Minerva in Wonderland


Anon a sudden silence won,

In fancy they pursue

The dream-child moving through a land

Of wonders wild and new,

In friendly chat with bird or beast –

And half believe it true.

Minerva in Wonderland

Minerva McGonagall was beginning to get very tired sitting by her husband on the bank, and of nothing to do. She watched lazily when a white rabbit with pink eyes ran close to her. There was nothing so remarkable about that, nor did Minerva think it so much out of the ordinary to hear the rabbit say to itself, "Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late." You see in this little world around her cottage she was quite used to seeing the magical and bizarre.

Starting to her feet, for it flashed her mind that a quick game of chase would awake her from the sleepy spell of the sun. Transforming, Minerva dashed across the field after it, and was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge. In another moment down went Minerva after it, in all her competitiveness not once considering how in the world she was to get out again.

Chapter 1: Down the rabbit hole

The rabbit-hole was more like a tunnel; it went straight for quite some way, before suddenly dipping, so suddenly that Minerva had not a moment to think before she found herself reverted back into her human form and falling. Now dear reader either this void was extremely large or gravity was not correctly working. Looking down Minerva noticed only darkness; yet the walls were covered in cupboards and bookshelves. Finally having time to control her panic and convert back to her usual calmness Minerva stared fondly at the many tins of ginger newts littering the walls. Yet she didn't dare take one, her slight paranoia had settled in when she had finished her auror training.

"Well," Minerva spoke aloud tartly. "After a fall like this, I won't think anything of tripping over that trap stair anymore." She was growing increasingly bored.

"Albus will think me so foolish, when I get out of here! He is sure to laugh." She felt herself begin to get dizzy as incoherent thoughts entered her head.

"Why do cats chase bats?" "Why would bats chase cats?" "Could a bat chase a cat Minerva?" Suddenly Minerva felt herself hit a pile of leaves centered in the middle of a large white room filled with many different colored doors.

(To be continued!)