Why I'm so Cross:

Another Love Confessional from Minerva McGonagall

I was just a young girl when I began going to the pier to watch the ships come into port. It was there that I found myself, and I found my first love.

He was tall, dark, and handsome, just like every witch or woman wanted, and had dark eyes that looked like they were dark diamonds. Everything about him was wonderful, and he treated me well. His name was Rob, and he wasn't from around here.

Rob came by to see me every time he was in town, and when he stayed back, we'd spend hours together, just walking around or talking. Neither of us spoke of our careers, but it didn't matter: we were friends.

About six months into the friendship, Rob surprised me. We were in the park enjoying a beverage when he leaned over and kissed me. It was my first time, and it felt magical. Neither of us wanted to stop, so we kept going, and going, until finally our clothing was laying around the base of a tree and we were doing something more magical than any spell or potion.

About two months later, I noticed a change in myself. My stomach wouldn't hold anything, and Rob noticed immediately. We had made love a few times, and he said that I was probably with child. I was shocked, never having heard where babies came from. They came from us, and our fun. He was right, but I was wrong.

The school thought nothing of it, but Rob did. He split from town as soon as he could and never came back, even after I grew large and could feel movement, or when I started craving dirt-flavored beans. He was never there. I felt so alone, and so cold that nothing could keep me from crying, particularly when the pains came. They started just before I took to bed, but I thought nothing of it, until the next morning. I called a doctor, and just in time. I delivered the baby just as he walked through the door.

"It's a boy," he smiled.

"I do not want it," I said sternly. I was furious where most new mothers would be happy. "He did this to me! Look at this!" I screamed, putting my hands on my blood-soaked bed sheets. I nearly died in the weeks after because of an infection, but Rob was nowhere to be found. My doctor found a widow to place the baby with, and a wet nurse to nurse him, but I wanted nothing to do with it.

About three weeks after I gave birth, Rob returned trying to tell me he was sorry, among other things. He wanted me back and told me anything he could to keep me, but my decision was made: I wanted nothing more to do with any man, particularly Rob, and I made it clear. Trying to harm him was the first time I used my abilities in public, and the Ministry of Magic was furious with me, but luckily I had stunned Rob so that he couldn't remember and no one else saw the incident.

Now, I'm alone, and proud, but most of all happy that I will never have to endure that again.

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Severus closed the book quietly. He had found it in her private drawer, and he was addicted, not only to reading such smut, but to her life story. He felt that she was cross because of this man, and he felt sorry for both her and the child, who would likely never know she was his mother. Severus then decided to try to find him, but with no luck. Her doctor died and so had the widow by now, he thought. So, he let the journal's mysteries lie untouched…for now.

A/N: Rob is Rob from Tribe, if anyone wanted to know [that is why this is a crossover]. Feel free to review, and…sequels are in the works.