The Next Generation

Mistakes

Professor McGonagall's P. O. V-
I didn't know why Sybil had called me to her room at eight in the evening. I silently told myself that if she tries to trick me into increasing her salary by telling me a bunch of baloney about how Mars was in a particular orbit I will curse her.
When I walked into the heavily perfumed Chamber I saw her in a daze. She was sitting in her armchair and looked as though she was about to have a fit.
"Professor?"
She gripped her throat and made weird gurgling noises, as if having a seizure.
Then she spoke, and her words chilled me to the bone.

***

Albus turned in his fitful sleep.

"Crucio!"
The second woman writhed in agony, screams filled the otherwise quiet hall.

Albus could feel it. He could feel the pain. It was beyond anything he had ever felt. His very nerves were on fire. Searing pain. Excruciating pain. He was panting. He was slowly slipping away...
'No!' He told himself. He needed to find out what this crazy woman was up to. He struggled to remain conscious while around a hundred rusted daggers pierced his gut.
Then calm. Sudden and blissfully welcome.

"You dare question my ways?"
The second woman growled and bowed reluctantly. "My Lady."
She turned back to Fenrir. This girl was becoming a nuisance. But they needed her, it wouldn't be prudent to dispose her off just yet, she thought as the second Lady moved out of the room.

Every part of her spoke of authority. She was the supreme power.
Albus could see she was talking to a werewolf but suddenly he couldn't hear anything. He could see her lips moving, his eyes widening in shock as he tried to argue and then-

"Silence, creature. Do you know why I insist so? You think I'm not aware of our weakness, Fenrir?"

Fenrir? Fenrir Greyback? Oh Merlin this couldn't be good.

"You obviously know, My Lady, but-"
"Then speak no further."
The werewolf whimpered.
"But My Lady our allies grow restless and I even heard a few of them deliberating backing off because they didn't want to risk their lives so early in the Mission. They believe this venture could cost them their lives."
"Pitiful lives." She said. "And I wouldn't term them as allies. They are but tools. Pieces of filth which shall act as a fuel for my final plan.
"However if you think they need more persuasion then tell them that I have my reasons and I would rather no one knew."
The werewolf tensed. His plan of trying to pry out information had failed. He was none too wiser then any of their acquaintances and he too was laying assault with no idea if he'll return. He decided it was time for direct interrogation.
"Of course. Of course, my lady, but I too must confess my meager mind fails so understand the genius of your plan, of you could so much as elaborate, a tiny hint, no more, then perhaps I coul-"
He faltered on seeing there look in her eyes. She was looking at him with a maniacal intensity. If looks could kill...
"Nicely phrased, I'll give you that." She mused.

What the hell?! What was this lady? One moment she's staring daggers at him, the next she's all impressed about the way he's trying to get information out of her. Mental, that one, albus thought.

"On the night a fortnight hence, I plan to send you and... Her, along with our spy posted at the Castle for a very special Mission. You shall kidnap Potter. Bring him to me. Let him burn in the inferno of my loss. Then it is that The Chosen One will understand how it feels to have lost a loved one."