Post by kankulex on Aug 18, 2006 13:31:57 GMT -5
AN/ Ah well.. another attempt on writing a fluffy story... I have to admit that I'm not fully pleased with the story, especially about my writing style, but as I didn't know how to improve it I'll just beg for your mercy and post it... 
Summary: Set after OotP, Albus is suffering from his fight with Harry, and Minerva helps him
Disclaimer: Not mine, not Albus nor Minerva nor anything else related to Harry Potter. Just borrowing them
Rating: Everyone I guess..
To Win and To Lose
Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress and Professor of Transfiguration, limped through the halls of Hogwarts. She was leaning heavily on her walking stick and wore a slightly annoyed look, glaring at everybody and daring them to disturb her.
'Great, just great' she thought. 'I'm finally back at Hogwarts, finally home, and the first thing I have to do is to stop two overexcited hormonal teenagers to break each others neck.' She snorted and made some first year girl jump out of her way. 'Well, at least I've got something good to remember… I won't forget this look on Severus' face when I added those points.' She smirked and continued to walk slowly to certain stone gargoyles.
"Chocolate Frog" she said and watched the gargoyles spring to life and hop aside. She stepped onto the spiral staircase and waited until the familiar gleaming oak door was in sight. She knocked three times and entered.
Minerva stood rooted to the spot. At first she thought that it had snowed in the headmaster's office. The floor was glittering and cowered with what seemed to be silver dust. When she looked closely, she recognized some of Albus' delicate instruments. 'By Merlin' she thought 'Has there been a fight?'
She lifted her head and looked at the massive desk in the middle of the room. He wasn't there. "Albus?" she called hesitantly and looked around. "Albus, where are you?" she repeated when she didn't get an answer.
She heard a muffled grunt from the end of the office and noted the door to Albus' private quarters standing ajar.
"Oh hello Minerva, my dear. Great to have you back! How are you doing?" sounded a voice to her right. Minerva jumped, turned around and winced at the pain the sudden movement caused.
"Armando! You gave me half a heart attack!" she told the portrait of the former Headmaster of Hogwarts.
"I'm sorry. We were all worried about you, you know. Especially Albus" he answered.
"Oh! Well thank you… You don't know where Albus is, by any chance?" she asked the portrait.
"Ehm.. yes. He's in his rooms, he retired earlier after.. well.. after the talk with the boy" said Dippet with a suddenly sad expression.
"Boy? Which boy, Armando?" she asked a bit confused, asking herself for the second time what had happened in this office.
"Ah well. Harry Potter!"
"Oh.." she said as realization hit her. Harry wasn't famous for being in check of his temper.
"Thank you, Armando" she continued and went to the door "I'll just go and look after Albus"
"Oh Minerva, I don't know if that's such a go…." But she didn't hear the end of the sentence as she closed the door to Albus' rooms behind her.
"Albus?" she called and moved further into the room. She was now standing in the middle of the living room. On her right side was Albus' famous library and on the left side was a door that, Minerva guessed, led to his bed- and bathroom. She looked around, searching the room for a tall figure with twinkling blue eyes. After a few minutes she found him: he was sitting in one of the Gryffindor colored armchairs in front of the fireplace. She went to him, stood in front of his chair and was shocked. She had never seen him look so old. He was slumped in the armchair, looking smaller than he was, shoulders hanging lifeless and staring into the fireplace. She caught her breath when she saw his eyes: His normally twinkling, happy blue eyes were dark and clouded, and the twinkling was gone.
"Oh Albus! What happened?" she whispered and knelt before him as painless as possible.
He didn't respond, nor did he acknowledge her. He just kept staring into the fire.
"Albus" she tried again, shifting directly in front of his eyes "talk to me, please! What happened?"
He didn't answer. She waited a few moments and wanted to ask him again when he suddenly looked straight into her eyes. As she saw the depths of his emotions, she wanted nothing more than to hold him. But at the moment Minerva wanted to move, he whispered something so quietly she had to strain her ears to catch it.
"I've lost him" he said and she saw to her great astonishment a single tear trickling down into his silver beard.
She had heard of the events at the Department of Mysteries and the resulting death of Sirius Black, but the depth of his pain over his death confused her. Of course, Sirius is - had been, she corrected herself - a former student of Albus and her, but she couldn't remember Albus and him being very close.
Her confusion was cleared when Albus continued. "I cared for him too much and now I've lost him. He trusted me, Minerva, and now he won't even stay in the same room as I… I just wanted him to have a happy life… and now he has lost the last remaining family he has had." He stopped and a second tear made its way down his face.
Slowly it dawned on Minerva's face and she understood: he was not talking of Sirius, but rather of Harry.
"Was it Harry who destroyed your instruments in your office?" she asked softly as he looked back into the fire. After some hesitation he nodded.
"What happened?" she asked further, trying to understand him and ease his pain.
Albus didn’t answer at first, but kept staring into the fire. Minerva was not sure if he had heard his question and wanted to repeat it, but just when she started to ask again, Albus began to speak.
“I told him everything, Minerva. Everything I should have told him years ago but alas… an old fool’s heart didn’t permit to place another burden on him – and now I have to pay…” The last words were only a whisper and Minerva shifted to hear him better. She still didn’t understand what he meant, but she kept looking at him, trying to sooth him with her presence and hoping that he would continue.
After some time Albus continued in a low whisper. “I told him about the prophecy, Minerva!” and another tear trickled into his beard. Minerva looked at him puzzled, but Albus continued and told her about the prophecy made by Trelawney. Although Minerva didn’t believe one bit in Divination she believed in Albus.
“But Albus, does that mean… does he have to… does Harry have to kill… V-Voldemort?” asked Minerva with a shocked expression. Albus sighed deeply and buried his face in his hands. “Alas… it means exactly this… What a burden for a fifteen year old boy! And I told him straight after his godfather’s death…” When he had uttered the last words his body began to shake. Although Minerva couldn’t see his face she knew that his tears were flowing freely and it pained her to see her best friend in such a state. She understood his position and had no idea if she hadn’t reacted the same way as him: Telling a student about a prophecy which could change his life was not really a simple task… And telling Harry was simply horrible, especially because Albus loved Harry like a grandson.
Minerva sighed and shifted on the floor. She grimaced when her chest protested against the movement, but she slowly stood up and moved near Albus. She sat down on his armchair, shifting so that she was facing his profile. She tentatively placed a hand on his shoulder and when he didn’t move away, she wrapped her arms around his still shaking body. She felt her robes getting soaked with Albus tears, but she didn’t care: she would do everything to help him. And with this thought, a single tear escaped her eyes.
They had been sitting like this for what seemed hours when Albus began to move. He sat up straight and although he wasn’t crying anymore his eyes were red rimmed and sad. He was looking at Minerva with wonder and with another emotion she couldn’t understand. “Thank you” he whispered, looking in her eyes and searching them for any signs of understanding. Minerva smiled at him and lifted a hand to cup his face. “It’s alright Albus, I understand how you are feeling and although it seems to me that you are taking responsibility for Sirius death, there is no reason to do so.” She said.
Albus closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of her hand against his wet cheek. “But if I had told him earlier, he….” He began, trying to forget the feeling of guilt in his chest. But Minerva didn’t let him finish the sentence “Even if you had told him earlier, you don’t know if Sirius would still be alive! Harry might have understood why he dreamed of the Department of Mysteries, but he might still have gone there after the vision and what he was told by Kreacher!” She said, urging him to open his eyes and look at her. “You can’t change what happened, Albus, it’s as much your fault as anybody else’s, so don’t dwell on it” she finished in almost a whisper.
Albus was looking at her, feeling the guilt vanish and another powerful emotion rise up. “Minerva, my dear… What would I do without you? I think I might have lost my mind if you hadn’t been there” he said, looking at her beautiful face, watching her blush under his praise. Slowly, as if in trance, he leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers, watching her expression.
Minerva felt like heaven. She wasn’t sure when she had fallen in love with Albus, but feeling his lips on hers and his warm body pressing against her, she was sure it had been too long ago. She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure when she felt him deepen the kiss.
Albus was watching her face, trying to gauge her reaction. When she moaned he deepened the kiss, trying to fill her with his love. Love… He had fallen in love with his deputy and best friend over one of their frequent games of chess. She had won after a quite difficult game and had looked at him triumphantly. It had happened at this exact moment: She was looking at him with brilliant green eyes, her lips formed in a triumphant smile and strands of her hair loosely falling around her head. He hadn’t been able to speak and thankfully she had interpreted his silence as shock over his defeat.
He hadn’t talked to her about his feelings, afraid of losing her completely. But now, kissing her on this small armchair, feeling her hands roaming over his chest he was certain that his fear had been groundless.
They finally broke apart in need for oxygen, panting heavily and looking at each other.
“I love you Minerva, with all my heart” he said, looking at her as tears formed in her eyes. Unsure for a moment how to react, Minerva grabbed him and pulled him down once again, kissing him with such passion that Albus felt slightly dizzy. “I love you too, Albus” she whispered breathlessly, gasping for air. She watched his eyes darken with desire and felt her body react. But before she could say anything, Albus had swept her off her feet and was carrying her to the door she had rightly guessed was leading to his bedroom. “I’m not that young anymore” he said suddenly, looking at her. Minerva was confused for a moment, looking at him with raised eyebrows. “That’s why I thought we should move to my bed… Far more comfortable than those armchairs” He said, his eyes twinkling madly as he closed the door behind them.
AN2/ Sooooo..... *hides behind the desk* what do you think?
I'm thinking about doing a sequel in the lemony section, although I have never written a Lemon...
Summary: Set after OotP, Albus is suffering from his fight with Harry, and Minerva helps him
Disclaimer: Not mine, not Albus nor Minerva nor anything else related to Harry Potter. Just borrowing them
Rating: Everyone I guess..
To Win and To Lose
Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress and Professor of Transfiguration, limped through the halls of Hogwarts. She was leaning heavily on her walking stick and wore a slightly annoyed look, glaring at everybody and daring them to disturb her.
'Great, just great' she thought. 'I'm finally back at Hogwarts, finally home, and the first thing I have to do is to stop two overexcited hormonal teenagers to break each others neck.' She snorted and made some first year girl jump out of her way. 'Well, at least I've got something good to remember… I won't forget this look on Severus' face when I added those points.' She smirked and continued to walk slowly to certain stone gargoyles.
"Chocolate Frog" she said and watched the gargoyles spring to life and hop aside. She stepped onto the spiral staircase and waited until the familiar gleaming oak door was in sight. She knocked three times and entered.
Minerva stood rooted to the spot. At first she thought that it had snowed in the headmaster's office. The floor was glittering and cowered with what seemed to be silver dust. When she looked closely, she recognized some of Albus' delicate instruments. 'By Merlin' she thought 'Has there been a fight?'
She lifted her head and looked at the massive desk in the middle of the room. He wasn't there. "Albus?" she called hesitantly and looked around. "Albus, where are you?" she repeated when she didn't get an answer.
She heard a muffled grunt from the end of the office and noted the door to Albus' private quarters standing ajar.
"Oh hello Minerva, my dear. Great to have you back! How are you doing?" sounded a voice to her right. Minerva jumped, turned around and winced at the pain the sudden movement caused.
"Armando! You gave me half a heart attack!" she told the portrait of the former Headmaster of Hogwarts.
"I'm sorry. We were all worried about you, you know. Especially Albus" he answered.
"Oh! Well thank you… You don't know where Albus is, by any chance?" she asked the portrait.
"Ehm.. yes. He's in his rooms, he retired earlier after.. well.. after the talk with the boy" said Dippet with a suddenly sad expression.
"Boy? Which boy, Armando?" she asked a bit confused, asking herself for the second time what had happened in this office.
"Ah well. Harry Potter!"
"Oh.." she said as realization hit her. Harry wasn't famous for being in check of his temper.
"Thank you, Armando" she continued and went to the door "I'll just go and look after Albus"
"Oh Minerva, I don't know if that's such a go…." But she didn't hear the end of the sentence as she closed the door to Albus' rooms behind her.
"Albus?" she called and moved further into the room. She was now standing in the middle of the living room. On her right side was Albus' famous library and on the left side was a door that, Minerva guessed, led to his bed- and bathroom. She looked around, searching the room for a tall figure with twinkling blue eyes. After a few minutes she found him: he was sitting in one of the Gryffindor colored armchairs in front of the fireplace. She went to him, stood in front of his chair and was shocked. She had never seen him look so old. He was slumped in the armchair, looking smaller than he was, shoulders hanging lifeless and staring into the fireplace. She caught her breath when she saw his eyes: His normally twinkling, happy blue eyes were dark and clouded, and the twinkling was gone.
"Oh Albus! What happened?" she whispered and knelt before him as painless as possible.
He didn't respond, nor did he acknowledge her. He just kept staring into the fire.
"Albus" she tried again, shifting directly in front of his eyes "talk to me, please! What happened?"
He didn't answer. She waited a few moments and wanted to ask him again when he suddenly looked straight into her eyes. As she saw the depths of his emotions, she wanted nothing more than to hold him. But at the moment Minerva wanted to move, he whispered something so quietly she had to strain her ears to catch it.
"I've lost him" he said and she saw to her great astonishment a single tear trickling down into his silver beard.
She had heard of the events at the Department of Mysteries and the resulting death of Sirius Black, but the depth of his pain over his death confused her. Of course, Sirius is - had been, she corrected herself - a former student of Albus and her, but she couldn't remember Albus and him being very close.
Her confusion was cleared when Albus continued. "I cared for him too much and now I've lost him. He trusted me, Minerva, and now he won't even stay in the same room as I… I just wanted him to have a happy life… and now he has lost the last remaining family he has had." He stopped and a second tear made its way down his face.
Slowly it dawned on Minerva's face and she understood: he was not talking of Sirius, but rather of Harry.
"Was it Harry who destroyed your instruments in your office?" she asked softly as he looked back into the fire. After some hesitation he nodded.
"What happened?" she asked further, trying to understand him and ease his pain.
Albus didn’t answer at first, but kept staring into the fire. Minerva was not sure if he had heard his question and wanted to repeat it, but just when she started to ask again, Albus began to speak.
“I told him everything, Minerva. Everything I should have told him years ago but alas… an old fool’s heart didn’t permit to place another burden on him – and now I have to pay…” The last words were only a whisper and Minerva shifted to hear him better. She still didn’t understand what he meant, but she kept looking at him, trying to sooth him with her presence and hoping that he would continue.
After some time Albus continued in a low whisper. “I told him about the prophecy, Minerva!” and another tear trickled into his beard. Minerva looked at him puzzled, but Albus continued and told her about the prophecy made by Trelawney. Although Minerva didn’t believe one bit in Divination she believed in Albus.
“But Albus, does that mean… does he have to… does Harry have to kill… V-Voldemort?” asked Minerva with a shocked expression. Albus sighed deeply and buried his face in his hands. “Alas… it means exactly this… What a burden for a fifteen year old boy! And I told him straight after his godfather’s death…” When he had uttered the last words his body began to shake. Although Minerva couldn’t see his face she knew that his tears were flowing freely and it pained her to see her best friend in such a state. She understood his position and had no idea if she hadn’t reacted the same way as him: Telling a student about a prophecy which could change his life was not really a simple task… And telling Harry was simply horrible, especially because Albus loved Harry like a grandson.
Minerva sighed and shifted on the floor. She grimaced when her chest protested against the movement, but she slowly stood up and moved near Albus. She sat down on his armchair, shifting so that she was facing his profile. She tentatively placed a hand on his shoulder and when he didn’t move away, she wrapped her arms around his still shaking body. She felt her robes getting soaked with Albus tears, but she didn’t care: she would do everything to help him. And with this thought, a single tear escaped her eyes.
They had been sitting like this for what seemed hours when Albus began to move. He sat up straight and although he wasn’t crying anymore his eyes were red rimmed and sad. He was looking at Minerva with wonder and with another emotion she couldn’t understand. “Thank you” he whispered, looking in her eyes and searching them for any signs of understanding. Minerva smiled at him and lifted a hand to cup his face. “It’s alright Albus, I understand how you are feeling and although it seems to me that you are taking responsibility for Sirius death, there is no reason to do so.” She said.
Albus closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of her hand against his wet cheek. “But if I had told him earlier, he….” He began, trying to forget the feeling of guilt in his chest. But Minerva didn’t let him finish the sentence “Even if you had told him earlier, you don’t know if Sirius would still be alive! Harry might have understood why he dreamed of the Department of Mysteries, but he might still have gone there after the vision and what he was told by Kreacher!” She said, urging him to open his eyes and look at her. “You can’t change what happened, Albus, it’s as much your fault as anybody else’s, so don’t dwell on it” she finished in almost a whisper.
Albus was looking at her, feeling the guilt vanish and another powerful emotion rise up. “Minerva, my dear… What would I do without you? I think I might have lost my mind if you hadn’t been there” he said, looking at her beautiful face, watching her blush under his praise. Slowly, as if in trance, he leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers, watching her expression.
Minerva felt like heaven. She wasn’t sure when she had fallen in love with Albus, but feeling his lips on hers and his warm body pressing against her, she was sure it had been too long ago. She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure when she felt him deepen the kiss.
Albus was watching her face, trying to gauge her reaction. When she moaned he deepened the kiss, trying to fill her with his love. Love… He had fallen in love with his deputy and best friend over one of their frequent games of chess. She had won after a quite difficult game and had looked at him triumphantly. It had happened at this exact moment: She was looking at him with brilliant green eyes, her lips formed in a triumphant smile and strands of her hair loosely falling around her head. He hadn’t been able to speak and thankfully she had interpreted his silence as shock over his defeat.
He hadn’t talked to her about his feelings, afraid of losing her completely. But now, kissing her on this small armchair, feeling her hands roaming over his chest he was certain that his fear had been groundless.
They finally broke apart in need for oxygen, panting heavily and looking at each other.
“I love you Minerva, with all my heart” he said, looking at her as tears formed in her eyes. Unsure for a moment how to react, Minerva grabbed him and pulled him down once again, kissing him with such passion that Albus felt slightly dizzy. “I love you too, Albus” she whispered breathlessly, gasping for air. She watched his eyes darken with desire and felt her body react. But before she could say anything, Albus had swept her off her feet and was carrying her to the door she had rightly guessed was leading to his bedroom. “I’m not that young anymore” he said suddenly, looking at her. Minerva was confused for a moment, looking at him with raised eyebrows. “That’s why I thought we should move to my bed… Far more comfortable than those armchairs” He said, his eyes twinkling madly as he closed the door behind them.
AN2/ Sooooo..... *hides behind the desk* what do you think?
I'm thinking about doing a sequel in the lemony section, although I have never written a Lemon...
No better way to deal with death and loss than living. ;D
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