Post by ginger newts on Sept 25, 2004 18:10:19 GMT -5
So, "You're My Angel" belongs to Brooks & Dunn and if you don't know who the rest belongs to....*shakes head*
You’re My Angel
Albus Dumbledore hadn’t been himself since the night he finally told Harry Potter about the prophecy; he was sad and quiet and his eyes rarely twinkled. It broke Minerva McGonagall’s heart to see her best friend this way, she knew he was blaming himself for waiting too long, probably even blaming himself for the contents of the prophecy, as if he could have changed it. Minerva couldn’t stand to see Albus sitting around day after day beating himself up about it, so she did what she had done many times in the past, she set about trying to cheer him up. Others had tried, but given up after a small effort or two when they realized the Headmaster would rather be alone and wallow in his depression. Minerva, however, had never been one to give up, and having seen Albus through previous hard times she knew how to help him. She also knew how to do it without him noticing, or so she thought.
Over the next several weeks, Minerva stayed close to Albus at every possible opportunity. She, unlike the others, refused to tiptoe around him. Behaving as if nothing had happened, she continued their twice weekly chess games and their school planning sessions, she talked to him about Order business and discussed the Daily Prophet headlines with him over breakfast. Minerva made herself available to him so that when he became too weighted down with his grief he opened up to her. She sat and listened to him blame himself and then she lectured him about self pity and told him that there was nothing he could do to change the past or the future, that some things had to happen and all he could do was provide as much guidance as possible and then allow people to lead their lives. Minerva simply did not allow Albus to feel sorry for himself, not if she was around, which she almost constantly was.
Albus began to draw strength from Minerva’s presence, as he had so many times in the past. She never knew just how much her friendship and her unwavering loyalty meant to him. He knew what she was doing and at first he resisted, he refused to talk to her, even tried not to see her. That did not work, however, because he missed her too much. And so, he gave in and he let her spend time with him, let her treat him like a normal person – not like the all powerful, all knowing wizard everyone expected him to be, she treated him like a friend, like any man. Eventually, he opened up to her, told her everything that had been pressing on his heart for the past weeks and then, just as he had known she would, she gave him a stern lecture on how wrong he was and in so many words told him to get over himself. Albus knew she was right, knew that if he was going to have any success in guiding their world through the upcoming war he needed to get himself back on track. But he never could have done it without Minerva. She silently held him up when he needed her to and brought a sense of normalcy back to his shaky life, it was exactly what he needed.
By the beginning of August, Albus was beginning to feel better. He was thinking more clearly and his guilt over his actions toward Harry was abating. Instead, his thoughts turned to Minerva. He began to examine all of the difficult times in his life and realized that he never would have made it through the last fifty years or so without Minerva. Albus was grateful for everything she had done for him this summer and it made him realize that she had done the same thing many times over in the past. How had he never realized how much strength and comfort she gave him, how she always knew just what to say and do to help him through the hard times? He decided it was time he show her a little appreciation.
Minerva was a hard working and deeply caring woman whose efforts almost always went unnoticed by those around her. Partly because she never asked for or desired credit for the good she did and partly because she hid herself behind that stern, brisk, professor facade. But Albus had seen what was under the facade on several occasions, had seen Minerva open up, mainly when she was trying to help him. Now that he was feeling better, Albus thought it was time give the woman under the mask the attention she deserved. They were both very busy with the Order and getting ready for a new school year, but he managed to arrange a quiet evening for just the two of them.
One night, two weeks before school was to start again, Albus asked Minerva to meet him in his office at seven. He spent the entire day making sure everything was just right and then changed into his best robes and carefully combed his hair and beard, re-entering the office just as Minerva knocked. Albus opened the door and watched her face as it was slowly overtaken by surprise and confusion. Holding out his hand to her, he led her into the office and over to the table he had set up in front of the empty fire place. A single candle sat in the center of the table and he had placed a perfect red rose across her plate. Albus held out her chair and Minerva sat down gracefully, allowing him to push it in before raising the flower to her nose and breathing in the wonderful fragrance.
When he sat down across from her, she finally spoke, “Albus, this is wonderful, but what’s the occasion?”
“Well, I didn’t know I needed a reason to have dinner with my best friend, but since you asked I will tell you,” Albus smiled warmly and reached for her hand. “My dear, you have done so much for me these past weeks and I wanted to show you how much I appreciate it.” Raising his free hand to stop her protest, he continued, “Minerva, you are always there for me in hard times. Whenever I think I can’t go on any longer I find strength I didn’t know I had through you. You do so much for so many people and it always goes unnoticed, but I can no longer allow your efforts to remain unappreciated. It is well past time you know exactly how much you mean to me and how much I depend and rely on you.”
Minerva didn’t know what to say, so she fell back on her usual protestations, “That isn’t necessary, Albus. I haven’t done so much and besides you’ve helped me through hard times as well.”
“Well, I feel it is necessary. Will you indulge a crazy old man for one evening,” he grinned.
She shook her head and smiled, “Of course, Albus.”
You’re My Angel
Albus Dumbledore hadn’t been himself since the night he finally told Harry Potter about the prophecy; he was sad and quiet and his eyes rarely twinkled. It broke Minerva McGonagall’s heart to see her best friend this way, she knew he was blaming himself for waiting too long, probably even blaming himself for the contents of the prophecy, as if he could have changed it. Minerva couldn’t stand to see Albus sitting around day after day beating himself up about it, so she did what she had done many times in the past, she set about trying to cheer him up. Others had tried, but given up after a small effort or two when they realized the Headmaster would rather be alone and wallow in his depression. Minerva, however, had never been one to give up, and having seen Albus through previous hard times she knew how to help him. She also knew how to do it without him noticing, or so she thought.
Over the next several weeks, Minerva stayed close to Albus at every possible opportunity. She, unlike the others, refused to tiptoe around him. Behaving as if nothing had happened, she continued their twice weekly chess games and their school planning sessions, she talked to him about Order business and discussed the Daily Prophet headlines with him over breakfast. Minerva made herself available to him so that when he became too weighted down with his grief he opened up to her. She sat and listened to him blame himself and then she lectured him about self pity and told him that there was nothing he could do to change the past or the future, that some things had to happen and all he could do was provide as much guidance as possible and then allow people to lead their lives. Minerva simply did not allow Albus to feel sorry for himself, not if she was around, which she almost constantly was.
Albus began to draw strength from Minerva’s presence, as he had so many times in the past. She never knew just how much her friendship and her unwavering loyalty meant to him. He knew what she was doing and at first he resisted, he refused to talk to her, even tried not to see her. That did not work, however, because he missed her too much. And so, he gave in and he let her spend time with him, let her treat him like a normal person – not like the all powerful, all knowing wizard everyone expected him to be, she treated him like a friend, like any man. Eventually, he opened up to her, told her everything that had been pressing on his heart for the past weeks and then, just as he had known she would, she gave him a stern lecture on how wrong he was and in so many words told him to get over himself. Albus knew she was right, knew that if he was going to have any success in guiding their world through the upcoming war he needed to get himself back on track. But he never could have done it without Minerva. She silently held him up when he needed her to and brought a sense of normalcy back to his shaky life, it was exactly what he needed.
By the beginning of August, Albus was beginning to feel better. He was thinking more clearly and his guilt over his actions toward Harry was abating. Instead, his thoughts turned to Minerva. He began to examine all of the difficult times in his life and realized that he never would have made it through the last fifty years or so without Minerva. Albus was grateful for everything she had done for him this summer and it made him realize that she had done the same thing many times over in the past. How had he never realized how much strength and comfort she gave him, how she always knew just what to say and do to help him through the hard times? He decided it was time he show her a little appreciation.
Minerva was a hard working and deeply caring woman whose efforts almost always went unnoticed by those around her. Partly because she never asked for or desired credit for the good she did and partly because she hid herself behind that stern, brisk, professor facade. But Albus had seen what was under the facade on several occasions, had seen Minerva open up, mainly when she was trying to help him. Now that he was feeling better, Albus thought it was time give the woman under the mask the attention she deserved. They were both very busy with the Order and getting ready for a new school year, but he managed to arrange a quiet evening for just the two of them.
One night, two weeks before school was to start again, Albus asked Minerva to meet him in his office at seven. He spent the entire day making sure everything was just right and then changed into his best robes and carefully combed his hair and beard, re-entering the office just as Minerva knocked. Albus opened the door and watched her face as it was slowly overtaken by surprise and confusion. Holding out his hand to her, he led her into the office and over to the table he had set up in front of the empty fire place. A single candle sat in the center of the table and he had placed a perfect red rose across her plate. Albus held out her chair and Minerva sat down gracefully, allowing him to push it in before raising the flower to her nose and breathing in the wonderful fragrance.
When he sat down across from her, she finally spoke, “Albus, this is wonderful, but what’s the occasion?”
“Well, I didn’t know I needed a reason to have dinner with my best friend, but since you asked I will tell you,” Albus smiled warmly and reached for her hand. “My dear, you have done so much for me these past weeks and I wanted to show you how much I appreciate it.” Raising his free hand to stop her protest, he continued, “Minerva, you are always there for me in hard times. Whenever I think I can’t go on any longer I find strength I didn’t know I had through you. You do so much for so many people and it always goes unnoticed, but I can no longer allow your efforts to remain unappreciated. It is well past time you know exactly how much you mean to me and how much I depend and rely on you.”
Minerva didn’t know what to say, so she fell back on her usual protestations, “That isn’t necessary, Albus. I haven’t done so much and besides you’ve helped me through hard times as well.”
“Well, I feel it is necessary. Will you indulge a crazy old man for one evening,” he grinned.
She shook her head and smiled, “Of course, Albus.”
But a wonderful story
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