I believe in green eyes
rate: T
disclaimer: nothing belongs to me
This fic is about what happens at Hogwarts in Harry's seventh year, in his absence. Quite creepy. Child abuse, torture, physical , and worse, psychical. Protecting the students of Hogwarts lies heavy on McGonagall's shoulders. She's in more pain than the others, being treated like dirt, seeing her students being hurt by the death eaters, and most of all feeling she's disappointing Him. Will she stand against the wind, or are they all lost? not to much Ad/Mm in this chapter, but more than you can take in following ones, in a rather disturbing way, but...

'He has taken over the ministry' Kingsly's words echoed in the big and empty room 'Scrimger's dead. The new minister's under the imperious curse. He's coming there now. I heard he has to put someone easier to govern, instead of you. They all know you were to close to Dumbledore to be on their side, and I might say you're rather famed for being someone really hard to frighten or imperious.'
'Keep your head down, Minerva.' he added before the patronus disappeared.

The Headmistress sat looking at the place where the patronus had been, for a few seconds. Then she stud up and straitened her robes. The previous headmasters were all staring at her, except for Dumbledore, who was still asleep...untroubled...in another world.

She sighed and started descending the gargoyle staircase, as she had done for so many years, but back then it had been Dumbledore's office, now it was hers. She was headmistress of hogwarts, and by the looks of it not for much longer. She had welcome the minister. No, she corrected herself, she had to welcome the minister's puppet, for she knew far to well who was the minister of magic.

She walked down the deserted corridors, hearing only the sound of her high heeled boots on the marble floor.
'Minerva!' came Flitwick's shriek. He was now deputy headmaster. He and the other teachers were all standing in the entrance hall, looking at her.
'The minister is on his way' she informed the other teachers.
Some of them nodded. Everybody was looking pale and nervous, even scared.
'We should get into the great hall' she said.

They all moved towards the big doors, none of them spoak.
The Headmistress was standing in front of the entrance doors, looking out the window at the green loans. It was so much, so much already. Snape's trethery, Dumbledore's death, the ministry's fall...What was going to happen next?

Some figures appeared in the distance. They were heading towards the school.
'They're coming' she said to Flitwick who had just come out of the great hall.
'Oh, my God!' shrieked the little wizard.

Indeed, she herseld felt the urge to shriek, but not out of shock, out of anger, for by the new minister' side was gloriously pacing none other than Severus Snape, the murdShe couldn't believe he was back after all that had happened. And she was supposed to welcome him, even f at the moment, her greatest wish was to curse him dead. She bit her lip painfully. after what seemed an eternity to her, they reached the entrance doors. They had entered the school.

'Good evening, minister' she managed to say in a perfectly stiff voice, trying not to look at Snape's smirk.
'Good evening, professor...'
'McGonagall' she said. How very polite of him! She wasn't quite a nobody after all, though by far not as well known as Dumbledore, she was one of the seven registered animaguses of the century, and that was something, and every ministry employee up to the age of 52 was bound to have had her as a teacher. But than again what was to be expected from a man under the imperious curse.

'So, we may proceed.' said the minister. I would like to ask you a few questions, madam.'
'Yes?' she replied crisply.
'So...first of all, what is your full name, professor?'
'Minerva Maria McGonagall'
'Date of birth?'
'October, the 4th, 1925.' she said rolling her eyes. At least he hadn't asked her how old she was.
'Hm... Blood states?'
'Pure blood.'
'Marital states?'
'Never married'

The minister and his escort started whispering.
'All seems right, madam. I am sorry to have to tell you, but we would prefer to have a male head of school.' said the minister.

'You are, of coarse, aware that Hogwarts has had other headmistresses over the years. I don't see how that makes any difference.'

'It does, actually. We think that a woman, being far more emotional and unstable than a man, wouldn't be a good choice for a head of school.'
She couldn't believe it. 'Emotional?! Unstable?! For Merlin's sake!' she thought.

'That's that. the position will be taken by Mr. Severus Snape. With you as deputy headmistress. So, every thing's solved, we shell leave.'

Prof. McGonagall looked as if he had just slapped her. Severus Snape?! Headmaster?!erer.