higher each second she thought about it. "I'll be damned to let him be the first one," she said, and she knew that he would interpret the little sequence of words just like she actually meant them.

She feared Albus Dumbledore would consider her weak for even suggesting or mad that they… He, however, said nothing. So, she continued, "If I could, I would like not to give him the satisfaction of taking what's not his to be taken. I know that… the circumstances are far from ideal, but it won't stop him, and I rather recall my first time to be with someone who at least cared very much about me," she said, forcing the last words from her mouth as her heart hammered hard against her ribcage, her voice overtaken by quiet sobs at the little of opportunities in their situation and the panic she felt at what would be happening soon.

In the dimness, his hand reached for hers and squeezed it, lifting it to his mouth and kissing it, sealing their little pact.
- 1
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Stolen Innocence