Post by Sensiblyquirky on Nov 21, 2005 22:16:03 GMT -5
Title: GOF SPOILER, after the argument
Summary: My imagination having some fun with what we didn’t see.
Rating: anyone on this board
Disclaimer: I own neither the world Harry Potter and its characters, nor the movie.
Dedicated To: The paper I should be writing instead.
Albus smacked his hand on the pensieve in frustration before returning the object behind the wall, and back into its hiding place. Twirling his wand between his restless fingers Albus turned to find Professors Moody and Snape had not moved, but Minerva was now standing by the window in the back of his office. Her shoulders were slumped ever so slightly, but before Albus could dismiss the other men in the room Moody spoke.
“Minerva, stop your worrying. Harry’s already proven himself in dangerous situations; he’ll probably win the damn thing.” Albus watched Minerva intensely: she turned around slowly to face the men in the room.
“He is a boy, Alastor, a boy. The age of entry was decided upon for a specific reason, and he is three years under that age! Alastor, his past is one more reason to do everything within our power to ensure that he has one year at Hogwarts devoid of dangerous situations.”
“As if that were possible; he places himself into them,” Snape sneered.
“He did not ask to be entered into this contest,” Minerva replied firmly.
“You’ve always been loyal, blindly loyal, to a Gryffindor.”
“Severus, Alastor you may retire for the evening.” Not a word was spoken as the two men filed out of the Headmaster’s large door, both knowing only Albus could placate Minerva.
Albus and Minerva stared at each other in quiet respect until they were the only remaining occupants in the room. Albus broke the silence when he was assured they were alone, “This Gryffindor appreciates your loyalty.”
“You’ll always have it.” Minerva spoke softly as one hand stroked the necklace resting on her chest.
“It looks good on you,” Albus complimented as he walked to stand in front of his Deputy Head by the window.
“You have good taste…in some things,” she added after a pause throwing a look at a purple chair in one corner of the room.
Albus took Minerva’s hand into his own and used his thumb to massage her palm while his eyes surveyed her face and body, “Yes, yes I do.”
Minerva blushed and dropped her gaze as a smile graced her lips, “You like to flatter, don’t you?”
“I like to see the blush it brings to your cheeks, I like that flattery makes you smile, and I like that, though you would never admit it, it makes you happy.” Suddenly Albus wrapped an arm around Minerva’s waist and pulled her closer while removing her hat with the other hand.
“Correction, it makes me happy when you compliment me.”
Moments passed in silence as the couple took comfort in their embrace, but the discussion of the tournament was still on Minerva’s mind. “Albus, I don’t like that you’re letting Harry compete.”
“I know Minerva, but if someone put his name in the goblet we need to know why.”
“You can find that out without him competing. He could be killed.”
“Do you think I don’t know that,” Albus replied more forcefully than he intended and in the process dislodged himself from Minerva’s arms.
“Then why let him compete? If he was entered in for a reason then the end result can be thwarted. I highly doubt whatever is to be obtained by Potter’s entry is pleasant.”
“He has a destiny, Minerva, and this may be the beginning of it all, which is beyond my ability to change, please just trust me.”
“I have always trusted you, Albus; I just don’t want the boy used as bait. I want him to be happy,” she added as an afterthought turning back around to gaze out the window.
“I have always wanted that.”
“I know, darling, I know. I suppose that’s why I don’t understand your decision, but I’ll trust and follow it.”
“And if he is killed?” Albus asked his voice rough. Reaching out he turned Minerva around so as to look into her eyes as she answered him.
“I’ll rage against you for a time, but at the end of the day I’ll still love you.”
Albus stared at Minerva for a long time before he crushed his lips to hers. His hands moved quickly over her figure, removing her outer robe.
“Can you stay here tonight,” he asked breathlessly as he walked her backwards up the stairs.
“I had planned to anyway.”
Hours later Albus was pacing in his sitting room, his dressing gown pulled onto his body but the tie had slipped loose. Minerva had risen upon finding her lover missing, and she stood in the doorway watching Albus pace for a few minutes. She moved slowly to stand in front of him, and reached for the belt.
“I imagine it’s a bit cold with this untied, though I admit I like the view it affords.”
“I hadn’t really noticed.”
“You don’t notice much when your deep in thought; absentminded Professor indeed.” Minerva tapped his nose and then kissed the appendage before sitting in her favorite chair.
“I thought you would sleep soundly for the rest of the night,” Albus commented while reaching out to play with Minerva’s hair.
“I missed you. It gets lonely in that big bed without you, not to mention cold.”
“Forgot which the sock drawer is did you?”
“I swear the damn thing moves.” Albus and Minerva shared a laugh before Minerva stood up, and held out her hand to Albus.
“Come back to bed. You won’t find all the solutions tonight, and you need some rest.”
“Let me add a thought to the pensieve, and then I promise to come up. I won’t be long.” Kissing her softly on the temple Albus shooed Minerva back up the stairs before he left for his office. He leaned over the pensieve, and sighed. He had no idea what the tournament held in store for Harry, but he believed it was beyond his power to control it and that aggravated him greatly. ‘Well, at least no matter what happens I’ve still got her.’ With that final thought Albus headed upstairs to join Minerva.
*I invite anyone else to either write this scene in a different way or to take your favorite AD/MM moment from the fourth movie and expound upon it. Pretend you are the director, and what you say goes!!
Summary: My imagination having some fun with what we didn’t see.
Rating: anyone on this board
Disclaimer: I own neither the world Harry Potter and its characters, nor the movie.
Dedicated To: The paper I should be writing instead.
Albus smacked his hand on the pensieve in frustration before returning the object behind the wall, and back into its hiding place. Twirling his wand between his restless fingers Albus turned to find Professors Moody and Snape had not moved, but Minerva was now standing by the window in the back of his office. Her shoulders were slumped ever so slightly, but before Albus could dismiss the other men in the room Moody spoke.
“Minerva, stop your worrying. Harry’s already proven himself in dangerous situations; he’ll probably win the damn thing.” Albus watched Minerva intensely: she turned around slowly to face the men in the room.
“He is a boy, Alastor, a boy. The age of entry was decided upon for a specific reason, and he is three years under that age! Alastor, his past is one more reason to do everything within our power to ensure that he has one year at Hogwarts devoid of dangerous situations.”
“As if that were possible; he places himself into them,” Snape sneered.
“He did not ask to be entered into this contest,” Minerva replied firmly.
“You’ve always been loyal, blindly loyal, to a Gryffindor.”
“Severus, Alastor you may retire for the evening.” Not a word was spoken as the two men filed out of the Headmaster’s large door, both knowing only Albus could placate Minerva.
Albus and Minerva stared at each other in quiet respect until they were the only remaining occupants in the room. Albus broke the silence when he was assured they were alone, “This Gryffindor appreciates your loyalty.”
“You’ll always have it.” Minerva spoke softly as one hand stroked the necklace resting on her chest.
“It looks good on you,” Albus complimented as he walked to stand in front of his Deputy Head by the window.
“You have good taste…in some things,” she added after a pause throwing a look at a purple chair in one corner of the room.
Albus took Minerva’s hand into his own and used his thumb to massage her palm while his eyes surveyed her face and body, “Yes, yes I do.”
Minerva blushed and dropped her gaze as a smile graced her lips, “You like to flatter, don’t you?”
“I like to see the blush it brings to your cheeks, I like that flattery makes you smile, and I like that, though you would never admit it, it makes you happy.” Suddenly Albus wrapped an arm around Minerva’s waist and pulled her closer while removing her hat with the other hand.
“Correction, it makes me happy when you compliment me.”
Moments passed in silence as the couple took comfort in their embrace, but the discussion of the tournament was still on Minerva’s mind. “Albus, I don’t like that you’re letting Harry compete.”
“I know Minerva, but if someone put his name in the goblet we need to know why.”
“You can find that out without him competing. He could be killed.”
“Do you think I don’t know that,” Albus replied more forcefully than he intended and in the process dislodged himself from Minerva’s arms.
“Then why let him compete? If he was entered in for a reason then the end result can be thwarted. I highly doubt whatever is to be obtained by Potter’s entry is pleasant.”
“He has a destiny, Minerva, and this may be the beginning of it all, which is beyond my ability to change, please just trust me.”
“I have always trusted you, Albus; I just don’t want the boy used as bait. I want him to be happy,” she added as an afterthought turning back around to gaze out the window.
“I have always wanted that.”
“I know, darling, I know. I suppose that’s why I don’t understand your decision, but I’ll trust and follow it.”
“And if he is killed?” Albus asked his voice rough. Reaching out he turned Minerva around so as to look into her eyes as she answered him.
“I’ll rage against you for a time, but at the end of the day I’ll still love you.”
Albus stared at Minerva for a long time before he crushed his lips to hers. His hands moved quickly over her figure, removing her outer robe.
“Can you stay here tonight,” he asked breathlessly as he walked her backwards up the stairs.
“I had planned to anyway.”
Hours later Albus was pacing in his sitting room, his dressing gown pulled onto his body but the tie had slipped loose. Minerva had risen upon finding her lover missing, and she stood in the doorway watching Albus pace for a few minutes. She moved slowly to stand in front of him, and reached for the belt.
“I imagine it’s a bit cold with this untied, though I admit I like the view it affords.”
“I hadn’t really noticed.”
“You don’t notice much when your deep in thought; absentminded Professor indeed.” Minerva tapped his nose and then kissed the appendage before sitting in her favorite chair.
“I thought you would sleep soundly for the rest of the night,” Albus commented while reaching out to play with Minerva’s hair.
“I missed you. It gets lonely in that big bed without you, not to mention cold.”
“Forgot which the sock drawer is did you?”
“I swear the damn thing moves.” Albus and Minerva shared a laugh before Minerva stood up, and held out her hand to Albus.
“Come back to bed. You won’t find all the solutions tonight, and you need some rest.”
“Let me add a thought to the pensieve, and then I promise to come up. I won’t be long.” Kissing her softly on the temple Albus shooed Minerva back up the stairs before he left for his office. He leaned over the pensieve, and sighed. He had no idea what the tournament held in store for Harry, but he believed it was beyond his power to control it and that aggravated him greatly. ‘Well, at least no matter what happens I’ve still got her.’ With that final thought Albus headed upstairs to join Minerva.
*I invite anyone else to either write this scene in a different way or to take your favorite AD/MM moment from the fourth movie and expound upon it. Pretend you are the director, and what you say goes!!
A different response to the scene that I had imagined but that is great because it gives us another AD/MM story and an added scene to the movie lol
Great story 
