Post by silvertabby on Mar 1, 2008 8:52:25 GMT -5
Christmas…Christmas again and stars and Christmas trees and mistletoe… yet he was alone…people were happy all around…
Albus Dumbledore was walking blindly through the castle, in the dead of the night. Nobody could be up and out now. It was Christmas. He would meet no one…
A sob. He heard a sob. Somewhere in the castle someone was crying. Perhaps a student, he thought.
She brushed a stray lock out of her face, then brought her hand to her face, so that her sobs would not be heard… She didn’t have the right to cry…No one should ever know she was crying…crouched on the marble steps of a stair, in the dark of the night, somewhere in the Hogwarts castle.
Her professional life was very successful, and this was the side she let people know…But tbhere is always a price for everything…the price had been her privet life…there was no space for her to have a privet life… and now she cloud see herself for what she was. She was an old spinster…she had looked in the mirror and seen a face that made her tremble. And brought her here on the stairs. Nobpody cared if she lifed or died…she remembered…she remembered how she had wished all her life to have children…,babys of her own…to hear the word’ mother’…dreams… dreams she didn’t fulfill, yet never let go…even if she knew it was to late for them to ever happen…And then…it was thwe headmaster…she had no right to fall in love with him. He would never love her? Why would he love her?! He was the greatest wizard of all times…and she was 70. It was true, that was leszs than half his age…but for a witch it was much.
‘Minerva?’
She felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned slowly to face none other than Albus Dumbledore.
He asked no questions, he just sat down near her, one arm around her sholders and the other on her knee.
She wasn’t crying anymore.
One hour later found them sitting on the stairs, her head against his shoulder, his arm around her waist.
And this was the way Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Nevile, Luna, Fred and George found them.
Albus Dumbledore was walking blindly through the castle, in the dead of the night. Nobody could be up and out now. It was Christmas. He would meet no one…
A sob. He heard a sob. Somewhere in the castle someone was crying. Perhaps a student, he thought.
She brushed a stray lock out of her face, then brought her hand to her face, so that her sobs would not be heard… She didn’t have the right to cry…No one should ever know she was crying…crouched on the marble steps of a stair, in the dark of the night, somewhere in the Hogwarts castle.
Her professional life was very successful, and this was the side she let people know…But tbhere is always a price for everything…the price had been her privet life…there was no space for her to have a privet life… and now she cloud see herself for what she was. She was an old spinster…she had looked in the mirror and seen a face that made her tremble. And brought her here on the stairs. Nobpody cared if she lifed or died…she remembered…she remembered how she had wished all her life to have children…,babys of her own…to hear the word’ mother’…dreams… dreams she didn’t fulfill, yet never let go…even if she knew it was to late for them to ever happen…And then…it was thwe headmaster…she had no right to fall in love with him. He would never love her? Why would he love her?! He was the greatest wizard of all times…and she was 70. It was true, that was leszs than half his age…but for a witch it was much.
‘Minerva?’
She felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned slowly to face none other than Albus Dumbledore.
He asked no questions, he just sat down near her, one arm around her sholders and the other on her knee.
She wasn’t crying anymore.
One hour later found them sitting on the stairs, her head against his shoulder, his arm around her waist.
And this was the way Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Nevile, Luna, Fred and George found them.
