She could try wishing for sheer dumb luck
A HariPo drabble
Note: The Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not me. A completely random idea I had and wrote during English class. ;D Read, review, and enjoy!
Minerva McGonagall swallowed the mouthful of mead she had. The drink felt like sludge as it tried to get past the lump in her throat. But what was she to do? It was not as though she could choke on it, and she certainly couldn't drown from so little liquid.
Merlin, drowning would be a welcome option these days.
A chill crept up her spine as she looked at the letter on her desk in her study. It was a short piece of parchment in the usual green ink, but this time the green ink meant something differently altogether. The story was something entirely new, and the letter read:
To all returning Hogwarts staff—
Attendance is mandatory if you are of pureblood or acceptable half-blood lineage. There will be no pay raises except in the case of the Disciplinary Committee.
The Disciplinary Committee is new to Hogwarts this year for the purpose of instilling a new sense of pride in the new generation of the Wizarding world. Though attendance is mandatory for pureblood or acceptable half-blood students, as well, not all students will see the error of their ways in supporting Harry Potter. Those who support Harry Potter will be dealt with appropriately. Those who do not learn their lesson the first time will be handled in such a way that they do.
Those of you wishing to join the Disciplinary Committee may owl me before your arrival.
The letter went on to mention the handful of usual dates—arrival, Hogsmeade trips (what a fright they'd be this year), so on and so forth. But what boiled Minerva's blood was that final salutation:
Severus T. Snape
Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
The witch shook her head and shut her eyes tightly. Good blasted Godric, what now? What did she do now? "Mandatory attendance" was a load of hippogriff excrement when compared to the option of running away. But now what? Did she return to a castle to which unfamiliar shadows now clung? Did she unpack in an office that would no longer feel like home? Did she dare sully the position of Deputy Headmistress by working under the likes of him? Truthfully, it all came down to one question that mattered:
Did she dare abandon those children?
The query gave her pause. She was concerned for her own safety, of course, but really…there was no question. These kids—these kids were her life. Here they were, in 1997, on the brink of 1998, and Minerva was questioning whether decades of her dedication to these young witches and wizards were worth it? It had to be, for her to drive herself nuts all these years trying to teach them.
She could never run away and abandon them.
With a shaking form, she bustled about to and fro and hastily gathered her things. She downed one more glass of mead before heading out the door. She'd need all the courage and strength she had if she were to protect these young minds.
Even if it cost Minerva her reputation, her sanity…
Or her life.
A brief look into that summer before Deathly Hallows for Minerva...interesting to know what the other teachers thought, actually. ...hmm. I smell other plot bunnies developing. And yeah, even McGonagall probably had her nerve tested.
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