Post by Blue on Apr 7, 2009 18:42:54 GMT -5
His Two Best Girls
Summary: After Albus and Minerva are ‘outed’ by the Daily Prophet and a Death Eater attack against a teacher, Albus feels the only option is to move his daughter back to Hogwarts.
Rating: PG-13, for the moment.
Disclaimer: Jo. Need I say more?
A/N: After a Harry Potter hiatus, I found this fic on my computer and decided to finish it. ADMM is only one of two major ships in this fic, so I hope it’s ok to post it here?
He was dead. Minerva couldn’t believe it, couldn’t imagine her life without his sweet smile at breakfast, refused to imagine her life without his subtle humour cheering her when she was down. Without her knowledge, her feet were leading her towards the Griffin guarding the Headmaster’s office, the one place that had always managed to bring her comfort. As she rode the moving staircase she sobbed quietly; hate was a strong word she did not like to use, but how she hated Death Eaters, every single one of them, for taking her dear friend away from her.
Entering the office she could do no more than stand there, her eyes too clouded with tears to be able to see anything.
“Minerva,” Albus whispered, upset himself but more concerned for her.
When he approached her she could do no more than fall into his arms, sobbing against his chest for the friend she had lost.
“I know how close you were to Filius, I am so terribly sorry.” He whispered into her hair, rubbing his hands up and down her back.
Eventually, her sobs quietened and he led her up to his desk so they could sit and discuss matters which, difficult though they were, needed to be discussed. However, he had no idea how to broach the subject, he did not want to upset Minerva again.
“I presume that Madam Hooch will be taking over as the Head of Ravenclaw,” Minerva said, saving Albus the trouble of finding the right words to start that conversation. “But I will start to advertise the job of Charms Professor as soon as possible. After the funeral of course…” At the mention of his funeral, Minerva’s face crumpled again, but she managed, by raising her eyebrows and clearing her throat, to compose herself.
“Actually, I already had a person for Charms Professor in mind.”
“Oh?” Minerva questioned, but at his deeply uncomfortable look a troubling thought worked its way into Minerva’s mind. “No!” she said sharply, “not Amelia. Not our daughter.”
“My dear, I have given this quite some thought and it really is the best…”
“It’s too dangerous, she’d be right in the limelight here!” Minerva said, her tone laced with panic. There wasn’t really anyway to stop Albus giving Amelia the job, but appealing to Albus would be much easier than asking her often stubborn daughter not to accept it.
“At the moment she’d be right in the limelight anywhere,” Albus reasoned, gesturing towards the newspaper that contained the article, written by Rita Skeeter, of course, that revealed his family life; a secret that had been concealed for more than thirty years. “And she is bound to be much safer inside Hogwarts’ walls than without. Besides,” Albus said, shifting uncomfortably, “I would feel much better with my two best girls here with me, where I can protect you most easily.”
If it was anyone else, Minerva would have argued that she didn’t need protection and neither did her daughter, but it was Albus and she loved him; she could give him this.
“Ok,” Minerva said, despite her doubts, “I’ll write her, invite her for dinner Monday.”
With the students all being home for the holidays, the weekend went by uneventfully, and before Minerva knew it was Monday evening and she was preparing dinner ready for her daughter’s arrival. She could have just asked the house-elves of course, but she had always enjoyed cooking for her family, she just couldn’t seem to find much time for it nowadays.
Setting the final dish down on the table, she checked the clock on the wall - ten minutes left. Hurrying into the bedroom she shared with her husband, she shouted through to the bathroom to make sure he was nearly ready.
A knock on the door five minutes early, as was Amelia’s custom, had Minerva rushing back into the lounge to greet her daughter. It had been several months since she had last seen her, and after she had released her from a hug, she took in her appearance. Her black curly hair was unruly as ever, as Minerva’s was when she let it down, and her cheeks had hollowed slightly, but it did suit her and she hadn’t felt that different in her arms when Minerva had embraced her, so she let it go without mentioning it.
After they had exchanged a few fond words, Albus came through into the lounge to embrace his daughter as well. Deciding to give them a few moments alone, Minerva excused herself to go and pour them all a glass of wine.
Once they were all sitting around the table and devouring the exquisite meal Minerva had prepared, Albus got onto the topic that he had brought her here to discuss.
“You are aware, of course, of the passing of Professor Flitwick?” Albus asked, meeting his daughter’s blue eyes across the table.
“Yes.”
For a moment Minerva thought Amelia may cry, and was ready to jump up to comfort her daughter when her features cleared, and Minerva thought she must have been imagining it.
“I was sorry to hear about that, he was a great man.” Aimee continued after a moment.
Albus gave her a moment to clear her thoughts before continuing. “He was indeed, but I didn’t ask you here just for your company dear; I have an offer for you.”
“An offer?” Amelia asked.
“Yes, I’d like to ask offer you a position here. As Charms Professor.” Albus said, suddenly unsure as to whether she’d like the idea or not.
“Mum?” Amelia asked after a slight pause.
“Your father is convinced it’s the best way to keep us both safe,” Minerva said sadly, ever since she had learned she was pregnant, it had been her greatest fear that she’d no longer be able to keep her baby safe. Now, twenty six years later, her nightmares were starting to come true. Looking at Albus, she continued, “I’m…inclined to agree with him, but it has to be what you want as well, we can’t force you to take this job. We won’t,” she added sharply, with a pointed look at Albus. His powers of persuasion were infamous, but she’d be damned if he’d use them on their daughter.
Worrying the finger nail on her right thumb, a childhood habit she’d never been able to break, Amelia sat quietly for several moments. “I think… I’d like to give it a try. But what will people say? That you’ve given me the job just because I’m your daughter? They’ve already said that about mum.”
“Let me worry about the press, my girl, you just focus on learning how to teach. Your Charms skills are unquestionable, you just need to learn how to share them with your students.”
Amelia nodded slowly. “OK… when do you want me to move in to the castle?”
“Now,” Albus said, without missing a beat, but continued at Minerva’s warning look. “But if you need to take time to sort out your affairs, pack your things, of course we understand.”
“I can get them tomorrow,” Amelia said, it was almost a question. “But I’ll stay tonight.”
“Excellent!” Albus said, clapping his hands together and smiling like a child on Christmas morning.
After dessert had been served, they debated which room they should move Amelia into. Minerva and Amelia insisted it was too early to move anyone into Filius’ rooms, and when they did it should be the head of Ravenclaw, though Albus wanted her there as it was the closest to his office.
“There’s an empty room near the Gryffindor common room,” Minerva suggested. “It used to be used when the Head Girl had separate rooms… it’s not as big as a teacher’s suite but it doesn’t have to be permanent. If you’re uncomfortable there we can always find somewhere else to house you.”
After Amelia’s agreement, they all made their way down to the corridor outside the Gryffindor common room, and stopped outside a portrait of Meriel the Beautiful.
“Why are the head girl’s rooms on the Gryffindor corridor? Isn’t that a little biased?” Amelia asked. Much to both her parents disbelief, Aimee had been sorted into Ravenclaw when she’d been at Hogwarts, and remained fiercely loyal to her House.
“They moved every year, depending on what House the head girl came from. It just so happened that the last time these rooms were used, your mother was head girl. After that Headmaster Dippet decided not to segregate prefects from the rest of the school anymore, so the rooms had no reason to move.”
Appeased, Amelia nodded and waited for someone to open the door.
“Wizengamot,” Minerva said clearly to the slender woman, snoozing against the side of her frame. Fifty years ago, when Minerva had last spoken the password, she had thought to serve the Ministry’s court was the only way to fight for justice in their world.
The room was dusty from lack of use but, a few cleaning spells later, the furniture glistened, the bed was made and the room no longer smelt of dusty books. It was, as Minerva had said, a lot smaller than any teachers’ rooms. There was a small bed, slightly larger than a single but no where near the size of the teachers’ king size beds in one corner, a wardrobe along one wall and a window along the other, and opposite the bed there was a small fire place, a comfortable chair and a bookcase.
“You’ll have to use the Prefects’ bathroom for the moment, until we get something more permanent sorted out,” Albus said regretfully, but was pleased by the slight smile on his daughter’s face as she looked around her new lodgings. “We’ll leave you now, you know where we are if we need anything,” Albus said, kissing Amelia softly on the cheek. Flicking his wand at the bed, he transfigured one of the pillows into a set of pyjamas and a robe, before stepping outside to give Minerva some time alone with her daughter.
After reassuring her mother that, yes, she was quite content to be staying at Hogwarts and, no, she wouldn’t hesitate to tell her if that changed; Amelia was left alone in her room, thinking about the days and weeks ahead, and the effect being made public was bound to have on her parent’s marriage.
tbc...
Summary: After Albus and Minerva are ‘outed’ by the Daily Prophet and a Death Eater attack against a teacher, Albus feels the only option is to move his daughter back to Hogwarts.
Rating: PG-13, for the moment.
Disclaimer: Jo. Need I say more?
A/N: After a Harry Potter hiatus, I found this fic on my computer and decided to finish it. ADMM is only one of two major ships in this fic, so I hope it’s ok to post it here?
He was dead. Minerva couldn’t believe it, couldn’t imagine her life without his sweet smile at breakfast, refused to imagine her life without his subtle humour cheering her when she was down. Without her knowledge, her feet were leading her towards the Griffin guarding the Headmaster’s office, the one place that had always managed to bring her comfort. As she rode the moving staircase she sobbed quietly; hate was a strong word she did not like to use, but how she hated Death Eaters, every single one of them, for taking her dear friend away from her.
Entering the office she could do no more than stand there, her eyes too clouded with tears to be able to see anything.
“Minerva,” Albus whispered, upset himself but more concerned for her.
When he approached her she could do no more than fall into his arms, sobbing against his chest for the friend she had lost.
“I know how close you were to Filius, I am so terribly sorry.” He whispered into her hair, rubbing his hands up and down her back.
Eventually, her sobs quietened and he led her up to his desk so they could sit and discuss matters which, difficult though they were, needed to be discussed. However, he had no idea how to broach the subject, he did not want to upset Minerva again.
“I presume that Madam Hooch will be taking over as the Head of Ravenclaw,” Minerva said, saving Albus the trouble of finding the right words to start that conversation. “But I will start to advertise the job of Charms Professor as soon as possible. After the funeral of course…” At the mention of his funeral, Minerva’s face crumpled again, but she managed, by raising her eyebrows and clearing her throat, to compose herself.
“Actually, I already had a person for Charms Professor in mind.”
“Oh?” Minerva questioned, but at his deeply uncomfortable look a troubling thought worked its way into Minerva’s mind. “No!” she said sharply, “not Amelia. Not our daughter.”
“My dear, I have given this quite some thought and it really is the best…”
“It’s too dangerous, she’d be right in the limelight here!” Minerva said, her tone laced with panic. There wasn’t really anyway to stop Albus giving Amelia the job, but appealing to Albus would be much easier than asking her often stubborn daughter not to accept it.
“At the moment she’d be right in the limelight anywhere,” Albus reasoned, gesturing towards the newspaper that contained the article, written by Rita Skeeter, of course, that revealed his family life; a secret that had been concealed for more than thirty years. “And she is bound to be much safer inside Hogwarts’ walls than without. Besides,” Albus said, shifting uncomfortably, “I would feel much better with my two best girls here with me, where I can protect you most easily.”
If it was anyone else, Minerva would have argued that she didn’t need protection and neither did her daughter, but it was Albus and she loved him; she could give him this.
“Ok,” Minerva said, despite her doubts, “I’ll write her, invite her for dinner Monday.”
With the students all being home for the holidays, the weekend went by uneventfully, and before Minerva knew it was Monday evening and she was preparing dinner ready for her daughter’s arrival. She could have just asked the house-elves of course, but she had always enjoyed cooking for her family, she just couldn’t seem to find much time for it nowadays.
Setting the final dish down on the table, she checked the clock on the wall - ten minutes left. Hurrying into the bedroom she shared with her husband, she shouted through to the bathroom to make sure he was nearly ready.
A knock on the door five minutes early, as was Amelia’s custom, had Minerva rushing back into the lounge to greet her daughter. It had been several months since she had last seen her, and after she had released her from a hug, she took in her appearance. Her black curly hair was unruly as ever, as Minerva’s was when she let it down, and her cheeks had hollowed slightly, but it did suit her and she hadn’t felt that different in her arms when Minerva had embraced her, so she let it go without mentioning it.
After they had exchanged a few fond words, Albus came through into the lounge to embrace his daughter as well. Deciding to give them a few moments alone, Minerva excused herself to go and pour them all a glass of wine.
Once they were all sitting around the table and devouring the exquisite meal Minerva had prepared, Albus got onto the topic that he had brought her here to discuss.
“You are aware, of course, of the passing of Professor Flitwick?” Albus asked, meeting his daughter’s blue eyes across the table.
“Yes.”
For a moment Minerva thought Amelia may cry, and was ready to jump up to comfort her daughter when her features cleared, and Minerva thought she must have been imagining it.
“I was sorry to hear about that, he was a great man.” Aimee continued after a moment.
Albus gave her a moment to clear her thoughts before continuing. “He was indeed, but I didn’t ask you here just for your company dear; I have an offer for you.”
“An offer?” Amelia asked.
“Yes, I’d like to ask offer you a position here. As Charms Professor.” Albus said, suddenly unsure as to whether she’d like the idea or not.
“Mum?” Amelia asked after a slight pause.
“Your father is convinced it’s the best way to keep us both safe,” Minerva said sadly, ever since she had learned she was pregnant, it had been her greatest fear that she’d no longer be able to keep her baby safe. Now, twenty six years later, her nightmares were starting to come true. Looking at Albus, she continued, “I’m…inclined to agree with him, but it has to be what you want as well, we can’t force you to take this job. We won’t,” she added sharply, with a pointed look at Albus. His powers of persuasion were infamous, but she’d be damned if he’d use them on their daughter.
Worrying the finger nail on her right thumb, a childhood habit she’d never been able to break, Amelia sat quietly for several moments. “I think… I’d like to give it a try. But what will people say? That you’ve given me the job just because I’m your daughter? They’ve already said that about mum.”
“Let me worry about the press, my girl, you just focus on learning how to teach. Your Charms skills are unquestionable, you just need to learn how to share them with your students.”
Amelia nodded slowly. “OK… when do you want me to move in to the castle?”
“Now,” Albus said, without missing a beat, but continued at Minerva’s warning look. “But if you need to take time to sort out your affairs, pack your things, of course we understand.”
“I can get them tomorrow,” Amelia said, it was almost a question. “But I’ll stay tonight.”
“Excellent!” Albus said, clapping his hands together and smiling like a child on Christmas morning.
After dessert had been served, they debated which room they should move Amelia into. Minerva and Amelia insisted it was too early to move anyone into Filius’ rooms, and when they did it should be the head of Ravenclaw, though Albus wanted her there as it was the closest to his office.
“There’s an empty room near the Gryffindor common room,” Minerva suggested. “It used to be used when the Head Girl had separate rooms… it’s not as big as a teacher’s suite but it doesn’t have to be permanent. If you’re uncomfortable there we can always find somewhere else to house you.”
After Amelia’s agreement, they all made their way down to the corridor outside the Gryffindor common room, and stopped outside a portrait of Meriel the Beautiful.
“Why are the head girl’s rooms on the Gryffindor corridor? Isn’t that a little biased?” Amelia asked. Much to both her parents disbelief, Aimee had been sorted into Ravenclaw when she’d been at Hogwarts, and remained fiercely loyal to her House.
“They moved every year, depending on what House the head girl came from. It just so happened that the last time these rooms were used, your mother was head girl. After that Headmaster Dippet decided not to segregate prefects from the rest of the school anymore, so the rooms had no reason to move.”
Appeased, Amelia nodded and waited for someone to open the door.
“Wizengamot,” Minerva said clearly to the slender woman, snoozing against the side of her frame. Fifty years ago, when Minerva had last spoken the password, she had thought to serve the Ministry’s court was the only way to fight for justice in their world.
The room was dusty from lack of use but, a few cleaning spells later, the furniture glistened, the bed was made and the room no longer smelt of dusty books. It was, as Minerva had said, a lot smaller than any teachers’ rooms. There was a small bed, slightly larger than a single but no where near the size of the teachers’ king size beds in one corner, a wardrobe along one wall and a window along the other, and opposite the bed there was a small fire place, a comfortable chair and a bookcase.
“You’ll have to use the Prefects’ bathroom for the moment, until we get something more permanent sorted out,” Albus said regretfully, but was pleased by the slight smile on his daughter’s face as she looked around her new lodgings. “We’ll leave you now, you know where we are if we need anything,” Albus said, kissing Amelia softly on the cheek. Flicking his wand at the bed, he transfigured one of the pillows into a set of pyjamas and a robe, before stepping outside to give Minerva some time alone with her daughter.
After reassuring her mother that, yes, she was quite content to be staying at Hogwarts and, no, she wouldn’t hesitate to tell her if that changed; Amelia was left alone in her room, thinking about the days and weeks ahead, and the effect being made public was bound to have on her parent’s marriage.
tbc...
