(this was a request sent in on the old book, so I've tweaked it and put it in here. I'm really sorry I can't remember who sent it in but if you're reading this now, I'm sorry I forgot your name:)
Set in: Chamber of Secrets
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"I love this place, but it's haunted, without you"
'Finally, some peace and quiet'
Minerva enjoyed the silence up in the astronomy tower, as she was finally left to welcome her own thoughts. However, the chilly air brought her back to reality. After a long and stressful day, Minerva, at last, had some time to breathe.
Teaching was becoming a hassle. Minerva had already had to break up three fights this morning- all before even making it down to the great hall. She had given out 5 detentions and she couldn't stand those insufferable Slytherins, thinking they rule the roost! To say she was worn out was an understatement.
'I can't keep us this act forever'
On the outside, Minerva McGonagall was not a woman to be crossed, with an arched brow that would send chills down the Dark Lord's back. She was strong and independent, always keeping a stiff upper lip.
But this was all a facade.
Deep down, Minerva was simply lonely. She was alone, no one to truly care for her. With two failed love lives under her belt, she thought she'd never find someone to spend her life with.
Taking out a pack of cigarettes she'd confiscated earlier, she didn't even think twice before taking out a box of matches and lighting one. With the fag between her lips, she took a long drag before exhaling; a bubble of smoke surrounding her.
'If I'm going to be alone, might as well try something new' she rolled her eyes, taking another drag.
A few stray tears slipped from her eyes, momentarily blurring her vision, as she realised how alone she was in this world. More tears began to fall, her soft whimpering cutting the cold air. Before she knew it, she was looking off the edge of the Astronomy Tower, and the darkness below. All of her failures and screw-ups replayed in her mind. Every bad grade, every failed lover, every bad memory she had; resurfaced, tipping her over the edge.
"Stop!"
Eyes clouded with emotion, she lumped down against the rallying, cigarette still smouldering as she cried her heart out, completely breaking down.
This went on for what seemed like hours until she felt strong arms lift her from the ground and encase her in a warm hug. Looking up, she nearly died when she realised who it was.
Albus Dumbledore.
Her mind was running at ninety, embarrassed that he's seen her at her lowest. Minerva McGonagall never showed her emotions and didn't know how to cope with others seeing her as weak.
