The Other Side

Saphron

Story Summary:

Professor Minerva McGonagall is kidnapped by Voldemort to be used in the upcoming war as a weapon. Now, she must either confront the manifestations of her past and her own conflicted feelings or tread a path of self-destruction that will lead to the devastation of everything she ever knew.

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The Other Side 00 Prologue

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This part belongs to me.  The characters hinted about are J. K. Rowling’s.  Please note that this is the version beta-read by the wonderful Christina Teresa from the Sugar Quill.  It probably won’t be changing again.  The same goes for the other chapters, except when otherwise noted.  Thanks for living by all these crazy changes! "If I'm wise, I will walk away, and gladly...  But sadly, I'm not wise. It's hard to talk away the memories...that you prize!"          ~ "In His Eyes"              from Jekyll and Hyde      It is not our job to dwell upon the might-have-beens.      It is not our job to consider what could happen, or what might happen.      Had you asked me that night whether I thought it could have ever happened, my answer would have been ‘No’.  I don’t believe anyone saw it coming.  But now as I look back, I see that it could have easily happened.  No, that isn’t right.  It had to happen.  Like attracts like.  Power is drawn to power.  Though I was the least prominent in the group, nevertheless, he realized my full potential for what it was.  But I’m talking like him now.  It should be, ‘He saw what I had within me, and decided to use it.’  And, ever the great manipulator, he used me as he saw fit for his purposes, and many people were hurt because of it.      How did he know?  I can’t speak for him; only he can do that, and he’s not here to plead his case.  I confess that I loved him a while back, but left him in terror and fury when he chose his path in life.  Was he using me then?  Did he know?  I don’t think so, and for the life of me, I hope not.  But when he rose again, he made me one of his first targets.  Not to kill, but to wield as a sword, an ally at his side as he would have me.  Who would have known?  Everyone naturally assumed he would be out for revenge, but yet again, they underestimated him as they did when he first rose to power.  Perhaps that was my fault for not telling the others of my ‘history’ with him.  Certainly, some knew, but it obviously didn’t come up in their minds.  As for myself, I had tried to forget it all, tried to deny the fact that it happened.  The young are foolish, they say.  But they have forgotten how foolish the old can be, as well.  For we are merely human, people living only to die later.  Still, I am glad to be alive today, though I feel I do not deserve it.