Post by eleonore on Nov 29, 2004 8:29:15 GMT -5
Hi!
I'm completely new and I don't know if my work is any good at all. There might be some errors since English isn't my first language and I don't have a beta-reader.
If you think I should never ever post again, let me know ;D, or if you do like it, let me know as well!!!
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In the 38 years that Minerva McGonagall worked at Hogwarts, she had never once been sick. Of course there had been some occupational hazards, like being attacked by a highly strung Seventh Year´s and some nasty stunners in the chest, but never had she been taken down by the ´flu. She had been coughing for days, but she kept working, deciding that she would not be defeated by a virus. By Merlin, if He-who-should-not-be-named couldn´t get to her, a virus certainly coudn´t!
Thus she lied in the Hospital Wing, first under close observation from Poppy Pomfrey, later without. How annoyed she was! But on the other hand – she liked a bit of peace and quiet. All the work that weighed on her shoulders: the Order, teaching Transfiguration to Neville Longbottom (she shook her head lightly) and the work she had taken out of Albus’ hands. Plus all her worries for the future of Hogwarts, of the entire safety of the wizarding world hadn’t made falling asleep any easier lately. In this freshly made bed at least she had the comfort of letting her mind wander.
Not for long though. A small group of Gryffindors came to visit her with flowers and candy. They all knew of the Order and had been important for the course of action that would be taken in future attacks. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville and Ginny sat around the bed and talked to her. Minerva felt how the slight fever made her vulnerable and looking at the boys and girls she felt how much she had missed in her life. Professionally she had reached all the goals she had set for herself, but privately her life hadn’t brought her all she had imagined, once, as a girl, lieing in bed, her arms folded under her head, staring up the ceiling of the dormitory of Gryffindor Tower. But now she had no desire to dwell in the past and with a smoother voice than usual she answere the pupils questions and listened attentively to their stories. When the five left her, she felt as lonely as the room was empty. Minerva folded her arms under her head and pretended to be sixteen again. What were her dreams? She had been ambitious, much like Ms. Granger in many aspects. Being the top-scorer of the school in examns and quizzes and doing some heavy battling in tournaments and being a good Quidditch –player. (Thanks to all that, she had gotten a scholarship to study Magical Learning and had chosen her favourite subject: Transfiguration.) Her fantasies included also the more girlish dreams of finding a kind, loving and caring husband, of having children and a nice house to raise them in. Oh, and banishing all evil, naturally. Minerva sighed at the only colclusion she could make: private she had reached none of the goals. All right, small correction, she was trying to help to banish Dark Wizardry. Her dreams had vanished in the air. Even though she had been very attracted to a handsome bloke who was in the Seventh year when she was a Four grader and several lovers in University, none of them had stuck around to help her fulfill her dreams. Turning to her side and into a foetal position Minerva McGonagall started crying. All the loneliest feelings she had contained for every birthday since her 26th streamed out of her.
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Harry, Rone and Hermione were walking through the Great Hall after Quidditch practice. ‘I’ve never been so hungry in my life!’ Ron announced. “I need to get some energy – Quidditch really takes it out on us.” Harry replied. “Hmm… bangers and mash…” “No, macaroni and cheese…” “Yeah, and apple pie with custard and…” Suddenly Hermione cut in. “Did you notice anything peculiar with Professor McGonagall?” Ron and Harry looked at each other and shrugged. “Well… she was being very nice…”Harry admitted. “Yes, she never once was sarcastic.” Ron added. “Yes, that’s what I mean.” The boys returned to their food topic instantly and Hermione rolled her eyes, thinking Professor Dumbledore would be much more responsive. So when the Great Hall was emptying after dinner, she ran to the Headmaster and told him about the strange mood the Transfiguration teacher seemed to be in.
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Minerva’s balanced and strong nature had kept her from crying. In fact, she didn’t even remember the last time she had cried and so, not being used to tears and sobbing, it took her a little while to get into it. But when she was certain no-one could hear her, she opened up her lonely heart and let it all go.
That was how Albus Dumbledore found her. Seeing her shaking body and the tears running down her cheeks, he felt a distinct need to protect her. He sometimes felt that also when she walked down the corridors with her arms tightly around her, as if she tried to warm herself up, or give herself the feeling she was being held. The images of both a crying and a lonely Minerva broke his heart and he slowly approached her, bend over and lightly touched her shoulder.
Instead of being completely startled out of her wits, Minerva looked up and knew in less than a nano-second it was Albus. She flung her arms around his neck and cried against his chest with almost shrieking sobs. Albus held her close and calmly and after some time, the sobs subsided. He stroke her back softly and lovingly and asked her what was the matter. Minerva sniffed and tried to pull herself together: “I was feeling sorry for myself…” She sniffed again. “I need a hanky…” Albus pulled a purple handkerchief out of his pocket. “It’s very nearly clean.” She gave him a wobbly smile and blew her nose as elegantly as she could. “Why did you feel sorry for yourself?” he wanted to know as he puffed up her pillows. “I was thinkig of my dreams. Or better phrased: the dreams I had and didn’t come true and… well, that’s it.” Albus smiled tenderly. “Scoot.” Minerva was startled now. “What?!” “I’m feezing.” “Oh…” In spite of herself, Minerva moved aside and allowed Albus next to her. “Tell me about your dreams.” Minerva shook her head. “I couldn’t possibly…” “Come on… I won’t tell anyone.” Minerva wondered why he always could persuade her so easily. Whenever she was with him, her defenses were down and she would open up to him. She took a deep breath and started. “When I was a girl, I dreamed of a man who would love and cherish me, who would give me the feeling I was wanted and who would give me a sense of safety and security.” Albus put an arm around her waist and pulled her up to his chest. “Like this?” Minerva blushed. “Yes...” “Good. What else?” “I wanted children to take care of and raise to be competent and good and loving adults.” “Like your cubs, the Weasley-clan, Hermione and let’s not forget about Harry. And all the others?” “Yes, I suppose so…” “What else?” “I wanted a beautiful house, a warm and cosy home.” “Like your chambers, the ones I never want to leave because there all your love and warmth surrounds me and I feel wanted, supported and loved?” “Yes…” Minerva reached out and lightly touched his cheek. His hand wrapped around hers and they softly kissed.
When she woke up the next morning and looked aside, she found Albus already awake and watching her. “Goodmorning…” he whispered. “Hi…” she whispered back and the whole night came back to her. How Albus had told her about all his lost hopes and dreams and of his own fears for the future and how he had loved her from the day he first laid eyes on her.
“You mean to say we could have been together ever since we were in Hogwarts ourselves?” Minerva asked a little surprised. “No – you know how everything always happens for a reason. We’re together now… and I intend to make up for all the lost time.” Minerva’s eyes twinkled. “Starting now?” “Starting now.”he confirmed. “Good.” She said determinedly as she pulled him nearer and kissed him soundly.
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Professor McGonagall recovered quickly after that, but only Hermione seemed to feel a slight change in the appearance of the Scottish professor. “Do you think she’s mellowed since that ‘flu?” she asked Harry and Ron. "Hmm? What? I dunno.” “Hey Harry, I’ve heard it’s bubble and squeak tonight.” “Good, I’m vamished.”
Hermione just rolled her eyes.
I'm completely new and I don't know if my work is any good at all. There might be some errors since English isn't my first language and I don't have a beta-reader.
If you think I should never ever post again, let me know ;D, or if you do like it, let me know as well!!!
TEXT
In the 38 years that Minerva McGonagall worked at Hogwarts, she had never once been sick. Of course there had been some occupational hazards, like being attacked by a highly strung Seventh Year´s and some nasty stunners in the chest, but never had she been taken down by the ´flu. She had been coughing for days, but she kept working, deciding that she would not be defeated by a virus. By Merlin, if He-who-should-not-be-named couldn´t get to her, a virus certainly coudn´t!
Thus she lied in the Hospital Wing, first under close observation from Poppy Pomfrey, later without. How annoyed she was! But on the other hand – she liked a bit of peace and quiet. All the work that weighed on her shoulders: the Order, teaching Transfiguration to Neville Longbottom (she shook her head lightly) and the work she had taken out of Albus’ hands. Plus all her worries for the future of Hogwarts, of the entire safety of the wizarding world hadn’t made falling asleep any easier lately. In this freshly made bed at least she had the comfort of letting her mind wander.
Not for long though. A small group of Gryffindors came to visit her with flowers and candy. They all knew of the Order and had been important for the course of action that would be taken in future attacks. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville and Ginny sat around the bed and talked to her. Minerva felt how the slight fever made her vulnerable and looking at the boys and girls she felt how much she had missed in her life. Professionally she had reached all the goals she had set for herself, but privately her life hadn’t brought her all she had imagined, once, as a girl, lieing in bed, her arms folded under her head, staring up the ceiling of the dormitory of Gryffindor Tower. But now she had no desire to dwell in the past and with a smoother voice than usual she answere the pupils questions and listened attentively to their stories. When the five left her, she felt as lonely as the room was empty. Minerva folded her arms under her head and pretended to be sixteen again. What were her dreams? She had been ambitious, much like Ms. Granger in many aspects. Being the top-scorer of the school in examns and quizzes and doing some heavy battling in tournaments and being a good Quidditch –player. (Thanks to all that, she had gotten a scholarship to study Magical Learning and had chosen her favourite subject: Transfiguration.) Her fantasies included also the more girlish dreams of finding a kind, loving and caring husband, of having children and a nice house to raise them in. Oh, and banishing all evil, naturally. Minerva sighed at the only colclusion she could make: private she had reached none of the goals. All right, small correction, she was trying to help to banish Dark Wizardry. Her dreams had vanished in the air. Even though she had been very attracted to a handsome bloke who was in the Seventh year when she was a Four grader and several lovers in University, none of them had stuck around to help her fulfill her dreams. Turning to her side and into a foetal position Minerva McGonagall started crying. All the loneliest feelings she had contained for every birthday since her 26th streamed out of her.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
Harry, Rone and Hermione were walking through the Great Hall after Quidditch practice. ‘I’ve never been so hungry in my life!’ Ron announced. “I need to get some energy – Quidditch really takes it out on us.” Harry replied. “Hmm… bangers and mash…” “No, macaroni and cheese…” “Yeah, and apple pie with custard and…” Suddenly Hermione cut in. “Did you notice anything peculiar with Professor McGonagall?” Ron and Harry looked at each other and shrugged. “Well… she was being very nice…”Harry admitted. “Yes, she never once was sarcastic.” Ron added. “Yes, that’s what I mean.” The boys returned to their food topic instantly and Hermione rolled her eyes, thinking Professor Dumbledore would be much more responsive. So when the Great Hall was emptying after dinner, she ran to the Headmaster and told him about the strange mood the Transfiguration teacher seemed to be in.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
Minerva’s balanced and strong nature had kept her from crying. In fact, she didn’t even remember the last time she had cried and so, not being used to tears and sobbing, it took her a little while to get into it. But when she was certain no-one could hear her, she opened up her lonely heart and let it all go.
That was how Albus Dumbledore found her. Seeing her shaking body and the tears running down her cheeks, he felt a distinct need to protect her. He sometimes felt that also when she walked down the corridors with her arms tightly around her, as if she tried to warm herself up, or give herself the feeling she was being held. The images of both a crying and a lonely Minerva broke his heart and he slowly approached her, bend over and lightly touched her shoulder.
Instead of being completely startled out of her wits, Minerva looked up and knew in less than a nano-second it was Albus. She flung her arms around his neck and cried against his chest with almost shrieking sobs. Albus held her close and calmly and after some time, the sobs subsided. He stroke her back softly and lovingly and asked her what was the matter. Minerva sniffed and tried to pull herself together: “I was feeling sorry for myself…” She sniffed again. “I need a hanky…” Albus pulled a purple handkerchief out of his pocket. “It’s very nearly clean.” She gave him a wobbly smile and blew her nose as elegantly as she could. “Why did you feel sorry for yourself?” he wanted to know as he puffed up her pillows. “I was thinkig of my dreams. Or better phrased: the dreams I had and didn’t come true and… well, that’s it.” Albus smiled tenderly. “Scoot.” Minerva was startled now. “What?!” “I’m feezing.” “Oh…” In spite of herself, Minerva moved aside and allowed Albus next to her. “Tell me about your dreams.” Minerva shook her head. “I couldn’t possibly…” “Come on… I won’t tell anyone.” Minerva wondered why he always could persuade her so easily. Whenever she was with him, her defenses were down and she would open up to him. She took a deep breath and started. “When I was a girl, I dreamed of a man who would love and cherish me, who would give me the feeling I was wanted and who would give me a sense of safety and security.” Albus put an arm around her waist and pulled her up to his chest. “Like this?” Minerva blushed. “Yes...” “Good. What else?” “I wanted children to take care of and raise to be competent and good and loving adults.” “Like your cubs, the Weasley-clan, Hermione and let’s not forget about Harry. And all the others?” “Yes, I suppose so…” “What else?” “I wanted a beautiful house, a warm and cosy home.” “Like your chambers, the ones I never want to leave because there all your love and warmth surrounds me and I feel wanted, supported and loved?” “Yes…” Minerva reached out and lightly touched his cheek. His hand wrapped around hers and they softly kissed.
When she woke up the next morning and looked aside, she found Albus already awake and watching her. “Goodmorning…” he whispered. “Hi…” she whispered back and the whole night came back to her. How Albus had told her about all his lost hopes and dreams and of his own fears for the future and how he had loved her from the day he first laid eyes on her.
“You mean to say we could have been together ever since we were in Hogwarts ourselves?” Minerva asked a little surprised. “No – you know how everything always happens for a reason. We’re together now… and I intend to make up for all the lost time.” Minerva’s eyes twinkled. “Starting now?” “Starting now.”he confirmed. “Good.” She said determinedly as she pulled him nearer and kissed him soundly.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
Professor McGonagall recovered quickly after that, but only Hermione seemed to feel a slight change in the appearance of the Scottish professor. “Do you think she’s mellowed since that ‘flu?” she asked Harry and Ron. "Hmm? What? I dunno.” “Hey Harry, I’ve heard it’s bubble and squeak tonight.” “Good, I’m vamished.”
Hermione just rolled her eyes.
