Post by Sensiblyquirky on Oct 4, 2004 22:57:56 GMT -5
Kudos to Ginger Newts who helped with the writing, and many of the ideas.
Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his make-shift study at Grimmauld Place around one in the morning looking over various order assignments when he heard what sounded like a scream. Sitting back in his chair Albus listened to see if he had indeed heard a scream, and when nothing came he leaned back over his desk. As soon as he started to read again he heard another scream, clearer this time. Sitting up he didn’t have to wait long for a very pronounced scream to hit his hears. As soon as it did he bolted for the door, he’d know that particular scream anywhere.
Meanwhile the occupants of the Headquarters had now gathered in the hallway outside of Minerva McGonagall’s door debating on whether one of them should go in when they heard the Headmaster. Harry had remarked a year earlier that Albus Dumbledore moved very fast for his age, but Harry was convinced he had never seen him move this quickly. Taking the stairs in two strides he was in the hallway and through Minerva’s room quicker than a bolt of lighting, leaving the door wide open.
Minerva was sitting up in her bed panting, sweat making her loose tendrils of hair stick to her forehead when Albus entered. As soon as he came through the door Minerva had left from the bed into his arms in one fluid graceful leap. The audience in the hallway stared in on the scene not really sure what they were expecting to see.
“It’s ok, love, I’m here,” Albus whispered to Minerva running his hand through her hair, years of practice had perfected his ability to remove her long beautiful hair from its braid in mere seconds.
Minerva just clung tighter to Albus with her head buried in his chest as he stroked her back, and repeatedly placed kisses on the top of her head.
“Shhh, sweetheart, everything is ok. I’m here, love, I’m here,” Albus continued to whisper to her. After a few moments Minerva started to tell Albus what her dream had been about.
Those in the hallway only heard fragments of what she was saying, “Grindelwald, and so much death Albus. It was just like last time except worse…more people,” her voice which had started out relatively calm had returned to sheer panic as she continued her speech. The next portion was easily understood by all.
“And, and then I saw you, Albus. You were dead, and you h-had b-been tortured, and I didn’t get to say good-bye, and I wasn’t there for you, and I’m so sorry, and oh Albus…it was just horrible,” Minerva wailed into his chest.
Pulling her even closer to him Albus continued to stroke her back while rocking ever so softly on his heels. Harry noticed that the Headmaster’s face looked rather pained as McGonagall had told him the final part of her dream.
“Oh, my love, I’m fine. I’m right here, sweetheart, I’m right here. Everything is going to be ok,” Albus told her as he gently lifted Minerva up and carried her to the bed.
Lying down with her he removed the hair from her face, and said, “I’m right here, you get some sleep love. I’ve got you.” Then, to everyone’s surprise outside, he leaned down to lightly kiss her lips. As soon as his lips touched hers Minerva deepened the kiss, and crawled into his lap making this kiss more and more passionate. When they finally broke apart Minerva leaned her head against his shoulder, “Don’t leave me, Albus, please.”
“I’m not going to leave you, love. I’ve got you, Minerva, I’ve got you. Now go to sleep, sweetheart, now go to sleep,” Albus replied pulling the blankets up to cover them both.
The only reason the rest of the house moved was Molly shooing them outside, and then quietly closing the door. Everyone looked shocked, but none so much as Ron. He was so shocked he went to bed without his usual exclamation, still trying to decode what he had just seen.
The next morning at breakfast Dumbledore and McGonagall were the last to arrive, and took both a minute to realize why everyone was looking at them so intently. As soon as she did realize then Minerva blushed as deep crimson color. Taking her hand Albus moved to the table, “Well, I guess we have some questions to answer.” “For starters Minerva and I are married, and have been for forty years. We don’t have any children, but we consider all our Hogwarts students our children. When not at the castle we have a home in Scotland we frequent.”
Here Hermione interrupted with a question, “Professor, when did you two meet?”
Smiling Albus replied, “We met during the war with Grindelwald. Minerva was a young Auror, and we often found ourselves thrown together in battle. I was immediately taken, I’m not so sure about her,” he finished jerking his head toward McGonagall, who just rolled her eyes.
“I liked you immediately, Albus, you know that,” she replied feigning exasperation. Grinning very widely Dumbledore said, “I know, but I don’t tire of hearing it, dear.” After staring at his wife for a moment or two Albus decided that he had best tell the rest of the tale, “We started seeing each other off and on; it was hard with her working as an Auror, and my job at Hogwarts. We were married a year before Minerva came to teach at Hogwarts.”
Thinking they could start breakfast now everyone made to fill his or her plate when Ron finally spoke up, “So wait you mean you…and you are…so when we come to get you,” pointing to McGonagall, “in the middle of the night, you could be with…and you could be…I think I’m gonna be sick.”
Immediately Mrs. Weasley and Hermione yelled, “RON!” But Albus was chuckling, “Well, yes Mr. Weasley, she hasn’t kicked me out yet.”
Turning to look at his wife Albus realized he had better be quiet, for she was giving the look that said, ‘I just might if you keep talking.’ “Well, yes…nevermind.”
Smiling and patting his leg Minerva replied, “Wise, old man, wise.” Taking her hand within his own Albus brought it up to his lips for a quick kiss, as the rest of the table awed in response.
“I’m sorry Professors, but you are just too cute,” Hermione said in response to that little action, with a dreamy smile on her face.
Smiling in return Minerva replied, “Thank you, Ms. Granger.”
Once again all attempts at eating breakfast were put on hold as Ron had one more question, “Does this mean you hold hands at the staff table?”
“Footsie is easier, I have a hard time eating with my left hand you see,” was Albus’ jovial response. “Now, I believe that’s enough questions for one morning.” Turning to Minerva he said, “Tea, my dear?”
However when he noticed she was glaring at him he leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Relax, they know now, we can’t take it back…it’s ok.” Kissing her softly on the cheek Albus was rewarded with a blush, and a smile indicating she wasn’t mad at him.
“Tea would be wonderful, thank you darling.”
Albus and Minerva turned back to their breakfasts as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened while the rest of the order continued staring at each other in quiet disbelief
Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his make-shift study at Grimmauld Place around one in the morning looking over various order assignments when he heard what sounded like a scream. Sitting back in his chair Albus listened to see if he had indeed heard a scream, and when nothing came he leaned back over his desk. As soon as he started to read again he heard another scream, clearer this time. Sitting up he didn’t have to wait long for a very pronounced scream to hit his hears. As soon as it did he bolted for the door, he’d know that particular scream anywhere.
Meanwhile the occupants of the Headquarters had now gathered in the hallway outside of Minerva McGonagall’s door debating on whether one of them should go in when they heard the Headmaster. Harry had remarked a year earlier that Albus Dumbledore moved very fast for his age, but Harry was convinced he had never seen him move this quickly. Taking the stairs in two strides he was in the hallway and through Minerva’s room quicker than a bolt of lighting, leaving the door wide open.
Minerva was sitting up in her bed panting, sweat making her loose tendrils of hair stick to her forehead when Albus entered. As soon as he came through the door Minerva had left from the bed into his arms in one fluid graceful leap. The audience in the hallway stared in on the scene not really sure what they were expecting to see.
“It’s ok, love, I’m here,” Albus whispered to Minerva running his hand through her hair, years of practice had perfected his ability to remove her long beautiful hair from its braid in mere seconds.
Minerva just clung tighter to Albus with her head buried in his chest as he stroked her back, and repeatedly placed kisses on the top of her head.
“Shhh, sweetheart, everything is ok. I’m here, love, I’m here,” Albus continued to whisper to her. After a few moments Minerva started to tell Albus what her dream had been about.
Those in the hallway only heard fragments of what she was saying, “Grindelwald, and so much death Albus. It was just like last time except worse…more people,” her voice which had started out relatively calm had returned to sheer panic as she continued her speech. The next portion was easily understood by all.
“And, and then I saw you, Albus. You were dead, and you h-had b-been tortured, and I didn’t get to say good-bye, and I wasn’t there for you, and I’m so sorry, and oh Albus…it was just horrible,” Minerva wailed into his chest.
Pulling her even closer to him Albus continued to stroke her back while rocking ever so softly on his heels. Harry noticed that the Headmaster’s face looked rather pained as McGonagall had told him the final part of her dream.
“Oh, my love, I’m fine. I’m right here, sweetheart, I’m right here. Everything is going to be ok,” Albus told her as he gently lifted Minerva up and carried her to the bed.
Lying down with her he removed the hair from her face, and said, “I’m right here, you get some sleep love. I’ve got you.” Then, to everyone’s surprise outside, he leaned down to lightly kiss her lips. As soon as his lips touched hers Minerva deepened the kiss, and crawled into his lap making this kiss more and more passionate. When they finally broke apart Minerva leaned her head against his shoulder, “Don’t leave me, Albus, please.”
“I’m not going to leave you, love. I’ve got you, Minerva, I’ve got you. Now go to sleep, sweetheart, now go to sleep,” Albus replied pulling the blankets up to cover them both.
The only reason the rest of the house moved was Molly shooing them outside, and then quietly closing the door. Everyone looked shocked, but none so much as Ron. He was so shocked he went to bed without his usual exclamation, still trying to decode what he had just seen.
The next morning at breakfast Dumbledore and McGonagall were the last to arrive, and took both a minute to realize why everyone was looking at them so intently. As soon as she did realize then Minerva blushed as deep crimson color. Taking her hand Albus moved to the table, “Well, I guess we have some questions to answer.” “For starters Minerva and I are married, and have been for forty years. We don’t have any children, but we consider all our Hogwarts students our children. When not at the castle we have a home in Scotland we frequent.”
Here Hermione interrupted with a question, “Professor, when did you two meet?”
Smiling Albus replied, “We met during the war with Grindelwald. Minerva was a young Auror, and we often found ourselves thrown together in battle. I was immediately taken, I’m not so sure about her,” he finished jerking his head toward McGonagall, who just rolled her eyes.
“I liked you immediately, Albus, you know that,” she replied feigning exasperation. Grinning very widely Dumbledore said, “I know, but I don’t tire of hearing it, dear.” After staring at his wife for a moment or two Albus decided that he had best tell the rest of the tale, “We started seeing each other off and on; it was hard with her working as an Auror, and my job at Hogwarts. We were married a year before Minerva came to teach at Hogwarts.”
Thinking they could start breakfast now everyone made to fill his or her plate when Ron finally spoke up, “So wait you mean you…and you are…so when we come to get you,” pointing to McGonagall, “in the middle of the night, you could be with…and you could be…I think I’m gonna be sick.”
Immediately Mrs. Weasley and Hermione yelled, “RON!” But Albus was chuckling, “Well, yes Mr. Weasley, she hasn’t kicked me out yet.”
Turning to look at his wife Albus realized he had better be quiet, for she was giving the look that said, ‘I just might if you keep talking.’ “Well, yes…nevermind.”
Smiling and patting his leg Minerva replied, “Wise, old man, wise.” Taking her hand within his own Albus brought it up to his lips for a quick kiss, as the rest of the table awed in response.
“I’m sorry Professors, but you are just too cute,” Hermione said in response to that little action, with a dreamy smile on her face.
Smiling in return Minerva replied, “Thank you, Ms. Granger.”
Once again all attempts at eating breakfast were put on hold as Ron had one more question, “Does this mean you hold hands at the staff table?”
“Footsie is easier, I have a hard time eating with my left hand you see,” was Albus’ jovial response. “Now, I believe that’s enough questions for one morning.” Turning to Minerva he said, “Tea, my dear?”
However when he noticed she was glaring at him he leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Relax, they know now, we can’t take it back…it’s ok.” Kissing her softly on the cheek Albus was rewarded with a blush, and a smile indicating she wasn’t mad at him.
“Tea would be wonderful, thank you darling.”
Albus and Minerva turned back to their breakfasts as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened while the rest of the order continued staring at each other in quiet disbelief
