The music blared throughout her rooms. Minerva was thankful for the advanced silencing charms that she had placed. She didn't often get to relax and blast music during the school year. Students and other teachers alike preferred to come to her for all of their problems, and she didn't usually mind helping.

Declining, all color fading
Defining, time coming for me
Rescinding, my inspiration
Receding consciousness

But sometimes even the venerable Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry needs a break. Today was one of those days. Harry Potter and Hermione Granger had come up to her during lunch ad had asked for an audience with her after dinner. Not having anything pressing she, of course, agreed to meet with them.
Back in the day, I can recall that,
My thoughts were unclouded and sage
There was no black staining the walls of my memories
Now there's a haze pushing me sideways
And leaving me nothing to gain
Taking me back, locking me cold in disparity

When the young Duo had knocked on her office door she had called for them to enter as normal figuring that perhaps they wanted to get some help on the homework she had assigned that morning. But that's not what she saw when both children entered carrying a pensieve between them with grim looks on their faces.
Where was I meant to be?
I feel I'm lost in a dream
Long for the day I can be myself

They said nothing as they dug three vials of memories out of their robes and silently handed them over. Minerva took them and knew that she was to see them for herself. Emptying one vial into the basin she then stuck her head into it and felt as if she was falling.
When I'm free
When my sun has set
Released my soul forever
I'll have no regret
To be free
I'll exist again
No more lost endeavors
Nothing to contend
When I'm free

She recognized the Weasley home having been there to visit a few times for Order meetings. Harry and Hermione were walking past the in her. Minerva walked over to where Hermione and Harry had huddled out of sight to listen to the conversation that Ginny was having with Molly Weasley. Ron's voice sounded as well from the kitchen as well, complaining about Hermione the bucktoothed mudblood and her not learning her place in Wizarding society. Minerva's jaw dropped when she heard what Molly said next, that the amorentia potion for the two would be done in a few minutes for them to slip into the goblets at dinner.
Color declines, all that defines me
Is falling away, far behind
Nothing to keep me with the time, the here and now

When the memory finished Minerva pulled her head out and sat heavily on the edge of her desk. She had taught Molly Weasley, then Prewitt, and had never gotten any pureblooded nonsense from the young woman nor her twin brothers, who had fought and lost their lives for the faction against the pureblood supremacists.
Where am I meant to be?
I feel I'm lost in a dream
Yearning again only to be myself

"I have to report this to Amelia Bones, the head of the DMLE. I am bound by law to do so, and those three people will serve time in Azkaban. If I may call her here now to view this memory?" Minerva asked two of her favorite pupils.

"You'll want to see the other memories first Professor, trust me." Harry voiced the first sound either of the two had made that evening. Hermione nodded and handed her a memory labeled M.W and A.P.W.B.D. Minerva knew her colleagues' Initials quite well as she did most of his paperwork for him. Her eyebrow raised as she poured it in and stuck her head once more into the penseive basin.
When I'm free
When my sun has set
Released my soul forever
I'll have no regret
To be free
I'll exist again
No more lost endeavors
Nothing to contend
When I'm free

What she saw made her doubt herself. Albus had made the muggles hate Harry and abuse him and was plotting line theft of the oldest pure line in the world! She would not allow that to happen. Harry had to live and he had no education about who he was, what his place in society was, or even how rich he was. The lad had no idea at all! She cursed Albus' name in her mind. How could he do such a thing? He was Grindlewald all over again. She didn't understand how he could be like the thing that had murdered his sister and destroyed his family.
Time is just a concept
And always the first thing to fade
Agony and weakness
Nothing we can never evade
Years are cruel, they break us
Bringing on decay and despair
Awareness and perception
Something we can never repair

The last vial held all of Harry's childhood memories with the Dursleys. Minerva had forseen that one, and the revelation that Sirius Black was truly innocent of all charges made her feel relieved. Making her way to the fire she had floo called Amelia Bones and asked her to go ahead and bring the Potter accounts goblin if possible.
Cure me, free me, help me, see me
No more worry, no more losing
Save me, near me, help me, hear me
No more heartache, no misery
Cure me, free me, help me, see me
No more worry, no agony
Save me, near me, help me, hear me
No more heartache, no despairing (We despair)
Cure me, free me, help me, see me
No more worry, no repairing (No repair)

Harry, Hermione, and Minerva settled down and waited. Minerva fidgeting and mulling over everything she had seen in the untampered memories. Harry and Hermione didn't seem to understand the importance of line theft and what Albus and select Weasleys had done, she for one was livid and had count and breathe to keep her magic under control for fear that she may have destroyed the transfiguration wing. The children before knew she was upset, but she figured that with their muggle upbringing that she would have to explain the seriousness of the evidence that they had brought to her.
Freedom for me is all I'm really wanting, needing
Give me power to break out
I can't hold on for any longer
My time has come to end it all

Amelia Bones and King Ragnok entered her office through the Floo Network and Minerva explained what she had seen in the memories. The subsequent outbursts from both goblin and human voices rattled her office windows.
No one to blame, fate's only random
It's nothing we'll ever explain
So it remains

After explaining to Harry everything he needed to know and the small revelation that he had chosen a good soul mate, a true one, had left Harry a bit overwhelmed. He had kissed Hermione on the cheek sometime back and had started a soul bond. This shocked both Minerva and Amelia. The rest of the afternoon/evening had been a flurry of activity and planning to get back and keep the newly confidant and most definitely pissed off Harry Potter under the radar so he didn't blow the school up with accidental magic.
Where was I meant to be?
I feel I'm lost in a dream
Long for the day I can be myself
Free

Minerva felt that the song playing, "Unleashed" by Epica, described how she felt now. She was trapped, trying to help but under a shadow. Caged and not free. Teaching was something that she loved but there were so many rules to follow, and she had never been one to follow them in school. Just ask Poppy Pomfrey, Pomona Sprout, and Filius Flitwick. They had dirt on her and she on them. So many things seemed simpler years and years ago, before Tom Riddle and Gellert Grindlewald. She hated when people tried to take over a perfectly good world. Her father and grandfather would most definitely hear of this when she got home for the summer.
When will I be unleashed?
It's not the way it should be
Yearning again only to be myself
When I'm free

She was no longer herself; she didn't know what she was. Her best friend of many years and her boss had just been proven to do the unthinkable, and so she blasted her music. That was her escape and Mother Earth herself wouldn't be safe entering the Scottish womans chambers at the current moment in time.
Unleash my consciousness

She felt betrayed and angry. Harry was a young boy who had seen more than most adults her age, a mere 68 years old, or even Dumbledore's 150 years. She didn't understand how someone could be so cruel to a young boy. None at all.
When I'm free
When my sun has set
Released my soul forever
I'll have no regret
To be free
I'll exist again
No more lost endeavors
Nothing to contend
When I'm free