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Post by lemonygingersnaps on Jun 3, 2006 21:32:26 GMT -5
Please update soon - I love this story!
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Post by Tabby67 on Jun 9, 2006 3:43:41 GMT -5
I read this on FF.net, and it's in the same dang place! Come on now, update! I really wanna see wheat happenses. Thank you!
~Branda
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Post by elivania on Feb 22, 2007 2:20:20 GMT -5
Aw man!! I am so addicted to this! Ugh...well, I suppose RL gets in the way. *grumbles* you had a great piece of work going here.
*Eli*
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Post by TartanPhoenix on Aug 5, 2007 13:07:08 GMT -5
AN: I know its been forever, but here is the next part of the story. I'm a little rusty, so I'm sorry if this isn't up to my normal standards. This is actually only the first half of this event, and it won't be another year before the second is posted. I promise. Please let me know what you think, and if you see anything that needs improvement, please let me know.
She didn’t understand what was happening as they ran. Screams. The world around them seemed to be collapsing as they weaved through the spells, shoving and pushing through the crowds, and all she could hear above the pounding in her ears were the screams. Bits of stone fell from overhead and scones fell from their mounts as a veritable light show erupted around them. She couldn’t call out as her shoulder threatened dislocation and they moved faster. The praetorians were flooding the corridor, ignoring the two as they moved, shouting directions as they went. There was just so much screaming.
Without a word she was thrown bodily through a molding door and into darkness as it shut quickly behind them. It smelled of moth balls and mold, and it would probably be wise not to consider what her right hand was residing in. A faint rush of air and the tip of his wand glowed softly, casting them both in shadow. “What good is having wiles, woman, if you refuse to use them?”
“I don’t particularly appreciate your tone Mr. Daniels. I’m sorry if I don’t feel especially seductive this week.” She snapped at him, through heavy breaths and took pleasure in the faint blush that crept up his neck. ‘No more than a boy,’ she realized despite his outward confidence. She was brought out of her reverie as the small broom cupboard gave a lurch and the wall before them rolled past like an ocean wave.
“We don’t have much time professor,” he said, batting the loose hair away from his eyes. “The majority of green sector is out there; some have managed to remove their collars, but most are simply carrying clubs, knives, and I think I saw a rolling pin in the mix. The other sectors have joined in, and even most of the guard is simply dropping their wands. The ministry is being overrun, and he won’t last the hour.”
A dull roar filled her ears. There had to be something, anything, that she could do. They were so close; she couldn’t just abandon that now. He may not be her Albus anymore, but he was still Albus.
“I need time Daniels. Go; tell the others to give me as much time as possible. I need to try. If nothing else, it might cut down on casualties for both sides.”
He just shook his head, his eyes staring just over her right shoulder, apologetic. “The headmaster and his wife arrived just before the event. I’ve been instructed to keep you safe. The last thing that would involve is letting you out of this room. Our side has been instructed not to harm you, but I wouldn’t put it past one of the guards at this point. I’m sorry professor,” he said grimacing.
With a searing flash, he was on his back staring up at the ceiling. “So am I Daniels,” she said, patting his shoulder and pointing her wand at the door. “The spell should wear off in about fifteen minutes. Find Severus and the others. Get as many of the children to safety as you can, and don’t worry about me. I’m a big girl, and anyway,” she added wryly, “I’ve died once, hell, I’ve probably died a thousand times over already, so what’s once more.”
She couldn’t see beyond the smoke; all she could make out were the outlines and hammering footfalls of those running past. She couldn’t hear beyond the groans flowing through the air or the screams of those still fighting. Her cheek stung where the hex had grazed her and a falling piece of debris had done a number on her shoulder.
She ducked where she could, mounds of bodies from both sides creating perfect cover and stunning where she couldn’t. She tripped as her foot caught in someone’s cloak and landed face to face with one of the dead. A small boy with sandy hair, perhaps no more than twelve, stared back at her with incomprehension filling his one eye, the other missing with the rest of his face. Her heart stopped and she barely managed to roll over before her stomach emptied.
The air began to glow around her as she made her way toward Albus’ office, the green hue foreshadowing the event to come. They were getting closer, but so was she. She could see the faces of those she knew floating in her mind’s eye: Arthur, Tonks, Remus, Molly, Alastor, Albus. She could see him most of all, his short hair, cold eyes, the rage that flared. His image began to morph slowly. His eyes warmed, and began to glow as she always remembered them, and his hair grew. She could feel as sense of calm flood her as he smiled. “I’m coming love,” he whispered, and he was gone.
There was a subtle change in the air, nothing more than a shift as her fingers trailed over the red mark that yet to fade along her neck. If she didn’t know any better, she might even call it an omen. ‘Good thing I know better,’ she thought.
With another turn, all was left behind, and there was silence. The corridor leading to his door was empty, and her feet slowed. She moved cautiously, stilted, toward the open door in front of her. He couldn’t have left a bigger clue if he had plastered a giant sign on his door saying This is a trap.
With a deep breath, she raised her wand and walked through the doorway. He stood with his back to her, bracing himself with both hands atop his desk. He seemed so much smaller, so much more tired, than she could ever recall. Papers and quills littered the floor; the only thing left in its rightful place was her picture to his right. She could feel the tension radiating from him, and he seemed to be leaning more heavily on his left leg. If it weren’t for the waves of his rage crashing over her, his bowed head would seem defeated.
“What ever you do, don’t say it. Just don’t say it,” he said without turning around, his voice shaking.
She lowered her wand and stepped into the room, avoiding the clutter around her. She reached out and grabbed his arm, invading his space. She needed to make him understand, to try. She forced herself to ignore the smell of blood and filth that hit her. Horror filled her eyes and her hand dropped to cover her mouth as she stared at him.
He suppressed the flare of pain and hurt immediately, and his eyes were cold again as he turned from her. “Oh, Albus,” she breathed.
“A physical manifestation for the soul within. A monstrous exterior for the one you see within, hmm Minerva? I’m sure it’s most fitting.”
His face was burned almost beyond recognition, his beard completely singed away and the skin was an angry red. His black armor was covered in flash marks where spells had connected. The first volley had made contact before he or his guard were able to react, and the evidence of his people’s rage was now plain on his face. It was his eyes, though, that truly stilled her heart. They were mad.
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Post by Sensiblyquirky on Aug 5, 2007 15:33:53 GMT -5
I am glad you are going to continue this story, as I do like it quite a lot! Now how will this Albus' future impact our Albus' future? How will Albus get Minerva out and tell her they are bonded?
So many questions, I can't wait for more.
Christy
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Post by revolutionaryetude on Aug 5, 2007 16:48:34 GMT -5
I thought of this story while I was reading DH. Especially when we learned why Dumbledore never became Minister of Magic. This is really a good story and I can't wait till you update!
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Post by Jessabelle on Aug 6, 2007 12:56:32 GMT -5
I too thought of this story while reading DH. I am glad to see that you are going to continue this story as it was one of my favourites. I am going te read it over so I can remember everything clearly. - Jess  |
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Post by Jessabelle on Aug 6, 2007 21:59:58 GMT -5
Well I have finished re-reading the story and am letting the last chapter sink in now. I find this story just as intruiging as I did the first time around! His injuries sound very painful and I feel sorry for the situation he has cornered himself into. I really liked Minerva's reaction to Daniels. It was quite amusing despite the grave situation surrounding that moment. Minerva's dedication to this Albus is very telling to the feelings she must hold for her Albus and I hope she gets back to him soon. Is the connection between them, as a result of the bonding, a good sign that Albus and Severus will bring Minerva back successfully? Thank you so much for continuing with this story! - Jess |
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Post by Orion's Guard on Aug 7, 2007 18:11:24 GMT -5
I also just finished rereading. It's also odd reading the comments I wrote two years ago.
I was actually asking someone last week if they knew the title of this story so I could find it again. The combination of Albus in DH and a new story here with Minerva travelling sideways through time made me remember the plot. Did DH give you inspiration?
Anyway, I hope you do continue this (in less than a year, as my memory is not the best in the world and I don't want to forget it again). I look forward to what you do with New Albus as a final conclusion, it's too late for him to be "good," and I can't wait to see where his madness takes him.
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Post by furandfeathers on Aug 8, 2007 9:21:45 GMT -5
I just read this in it's entirety the other night, and it kept me up until 1 in the morning... it's wonderful! It's such an intelligent plot and I can't wait to read more. Please update soon!
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Post by minerva62 on Aug 16, 2007 15:25:26 GMT -5
I am so glad you updated; I read this story some weeks ago and could hardly bear the tension in the end......The story is still very exciting and I can't wait to read how it continues......please update soon.......  |
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Post by PiER on Jan 27, 2008 13:17:48 GMT -5
I've gone back a re-read this story and I have to admit I simply love it! The plot is so original and full of suspense. The reasons you give in explanation to Albus's change are entirely realistic, I just can't wait to see what else you have in store for us! Albus's last line was just... PiER |
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Post by Michelle on Feb 10, 2008 6:34:02 GMT -5
You know what is the worst thing about this story. The fact that i keep re reading the 1st chapter realising in that moment that i have read it b4 but being so hooked in that moment i spend the next two hours reading this story. IT KEEPS HAPPENING! lol
Please update mate i dream about this story. I know that sounds creepy but well id really really like to see how everything ends.
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Post by lotrgtw on Apr 24, 2008 15:19:48 GMT -5
I just recently read the story and I love it! I know it's been a while since you last updated, but just thought I'd ask if you would!
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Post by minervasong on Aug 15, 2008 20:36:39 GMT -5
No! No, no, no, no! It can't end there! There has to be more! Oh gosh, this fic is like a part of me now, and I cried through like every part with this new Albus, but I think my tears are gone after seeing the new Albus and his predicament now. This is such a hooking story, despite the pain, despite the grief that this fic gives me and consumes me with. Goodness gracious, don't do this to me! I would gladly take the mantle as writer for this, but I can't. I have no idea whatsoever where you are going, or where you are supposed to lead us. It's 2008, and August at that! I can't stand another bout of disappointment! After all, I just found out today that HBP isn't coming out until July of 2009. Will you please have an update before then, at least?  ~MinervaSong P.S. And I apologize if I came off sounding harsh. I wasn't trying to. I'm just obsessed with this fan-fiction, which should be considered a huge compliment-- I normally don't get sucked into a fiction like this. I usually find things like this too confusing, but this was worth trying to figure out what was happening. I just love this, and it would be terrible if you just inexplicably stopped for no good reason.... |
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Post by tabby19 on Aug 28, 2008 19:07:55 GMT -5
Yea you can't stop there what happens TELL ME PLEASE!!!! I love this fanfiction its great so you have to continue... please!!?? |
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Post by bethj4013 on Sept 6, 2008 12:17:19 GMT -5
Ah great story I had forgotten about it please update soon I want to find out what happened.
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Post by TartanPhoenix on Sept 14, 2008 14:35:13 GMT -5
AN: Here is another the next installment, which turned me into a big fat liar by taking more than year. I would like to take just a second to say thank you to everyone on the board. I've lost track of the number of PM's and e-mails I've gotten over the last few months for this story, and your continued interest means a lot. I know this is short, but that will change. So, on with the show.
It was an odd sensation, this unrelenting stillness. He could see Severus’ lips moving, eyes flashing, but not a sound penetrated the stillness. Only the pounding of his own heart and the dread flooded through him, coiling in his stomach, choking off his air. There was a crash, a moan that could bring hell to its knees, and then a light. All thoughts of Severus, of danger, fled from his mind as he stepped forward, reaching, and then he was gone, leaving Severus to count the seconds.
“Albus please!” she begged, her voice cracking and desperate to her own ears as her hand found its place on his shoulder. The armor was still hot to the touch, a small magical charge skittering over the surface. “There’s still time. Go!”
He shook after her hand angrily, ignoring the flare those sparked in his chest at the desperate look in her eye. He dragged his right leg behind him as he paced, the gash running a long the back of his calf only now visible. The screams grew louder, finally reaching his inner sanctum as the masses approached; there was no more time. “It can be suppressed,” he muttered to himself, over and over. “The people will see.”
“Those who have survived you have seen Albus, and this is the result. If you don’t go now, they will catch you, and there are none to help you. How many more have to die Albus? How many more bodies must be laid at your door? How many of the children, our children Albus will die in the name of your fallen empire?” He voice was soft, anguish lacing though each word while she stepped in front of him, blocking his path. The smell of him made her gag as the heat caused his blood to begin to curdle along the edges of the armor, but she suppressed it, intent as she was; he had to see. His eyes had flashed and his magic flared when she blocked his way, but her own magic reached out, soothing the edges of his own, desperate for understanding, for acceptance.
His breath rattled in his chest, pain tearing through his side, making him cough, but his magic retreated even as his hand reached toward her. To her credit, Minerva barely flinched as his finger traced her cheek, a cooling sensation following in its’ wake as the damage repaired itself. His eyes were still wild, never resting, but the insanity, the desperation, had vanished.
“I will not run,” he said, his voice wavering but unmistakable. His hand was heavy on her shoulder, and he could feel her warmth through the cloth. His heart wrenched as the building shook around them, causing dust to fall from the ceiling and Minerva to flinch. She forced herself to look up at him as his thumb brushed against her chin. “You would not come with me.”
His voice had been little more than a whisper, but she heard him clearly. She wanted to reach for him, wanted nothing more than to wrap herself around him and pretend he was hers again, but she stepped back instead, her fists clenching tightly at her sides, drawing blood as the nails bit into her palm. He was no longer hers to console. She shook her head, dust creating a halo around her. “No, I wouldn’t.”
She grabbed a hold of him as he tried to retreat from her, to lock himself away once again in his madness. “You were able to bury her Albus, to mourn your loss. I have spend a week mourning the death of the man I loved above all others, the good man who rescued an orphan from the streets and always made sure I had catnip in my stocking. I will mourn the loss of you for the rest of my days, but please Albus, I don’t want to have to bury you too.”
His eyes shone as an uncomfortable stillness settled over them. The silence was broken as the door creaked and both occupants whirled toward the noise, wands pointed ahead. Grief flooded her senses as she saw the mop of unruly black hair and glimmering eyes. There was no glow about him, but the wand in his hand was still sparking. “Oh, you won’t have to worry about that professor. The pieces won’t be big enough.”
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Post by tabby19 on Sept 14, 2008 18:40:56 GMT -5
OMG that was really good!! ;D Please continue soon!!!!! I HATE cliffhangers!!!!!  |
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Post by artemis444 on Sept 25, 2008 8:32:28 GMT -5
wow!!! i love it!!! u r a very creative writer!!! =) can't wait for the next chapter!!! i'm just oh harry!!! lol
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Post by AngelQueen on Nov 17, 2008 12:01:42 GMT -5
Oh wow, this story is just amazing! I absolutely love it! I think Minerva now completely understands what her Albus meant when he said he knew what he was capable of under the right circumstances. Brilliant! This alternate reality is just frightening. To see our beloved Albus so twisted, to see the hatred so focused on him, it's tragic. Again, amazing story! Hope to see an update when real life permits! |
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Post by esoterica1693 on Nov 19, 2008 0:00:37 GMT -5
The first time I read this I had to stop b/c I have a real hard time reading any evil!Albus fics. But the second time I persevered and really like it, and am anxious to see how you resolve it. I think the second time I picked up more notes of potential hope that good!Albus and Severus can redeem the situation...
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Post by minervammcg on Nov 21, 2008 20:43:24 GMT -5
Keep this going!!! I need to read more. This is such an excellant story and so well written. Update soon.
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Post by minerva92 on Dec 6, 2008 17:50:58 GMT -5
oh this is so good... please keep going... please please please...
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Post by Jessabelle on Dec 9, 2008 23:23:59 GMT -5
It would be lovely to see another update ... this really is an excellent story.
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Post by mercifulheavens on Jan 7, 2009 21:51:36 GMT -5
I agree with minerva92.... please, please, please continue it!!!
It is a lovely story
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Post by TartanPhoenix on Jan 15, 2009 12:44:54 GMT -5
AN: This chapter gave me fits. I hope it meets with everyone's approval.
Harry made his way further into the room, his eyes never faltering, the heavy wooden door closing behind him with barely a click, but the noise was still thunderous within the silence of the chamber. The moment pressed in around them, oppressive, as time itself crashed around them. A wand, glittering red in the fading sunlight, extended from his hand, equally red, though not from the sun. He observed the scene before him, his head cocked slightly in annoyed wonder. Of all the people in the world, they had always confounded him most; too stubborn by half, opinionated, and infuriatingly calm in the face of bedlam, they had, in turns, equally enraged and soothed him, used him and protected him, abandoned him and loved him. And he had loved them once, not so long ago; if he blinked, he could still smell old leather and see a man with a long white beard reaching forward with a bag of sweets. He could still see that damnable twinkle. For all that, there were others. The screams, shouts, pleas and burning flesh never left him; the dementors no longer brought forth his mother’s screams, but Ron’s cries as he lay weeping for his mother, his leg twitching five feet away. But, despite all that, his wand was steady.
“At first, I’ll admit I was tempted. In true imperial fashion, crucifixion was on the top of my list. I wondered how many days you would last before you succumbed. The look in your eye as your lungs began to give way, the moment when you realized it was time, when death would finally claim you, was something I’ve dreamed of, longed for. But, we couldn’t risk the implications, the potential for martyrdom, despite the martyr, was too high. You’re not worth that much consideration.”
Harry stepped forward, watching Minerva’s wand drop slightly out of the corner of his eye. A pang flitted across his heart at the stricken expression blanketing her face. It was an expression he had seen far too often over the years. There would only be one more. “I thought, perhaps, a more traditional fate would be appropriate. Drawing and quartering would certainly put the public’s fears to rest as your head hangs from the gates of the Ministry, but even that didn’t seem quite enough. You would still be there, constantly reminding the people.” He took another step forward, grimacing not only at the smell emanating from the man, but at his actions. The Minister, never taking his eyes from Harry, had unconsciously placed himself between Harry’s wand and Minerva. Even now he protected her.
“It finally came to me one night. You’re going to die Dumbledore, there’s no getting around that. But, it will be quick; it will be painless, and your ashes will be tossed to the four winds. You will not be joining her,” Harry nodded toward Minerva. “Your government will be disbanded, and the old Ministry will be re-constituted. Elections will be held within 3 months, and the Hogwarts curriculum will be also be re-instated. This time next year, all of this will have been a horrible nightmare, and you the Boogey man. You will be reviled, loathed, but only for awhile. Eventually, you will become as all other tyrants before you. You’ll be an oddity; you’ll cease to matter. I can think of nothing worse for a man so self-important.”
Harry smirked as Albus’ lip curled and his hand shook, causing sparks to fly from the tip of his wand, which had pointed at Harry’s heart the moment he stepped into the room. It had been too long. This moment had been building since Dumbledore had turned his back on everything he stood for, since he turned his back on her. No one blinked as the room shook and dust floated through the air or as the screams turned to moans. Everything stopped in that moment.
“Albus please; it’s enough. No more Albus. No more.” Minerva reached out and rested her hand on his wrist, the weight of her hand the only pressure. She could feel his pulse pound even there, matching her own. His skin was hot, painfully so, and she could feel the tremble of his body move into her own, joining them. The thought further stilled her dying heart as the hate flowed between the two men. Too many had died already, and she had failed them all, but if she could save one person, it would be worth whatever the price. She never moved her hand as she skirted around him, letting their bodies brush together, letting him feel her. They were chest to chest, breath to breath, and she paid Harry no mind as his wand pointed directly at her back. The trembling of his hand increased as her thumb began to rub along his wrist and his eyes finally fell to hers. She forced herself to look at the man even as his wounds made her stomach turn. “Do you remember Albus?” she asked, her voice thick and for him alone. “Do you remember when the snow storm hit, and we had to deliver Charlie in the living room of the Burrow? Do you when we left Harry with those people, and you cried every night for a week in your sleep while I held your hand? Remember the little girl living on the street, her family gone, that you carried in your arms to safety.” She reached up and stroked the one patch of skin above the armour not burned beyond recognition. “You’ve always valued life Albus. Don’t take anymore.”
Her eyes searched his, seeking out the flicker that had tormented her all week. He returned her gaze, slate grey eyes piercing and his breaths heavy. His mouth worked, but no sounds spilled forth, and it was over almost as soon as it began. His eyes softened and dropped closed, a look of anguish crossing his mangled features, while his shoulders slumped and his wand dropped to hang loosely at his side. A single tear slid down her cheek as his head hung and he staggered back to lean against the desk, giving himself a clear view of the angry man before him. He looked every inch the old, defeated, man that she could never image him to be. “Well,” he said, looking up wearily, spreading his arms as wide his injuries would allow him. “Get on with it then. What’s wrong?” he asked when Harry made no move. “Is the target too small? Here,” he reached up and undid the straps holding his armour in place. It fell away from his body, showing a white shirt, long soaked red, clinging to a well muscled chest. The way he favoured his left side clearly showed broken ribs, and the gash over his clavicle had finally burned closed. “Just aim for the heart Harry; I promise it’s still there.”
Harry looked between the two as he stepped forward. “All you had to do was walk away; you could have just gone back to whatever rabbit hole you sprang from, and we would have left you alone.” His eyes were flat, the spark of anger gone, leaving his emerald eyes a dull green. “This entire mess started because of her, she comes back, and even that wasn’t enough! She’s been trying to save your sorry arse all week. We caught her.” Harry watched the disbelief creep into his misshapen features, contorting an already impossible visage. “I was tempted to kill her, but she was adamant that you be given the opportunity for redemption. That’s what love is, isn’t Minister? Isn’t that what you taught me? That no matter what a person may do, who they may become, we care for them anyway; we try to forgive them? We gave her that chance. You failed.” The chanting outside the door grew louder as the masse closed in on them. “We extracted silence as payment for both your safety and hers.” Minerva’s vision clouded and Albus began to wheeze. “She still loved you enough to care.”
No one had a chance to react to his final jab as all hell broke loose around them. The solid door behind them gave way with a thunderous crash, splintering as it fell. A boy, no more than fifteen, stumbled through, his brown eyes wild. It was only in the space of a heartbeat; no one saw the wand. The boy didn’t aim, just threw the curse at the first person he saw. A green light of a different type shot across the room, and Minerva didn’t have time to react before a weight collided with her, shoving her to the ground beneath it, encircling her. A whine filled the air as Harry struck down the boy, removing his wand until the young man could regain his senses. Minerva choked as the air was, again, knocked from her lungs and every mouthful brought the stench of blood to her nostrils. She attempted to push off the weight holding her down, and she was finally successful at rolling them both.
She made her way, unsteadily, to her feet, her eyes wide at the body spread out before her. His gaze was empty, his wand laying only inches from his limp hand. She looked up at Harry, who stared at her in shock. Her eyes followed his, and her hands raised up to the level of her eyes. They, and the rest of her, were covered in blood, his blood. Minerva was startled by a loud keening noise, and it took a beat before she realized the sound was coming from her own throat. She wailed a pain incomprehensible bringing her to her knees before him, her fingers resting on his stilled chest. She raised her head, wounded eyes locking on Harry, his wand falling limp at his side. It wasn’t supposed to end like this, never like this. He took a step forward, his hand reaching out, but he never made it. He felt the tingle of magic creep up his spine before he heard it. A flash of blinding light filled the room, quickly followed by a deafening boom as glass shattered and Harry was forced to his knees against the onslaught. He reached up to cover his eyes, and in that instant, there was a ghost before everything quieted, and Harry Potter found himself alone with the body of a man he was only just now beginning to know.
They landed together, crumpled on the floor of his office, but they were together. He could feel her shaking in his arms as he struggled to right them both. He looked up into concerned eyes as Severus helped them to their feet, and pulled Minerva closer. The office was in shambles; instrument pieces littered the floor, lemon drops stuck to every possible surface, and one or two of the portraits looked scandalized beyond repair. He wrapped his arms around her waist as Minerva burrowed into his chest, taking in lung fulls of the familiar scent, trying to extract every ounce of comfort from his warmth. She lifted her head, her lips trailing along his neck, before they made contact with his, and he pulled her tightly to him. The kiss was desperate, passionate, almost painful as a week of pent of pain, fear, and rage flowed from her. A haze of green and worn faces flashed through her mind, even as his tongue stroked against hers. Screams, moans, and angry words played out in her ears while a moan of a different sort rumbled through his chest, and she answered with her own. The kiss tapered away, breaths washing over faces and Minerva leaned into him for moment, gripping his robes between her fingers. In the next second, Albus was standing alone, watching her walk away and through the door behind her, her heels and his ragged breathing the only sounds to be heard. Her confusion, relief, and sorrow flowed through him along with her joy, and he let her go.
Severus looked between the door and the, now slightly bloody and disheveled, headmaster. It had only been five seconds, and now everything should be back to what passes for normal in his life. So why was he getting a splitting headache? He turned to the headmaster. “What the bloody hell was that?!”
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Post by dianahawthorne on Jan 15, 2009 12:49:40 GMT -5
YES!!!!!!!!!!!! AN UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And a marvellous one at that, my dear. This was superb, and I can't wait for the next one!!
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Post by mercifulheavens on Jan 16, 2009 0:04:18 GMT -5
This story is fantastic! Poor Minerva, to go through all hell... but it will all be alright now... right? If not, I look forward to more of this gripping story. If so, I still look forward to more of this wonderful fiction!
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Post by minerva92 on Jan 16, 2009 15:53:30 GMT -5
i really love this fanfiction... it's so exiting... i hope for more... :-)
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