Post by Karlynne on Jan 22, 2005 3:06:40 GMT -5
I was looking for the "Fics that don't deserve a place on the board" category and finally just posted it here. Perhaps I can start a category for fics that need work or fics that just won't work. Karlie
Taking Care
Minerva McGonagall transformed into her animagus form and leapt gracefully from the chair onto the windowsill before leaping out her window and across the grounds. She had been looking forward to a brisk run around the school before dinner.
Albus Dumbledore, headmaster and transfigurations master in his own right was teaching her sixth year class due to losing last week’s chess match and therefore the bet they had taken with each other.
Four in the afternoon was the perfect time for a run. The sun wasn’t too bright anymore and the grounds were relatively empty of students still.
She did her usual circuit around the great lake before passing Hagrid’s class and heading for the far side of the castle. It was cooler on this side and she would slow down to a steady jog before a last sprint to the front doors of the castle.
She had just reached the front steps and was about to transform when a blast hit the doors causing them to burst off their hinges and straight into her knocking her off the landing. Cats may always land on their feet but a blow to the head rendered her unconscious and she landed on her side on the grass.
Albus Dumbledore couldn’t help but enjoy teaching again. He hadn’t actually minded losing the bet since it gave him a chance to teach the students something Minerva never would. He enjoyed showing them various tricks and his favorite was transforming regular doors into paintings of doors and vice versa.
He had been a little daunted at trying to teach this one to Neville Longbottom, as the boy was not known for his Transfigurations skill. An hour later Albus understood why Minerva generally had a headache after teaching him.
Neville, bless his poor heart, tried hard and Albus knew his confidence would get a great boost when he learned this spell. It wasn’t very difficult but it was tricky and could cause doors to explode.
The reason the class was practicing on the large doors at the front entry would attest to the power behind the spell.
Several students had correctly performed the spell before Neville stood to try and Albus smiled at him encouragingly. Neville had done the correct wand movements but he had stuttered and the doors had blasted open with a resounding bang. The sound of an animal screeching had made Albus leave the entry hall to check and he had run to the poor animal lying on the grass without realizing who it was.
He picked it up and was about to take it to Hagrid when the familiar markings became noticeable and he realized it was Minerva. He had immediately cancelled class and rushed to the hospital wing.
Poppy Pomfrey had treated her quickly and assured him she would be fine but had placed Minerva in an enchanted sleep while in her form so she could heal quicker. She assured him that Minerva would be in less pain in her cat form and would actually heal faster.
Poppy said she wouldn’t need any other care until she woke up and suggested he take her to his office. Fawkes would be a comfort to have nearby and it would sooth Minerva to hear his occasional song of encouragement.
Albus had transformed a pillow off the nearest bed into a comfortable cushion and Minerva was gently placed on it and he carried her away.
For two days Albus watched over her. He placed her in his own bed and slept as close to her as he could. He talked to her lovingly and caressed her fur through out the night. He knew Poppy wasn’t worried but she hadn’t been able to tell if she suffered any effects to her brain. She would have to wait until Minerva was human again. Albus chided himself constantly. First, the stunners to her chest and now this happened. He knew he needed to tell her how he felt about her and he would as soon as she was well again.
On the third day Minerva began moving her legs a bit and her tail twitched occasionally which brought a huge relief to Albus. Poppy was certain she would awaken in a couple of more days and if there was no sign of injury to her brain then a week in bed and she would be as good as new. It was a happy man that carried Minerva to his bed that night.
Minerva didn’t know why her head was hurting but she knew she was lying in a strange bed. There was a lump beneath her stomach that made her uncomfortable. She placed a hand beneath her and pulled the offending item away. It felt like a pillow but she didn’t want to open her eyes to make sure and just tossed it aside.
She didn’t know it was after midnight or that it was even night. She just wanted to sleep.
It was several hours later that Minerva was awakened by an arm moving across her body. Minerva automatically moved closer to this source of heat. Her own arms curled around this heat and she snuggled in as close as she could.
Albus opened an eye as Minerva’s arms crept beneath him and her other wrapped around his shoulder. He didn’t want to wake her or move her so he tightened his own grip and inhaled her scent.
She was as soft as he always imagined and he thought she might be uncomfortable in her robes and silently vanished them away. He covered her slip-clad body and held her until morning.
Fawkes burst into song when Minerva awakened again and this time she sat up suddenly.
“What…where?” Strong arms pulled her down again and she looked up into twinkling blue eyes.
His soft words were soothing as he explained what had happened to her.
“But why am I here and not the hospital wing?” she questioned after he finished.
“I wanted to look after you,” he admitted.
“It wasn’t your fault, Albus, it was an accident.” She instinctively pulled him into a hug. He returned it with crushing enthusiasm and Minerva winced as her back protested.
“I’m sorry, my dear.”
For the first time Minerva noticed her attire. She quickly pulled the sheet up while trying not to blush. She was adequately covered but it still surprised her that she wasn’t in her normal bedclothes.
“I wanted to take care of you fully but I didn’t think you would appreciate my dressing you,” he explained at her questioning look. “I just wanted you near.”
Minerva wasn’t sure how to respond. Albus was a dear friend and she loved him truly but was this guilt or something else? “Will I need Poppy again or am I free to go?”
“Poppy says a week in bed if your head is okay.” He gazed worriedly into her eyes. “Are you feeling confused?”
Her eyes grew bright with amusement and she gave a small grin. “Yes, I am.”
He smiled too as a playful twinkle responded in his own eyes.
“How many nights have we slept together?”
The implications of her words did not escape him but he carefully answered her without raising his hopes although his stomach fluttered. “Three nights. Have you forgotten what day it is?”
“No, I wondered how many nights we shared this bed and how many nights I wanted to share it with you.” She placed her hand on his chest. “Maybe I should blame this on my injury but ever since last June and those stunners I have scolded myself for wasting time and I won’t do it any longer.”
She took a deep breath before resuming. “If you think I’m leaving this bed then you will be the one with a head injury. I love you and I can’t let another day go by without telling you.”
Albus gathered her in his arms as he told of the love he felt and it was with much joy that they shared the first of many kisses.
From my cache of stories I couldn’t bear to post. This story just wouldn’t work out no matter what I did to it. Perhaps one of you can pull it together or shoot it and put it out of its misery.
Taking Care
Minerva McGonagall transformed into her animagus form and leapt gracefully from the chair onto the windowsill before leaping out her window and across the grounds. She had been looking forward to a brisk run around the school before dinner.
Albus Dumbledore, headmaster and transfigurations master in his own right was teaching her sixth year class due to losing last week’s chess match and therefore the bet they had taken with each other.
Four in the afternoon was the perfect time for a run. The sun wasn’t too bright anymore and the grounds were relatively empty of students still.
She did her usual circuit around the great lake before passing Hagrid’s class and heading for the far side of the castle. It was cooler on this side and she would slow down to a steady jog before a last sprint to the front doors of the castle.
She had just reached the front steps and was about to transform when a blast hit the doors causing them to burst off their hinges and straight into her knocking her off the landing. Cats may always land on their feet but a blow to the head rendered her unconscious and she landed on her side on the grass.
Albus Dumbledore couldn’t help but enjoy teaching again. He hadn’t actually minded losing the bet since it gave him a chance to teach the students something Minerva never would. He enjoyed showing them various tricks and his favorite was transforming regular doors into paintings of doors and vice versa.
He had been a little daunted at trying to teach this one to Neville Longbottom, as the boy was not known for his Transfigurations skill. An hour later Albus understood why Minerva generally had a headache after teaching him.
Neville, bless his poor heart, tried hard and Albus knew his confidence would get a great boost when he learned this spell. It wasn’t very difficult but it was tricky and could cause doors to explode.
The reason the class was practicing on the large doors at the front entry would attest to the power behind the spell.
Several students had correctly performed the spell before Neville stood to try and Albus smiled at him encouragingly. Neville had done the correct wand movements but he had stuttered and the doors had blasted open with a resounding bang. The sound of an animal screeching had made Albus leave the entry hall to check and he had run to the poor animal lying on the grass without realizing who it was.
He picked it up and was about to take it to Hagrid when the familiar markings became noticeable and he realized it was Minerva. He had immediately cancelled class and rushed to the hospital wing.
Poppy Pomfrey had treated her quickly and assured him she would be fine but had placed Minerva in an enchanted sleep while in her form so she could heal quicker. She assured him that Minerva would be in less pain in her cat form and would actually heal faster.
Poppy said she wouldn’t need any other care until she woke up and suggested he take her to his office. Fawkes would be a comfort to have nearby and it would sooth Minerva to hear his occasional song of encouragement.
Albus had transformed a pillow off the nearest bed into a comfortable cushion and Minerva was gently placed on it and he carried her away.
For two days Albus watched over her. He placed her in his own bed and slept as close to her as he could. He talked to her lovingly and caressed her fur through out the night. He knew Poppy wasn’t worried but she hadn’t been able to tell if she suffered any effects to her brain. She would have to wait until Minerva was human again. Albus chided himself constantly. First, the stunners to her chest and now this happened. He knew he needed to tell her how he felt about her and he would as soon as she was well again.
On the third day Minerva began moving her legs a bit and her tail twitched occasionally which brought a huge relief to Albus. Poppy was certain she would awaken in a couple of more days and if there was no sign of injury to her brain then a week in bed and she would be as good as new. It was a happy man that carried Minerva to his bed that night.
Minerva didn’t know why her head was hurting but she knew she was lying in a strange bed. There was a lump beneath her stomach that made her uncomfortable. She placed a hand beneath her and pulled the offending item away. It felt like a pillow but she didn’t want to open her eyes to make sure and just tossed it aside.
She didn’t know it was after midnight or that it was even night. She just wanted to sleep.
It was several hours later that Minerva was awakened by an arm moving across her body. Minerva automatically moved closer to this source of heat. Her own arms curled around this heat and she snuggled in as close as she could.
Albus opened an eye as Minerva’s arms crept beneath him and her other wrapped around his shoulder. He didn’t want to wake her or move her so he tightened his own grip and inhaled her scent.
She was as soft as he always imagined and he thought she might be uncomfortable in her robes and silently vanished them away. He covered her slip-clad body and held her until morning.
Fawkes burst into song when Minerva awakened again and this time she sat up suddenly.
“What…where?” Strong arms pulled her down again and she looked up into twinkling blue eyes.
His soft words were soothing as he explained what had happened to her.
“But why am I here and not the hospital wing?” she questioned after he finished.
“I wanted to look after you,” he admitted.
“It wasn’t your fault, Albus, it was an accident.” She instinctively pulled him into a hug. He returned it with crushing enthusiasm and Minerva winced as her back protested.
“I’m sorry, my dear.”
For the first time Minerva noticed her attire. She quickly pulled the sheet up while trying not to blush. She was adequately covered but it still surprised her that she wasn’t in her normal bedclothes.
“I wanted to take care of you fully but I didn’t think you would appreciate my dressing you,” he explained at her questioning look. “I just wanted you near.”
Minerva wasn’t sure how to respond. Albus was a dear friend and she loved him truly but was this guilt or something else? “Will I need Poppy again or am I free to go?”
“Poppy says a week in bed if your head is okay.” He gazed worriedly into her eyes. “Are you feeling confused?”
Her eyes grew bright with amusement and she gave a small grin. “Yes, I am.”
He smiled too as a playful twinkle responded in his own eyes.
“How many nights have we slept together?”
The implications of her words did not escape him but he carefully answered her without raising his hopes although his stomach fluttered. “Three nights. Have you forgotten what day it is?”
“No, I wondered how many nights we shared this bed and how many nights I wanted to share it with you.” She placed her hand on his chest. “Maybe I should blame this on my injury but ever since last June and those stunners I have scolded myself for wasting time and I won’t do it any longer.”
She took a deep breath before resuming. “If you think I’m leaving this bed then you will be the one with a head injury. I love you and I can’t let another day go by without telling you.”
Albus gathered her in his arms as he told of the love he felt and it was with much joy that they shared the first of many kisses.
From my cache of stories I couldn’t bear to post. This story just wouldn’t work out no matter what I did to it. Perhaps one of you can pull it together or shoot it and put it out of its misery.
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