Post by amandahleigh on Nov 27, 2005 15:09:39 GMT -5
This is a response to the following plot bunny:
Right now, this is a PG rated drama, I suppose, but part two will include a lemon (at least, that's what I'm trying to make happen!) so I figured I'd average the two and go with Romance. but if anyone thinks I shoud move it, no problem. I'm not good with this genre thing
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Albus and the Sleeping Beauty
Part One: Beauty on the Battlefield
The last battle was over.
And Harry was victorious.
Of course, he had not done it alone. He had Ron and Hermione by his side. He had Neville, Luna, Ginny, Fred and George. Susan Bones and Ernie Macmillan, by chance, were there to assist. Minerva McGonagall was with the Weasley’s when they got word that Harry was battling the Dark Lord. They all arrived, Minerva, Molly, Arthur, Bill, Fleur and Charlie, wands at the ready. They fought the Death Eaters while Harry and Voldemort threw spell after spell at one another, never quite connecting. Tonks and Remus were there, too, Harry found out after, as was Mad-Eye Moody and a couple of other Aurors who were not in the Order.
And others were fighting as well. Bellatrix Lestrange, determined to kill Neville Longbottom, or drive him into insanity like his Mum and Dad, was battling the boy. Fenrir, the werewolf, lunged at Bill several times, threatening to finish what he started, when Fleur, having just stunned Walden Macnair, turned to the beast and screamed “Mourir Pur Péniblement,” a centuries-old French spell that was extremely difficult to master despite it’s simple wording (“Die Pure Painfully”). It combined two of the Unforgivable curses, and Bill and Fleur stared a moment as Fenrir Greyback twitched uncontrollably, shrieking, and a moment later a green light engulfed him, and he was still.
One by one Death Eaters fell, mostly stunned by members of the Order, who tried to avoid killing.
Ernie was the first causality of the light. Lucius Malfoy was the one who did it, the one who performed the Killing Curse. Our of the corner of her eye, Minerva saw the horror on Draco’s face as he watched his classmate crumple to the ground. He and Snape had just arrived. Just then, Ginny came from behind and hit the Death Eater attacking Minerva with a rather powerful hex, and Minerva McGonagall took a moment to watch the scene unfolding in front of her. Draco Malfoy raised his arm without a word, and sent out a Stunning spell towards his father. Minerva saw his mouth move, but did not hear him whisper, “I am sorry, Father.”
Minerva looked past the blond young man and clenched her fists when she saw Snape. She raised her arm, fully prepared to murder the man who so coldly killed her very best friend almost exactly one year ago when a familiar voice from behind her yelled, “Don’t!”
She spun around and came face to face with… “Albus?”
“It is I, Minerva. I cannot explain now, Tabby-kitten, but do trust me.” She nodded blankly. No one, ever, except for Albus, called her Tabby-kitten. But how could it be? Albus Dumbledore had died? Hadn’t he?
But Minerva had no more time to think it over. The battle continued.
It took perhaps three minutes for Voldemort to realize that Albus Dumbledore was present. The shock was evident on his horribly disfigured and disgusting face. “Dumbledore! How is it possible?!” He sneered, and Harry laughed. “As if I’m going to fall for that!” He said. “The old, hey, look behind you, it’s the dead awakened!”
Dumbledore could not help but grin. Harry was certainly a smart boy. Age 17. A young man.
“Bloody Hell!” Shouted Ron Weasley, momentarily taking his eyes off of the man he was dueling with. A millisecond later he was hit with a very powerful and painful curse, and Hermione screamed. “Crucio!” She shouted at the same time as Molly Weasley, and the man, later identified as Lucius’ cousin Alcapricious Malfoy, fell to his knees in excruciating pain. The next few moments were a blur of action and spells. Harry broke connection with Voldemort to stun Crabbe senior, who was standing behind Hermione and had just shouted, “Avada…!” Dumbledore shielded Harry with his own ancient magic, and Voldemort, in that second, sent an ancient spell flying at him, saying only, “Back to sleep, old man!” But Minerva, having just been disarmed by Rabastan Lestrange, threw herself in front of Albus and caught the spell herself. Snape then disarmed both Neville and Bellatrix at the same time, as they had also shouted “Avada Ked-” at each other in unison. Draco found his mother unconscious on the ground and whispered “Ennervate” to awaken her. There was a split second of silence. Harry, still under Dumbledore’s protection, was the next one to call out.
“The last Horcrux!” He screamed at the top of his voice, holding up the locket found at Grimmauld Place two years before. Action seemed to stop everywhere else, if only for a moment. He held up his wand as Voldemort’s eyes widened, and Harry prodded it. It exploded in a cloud of smoke, and the Dark Lord flinched as if someone had punched him. Before Voldemort of his confused followers could react, the words had slipped from Harry’s lips. “Avada Kedavra!”
There was stunned silence from all parties as the self-proclaimed Dark Lord, the one called Voldemort, fell to the ground. He was dead.
“Flee!” yelled Bellatrix, who, to her dismay, found that she could not apparate.
“Disapperation jinx,” Snape explained calmly, and she shrieked. That was when it was clear to several members of the Order what Snape had been doing wandering around the field, dodging curses and not hurting anyone. There was a flurry of excitement as every semi-healthy adult in the vicinity attempted to disappear. Those able to, all Order members or Aurors, reapparead two or three feet from where they had just been standing. None of the Death Eaters were able to do as much.
“Run!” yelled Bellatrix Lestrange, and again there was a mess of spells thrown out, binding Riddle’s followers in various ways. Dumbledore himself summoned more Auror’s, the Minister of Magic, and any other necessary representatives from the Ministry, and then he placed an arm around Harry. “It’s going to be alright, now, son,” he whispered.
Meanwhile, Arthur was tending to Ron, who was shaky and suffering a couple of probably-broken ribs. Hermione was by his side as well. Ginny rushed over to Harry, and Molly, sobbing, clung to Charlie, who was limping slightly but otherwise unharmed. Mad-Eye, Remus, Tonks, and the two Auror’s that Harry did not know were walking around the field, stunning and binding the many Death Eaters, and taking the masks off of those still wearing them. Draco, shaking, stayed close to his mother, and voluntarily surrendered his wand to Lupin.
Susan Bones was unconscious, and had large painful looking boils all over her face and torso. Tonks summoned Poppy Pomfrey, who arrived before the Minister, and the nurse quickly began healing the hurt students. Luna was bleeding from the mouth, and practically convulsing. Fred Weasley was old cold and George was physically alright, but terribly dizzy as the result of a combination of curses that hit him at once.
And Ernie was dead.
Albus knelt down and examined Minerva. His heart hurt, and he had to struggle to hold back tears. All those years, all those years he had been working so closely with Minerva McGonagall, and he had never told her how he secretly felt about her…and then to have to hide out this whole year, watching from a distance, worrying and waiting and dreaming at night. Sometimes nightmares about Harry, sometimes fantasies about… Albus shook his head in disbelief. Another student, dead because of Tom Riddle. Harry Potter is a murderer. Fleur Delacour is as well. Neville is guilty of having attempted the Killing Curse. Ginny, Hermione and Molly are all guilty of having performed Unforgivable Curses during the battle, and perhaps more of this had happened before he arrived. So much destruction, so much devastation.
Finally the Ministry officials arrived. The several Auror’s who appeared in the field joined Tonks and crew collecting Death Eaters, and forced them into an Unbreakable Cage for transport to Azkaban. Rufus Scrimgeour looked around, horrified, at the mess of bodies and the people crying and the pain. Then, he locked eyes with Dumbledore.
“Al…Albus Dumbledore?” He stammered, and the great wizard nodded. “But how?”
“It is a long and complicate story, Minister,” said Albus in his usual calm, cool, gentle voice. “As soon as we get everyone either back to Hogwarts or to St. Mungo’s, I will be happy to explain some of it to you. But I am afraid you will have to wait for the full explanation until after I am satisfied that Minerva…and the others…are alright.”
Scrimgeour nodded. “Then let us clear the field.”
Dunno where I should post this, so I decided for the Plot Bunny Adoption Center instead of the Challenge Board, hope I'm right here
Yesterday I was reading "sleeping beauty" again... and while I was thinking about the story my neighbours started to make out that loud that even I could hear it through the walls... yea (and the walls here aren't thin... *lol*)
While I've tried to ignore the noise I was hit by an idea that won't leave my head - what if if Albus hadn't died and the last battle is finally over but before Voldemort had vanished he had cast a random "sleeping beauty" spell on Minerva? Albus tries to wake her up but just kissing doesn't work...
Not to forget that there are not together or something but secretly in love with eachother The setting can be Albus chambers oder maybe a cave near the battlefield cuz the field itself is full of poisonous smoke and there stuck in the cave for some time... just choose whatever you like and take care of the bunny, it won't bite
Yesterday I was reading "sleeping beauty" again... and while I was thinking about the story my neighbours started to make out that loud that even I could hear it through the walls... yea (and the walls here aren't thin... *lol*)
While I've tried to ignore the noise I was hit by an idea that won't leave my head - what if if Albus hadn't died and the last battle is finally over but before Voldemort had vanished he had cast a random "sleeping beauty" spell on Minerva? Albus tries to wake her up but just kissing doesn't work...
Not to forget that there are not together or something but secretly in love with eachother The setting can be Albus chambers oder maybe a cave near the battlefield cuz the field itself is full of poisonous smoke and there stuck in the cave for some time... just choose whatever you like and take care of the bunny, it won't bite
Right now, this is a PG rated drama, I suppose, but part two will include a lemon (at least, that's what I'm trying to make happen!) so I figured I'd average the two and go with Romance. but if anyone thinks I shoud move it, no problem. I'm not good with this genre thing
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Albus and the Sleeping Beauty
Part One: Beauty on the Battlefield
The last battle was over.
And Harry was victorious.
Of course, he had not done it alone. He had Ron and Hermione by his side. He had Neville, Luna, Ginny, Fred and George. Susan Bones and Ernie Macmillan, by chance, were there to assist. Minerva McGonagall was with the Weasley’s when they got word that Harry was battling the Dark Lord. They all arrived, Minerva, Molly, Arthur, Bill, Fleur and Charlie, wands at the ready. They fought the Death Eaters while Harry and Voldemort threw spell after spell at one another, never quite connecting. Tonks and Remus were there, too, Harry found out after, as was Mad-Eye Moody and a couple of other Aurors who were not in the Order.
And others were fighting as well. Bellatrix Lestrange, determined to kill Neville Longbottom, or drive him into insanity like his Mum and Dad, was battling the boy. Fenrir, the werewolf, lunged at Bill several times, threatening to finish what he started, when Fleur, having just stunned Walden Macnair, turned to the beast and screamed “Mourir Pur Péniblement,” a centuries-old French spell that was extremely difficult to master despite it’s simple wording (“Die Pure Painfully”). It combined two of the Unforgivable curses, and Bill and Fleur stared a moment as Fenrir Greyback twitched uncontrollably, shrieking, and a moment later a green light engulfed him, and he was still.
One by one Death Eaters fell, mostly stunned by members of the Order, who tried to avoid killing.
Ernie was the first causality of the light. Lucius Malfoy was the one who did it, the one who performed the Killing Curse. Our of the corner of her eye, Minerva saw the horror on Draco’s face as he watched his classmate crumple to the ground. He and Snape had just arrived. Just then, Ginny came from behind and hit the Death Eater attacking Minerva with a rather powerful hex, and Minerva McGonagall took a moment to watch the scene unfolding in front of her. Draco Malfoy raised his arm without a word, and sent out a Stunning spell towards his father. Minerva saw his mouth move, but did not hear him whisper, “I am sorry, Father.”
Minerva looked past the blond young man and clenched her fists when she saw Snape. She raised her arm, fully prepared to murder the man who so coldly killed her very best friend almost exactly one year ago when a familiar voice from behind her yelled, “Don’t!”
She spun around and came face to face with… “Albus?”
“It is I, Minerva. I cannot explain now, Tabby-kitten, but do trust me.” She nodded blankly. No one, ever, except for Albus, called her Tabby-kitten. But how could it be? Albus Dumbledore had died? Hadn’t he?
But Minerva had no more time to think it over. The battle continued.
It took perhaps three minutes for Voldemort to realize that Albus Dumbledore was present. The shock was evident on his horribly disfigured and disgusting face. “Dumbledore! How is it possible?!” He sneered, and Harry laughed. “As if I’m going to fall for that!” He said. “The old, hey, look behind you, it’s the dead awakened!”
Dumbledore could not help but grin. Harry was certainly a smart boy. Age 17. A young man.
“Bloody Hell!” Shouted Ron Weasley, momentarily taking his eyes off of the man he was dueling with. A millisecond later he was hit with a very powerful and painful curse, and Hermione screamed. “Crucio!” She shouted at the same time as Molly Weasley, and the man, later identified as Lucius’ cousin Alcapricious Malfoy, fell to his knees in excruciating pain. The next few moments were a blur of action and spells. Harry broke connection with Voldemort to stun Crabbe senior, who was standing behind Hermione and had just shouted, “Avada…!” Dumbledore shielded Harry with his own ancient magic, and Voldemort, in that second, sent an ancient spell flying at him, saying only, “Back to sleep, old man!” But Minerva, having just been disarmed by Rabastan Lestrange, threw herself in front of Albus and caught the spell herself. Snape then disarmed both Neville and Bellatrix at the same time, as they had also shouted “Avada Ked-” at each other in unison. Draco found his mother unconscious on the ground and whispered “Ennervate” to awaken her. There was a split second of silence. Harry, still under Dumbledore’s protection, was the next one to call out.
“The last Horcrux!” He screamed at the top of his voice, holding up the locket found at Grimmauld Place two years before. Action seemed to stop everywhere else, if only for a moment. He held up his wand as Voldemort’s eyes widened, and Harry prodded it. It exploded in a cloud of smoke, and the Dark Lord flinched as if someone had punched him. Before Voldemort of his confused followers could react, the words had slipped from Harry’s lips. “Avada Kedavra!”
There was stunned silence from all parties as the self-proclaimed Dark Lord, the one called Voldemort, fell to the ground. He was dead.
“Flee!” yelled Bellatrix, who, to her dismay, found that she could not apparate.
“Disapperation jinx,” Snape explained calmly, and she shrieked. That was when it was clear to several members of the Order what Snape had been doing wandering around the field, dodging curses and not hurting anyone. There was a flurry of excitement as every semi-healthy adult in the vicinity attempted to disappear. Those able to, all Order members or Aurors, reapparead two or three feet from where they had just been standing. None of the Death Eaters were able to do as much.
“Run!” yelled Bellatrix Lestrange, and again there was a mess of spells thrown out, binding Riddle’s followers in various ways. Dumbledore himself summoned more Auror’s, the Minister of Magic, and any other necessary representatives from the Ministry, and then he placed an arm around Harry. “It’s going to be alright, now, son,” he whispered.
Meanwhile, Arthur was tending to Ron, who was shaky and suffering a couple of probably-broken ribs. Hermione was by his side as well. Ginny rushed over to Harry, and Molly, sobbing, clung to Charlie, who was limping slightly but otherwise unharmed. Mad-Eye, Remus, Tonks, and the two Auror’s that Harry did not know were walking around the field, stunning and binding the many Death Eaters, and taking the masks off of those still wearing them. Draco, shaking, stayed close to his mother, and voluntarily surrendered his wand to Lupin.
Susan Bones was unconscious, and had large painful looking boils all over her face and torso. Tonks summoned Poppy Pomfrey, who arrived before the Minister, and the nurse quickly began healing the hurt students. Luna was bleeding from the mouth, and practically convulsing. Fred Weasley was old cold and George was physically alright, but terribly dizzy as the result of a combination of curses that hit him at once.
And Ernie was dead.
Albus knelt down and examined Minerva. His heart hurt, and he had to struggle to hold back tears. All those years, all those years he had been working so closely with Minerva McGonagall, and he had never told her how he secretly felt about her…and then to have to hide out this whole year, watching from a distance, worrying and waiting and dreaming at night. Sometimes nightmares about Harry, sometimes fantasies about… Albus shook his head in disbelief. Another student, dead because of Tom Riddle. Harry Potter is a murderer. Fleur Delacour is as well. Neville is guilty of having attempted the Killing Curse. Ginny, Hermione and Molly are all guilty of having performed Unforgivable Curses during the battle, and perhaps more of this had happened before he arrived. So much destruction, so much devastation.
Finally the Ministry officials arrived. The several Auror’s who appeared in the field joined Tonks and crew collecting Death Eaters, and forced them into an Unbreakable Cage for transport to Azkaban. Rufus Scrimgeour looked around, horrified, at the mess of bodies and the people crying and the pain. Then, he locked eyes with Dumbledore.
“Al…Albus Dumbledore?” He stammered, and the great wizard nodded. “But how?”
“It is a long and complicate story, Minister,” said Albus in his usual calm, cool, gentle voice. “As soon as we get everyone either back to Hogwarts or to St. Mungo’s, I will be happy to explain some of it to you. But I am afraid you will have to wait for the full explanation until after I am satisfied that Minerva…and the others…are alright.”
Scrimgeour nodded. “Then let us clear the field.”
. cant wait for next instalment, keep up the great work 
