Post by minniebumblebee on Jul 14, 2006 21:28:27 GMT -5
Summary: Albus and Minerva Dumbledore have worried themselves sick about a certain ten year old girl. They come face to face with their terrible mistake, the same mistake that changed Harry’s life…
Disclaimer: Oh you can’t be serious! If I owned them, don’t you think I’d have something better to do?! Just kidding…
Dear Professors’ ,
I wanted to tell you that I’ve gotten out of the hospital. The docters say that if I rest, my leg will be better in no time! So you don’t have to worry. On a lighter note, how are things at Hogwarts? I hope Fawks is doing well. Please write me back soon!
Yours truly,
Anastasia
P.S. Forgive me for not telling you sooner about my accident.
Minerva closed the letter with trembling hands. ‘Anastasia has been hurt.. again.’ she thought sadly. ‘Almost every month she’s hurt again, but she heals so quickly.’ Minerva got up wearily from her comfortable couch. She shivered as she saw the fire die out. “Incendeo.” Minerva muttered as she pointed her wand at the fireplace. At once it burst into brilliant flames. She walked out of her chambers satisfied. Minerva was now heading to the Great Hall for dinner.
As she passed the babbling students she wondered angrily why Anastasia was hurt yet again. How could a girl get wounded once a month? She was only ten, and already had more injuries than Albus and her put together. The witch shock her head, this was getting ridiculous! What was that man doing for poor Anastasia?
Minerva went into the Great Hall, still wondering about Anastasia’s well being. Her stormy eyes immediately feel on her best friend, former mentor, boss, and husband Albus Dumbledore. He meet her gaze instantly with a small smile. She walked quickly past the Gryffindores and Ravenclaws who where both talking about today’s quidditch match. She finally at down mutely by Albus, not really bothering to fix herself a plate. She just stared out at nothing in particular, eyes shinning with tears. Albus of course noticed Minerva’s odd behavior.
“Min dear, what is wrong?” he asked as Minerva held his hand under the table. Minerva turned her head to face Albus, half wishing he would just hold her. She chocked back a sob as she said the name “Anastasia.” Albus’ body had gone ridged, his face grew pale, eyes alarmed. “What has happened to her?” He squeezed her hand. Minerva bit her lip before saying “She has been released from the hospital for a broken arm. Albus what is happening to her?” Minerva forgot herself completely, and put her head on Albus’ shoulder, sobbing uncontrollable. Anastasia never deserved such pain.
Albus stood, politely apologized to the staff for his abrupt departure, and half walked half carried Minerva out. She had gotten some control when the where in her chambers. Albus sat her down on the couch beside him. Minerva sniffled as she stared into the fire.
“Now Minerva, how do you-?” he stopped as he saw a letter addressed to Minerva and himself. He picked it up from off the floor. His crystal blue eyes darted back and forth quickly as he looked over Anastasia’s letter.
“Oh dear…” Albus murmured as he put the letter back down on the couch. He took off his glasses and wearily rubbed his eyes.
“Albus, I want her back..” Minerva whispered. She hadn’t taken her eyes away from the fire, her tears glistened as the light hit her face. Albus put his glasses back on and turned to her. “I beg your pardon?”
“I said,” Minerva spoke forcing herself to act calmly. “I want her back.”
“Minerva I-” She gave him an icy glare before snarling.
“Albus I don’t want to hear you say ‘Its for her own safety’! That’s the same bloody thing you sad about Harry!” Minerva knew she must have hurt his feelings, and for that she was truly sorry. However this was a matter of the utmost importance. Who knew what could happen to Anastasia next?
“Minerva I feel the same way, but lets think this through rationally…” Albus stated as he stood up to follow Minerva into her rooms. She was putting on her cloak. “Where are you going?”
Minerva stomped over to the fireplace, and took some floo powder in her hand. She then proceeded to through it into the fireplace.
“Andromeda Village Home!” She barked.
“Albus, Anastasia is our daughter, you can’t possible expect me to sit here and know she’s getting hurt!” With a burst of green flames she was gone. Leaving a confused and slightly hurt wizard behind…
Disclaimer: Oh you can’t be serious! If I owned them, don’t you think I’d have something better to do?! Just kidding…
Dear Professors’ ,
I wanted to tell you that I’ve gotten out of the hospital. The docters say that if I rest, my leg will be better in no time! So you don’t have to worry. On a lighter note, how are things at Hogwarts? I hope Fawks is doing well. Please write me back soon!
Yours truly,
Anastasia
P.S. Forgive me for not telling you sooner about my accident.
Minerva closed the letter with trembling hands. ‘Anastasia has been hurt.. again.’ she thought sadly. ‘Almost every month she’s hurt again, but she heals so quickly.’ Minerva got up wearily from her comfortable couch. She shivered as she saw the fire die out. “Incendeo.” Minerva muttered as she pointed her wand at the fireplace. At once it burst into brilliant flames. She walked out of her chambers satisfied. Minerva was now heading to the Great Hall for dinner.
As she passed the babbling students she wondered angrily why Anastasia was hurt yet again. How could a girl get wounded once a month? She was only ten, and already had more injuries than Albus and her put together. The witch shock her head, this was getting ridiculous! What was that man doing for poor Anastasia?
Minerva went into the Great Hall, still wondering about Anastasia’s well being. Her stormy eyes immediately feel on her best friend, former mentor, boss, and husband Albus Dumbledore. He meet her gaze instantly with a small smile. She walked quickly past the Gryffindores and Ravenclaws who where both talking about today’s quidditch match. She finally at down mutely by Albus, not really bothering to fix herself a plate. She just stared out at nothing in particular, eyes shinning with tears. Albus of course noticed Minerva’s odd behavior.
“Min dear, what is wrong?” he asked as Minerva held his hand under the table. Minerva turned her head to face Albus, half wishing he would just hold her. She chocked back a sob as she said the name “Anastasia.” Albus’ body had gone ridged, his face grew pale, eyes alarmed. “What has happened to her?” He squeezed her hand. Minerva bit her lip before saying “She has been released from the hospital for a broken arm. Albus what is happening to her?” Minerva forgot herself completely, and put her head on Albus’ shoulder, sobbing uncontrollable. Anastasia never deserved such pain.
Albus stood, politely apologized to the staff for his abrupt departure, and half walked half carried Minerva out. She had gotten some control when the where in her chambers. Albus sat her down on the couch beside him. Minerva sniffled as she stared into the fire.
“Now Minerva, how do you-?” he stopped as he saw a letter addressed to Minerva and himself. He picked it up from off the floor. His crystal blue eyes darted back and forth quickly as he looked over Anastasia’s letter.
“Oh dear…” Albus murmured as he put the letter back down on the couch. He took off his glasses and wearily rubbed his eyes.
“Albus, I want her back..” Minerva whispered. She hadn’t taken her eyes away from the fire, her tears glistened as the light hit her face. Albus put his glasses back on and turned to her. “I beg your pardon?”
“I said,” Minerva spoke forcing herself to act calmly. “I want her back.”
“Minerva I-” She gave him an icy glare before snarling.
“Albus I don’t want to hear you say ‘Its for her own safety’! That’s the same bloody thing you sad about Harry!” Minerva knew she must have hurt his feelings, and for that she was truly sorry. However this was a matter of the utmost importance. Who knew what could happen to Anastasia next?
“Minerva I feel the same way, but lets think this through rationally…” Albus stated as he stood up to follow Minerva into her rooms. She was putting on her cloak. “Where are you going?”
Minerva stomped over to the fireplace, and took some floo powder in her hand. She then proceeded to through it into the fireplace.
“Andromeda Village Home!” She barked.
“Albus, Anastasia is our daughter, you can’t possible expect me to sit here and know she’s getting hurt!” With a burst of green flames she was gone. Leaving a confused and slightly hurt wizard behind…
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