My 100 FanFic Collection

[childminerva]

ha! so who won the contest?

Very funny idea for this one, great work

[StormAngel]

lol! amazing

[furandfeathers]

Speaking of angst...

And random question to self, but if anyone wants to answer it, you can. Why do I always write from Minerva's POV? I think only Years was from Albus'.

Strangers

A/N: I own nothing, and I left the paper in my locker, so I don’t remember what number this is. It’s really angsty, but that pretty much reflects the kind of day I’ve had.


She had warned the child not to talk to strangers.

It had been dangerous for them to marry, and more dangerous still to have a child. But they couldn’t change that now. All they could do, was keep her a secret to the best of their ability to ensure her safety. They passed the child off as a niece when they had to take her to town, but more often than not, the child spent her days inside the castle. She grew quickly, learning more every day, and becoming more curious by the minute. She was very outgoing, and would engage anyone and everyone in conversation.

She had taught the girl not to talk to strangers.

Then the girl was six, and shopping at Christmastime with her parents. She wandered off into the mass of people, and though she knew her parents would panic, she felt perfectly safe. The nice man with the dark hair was with her. He bought her some sweets, and they sat at a table talking. She liked him, he liked to talk to her. Then they went for a walk, and the last thing she saw was the bright green light.

Her parents found her that afternoon on the ground, alone. She was covered with a thin layer of fresh snow, poised as if to make a snow angel. But the light in her eyes, and their hearts, was gone.

She had begged her daughter not to talk to strangers.

[childminerva]

*screams*

That was so...sad. I can't even imagine the heartbreak. Wow.

and strangers is number...*checks her own list* 25.

[osusprinks]

Let me just take a moment to pray that you never have a day like today ever again. It was such a sad, horrifying piece. That said, very well written. The "She told her not to talk to strangers" and like lines really moved the story well. Excellent job.

[EloquentPhoenix]

*Has only just found this*

No! No! That didn't just happen, it didn't. Oh it's so awful. Poor Minerva and Albus. I can't even begin to imagine... I'm with osusprinks, I hope today is better.

[furandfeathers]

I apologize profusely for leaving you with that rather nasty bit of angst. Here's some fluff for you.
This was inspired by some pictures I took last night, and the fact that like Albus, I think I see colors other people don't. Links:

www.flickr.com/photos/41943584@N00/388451830/

and the blue part:

www.flickr.com/photos/41943584@N00/388451828/

On to the story:

016- Purple

A/N: I don’t anything except the picture that inspired this fic. Special thanks to my darlingest twin for picking the number.

“Minerva, what color is that cloud?” Albus asked out of the blue one evening as they were enjoying the silence that came with winter out on his balcony.
“It’s pink, darling, just like the rest of them.” She answered automatically, after nearly forty years of marriage she was used to his odd questions.
“No it isn’t. And the rest of them aren’t pink either.”
“Why did you ask then, if you already knew the answer?” she asked, amused.
“I just wanted to know what color you thought they were. I’m beginning to think that I don’t see colors the same way other people do.”

“Really? What makes you say that?” Minerva asked, looking up from where she rested against his chest.
“Well, the other day, I heard some students talking about what a gray day it was, but it wasn’t a gray day it all. It was all blue.” He told her, his voice sounded a little confused.
Minerva looked up into his clear blue eyes. They were so clear that she had wondered once whether they took in more things than normal people. “What color do you think they are, my love?” Minerva asked, genuinely interested now.
“They’re purple, of course!”

[childminerva]

This is so sweet...I think it's my favorite.

[osusprinks]

That was so cute. I loved the photos too! That blue was especially beautiful!

[furandfeathers]

In honor of Valentine's Day...

Rating: K+ for a word or two

047- Heart

A/N: I still own nothing. My mother might still own some of those paper hearts I made her though. Oh, and the phrase “anti-valentine” cause that’s what people call me.


It was that time of year again. February 14th, when teaching classes was nearly impossible due to all the giggling over Valentine cards received, and crying over the ones that were not. The house elves were under strict orders not to accept any kind of potions from students to put in the food. That was the last thing the school needed, a love potion epidemic.

Minerva and Albus were walking arm-in-arm to breakfast as usual, discussing the holiday. Minerva was not thrilled with it. She was wearing, as she did every year, entirely black. Albus had taken to calling her the anti-valentine. She had done it every year, claiming that Valentine’s Day was a useless commercial holiday created by that muggle thing called Hallmark, but she never failed to find him the perfect valentine’s day gift.

That was what was troubling him. While she was worrying over what kinds of fool stunts the students where going to pull, he was only half listening, instead pondering what on Earth he was going to get his wife for Valentine’s Day. They had been together for over fifty years, eventually one just runs out of good ideas.

After breakfast, Albus decided to wander the castle and eavesdrop on the students who were all, invariably, talking about the upcoming holiday. He thought perhaps he could steal a creative idea.

He passed a cluster of girls who were giggling about whether or not the pretty, but terribly shy, girl of their group should sign her name on the car she was possibly going to summon enough courage to send to her crush. They weren’t going to be any help at all.

Next he passed a group of boys brainstorming pranks to play on the girls. He gave them a gentle but firm warning not to break any rules or hurt anyone’s feelings, and went on walking. They stared after him, a little frightened, but with great respect. After all, he hadn’t said they couldn’t play any pranks.

He stopped in to see Minerva, but it was nearly time for classes to begin, so he gave her a quick kiss and left. As the students hurried by, he saw a couple deep in conversation. The girl asked her boyfriend to give her a hint as to what he’d bought her. Albus chuckled to himself when he saw the boy pale and stutter something incoherent about a secret.

The corridors were now deserted, and Albus returned to his chambers. Maybe Fawkes would have an idea. Upon arriving, he found an owl tapping impatiently at the window. He quickly opened the window for the cold bird, and offered him a sherbert lemon. The bird took it, and spitefully nipped his fingers as well. After Albus took the letter from it, the bird went to warm himself in front of the fire.

Albus was pleasantly surprised to open the letter and find it was from his son, who had apparently acquired a new and rather disagreeable owl. Brian had written to wish his parents a Happy Valentine’s Day. However it was something he wrote towards the bottom that got Albus thinking,
“Remember when I was little, and I made you those silly paper hearts? Mum, you didn’t really save them all, did you?”

Minerva had saved every single one, and still had them thirty years later. Albus began to wonder what was so special about them. Sure, Brian had made them by hand, but it couldn’t be that hard, could it? Albus decided to find out for himself.

Two hours later, Fawkes was startled awake as Albus swore loudly. The paper doily he’d been trying to glue onto the red paper heart had ripped. Again. How the hell did little kids do this? He was nearing 150 years old, and he could glue paper together. After another twenty minutes, he got the doily on, although it was lopsided. The glitter was easier to get on, but he covered himself in it nonetheless. When he had finally finished, he set it by the fire so it could dry faster, but not too close that his masterpiece would catch fire.

He then set about cleaning up his mess and pulling glue out of his beard. He had just finished writing a message to Minerva on the card and was inspecting it, when Minerva herself entered the room.
“Hello, darling. Did you have a good day…What have you got all over you?” she asked as she came near him.

“It’s glitter,” he said quietly.
“Glitter?” she asked in disbelief, “What were you doing with glitter?”
“I was…I was trying to make you a Valentine Card.” He said, looking at his feet.
“Trying to make me one?” she asked, even more surprised.
“Well, I didn’t know what to get you, and you saved all those cards Brian made, but I couldn’t figure out what was so special about them. Well, it turns out they’re not that easy to make and…” he pulled his from behind his back, “Brian’s came out better than mine.”

Minerva’s eyes filled with tears. “You spent all day making me a Valentine?”
“Is it that bad?” he asked, seeing her tears, “I’ll take you to dinner tonight, too.”
“Albus, you dear, sweet, crazy old coot. Do you know why those paper hearts are so special? Because of the time and effort put into them. This is the best Valentine’s Day present ever, because you took the time to make it.” She said, throwing her arms around him.
He held her in a tight embrace. “I love you,” he told her. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day to you too,” she said, kissing him. “Where are we going for dinner?”

[childminerva]

That was *squee*!!!
I can just see Albus sitting there trying to make a valentine...how very like him.
Wonderful piece, made me smile and giggle!

[osusprinks]

Childminerva owes you. Your fic is possibly the only thing keeping her alive after the angst she just had me read. *glares at childminerva*

But enough about her, lol. I loved this! The thought of him spending all day making that was so sweet! I loved how frustrated he was. The snippets of info about the students was excellent as well! Great job! I loved it.

I hope you had a happy Valentine's!

[furandfeathers]

Angst? You've got me all curious now...I want to read it! lol I'm one of those "here, taste this it's gross" people. I actually do it

[laundry basket]

aww, I can totally see Albus doing that!

I'm also one of the anit-Valentine people, but who COULDN'T not love Valentine's Day with someone like him? ;D

[StormAngel]

*oooooooooooooooooooo* great!!!! Albus is just so weet. I can imagine him doing that.

[furandfeathers]

This is probably the only thing I have to show for this week off....

Rating might be T just to be safe...

A/N: This one is a bit of a stretch to the prompt. And I wish I’d thought of this a little earlier, I could have used it for that challenge tag awhile back.Characters don’t belong to me, and the last line is stolen from my mother, but I don’t think she’ll sue me Anyway, short and fairly amusing. At least, I think, for anyone who has ever experienced PMS. *Lizz

065- Passing

Albus Dumbledore awoke one morning with a deep sense of foreboding. He was normally a very optimistic man, but for some reason he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going to be horribly unpleasant today. One look at the calendar told him what it was. There was a blood red star on the calendar today. It marked the first day of “that time of the month” for his wife.

Albus groaned aloud. He loved his wife, he really did, but Minerva McGonagall was not at her most charming on the first day of her period. After fifteen years of marriage, he knew generally what caused this, but her moods, and there were many, still frightened him occasionally.

At breakfast, he tried to be extra nice to her, filling her teacup while she buttered her toast. She snapped at him that she was “perfectly capable of pouring a bit of hot colored water, and stop treating me like a child, Albus!” She left the Great Hall soon after, and Albus managed to successfully avoid her the rest of the morning.

When it was time for lunch, he went to her room to walk her to the Great Hall, and he found her in tears. She felt like he had been avoiding her, and although he had, he assured her he hadn’t. He held her as she cried about the pain she was currently feeling in her back, and walked with her to Poppy’s to get a potion for it.

At dinner she seemed almost normal, and he suggested a quiet game of Chess in their rooms afterward. She accepted, and around nine, she entered the chambers they shared, although she told him she was “feeling so restless, I don’t think I could settle enough to concentrate on Chess.”

Albus didn’t mind, and asked if he could help at all. She declined, and opted instead to try and read a bit by the fire. Albus carried on filling out miles and piles of paperwork. He tried anyway, but found it difficult to concentrate when Minerva was tossing and turning on the sofa every few minutes.

About the time she sighed aloud for what have been the millionth time, Albus asked her, “Min, what exactly does PMS stand for?”

“Are you saying that I’m PMSing?” she asked, her voice immediately becoming more irritated.

“No darling, I was just wondering. I didn’t mean to upset you…”

“I’m not upset! Who said I was upset? Now I suppose you’re accusing me of being moody too!” she cried.

“No!” Albus was rapidly digging himself a bigger hole. “I just was curious as to what it stood for. I’m not accusing you of being anything, okay?” he asked, in the most soothing voice he could.

“Fine!” she snapped, and returned to her book. The room was silent for a few long minutes, then Albus’ curiosity won the battle, and he put his life on the line when he asked aloud,

“What does it stand for, Minerva?”

She fairly growled from her place in front of the fire, and reminding him very much of her animagus form, she spat back:

“Pass My Shotgun!”

[osusprinks]

PASS MY SHOTGUN??? That is hilarious. I may have to start using that in my RL. lol The whole thing was great. Min's symptoms sound familiar, and now I'm worried Adam might have to deal like Albus. I feel bad now. lol

Great job and perfect for this prompt I think!

[StormAngel]

lol!!!! PASS MY SHOTGUN. lol!!

[childminerva]

*falls off chair laughing*

That was hilarious...brilliant work. Kudos to your mom

[EloquentPhoenix]

Lmao! Tell your mum it's an ace line. I love it. Thank you for making me feel better despite my own period pains I love how Albus was around her, hehe, what a stupid time to ask. Men!

[furandfeathers]

Sorry for neglecting you for sooo long. And this really isn't much to show for all the time I've had.

Rating: Kiddie-appropriate

067- Snow

A/N: I own nothing. Everything is property of J. K. Rowling, I only borrowed it to play. *L


Minerva was woken one morning by a THUD. She sat up in bed and looked around, wondering what could have caused such a noise. It came again, and she thought it was coming from near the window. She heard softer noises as she pulled back the curtain, and looking down, she saw Albus standing on the ground below her, preparing to throw another snowball. She opened the window and leaned out.

“What are you doing?” she called down to him.
“Throwing snowballs,” he said simply. She noted the snow spots on the castle wall beside the window.
“You’ve got terrible aim. But what are you throwing snowballs at my window?” she asked, now leaning on the window sill.
“Come play with me,” he begged childishly.
“Really Albus…”
“Please, Min?” he asked, gazing up at her. It was beginning to snow again, and the large white flakes were settling themselves in her hair like a crystalline crown, and Albus didn’t think before the next words left his mouth.

“You look like a princess.”
Minerva was startled. “What?” she asked, her eyes wide.
“I said, you look like a princess,” he repeated.
“Albus, that’s silly. I’m seventy-two years old, I couldn’t possibly look like a princess,” she replied, preparing to shut the window. His voice stopped her.

“But you do,” he insisted, “You look so beautiful, with your ebony hair, and scarlet lips, and your crown of snow white. You look just like a fairy-tale princess, waiting to be rescued from her tower.” He continued.
“Where is my prince, then?” she asked, softly.
“He’s right here, that is, if you’d have a foolish old prince, with childish impulses like snowball fights.”

Minerva smiled through the tears that had suddenly welled in her eyes. “I wouldn’t want any other kind of prince. In fact, I never have.” She told him.
“Well then, my snow princess, your prince is on his way,” Albus said, and started in the direction of the door.

She met him on the front steps, and he pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately as the snow continued to fall peacefully around them.

[beMMADfabulous]

Aw, so sweet! ;D I enjoyed it very much.

[osusprinks]

That was beautiful. I loved their banter. It's good to have you back!

[Hogwarts Duo]

Aww, this is so incredibly sweet and I love the idea of him standing outside her window like her prince. That was perfect.

[childminerva]

"a foolish old prince, with childish impulses like snowball fights.”

I'd take him, lol.
This was very sweet...lovely work.

[laundry basket]

that was absoloutely lovely! I loved it

[furandfeathers]

YAY! I think I might have broken my writer's block. Or chipped it, at least.

Rating: K

013- Yellow

A/N: HP Characters belong to J.K. Rowling. Andromeda is mine, I created her for a different story that I never finished. Inspired by my own search for a dress, and a conversation about yellow.


Albus Dumbledore sat in a mint green plastic chair in a dress shop in London. His wife and daughter were off poking around the many racks in the store, looking for a dress. Their daughter Andromeda had been invited by a muggle friend of hers who now lived in the States to his Prom. So Minerva and Andromeda dragged Albus dress shopping with them.
He shifted uncomfortably, wishing that he was in a nice, plush chair that he could take a nap in. He was startled when Minerva and Andromeda arrived suddenly back where he was sitting.

“Da, look at this one!” Andromeda gushed, holding up a cornflower blue dress.
“It matches your eyes,” he said smiling.
She fairly skipped toward the dressing room across from him, with her mother in tow. Minerva handed her the dresses she had been carrying, then went to sit beside her husband.
“Having fun, darling?” she asked him. Albus sighed dramatically and took her hand in response. Minerva laughed and was about to say something else, when the door opened and Andromenda came out of the dressing room wearing the blue dress.

“Oh Andra, that’s lovely!” Minerva cried.
Albus agreed and opened his mouth to tell her. However, as she spun around, the words that came out were, “What happened to the back!?”
“Nothing. It’s supposed to look like that,” Andra said, glancing at him as she fidgeted in front of the mirror.
Albus was shocked that his wife hadn’t said anything. The dress had what the girls called a “halter top” and Andra’s whole back was exposed from her shoulders to her waist.
“I hope it’s half-price considering all the fabric it’s missing.” Albus grumbled.

“Oh, Albus,” Minerva admonished.
“You mean you would let her wear that!” he cried.
“She’s seventeen years old…”
“So what!” he shot back childishly.
“Mum! Da!” Andromeda broke in, trying to break up the argument. “I’m not getting this one, it makes my hips look fat.”
“Andra, it does not!” Minerva said.
“I don’t like it. So stop fighting about it.”

The girl quickly discarded the other three dresses and she and Minerva resumed their shopping.
“Albus darling, come help find a dress for your daughter.” Minerva said, tugging him out of his chair. Albus grudgingly followed behind for awhile then he wandered off in the direction of the brighter colors.

A few minutes later Albus came back across the store with an excited smile and a dress in his hand.
“What about this?” he asked.
“Da, that’s a yellow dress.” Andromeda stated flatly.
“What’s wrong with it?” he asked.
“It’s yellow.”
“It’s a nice bright yellow.” He said.
“Da, I don’t do yellow.”
“Oh just try it on. Just for a poor, old man who has spent a whole day withering to dust in a dress shop because his loving, caring wife and daughter forgot to take a break for lunch and…”
“All right! All right! Give me the dress, Da.”

Andromeda took that dress and the two purple ones from her mother and went back into the dressing rooms. She tried the two purple dresses first, then her parents heard a shriek from the other side of the door.
“Is it that bad?” Albus called to his daughter.
The door flew open. “No!” she cried, “I love it!”
The dress looked golden against her dark hair, and fit like it was made for her.
“My dear, you look beautiful.” Albus said standing.
Andromeda threw her arms around his neck. “It’s perfect, Da. Thank you. I’ll never question your taste in color again.”

[osusprinks]

This was an incredibly sweet and well-written snapshot of their lives... until this line...

"I’ll never question your taste in color again.”

You made me choke on milk, Lizz. That was hilarious. lol I loved the whole thing. The blue dress scene made me laugh too. Poor Albus, and dads everywhere. I loved the description of the yellow dress. Nicely done! Thanks for sharing.

I hope the writer's block is gone!

[furandfeathers]

Holy cow, I wrote something. It's not very good, since I'm rather rusty, but I wrote! It's progress.

060- Drink

A/N: Spawned from boredom at work. I don’t own the characters, they belong to J.K Rowling. I just want to take them out and party with them.


“Albus, it’s getting dark. Are you sure you know where the restaurant is?” Minerva McGonagall asked her best friend as they continued in the direction he swore was the correct way to the restaurant.

“Of course I do, my dear,” was his only reply. Minerva rolled her eyes slightly. He had said that forty five minutes ago. She allowed him to lead her deeper and deeper into the side streets of London for another ten minutes, and was getting ready to comment again, when he stopped and sighed.

“What’s wrong, Albus?” she asked, squeezing his arm gently.
“I don’t know where it is. It appears this old man’s memory is not what it used to be.” He said.
“It’s all right. I’m sure it will come to you. In the meantime, why don’t we just go someplace else to eat.” Minerva suggested soothingly. He nodded in agreement and they set off.

At the end of the street, they found a small restaurant, filled with mostly older couples. It was cozy, and quiet and they decided it would be the perfect place to spend their evening. They were seated at a polished wood table in the back corner, and the waitress left them alone with their menus for a few minutes.

Albus quickly decided what he would like to eat, and was perusing the beverage section of the menu when two words caught his eye.
“Lemon drop!” he said aloud.
“Albus, you haven’t even had dinner yet,” Minerva said reproachfully, without glancing up from her menu.
“No Min, they have a drink called a Lemon Drop!” he said, excitedly. “I wonder if it tastes like sherbet lemons.”
“Order one and find out,” Minerva replied. “I’m a little curious myself.”

When the waitress returned, to their table a few minutes later, she brought with her a tall glass full of a cloudy yellow liquid. Minerva watched in amusement, as Albus brought the glass to his lips, his eyes sparkling.

“It’s wonderful!” he exclaimed and passed the glass to Minerva. Her opinion of the drink was slightly different. It was a bit too lemony for her taste, and it burned a little going down, leaving an aftertaste that she couldn’t quite place. Albus however, was in heaven.

As the meal wore on, and Albus ordered drink after drink, Minerva began to notice a change in him. Their conversation began to slow down, as if he were struggling with some of the things they were talking about, and his eyes took on a glazed over look.

“Albus?” she asked, “Are you all right?”
“I’ve never been better, Min. I’m with you.” He clumsily reached across the table for her hand. “Have I told you lately how beautiful you are?”
“Albus, I’m not sure you know what you’re saying.”

Minerva flagged down the waitress and had her bring her the bill. After she paid, she pulled Albus to his feet. “Come on, we’re going home.”
“Your place or mine?” his words were coming out slurred now.
“I believe the hospital wing is the best place for you.”
“As long as I’m with you,” he replied, gazing at her with unseeing eyes.

He stumbled, trying to put his arm around her, so Minerva wrapped an arm around his waist and began dragging him with her towards the door. On the way out, she stopped the young lady that had been their waitress to give her the tip.

“Oh, Miss? What is in a Lemon Drop?” Minerva asked.

“Vodka and lemonade. I wouldn’t still be standing.”

[esoterica1693]

Oooh, a very drunk and very horny Albus--yum yum! If t his were to be continued it could be very interesting...it might have to drop on over to the Lemon board, though?