My 100 FanFic Collection

[furandfeathers]

the beginning is a very good place to start, right?

Rating: K
Title: Beginnings

001- Beginnings

A/N: I own nothing. All first lines belong to the author stated, characters to J.K.Rowling.


Fairy tales begin with “once upon a time.” Tales of horror and suspense begin with “it was a dark and stormy night.”

Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre begins with, “There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.”

And George Orwell’s 1984 with “It was a bright, cold, day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen.”

Shakespeare’s famous tragedy, Romeo and Juliet begins with the line,
“Two households both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.”

And Poe’s The Fall of the House of Usher with, “During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing along, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tact of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.”

But my story, not a fairy tale by any stretch, not a portrait of the future, not the story of tragic lovers, though lovers there were, begins like none of these. One simple sentence is my beginning.

My name is Minerva Dumbledore.

[furandfeathers]

and number two

Title: Middles
Rating: K

002- Middles

A/N: I own nothing. Not characters, not the cookies.

“Minerva, I swear, the middle is the most important part!”

“Albus, what about the sides that hold the middle in!” his wife argued.

“Yes darling, but the middle is what holds the sides together!” he shot back, waving the object in the air as if to prove a point.

“Without the sides the middle wouldn’t be the middle.”

“Without the middle the sides wouldn’t be sides either.” He said childishly.

“Of course they would. There would still be two of them. Two sides.” She said, grinning, since she knew she was winning.

“But…but everyone likes the middle better!” Albus sputtered after a moment.

“I don’t.”

“Well then you’re weird.”

“Albus! I resent that.” She said, slightly offended.

“Just admit that the middle is the best.” He persisted.

“Oh for heaven’s sake, all right. The middle is superior.” She gave in, then muttered under her breath, “It’s just an Oreo anyway.”

[furandfeathers]

My favorite of these first three

Title: Years
Rating: K

010- Years

A/N: Characters belong to J.K.Rowling, song, the version I have belongs to Christopher Shaw, I have no idea who wrote it.


In her first year she had learned to sit up, to smile, to stand. She had taken her first steps towards him, his arms ready to catch her if she fell. She had said his name for the first time, and one word had never made him happier than that little voice as she smiled and said, “Daddy.”

Five years and the little girl with the wavy black hair, and the clear blue eyes was running around the castle. She could con anyone, even the stiff first-year Professor Snape into giving her anything she wanted. But she wasn’t spoiled. Her mother had taught her manners and she’d learned them well.

Eleven years had passed and she was standing between her parents on Platform 9 and 3/4 anxiously awaiting the beginning of her Hogwarts years. They had discussed sending her to Beauxbatons, so favoritism wouldn’t be an issue, but he had crumbled at the last minute, and he couldn’t bear to send her away.

Seven more, and she was walking across that platform towards him, graduating top of her class, as smart and beautiful as her mother. They’d watched her grow from an adorable little girl, to a poised and regal woman. His eyes filled with tears as he handed her, her diploma. She noticed, and flung her arms around his neck whispering, “I’ll still be here, Daddy.”

Six years later, he was walking her down the aisle, toward the man who was taking her away from him. His wife was crying already, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he was as well. She stopped, just before the alter, to embrace him. She saw his tears, through her own, and managed to choke out, “I love you, Daddy,” before turning and walking up the steps to stand beside her fiancée.

Two years more, and he and his wife were visiting her in St. Mungo’s. She handed her father the small bundle, and he stared down in awe at his first grandchild. A beautiful little girl, with a head of dark hair, and sparkling blue eyes; exactly like his own little girl, so many years before.

He thought about years, how they take so long, and they go so fast.

[StormAngel]

wow. All these are AMAZING. Great job!

[osusprinks]

I agree that the third one was the sweetest. But...I LOVED THE MIDDLE STORY! That was so hilarious. It was the perfect response for that! I bow before your amazing-ness.

[maritelske]

These were just beautiful - you write wonderfully, and I especially loved the coy line re: the oreos. I chuckled.

The final and third installment is glorious. I loved every word.

[childminerva]

They are all great...but the middle one is my favorite! That was so funny, so typically Albus
Great work on these!

[Drake]

HA ha! Oreos! Awesome!

[furandfeathers]

Uber short, but I kind of like it.

Prompt 082- If
Rating: K

082- If

A/N: Starving writer, who doesn’t own anything.


If I were an Oscar Meyer Weiner…

If you build it…

If wishes were horses…

If pigs could fly…

If a picture could paint a thousand words…


If you could love me…

I’d be the happiest woman in the world.

[furandfeathers]

Prompt 044- Circle

Rating: K

044- Circle

A/N: Guess who still owns nothing.

Minerva sat in her office, not grading papers as she should have been, but marveling at the small, gold wonder that generally resided on a chain around her neck. It was a simple wedding band, the one Albus had given her the day they were married in secret. What was a wedding ring, really? She had puzzled over that on many occasions. What made them so special?

They were shiny, yes, and gold usually. It made them expensive, but not special. They were a symbol of a happy union between two people. But that couldn’t be it either, since many marriages didn’t last very long. And, Minerva realized, it wasn’t just any wedding ring that made her feel so happy. It was hers. Not Poppy’s elaborate diamond and sapphire ring, nor her mother’s woven silver ring. Only her very simple, gold band.

And then it hit her. A wedding ring, her wedding ring, was a circle. It perfectly summarized their love, that small gold circle, for what is a circle?

Seamless. Neverending.

[StormAngel]

great. I love both of them, especially the 2nd. great job with the prompt.

[osusprinks]

I loved them both also. The second one was great. At first (and I think it was due to the first line) I thought If was from Albus' POV. Thanks for sharing!

[Jessabelle]

I just read them all and they are really well written. The first one is very original and I love it. The second one had me right confused until the end which gave me a good laugh! Excllent work, I look forward to more!
- Jess

[childminerva]

Those are both great--I especially loved "If".
Great work!

[furandfeathers]

Kinda weird, but I'm not known for being completely sane all the time.

072- Fixed

A/N: I still own nothing. And make no money. I just write. Characters don’t even belong to me. Oh, and Gorilla Glue and Elmer’s doesn’t either.


Minerva sat in front of the fire, in the rooms she shared with her husband of over fifty years, Albus Dumbledore, reading a novel. It was a silent winter’s night, the only sound was the crackling of the fire every once in awhile. She was just getting really absorbed in her book when a frustrated growl and a crash came from the other room. Minerva dropped her book, startled.

“Albus, what are you doing?” she asked. She had assumed he was doing paperwork.
“Fixing my chair!” he called back, his voice slightly muffled.
Minerva raised her eyebrows at Fawkes who was settled on his perch across the room. He gave a chirp that sounded like a chuckle. She smiled and stood.
“Let’s go see what he’s doing.” She said, and the big red bird sailed across the room and perched on her shoulder. They entered Albus’ office, and at first didn’t even see him. He sat on the floor, hunched over, trying to fix a leg on his chair that had come off.

“Albus?” she asked tentatively.
“This Elmer’s Wood Glue isn’t working!” he said irritably. “I’ll try this Gorilla Glue.”
Minerva and Fawkes exchanged an uncertain glance as Albus uncapped the tube and squirted a large amount into the hole where the chair leg should go. Fitting the leg back in the hole, he smoothed the glue around the edges.
“There! That should hold.” He said, clapping his hands together. Fawkes squawked.

“Darling, I don’t think that was such a good idea.” Minerva said.
“Why?” he tried to separate his hands, and found that he couldn’t.
“Minerva!” he cried, “My hands! They’re stuck!”
“I know,” she said, pulling out her wand. She cast a quick ‘scourgify’ charm.
“Min! They’re still stuck!” he said, looking a bit panicked.
“Come with me!” she said briskly, pulling him into the bathroom. She ran his hands under hot water, but the glue didn’t release it’s hold.
“Albus, what have you done!” Minerva asked as her husband tried not to show how nervous he was. She noticed anyway.
“It’ll be all right, darling, we’ll think of something,” she soothed, placing a kiss on his cheek. She left him in the bathroom and went to call Poppy.

Albus sat at the sink and tried to unstuck his hands. He heard muffled voices and then Minerva cried “paint thinner!” She returned a few seconds later.
“Poppy says paint thinner. I’ve summoned a can. You’ll be fine in a few minutes.” She told him, stroking his hair.
They sat in silence, while waiting for the can. It wasn’t long until it came soaring into the bathroom. Minerva put the stopper in the sink and filled it with the foul smelling clear liquid.

Albus placed his hands in it, and began to, finally, unstick them. He whimpered a bit as it pulled his skin, and cried out in pain as the paint thinner splashed into a small cut on his wrist. Minerva wrapped her arms around him, and soothed him, as one would a small child. At length, his hands were free, and Minerva helped him wash all the remaining glue off.

When his hands were dry, and the can banished to wherever it had come from, he stood and pulled Minerva into his embrace.
“Thank you, Min.” he said softly.
“You’re welcome.” She replied, kissing him on the lips this time.
They returned to his office, their arms still around each other, and Fawkes cooed at them. “I’m all right, old friend.” Albus said, then picked up the chair he’d been working on, and set it upright. “Well, at least that’s fixed.”

[osusprinks]

A different response than I would have thought of but very cute and very them! Great job!

[furandfeathers]

I'm pretty sure this is number 41. I didn't actually make sure.

041- Shapes

A/N: I own nothing except a few of these shapes. Everything else belongs to J.K Rowling.

It was the summer holidays, and with the students gone, the staff had a chance to relax, and have a little fun. Albus Dumbledore grinned wickedly to himself as he strode briskly down the corridor to his wife’s office. Minerva of course, was not outside with the rest of them on this beautiful summer day. No, she was in her office, working on things for the next year. And Albus was determined to change that.

He glanced down at the three small shapes that lay in the palm of this hand. They were cubes, to be precise, and they were melting rather rapidly in the heat. His hand was numb as well. Albus’ step faltered for a minute as he thought of any number of hexes that Minerva might use on him when he surprised her with ice cubes, but continued on anyway, feeling that she loved him enough not to do any permanent damage.

As he stepped into her office, he closed his hand in a fist around the ice, and let it fall to his side, to hide in the folds of his summer robes. Minerva looked up with a small smile of greeting when she realized it was him.

“Minerva, why are you in here working?” Albus asked, moving to stand behind her, and resting his empty hand on her shoulder.

“It’s so hot, Albus. This was the coolest activity I could think of.” She replied.

“Well, perhaps I can cool you down,” he said, mischievously, leaning down to kiss her, and at the same time dropping the ice down her back.

He had to laugh at the look of utter shock that crossed her face. “Albus Dumbledore!” she shrieked. “What do you think you are doing!?”

“Cooling you off,” he said innocently.

She gaped at him a moment longer, then reached for her wand. Albus took a step back. She stood to face him, with an evil smile. Albus took another step back.

She raised her wand, and conjured a tall cylinder. A glass full of ice cold water. In one smooth move she grabbed it, and threw it over him, completely soaking him.

“I thought you could use a little cooling off as well,” she said, using the same innocent tone he had.

“Oh, did you?” Albus asked, pulling his wife into his arms, and holding her tightly against his now soaking wet body. “How about a picnic lunch in the sun, where we can dry off?”

She smiled, and kissed him. “I’d like that.”

[childminerva]

hehe...I liked that one. They are so cute when they play around like that

Fixed was good too--typical male to do everything the hard way.

[EloquentPhoenix]

Lol. Sweet, fun, flirty and fluffy. I can think of nothing better. I love it.

And it is number 41, I checked.

[osusprinks]

I loved it! They are so cute. Thanks for sharing!

[Drake]

I loved "Fixed" to pieces. Utter pieces.

[furandfeathers]

Hello again. I was particularly creative today, although I'm not sure how much I like this one. I like the concept, just, the writing didn't come out so good, I don't think. Constructive criticism would be appreciated, and I may attempt a rewrite at some point.

043- Square

A/N: *insert usual babble here*

She sat, motionless. All her attention was focused on that which she held in her hand. It was amazing, she thought to herself, the emotions surrounding that small object.

She saw herself, years upon years younger, and Albus, beside her. He looked the same, as though she were looking in a mirror, not the small square she currently held.

She saw the baby, the one that had never grown up, and tears came to her eyes. The tears spilled over, and matched the other Minerva’s. Except hers were tears of happiness.

Again she wondered how something so small, and perfectly square, so clean cut could cause so much emotional turmoil. But that period in their lives had been full of emotional turmoil.

And photographs are, after all, the windows to the past.

[Drake]

Oh... sad. And beautiful. Keep up the good work!

[osusprinks]

This was so sad but incredibly beautiful. I think you did an amazing job with it. Thank you for sharing.

[childminerva]

That was great--I love your idea for this prompt. very angsty and sweet
(thank you for your lovely review for my own collection--I feel very warm and fuzzy now)

[EloquentPhoenix]

Oh dear Very beautiful, but very sad.

[StormAngel]

very beautiful, yet sad... sniff sniff

[furandfeathers]

Hey I actually made sure I knew what the number was this time.

052-Fire

A/N: I had endless scenarios for this one, but I wanted something unconventional, and finally decided on this one. I hope you like it. Oh, and nothing belongs to me. *Lizz


Albus Dumbledore, defeater of Grindelwald, hero of the wizarding world, was currently tossing about in his bed like a spoiled, and restless child. He was whining like one as well.

“Minerva!” he called to his deputy, who was in the next room finishing his paperwork since he had been rendered incapable by this turn of events. “Minerva!” he called louder when she didn’t come.

“What!” she snapped, entering the room in just the dress she wore underneath her heavy outer robes, having discarded them sometime earlier.

“Sit with me, please?” Albus asked her.
“I haven’t finished the paperwork that you left scattered all around your desk.” She said, rather impatiently.
“It can wait, please?” he asked, trying the puppy eyes on her. She softened.
“Does it hurt much?” she asked, sitting beside him on the bed, and reaching for his hand.

“It’s agony! Min, you have no idea how it burns. It’s like a barbeque going on in my stomach. A phoenix bursting into flames, and consuming me with it. It’s like, a French dessert en flambé just sitting there, and roasting. Or…”

She cut him off. “I think I get the picture.” She stood up, letting go of his hand.
“Where are you going? You can’t leave me in this pain!” he called after her as she left the room. She returned a moment later with a small vial filled with a blue liquid.

“What’s that?” he asked warily, as she returned to sit beside him.
“A potion. It will stop the burning, just drink it.”
“Oh good, it was stop the…wait! You’ve had this all along, haven’t you?” he demanded.
“Yes,” she admitted, taking hold of his hand again.
“Why, Min? You’re my best friend, why would you watch me suffer like this.” He asked her in a small voice designed to make her feel guilty.

She didn’t fall for it. “I thought it would teach you a lesson. Now perhaps you will think of the consequences next time you decide to make a contest with Severus to see who can eat the most buffalo wings. Now drink your potion, and the heartburn will be gone in no time.”

[Drake]

Mon dieu, that was just amazing. As always.

[osusprinks]

That was amazing! So very very them somehow. lol Although the picture of Sev eating buffalo wings will be with me for quite a while!