Post by dobby on Jul 27, 2011 16:11:30 GMT -5
Hello,
I´ve never done this before, this is my first story ever. But somehow the idea came to my mind and would not go away again...I started typing down the beginning, and will continue you, unless it´s too bad (please let me know if you can stand the rest, which would be one or 2 more parts)
I promise, you will be surprised by the ending, for it´s not what you think it´ll be ;D
p.s. I´m not a native speaker, so there can be some mistakes. If anyone is willing to beta the rest, it´d great, just send me a pm !!!
hope you´ll like the first part.
will she say yes?
Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall was sitting in her neat and tidy office, more precisely: at her desk, grading 4th year – essays with her personal emerald coloured ink. The students´ homework sometimes bear more than doubtful results, but she was still in a good mood. The afternoon sun was brightly shining, illuminating and filling the room with a somehow magic and mild light.
She was almost done correcting and therefore looking forward to taking a walk along the school grounds this lovely afternoon before dinner.
The day had been quite quiet and peaceful so far, for no annoying Peeves, no annoying Filch and no experimenting Weasley twins had caused any harm or trouble. Not even any complaints about Professor Snape being unfair to Gryffindor house.
Reflecting afterwards, that day had been too good to be true.
But now, she still was grading papers, a beautiful red and golden Phoenix appeared next to her out of nowhere. She didn´t get startled, for she was used to Fawkes silently appearing, carrying some news or information from the Headmaster. Instead she took a biskit and gave it to him. Falkes bit it, but only after dropping an envelope on the paper-loaded desk.
„Oh dear Falkes, did Albus degrade you again to deliver his letters?“, she said in a gentle voice, standing up caressing the phoenix´s head, which the rare bird enjoyed.
After a moment and as sudden as he had appeared next to Minerva, he was gone again, his beautiful melody slowly fading away.
She wondered if something had happened and took the envelope her boss sent her.
"to Minerva McGonagall“ it said on the outside.
She got curious, for it must be for a private matter, otherwise Albus Dumbledore would have used her formal title. It was a habit established a long time ago, when the two colleagues brought their professional relationship to another level. Over the years they became good friends, spending some valuable time together talking, playing chess, listening to each other´s problems, the big and heavy ones just as much as the small and soon-gone-by- ones. As time went by, they had a kind of friendship not many people – wizard or muggle – were allowed to have, they were able to talk without using words, for they (at least most of the time) knew what the other was thinking.
Still, they never reached the final state in their friendship Minerva was secretly and deep withing her heard hoping for. She never admitted that feeling to anyone, and most of the years she didn´t even admit it to herself. „just a crush“, „impossible thing to long for“ or „get reasonable, Minerva“ she told herself when she catched herself daydreaming about a more serious, deeper relationship with Albus in a quiet moment late at night sitting by the fire when she was all by herself.
All the more she was shoked when she read his letter.
"Dearest Minerva,
I have been thinking about this matter quite some time now, and finally I was able to make up my mind. As you know, people tend to call me great or even brilliant, but when it comes down to this subject, I have been nothing more than a coward. I thought I can do this on my own all my life, but I recognized: I can´t, it´s you – and only you- who can release me of this state. Now I have made up my mind to take all my courage and dare asking you. It is something rather important and that´s why I´d like to ask you personally and not via a letter.
Therefore I´d like to meet you after dinner in my private chambers.
Yours, Albus.
p.s. stop marking essays and enjoy this sunny day! There won´t be many more of these days this autumn!“
Minerva´s hand were shaking by now, she was hardly able to hold the paper any more. She re-read the letter, again and again. She took off her glasses, looked up from the handwriting her fingertips clasping, out of the window in the width and wispered, for forming real words and speaking them out aloud should make all this more real.
Is he...is he really...does he intend to ask her? Finally ? After all those years? Does he feel the same way and she never knew ? He was going to ask something personal, important...
Thinking hard and making up her mind, she got to no other result and solution:
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School, was going to ask her to marry him?!
I´ve never done this before, this is my first story ever. But somehow the idea came to my mind and would not go away again...I started typing down the beginning, and will continue you, unless it´s too bad (please let me know if you can stand the rest, which would be one or 2 more parts)
I promise, you will be surprised by the ending, for it´s not what you think it´ll be ;D
p.s. I´m not a native speaker, so there can be some mistakes. If anyone is willing to beta the rest, it´d great, just send me a pm !!!
hope you´ll like the first part.
will she say yes?
Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall was sitting in her neat and tidy office, more precisely: at her desk, grading 4th year – essays with her personal emerald coloured ink. The students´ homework sometimes bear more than doubtful results, but she was still in a good mood. The afternoon sun was brightly shining, illuminating and filling the room with a somehow magic and mild light.
She was almost done correcting and therefore looking forward to taking a walk along the school grounds this lovely afternoon before dinner.
The day had been quite quiet and peaceful so far, for no annoying Peeves, no annoying Filch and no experimenting Weasley twins had caused any harm or trouble. Not even any complaints about Professor Snape being unfair to Gryffindor house.
Reflecting afterwards, that day had been too good to be true.
But now, she still was grading papers, a beautiful red and golden Phoenix appeared next to her out of nowhere. She didn´t get startled, for she was used to Fawkes silently appearing, carrying some news or information from the Headmaster. Instead she took a biskit and gave it to him. Falkes bit it, but only after dropping an envelope on the paper-loaded desk.
„Oh dear Falkes, did Albus degrade you again to deliver his letters?“, she said in a gentle voice, standing up caressing the phoenix´s head, which the rare bird enjoyed.
After a moment and as sudden as he had appeared next to Minerva, he was gone again, his beautiful melody slowly fading away.
She wondered if something had happened and took the envelope her boss sent her.
"to Minerva McGonagall“ it said on the outside.
She got curious, for it must be for a private matter, otherwise Albus Dumbledore would have used her formal title. It was a habit established a long time ago, when the two colleagues brought their professional relationship to another level. Over the years they became good friends, spending some valuable time together talking, playing chess, listening to each other´s problems, the big and heavy ones just as much as the small and soon-gone-by- ones. As time went by, they had a kind of friendship not many people – wizard or muggle – were allowed to have, they were able to talk without using words, for they (at least most of the time) knew what the other was thinking.
Still, they never reached the final state in their friendship Minerva was secretly and deep withing her heard hoping for. She never admitted that feeling to anyone, and most of the years she didn´t even admit it to herself. „just a crush“, „impossible thing to long for“ or „get reasonable, Minerva“ she told herself when she catched herself daydreaming about a more serious, deeper relationship with Albus in a quiet moment late at night sitting by the fire when she was all by herself.
All the more she was shoked when she read his letter.
"Dearest Minerva,
I have been thinking about this matter quite some time now, and finally I was able to make up my mind. As you know, people tend to call me great or even brilliant, but when it comes down to this subject, I have been nothing more than a coward. I thought I can do this on my own all my life, but I recognized: I can´t, it´s you – and only you- who can release me of this state. Now I have made up my mind to take all my courage and dare asking you. It is something rather important and that´s why I´d like to ask you personally and not via a letter.
Therefore I´d like to meet you after dinner in my private chambers.
Yours, Albus.
p.s. stop marking essays and enjoy this sunny day! There won´t be many more of these days this autumn!“
Minerva´s hand were shaking by now, she was hardly able to hold the paper any more. She re-read the letter, again and again. She took off her glasses, looked up from the handwriting her fingertips clasping, out of the window in the width and wispered, for forming real words and speaking them out aloud should make all this more real.
Is he...is he really...does he intend to ask her? Finally ? After all those years? Does he feel the same way and she never knew ? He was going to ask something personal, important...
Thinking hard and making up her mind, she got to no other result and solution:
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School, was going to ask her to marry him?!
Keep on going! Please update soon. 
