Post by Sensiblyquirky on Apr 8, 2006 12:30:13 GMT -5
Title: Lover’s Laughter, like Music
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
Rating: All are ok.
A/N: This is loosely based off the Sound of Music, and I mean loosely.
Albus Dumbledore was a man of stature, not an apollo beauty, but distinguished with his strong jaw hidden under a beard of auburn hue that dominated his coloring and further highlighted his bright blue eyes. He came into our lives one summer looking for solace from a life of renown since his defeat of the last dark wizard a few years prior to his residence in our household.
Our parents had lost their lives during the same war which provided Albus a chance to prove his extraordinary power outside of the classroom. A professor at Hogwarts he came to our home intending to tutor my younger sister, Diana, for the summer to better prepare her for her first year at the aforementioned school. A little behind I thought a summer of study would be best, though Diana protested loudly every day she dared.
Albus was an unusual man, and at first he grated on my nerves and patience to an extent that I regretted my hiring of him. Prone to escapades to rival many boys significantly younger than he, his age being eighty years my senior, I began to worry about his mental capacity.
I watched from the shadows as he transformed my sister into a brighter, happier girl than she had been in some years. His technique was unorthodox, once including a day of tree climbing that left Diana short of an appropriate dress to wear due to the tearing of the branches.
I scolded when I could, but neither pupil nor teacher carried much for my diatribes. Professor Dumbledore went so far as to question my beliefs on many occasions, which only served to increase my ire. But like Diana I could not resist all his charms.
One day I returned from business to find them soaked to the bone after a frightful fall in the lake near our Scottish home, angry that another of Diana’s dress’ were ruined I briskly walked to them and ordered Diana inside. I intended to relief Professor Dumbledore of his position in my household, but he argued calmly but fiercely for Diana’s need of freedom and fun.
I dismissed him only to hear Diana return singing, something she swore to give up the day we lost our dear mother who would sing her way through a day. I stood staring at my sister in disbelief until an unknown force compelled me to sing along with her. It was a song my mother would sing to us, as hers had sung to her and I looked on Albus Dumbledore in a new light.
Apologizing I retracted my dismissal and asked him to stay and he did. The stern façade I had adopted once I became the head of my now small family began to melt away when I joined Albus and Diana for the day. Neither did the nights begin to feel as long for I would make excuses to sit with them until Diana retired to bed, and some nights Albus and I would remain by the fire discussing the finer points of Chess or Transfiguration, both close to our hearts.
Mine and Albus’ glances grew longer, as did our evenings, but summer drew to a close before it was welcomed and our tutor was forced to return to his school for the new term. Diana followed not long after he left, happy not to be separated from her beloved tutor longer than was necessary.
I was left to inhabit a solitary home, devoid of the laughter that had as of late filled the air. Though the change that had come over me did not recede I was not as happy without the tutor and my sister for company. One night when the air outside was a bit warmer I chose to walk over the gardens attached to our home only to encounter a figure I had longed to see.
Albus and I kept a respectable distance but I could not help reflecting on what I had missed, “I’ve missed the laughter, Diana,” but I stopped before continuing.
Albus closed our distance and grasped my arms lightly, “I’ve missed you,” he murmured huskily as he trailed soft kisses on my jaw.
“And I you…oh how can this be happening to me,” I whispered aloud my thought, I who had been sure that such happiness would not grace me again in life.
“I have a cottage in Hogsmeade,” he began once he broke from our first kiss, “come live there. Marry me.”
“Diana,” I stated wanting to talk with her first.
“Has already approved. Marry me, Minerva.”
I did as requested, having no other desire in my heart.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
Rating: All are ok.
A/N: This is loosely based off the Sound of Music, and I mean loosely.
Albus Dumbledore was a man of stature, not an apollo beauty, but distinguished with his strong jaw hidden under a beard of auburn hue that dominated his coloring and further highlighted his bright blue eyes. He came into our lives one summer looking for solace from a life of renown since his defeat of the last dark wizard a few years prior to his residence in our household.
Our parents had lost their lives during the same war which provided Albus a chance to prove his extraordinary power outside of the classroom. A professor at Hogwarts he came to our home intending to tutor my younger sister, Diana, for the summer to better prepare her for her first year at the aforementioned school. A little behind I thought a summer of study would be best, though Diana protested loudly every day she dared.
Albus was an unusual man, and at first he grated on my nerves and patience to an extent that I regretted my hiring of him. Prone to escapades to rival many boys significantly younger than he, his age being eighty years my senior, I began to worry about his mental capacity.
I watched from the shadows as he transformed my sister into a brighter, happier girl than she had been in some years. His technique was unorthodox, once including a day of tree climbing that left Diana short of an appropriate dress to wear due to the tearing of the branches.
I scolded when I could, but neither pupil nor teacher carried much for my diatribes. Professor Dumbledore went so far as to question my beliefs on many occasions, which only served to increase my ire. But like Diana I could not resist all his charms.
One day I returned from business to find them soaked to the bone after a frightful fall in the lake near our Scottish home, angry that another of Diana’s dress’ were ruined I briskly walked to them and ordered Diana inside. I intended to relief Professor Dumbledore of his position in my household, but he argued calmly but fiercely for Diana’s need of freedom and fun.
I dismissed him only to hear Diana return singing, something she swore to give up the day we lost our dear mother who would sing her way through a day. I stood staring at my sister in disbelief until an unknown force compelled me to sing along with her. It was a song my mother would sing to us, as hers had sung to her and I looked on Albus Dumbledore in a new light.
Apologizing I retracted my dismissal and asked him to stay and he did. The stern façade I had adopted once I became the head of my now small family began to melt away when I joined Albus and Diana for the day. Neither did the nights begin to feel as long for I would make excuses to sit with them until Diana retired to bed, and some nights Albus and I would remain by the fire discussing the finer points of Chess or Transfiguration, both close to our hearts.
Mine and Albus’ glances grew longer, as did our evenings, but summer drew to a close before it was welcomed and our tutor was forced to return to his school for the new term. Diana followed not long after he left, happy not to be separated from her beloved tutor longer than was necessary.
I was left to inhabit a solitary home, devoid of the laughter that had as of late filled the air. Though the change that had come over me did not recede I was not as happy without the tutor and my sister for company. One night when the air outside was a bit warmer I chose to walk over the gardens attached to our home only to encounter a figure I had longed to see.
Albus and I kept a respectable distance but I could not help reflecting on what I had missed, “I’ve missed the laughter, Diana,” but I stopped before continuing.
Albus closed our distance and grasped my arms lightly, “I’ve missed you,” he murmured huskily as he trailed soft kisses on my jaw.
“And I you…oh how can this be happening to me,” I whispered aloud my thought, I who had been sure that such happiness would not grace me again in life.
“I have a cottage in Hogsmeade,” he began once he broke from our first kiss, “come live there. Marry me.”
“Diana,” I stated wanting to talk with her first.
“Has already approved. Marry me, Minerva.”
I did as requested, having no other desire in my heart.
