Red Streams from My Loves

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Red Streams from My Loves

By

Creative Genius 101

Dear Muse,

At the age I now am I have realized that I have actually lived a fairly full life. Now, I would like to take the time to tell you about it. I never much was into boys. Oh, not like that. I always looked for men. Boys my age always seemed to be too immature, too self-absorbed. Nothing seemed to matter to them except their latest conquest and who was going to win the next quidditch match. That was the problem with me and Tom. It didn't seem he'd ever understand why we didn't last beyond the traditional 6 months to a year relationship of the average teenager. The reason the relationship didn't work out was not because we were average, nor because our relationship was average. Tom and I both knew that we were much more than average. Heck, the whole world knew that and expected us to bring amazing, wonderful things into the world. I'm sure most of those who knew us personally or even just recognized who we were expected us to marry and bring brilliant, bright, little witches and wizards into the world. I'm sure, even a brilliant auburn-haired professor expected this. However, his story comes a little later. I broke up with Tom the day before graduation. I'm sure he was hurt, deeply hurt. In fact sometimes I blame myself for what happened later. Of course, that is later. Tom was still a boy; he wasn't even going to start his 6^th year till the fall after I graduated. I told him he was a boy and he begged me to wait for him. He didn't seem to be able to understand that it wasn't in years that he was a boy it was in maturity. We had a bitter fight and I didn't see him for several years. He never changed in maturity. In fact till he was gone, even when he was no longer Tom, he was still a little boy.

After I left Hogwarts I was on my own for several years. I enjoyed the freedom and the ability to make my own decisions. I often wondered about Tom and, occasionally, my mind would wander to the auburn-haired professor who had so generously imparted his knowledge upon me.

So, I lived my life. I even dated ever so briefly a delightful man who hid his true nature from eyes even as sharp as mine. This man was Gellert Grindelwald. I only dated him for a few months after I graduated. Of, course at this time he was being closely followed by my auburn-haired professor. I did not know this for when he met me he was always Malcolm only later, after my professor dueled him, and won did I find out his true identity. While the greatest wizards of the early 20^th century dueled I sat waiting for my Malcolm at a nice wizarding restaurant. It was the one who would turn out to be my true love. The love of my life, found me, sitting, drinking my 7^th cup of tea. It was he who told of how my Malcolm was really Gellert Grindlewald. He also told of how my love was sick in his mind and had to be stopped. He then relayed to me that he had actually not killed my lost love. With tears streaming down my face I asked where my love, my Malcolm was. He wrote down the prison on a scrap of parchment. I took it with my shaking hand and silently left.

I visited Gellert only once for he had told me not to come again. It took time but I finally got over him and moved on with my life. Two years after the infamous duel I was at work for a small, but respected, Transfiguration journal. Sitting in my small cubicle going over the final draft of an article I had written when I looked up and saw him. He was the same more or less since the last time I had seen him. To tell you the truth he hadn't changed much since the days when he had been my professor. He calmly said hello and asked if I would like to go have a bite to eat. I agreed and took an early lunch. We went to a quiet little café on a side street near Diagon Alley. After we had placed our lunch orders I asked why he had invited me to lunch. He told me that just recently had he been named Headmaster at Hogwarts and he now needed a replacement transfiguration professor. He had looked through a list of possible candidates the board of governors had suggested and then realized he knew of no better qualified candidate than me. Flattered as I was, I knew I must keep a level head on this topic. Eventually, I realized that it was the most sensible thing to do and, of course, I was honored to be chosen to replace this great man. With that I moved to Hogwarts in December of 1956.

Now, I must end right there as there have not been too many years between then and now, but mostly I need to end because I have a hunch that the young Sirius Black and James Potter are most likely out with their crew causing mischief and I really should go and stop them. Though, I did really like that last prank they pulled on the Slytherins where their quidditch robes were turned into girl ball robes. Of course, they shall never know that.

Adieu my muse,

Minerva

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