Post by emeraldeyes on Jul 19, 2005 22:33:46 GMT -5
This got a hold of me and wouldn't let go..written in about 20 minutes, sorry for spelling or grammer mistakes..**kate**
Albus Dumbledore was clad in a handsome set of sky blue dress robes, standing at the front of a large crowd of people. The sun was shining down upon him, warming his back, and the happiness of the witches and wizards surrounding him seemed to be contagious, as he felt a broad smile cover his face. He knew today was special... Today was the day he married her.
She was the one, and perhaps only, person who seemed to understand him, who seemed to care about him no matter what eccentric idea popped into his head. And she was the one that Albus Purcival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore had finally fallen in love with and chosen to take as a bride.
As the woman in white glided down the isle towards a waiting Albus, the crowd stilled, falling silent at her approach. A sheer veil put her lovely features into shadow, and her white, lacy dress clung lightly to her curves. A few of ringlets fell from beneath the veil, and their vibrant color shone in the bright sunlight that flooded the ground of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She, too, had longed for this day, had looked forward to it with hope since Professor Dumbledore had become her Transfigurations teacher at the end of her third year. Now was the moment that had seemed to be inevitable since the day she first laid eyes on him and his tall, slightly muscular frame, his auburn hair and his twinkling blue eyes... And it was finally happening...
At last, the woman stood before Albus, and as the head of the Wizengamot spoke the final vows, he felt like he would brust for loving her. When told that he could kiss his bride, Albus put on an extra twinkle and leaned forward to lift the veil...Only to discover....
Albus Dumbledore woke bathed in a cold sweat. He barely registered Minerva McGonagall-Dumbledore sitting up in bed beside him, so shocked was he from his dream - nay, nightmare!- and he flinched when she laid a soft hand on his chilled arm.
“Albus, whatever is the matter?” At last, Minerva’s accented voice cut through to his brain, and he swivelled his head to see her clearly in the moonlight from the window.
“Min...I..I just had the worst dream,” was all Albus managed to say. And although Minerva pressed him for further details, he felt as if what had happened in his dream could have somehow spoiled his and Minerva’s happy wedding day, all those years ago next to the lake. When Minerva didn’t continue to question him, Albus lay back down, wrapping his wife of forty years in his arms, and fell into a fitful slumber.
This went on for weeks, and Minerva was thankful that it was summertime, and that none of the students witnessed Albus, skin pale and eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep, walking the halls like a zombie. No matter how much his wife bugged him, Albus refused to admit to her the nightmares that were leaving him sleepless and drained.
One night, however, the dream went further that it had before. Albus had lifted the veil, and had actually leaned in to kiss the woman beneath it. The real Albus, once shaken awake by a worried looking Minerva, had still felt the slightly clammy, clingy lips on his, as though the woman in the bad dream had left a ghostly kiss upon his lips.
After that incident, Minerva knew that there must be something seriously wrong, and pestered her husband endlessly until he finally broke down and told her. When he had, Minerva understood exactly why Albus was losing sleep.
“Minerva..I keep dreaming that I’m married to Dolores Umbridge!”
From that point on, Minerva made sure that Albus either took his Dreamless Sleep potion every night, or saw to it that he got no sleep at all.
*Fin*
Albus Dumbledore was clad in a handsome set of sky blue dress robes, standing at the front of a large crowd of people. The sun was shining down upon him, warming his back, and the happiness of the witches and wizards surrounding him seemed to be contagious, as he felt a broad smile cover his face. He knew today was special... Today was the day he married her.
She was the one, and perhaps only, person who seemed to understand him, who seemed to care about him no matter what eccentric idea popped into his head. And she was the one that Albus Purcival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore had finally fallen in love with and chosen to take as a bride.
As the woman in white glided down the isle towards a waiting Albus, the crowd stilled, falling silent at her approach. A sheer veil put her lovely features into shadow, and her white, lacy dress clung lightly to her curves. A few of ringlets fell from beneath the veil, and their vibrant color shone in the bright sunlight that flooded the ground of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She, too, had longed for this day, had looked forward to it with hope since Professor Dumbledore had become her Transfigurations teacher at the end of her third year. Now was the moment that had seemed to be inevitable since the day she first laid eyes on him and his tall, slightly muscular frame, his auburn hair and his twinkling blue eyes... And it was finally happening...
At last, the woman stood before Albus, and as the head of the Wizengamot spoke the final vows, he felt like he would brust for loving her. When told that he could kiss his bride, Albus put on an extra twinkle and leaned forward to lift the veil...Only to discover....
Albus Dumbledore woke bathed in a cold sweat. He barely registered Minerva McGonagall-Dumbledore sitting up in bed beside him, so shocked was he from his dream - nay, nightmare!- and he flinched when she laid a soft hand on his chilled arm.
“Albus, whatever is the matter?” At last, Minerva’s accented voice cut through to his brain, and he swivelled his head to see her clearly in the moonlight from the window.
“Min...I..I just had the worst dream,” was all Albus managed to say. And although Minerva pressed him for further details, he felt as if what had happened in his dream could have somehow spoiled his and Minerva’s happy wedding day, all those years ago next to the lake. When Minerva didn’t continue to question him, Albus lay back down, wrapping his wife of forty years in his arms, and fell into a fitful slumber.
This went on for weeks, and Minerva was thankful that it was summertime, and that none of the students witnessed Albus, skin pale and eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep, walking the halls like a zombie. No matter how much his wife bugged him, Albus refused to admit to her the nightmares that were leaving him sleepless and drained.
One night, however, the dream went further that it had before. Albus had lifted the veil, and had actually leaned in to kiss the woman beneath it. The real Albus, once shaken awake by a worried looking Minerva, had still felt the slightly clammy, clingy lips on his, as though the woman in the bad dream had left a ghostly kiss upon his lips.
After that incident, Minerva knew that there must be something seriously wrong, and pestered her husband endlessly until he finally broke down and told her. When he had, Minerva understood exactly why Albus was losing sleep.
“Minerva..I keep dreaming that I’m married to Dolores Umbridge!”
From that point on, Minerva made sure that Albus either took his Dreamless Sleep potion every night, or saw to it that he got no sleep at all.
*Fin*
;D
Very, very funny...in a kind of scary kind of way. Great story.
