A Story To Remember

[Hogwarts Duo]

A Story to Remember

Summary: Xiomara Hooch is always meddling in the live of Albus and Minerva but this time she may have gone too far. She has portkeyed them into a muggle fairy tale...Sleeping Beauty.

A/N: This is a big day for us since we started writing this seemingly forever ago. It is our version of Sleeping Beauty told with Albus and Minerva. The story is based mostly on the Disney version since we are both big Disney fans but we have also added our own little twists and turns as well. We hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

“What was she thinking?”

“I believe she meant well Minerva. And it was rather nice. I especially enjoyed the triple layer fudge cake.”

Minerva was looking at Albus as if he had lost his mind. “Albus, Xiomara just threw us an anniversary party and we are not married.”

Albus grinned despite the frustrated looks being sent his way by his Deputy Headmistress. “She did have a point if you remember. It has been fifteen years to the day when I asked you to become my Deputy. Armando was so pleased with my choice; he started composing his letter of recommendation to the Board of Governors before I could even complete my prepared speech on your merits.”

As Albus smiled fondly at the remembered time, Minerva found herself blushing a rather unbecoming shade of bright pink. “That is all well and good but we don’t want to give the staff any ideas. There are already enough rumors floating around about us as it is.”

The comment seemed to hit its mark as Albus became serious. “And do those rumors bother you, my dear? I may not be able to stop them completely but I can certainly address the staff on the subject of unfounded gossip.”

Minerva sighed. She didn’t mind the rumors at all. She only wished there was some truth behind them. Xiomara was a dear friend but Minerva didn’t appreciate the way she kept putting her in awkward positions with Albus. If a relationship was to develop between them, she wanted it to be natural, not forced on either of them. Over the years, they had developed a close friendship and she was not willing to risk it unless she was certain of the outcome.

“No, that is not necessary. Besides, summer is nearly upon us and with most of the staff leaving for their homes next week, I am sure the incident will be forgotten by the time classes come around again.”

The students had boarded the Hogwarts Express that morning and Minerva had never been more ready for a vacation. Teaching had become more draining on her every year since Voldemort’s fall. She couldn’t seem to rid her heart of its aching from all the pointless deaths of a few years ago. It didn’t help matters that Severus had been hired as a professor after agreeing to become a spy for the light and had stayed on after the Dark Lord’s defeat. Minerva would bet money that he went out of his way to irritate her. Usually she found their banter refreshing but near the end of this term, she had only become more stressed with every confrontation. And now with Xiomara, not to mention Poppy and Pomona, trying to actively dictate her love life, it was all she could do to go through the day without either falling asleep or hexing everyone in sight.

“Very well, Minerva. But if you have a change of heart, please let me know and I will address the situation.” Albus seemed to regain a bit of his enthusiasm as he picked up the gaudily wrapped package on his desk.

“Surely you are not going to open that now. Perhaps it would be best if I take it with me and open it in the morning. It is late and I don’t want to keep you from your rest.” Minerva looked at the package with barely concealed fear. Xiomara Hooch had a mind of her own and Minerva didn’t want to take any chances by opening the package in Albus’ presence.

“What better time is there? Besides, if she went to the trouble of getting us a gift, we ought to do her the courtesy of opening it.”

Minerva had the overwhelming urge to cover her eyes as she heard the sound of paper tearing. Instead she opted for averting her face and closing her eyes. There were several seconds of silence and Minerva felt a sense of panic rising in her.

“What a wonderful gift!”

Albus sounded genuine in his praise so Minerva ventured to open one eye. With a gasp of surprise, she strode across the small space separating them and peered down at their anniversary present. A beautiful burgundy colored, leather bound book was grasped firmly in Albus’ hands. The gold lettering across the front gracefully spelled out the title, A Story to Remember. An outline of a witch and wizard in medieval dress, who looked suspiciously like the pair studying them, were holding hands and staring lovingly into each other’s eyes.

Minerva found herself growing extremely suspicious of such a benign present from her friend. Xia was not known for her subtlety. “It is a lovely gift. I don’t believe that I have heard the title before and I notice there is no author mentioned.”

Albus peered at the book a bit more closely and with a smile opened it to the first page. A dedication was inscribed in Hooch’s untidy scroll.

May you be blessed with many years of happiness and a happily ever after.

Minerva felt her face grow hot with embarrassment and irritation. Albus didn’t seem to notice as he turned the page without a word. A picture of a beautiful white castle on top of a rolling green hill filled with wildflowers adorned the next page and had a small poem at the bottom. Albus’ melodious voice filled the room as he read it out loud.

Once upon a time in life
A person comes along
Who makes your world a better place
And gives your heart a song.

It is the tune of love, my dear
Though you each doubt what you see
But in your hearts the answer lies
For you hold the golden keys.

Reach out and claim what’s always been
Yours alone to take
In the second that you do
Your hidden love will wake.

Now turn the page and step inside
Your dreams await you there
It’s time you took a bold new step
Into the fairy tale love you share.

As the last word fell from his lips, Minerva’s vision blurred and she felt a pulling sensation spread across her body starting with her belly button. Her last thought before blackness descended was how she was going to hex Xia for using a portkey on her.

Minerva was first aware of a tickling sensation on her bare forearms and around her face. Her head ached as she opened her eyes and took in the blue sky above, almost blinding in its brilliance Looking to her left, she was momentarily confused by her surroundings. When did she move outside of Hogwarts and why had she decided to nap on the grass? She knew she had been tired of late but surely she could have made it to her rooms.

Memories of the anniversary party and the gift from Hooch flooded her mind. Gently she rose to a sitting position and looked around. Confusion caused a ball of fear to form in her gut. She was not outside Hogwarts nor did it appear she was anywhere near the school. The surrounding countryside was somewhat similar, a grassy lawn with a pond laid to her right and an expansive forest lay before her. But the similarities clearly ended when she took in the giant white castle which rose behind her perched on a cliff.

“Minerva, you are awake. Are you feeling okay?”

Minerva had never been happier to hear his voice. Albus had appeared just over the ridge to her left. Her jaw dropped in surprise and after several attempts at uttering just a single word, she closed her mouth, speechless.

“Rather fancy and old world isn’t it.” Albus turned to one side and then the other showing off an outfit of which he looked rather proud.

Albus was dressed in a tan tunic and leggings with a red cape and brown boots. A cap with a feather was propped on his head at a jaunty angle. The grin on his face was almost comical as he swirled about. A sudden realization dawned on Minerva and she looked down at her own clothing. As she had somewhat expected and dreaded, she was dressed in a peasant dress of drab coloring with a pair of worn slippers on her feet.
“Albus, what in Merlin’s name is going on?”

“I am not really sure Minerva. From what I can tell we are in the picture from the book. I haven’t figured out a way to get out just yet but I am working on it. Unfortunately, my wand doesn’t seem to be functioning properly. I looked around when I woke and the landscape just seems to go on forever, very beautiful. I haven’t seen another person, magical or otherwise.”

The way he was being so casual about the whole situation had her on her feet in less than a second. “And you don’t seem to think this is a problem? We have to get out of here.” Taking her wand out of her sleeve, where she always kept it, Minerva flicked her wrist. “Finite Incantatem.”

Nothing happened and Minerva spent several more moments trying everything she could think of to get her wand to work. Finally she resigned herself to the fact that her wand was not working either and she sat down hard on the grassy knoll.

Albus who had been watching her with mixed emotions took a seat beside her and took her hand in his own. “I am sure that we will get out of here eventually. This must have taken Hooch a long time to create. It is really rather impressive. I wonder if she had help. In any case, we ought to enjoy our time here while we can.”

Xiomara Hooch. How had she not come to that conclusion earlier? Of course, the interloper would be the one to set this up and trap her here. What she hoped to gain, Minerva had no idea. Hardly able to contain all the emotions tumbling inside of her, first she laughed and then she choked back some tears and in the end she opted for anger. “Enjoy ourselves? When we get out of here, I am going to hex Hooch into next week!”

A popping noise sounded somewhere above their heads and both glanced toward the sky, wands drawn, heedless of the fact that they would be of no use. A small creature started to fly toward them at an astonishing rate, coming to a halt a few feet before their eyes. It was only then that both of them noticed that the small flying creature was none other than Xiomara Hooch.

“Happy Anniversary! My name is Xiomara, your fairy guide.”

Minerva stood in shock as she watched her friend transform from no larger than a small wren to her usual petite size. Clad in a rather unflattering dress of all things and a pair of wings, the sight of which caused Minerva to burst into laughter. “What…how…wearing?”

The winged witch looked at her with a frown on her face before turning to Albus whose eyes were twinkling merrily at the sight. “I am here to welcome you to your anniversary gift and to set a few rules.”

That statement sobered Minerva and with narrowed eyes she addressed her old friend. “What rules?”

“The rules to the game of course. You entered the book by reading the poem did you not? And now you must play out the story in order to leave.” Xiomara Hooch smoothed her skirts as she waited for Minerva to stop sputtering. “And don’t bother trying to hex me. Your magic does not work here.”

“Why you little…” Minerva was stopped by Albus who had taken her arm before she could attack the apparition in front of them.

“Please excuse us for a moment.” Albus pulled Minerva to the side and started to whisper. “It is obvious that Professor Hooch has decided to give us a rather…interesting gift. I say we go along with what she has planned and see where it leads. As of this moment, we don’t really have a choice and attempting to strangle her likeness will get us nowhere at all.”

Minerva had to concede the point. Perhaps she was overreacting. Maybe this would be the break she needed and they would have a great time. She decided to hear the fairy out and find out what was going on. And if nothing else came out of this, Hooch in that outfit would give her enough blackmail to last a lifetime. They made their way back over to Xiomara and Albus asked her to continue.

“Thank you. Now, as I was saying, I am here to tell you the rules. You will become characters in a story. The story will proceed as dictated and at the end, you will be released back from where you came.

“The rules are simple and few. You may not deviate from the basic story line, scenes will only progress if you complete certain required tasks, and you may not leave early. And of course, you may not use magic unless denoted otherwise by your character. And one other thing, you will recognize most of the characters in the story as their physical appearance will resemble individuals from your real life. You may call them by either their story name or by the name you know for them outside of this book to address them – but they will not know you by your prior relationship, only by your character’s relationship to them in the story.”

“And what pray tell is the story?” Minerva had to admit that she was curious. She wasn’t at all thrilled with being forced into this but she was willing to try and enjoy herself. At least she was willing until the story title fell from the deceptive fairy’s lips.

“Sleeping Beauty.”

TBC

[childminerva]

oooh! what a fascinating idea!

This looks like it's going to be a fun story...update soon

[EloquentPhoenix]

Will only be a short review as I am very busy but I had to review now!

Made me laugh and smile, absolutely wonderful idea, and I really liked that it was Xiomara behind it all and the way it was so sweet to put them in a book. I am intrigued about both the future scenes and characters, and, of course, their happily ever after. I love this. Update soon.

[osusprinks]

I already said this on ff but I loved it. The idea was great and I can't wait to read more! Great job, ladies, as always!

[MinnieQuill]

I would MURDER Xiomara if I was Minerva. That is cruel! CRUEL! And yet so funny...
Definitely one I am begging you to continue

[Jessabelle]

This really is a terrific idea. As always, you have brought me right into the story with the characters; no pun intended! You have got me smiling, too and I look forward to more!
- Jess

[Trulyamused]

Yea. A story with maximium fluffage.

Looking forward to reading more soon.

Truly

[furandfeathers]

that is pure evil.....i LOVE it!!! ;D

[crystalpheonixeyes]

That was brillnt! Ohhhhhh..... can't wait for an update. I can't wait for the next part! Jezz, I am so repetivie. (sp?)

[Herzele]

I soooooooo can't wait to see how you continue this !! Wonderful beginning !!
I've always loved Sleeping Beauty and I love the fact that you wrote it in an AD/MM version ...

[DaBao]

You must update, this is just so... good! I can't wait, update woman! Update!

I'd kill Madame Hooch if I were Minervra. I can't wait for the next part.

[blackmagic]

Ahhh. One of my favorite fairytales. Glad to see it being put to such good use.

Now, as to Xiomara, I don't believe murder is the answer. After all, doesn't she give us all a certain humor in our storylines. No, I'm seeing more of a fairytale or folklore inspired revenge. Maybe even Shakespeare, Arthurian legends, or something from the Arabian Nights starring our beloved Flying instructor and a certain Potions Master, or whomever she is romantically interested in. After all, Minerva is a clever woman.

You've given me a ton of new fic ideas for, but I'll share them with you if you want them. Finally, in my senior year, all that college lit put to good use - I love it.

[Hogwarts Duo]

Chapter 2

Before she had a chance to truly digest this information and retort, Minerva felt herself being pulled once again as if by a portkey. When she woke this time, she found herself in a cozy bedroom, a small window providing the only light. Her hand clutched a small scroll and she quickly opened it to see what information it would impart.

Good morning Minerva. Your tasks are simple for this first scene. You need only pick some berries in the woods while singing a lovely tune so Albus can find you.

Crumbling the piece of parchment, she threw it on the floor where it promptly disappeared. Singing indeed! She would play along since she had no choice but that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t make a few rules of her own.

She could hear sounds coming from the other room and decided to investigate. If she remembered her fairy tales correctly, and with Xia knowing that Sleeping Beauty was her favorite, she figured she was about to meet Flora, Fauna and Merryweather.

When Minerva eased open the small wooden door and peeked into the other room, she nearly had to stifle a laugh. She had been correct in her assumption that she was about to meet the three fairies that looked after Briar Rose. At least that was what the young woman in the story had been called. Silently, Minerva hoped Xiomara would at least give her a more suitable name, perhaps Scottish Rose but with her sense of humor, one could never be certain of anything.

The three women were bustling about the house, doing their daily chores. Poppy as she was known at Hogwarts had been assigned the role of Flora, the plump but grandmotherly figure dressed in robes of reddish pink. Madame Sprout was easily identified as Fauna if for no other reason than the brilliant green of her dress. Merryweather had not been an easy connection to make. While her features looked incredibly familiar, it took Minerva several minutes to realize that Madame Pince was the fairy dressed in blue. It had been the largeness of her usually slender frame, which had caused the momentary confusion. It appeared that Xiomara’s long standing dislike of the librarian had spilled over into the story.

The Scottish Rose walked slowly into the room, trying desperately not to disturb the three seemingly happy women. It wasn’t until Poppy noticed her watching them from the shadows and bid her a warm ‘good morning’ that she felt comfortable in her new surroundings.

Sprout and Pince both whirled around and smiled sweetly at the slender woman framed in the doorway and for a brief moment, Minerva started to address them as she would have had she been back at the school. Fortunately for her, she remembered what Fairy Hooch has said about them not remembering her, so instead she returned their warm look and waited for what would happen next.

“It’s about time you woke up, sleepy head,” Pince teased as she briskly cleaned the house. Her blue robes swished and swayed as the plump woman made light work of sweeping the floor. If Minerva hadn’t known better, she would have sworn the woman was using magic. Being one of the three fairies, it would not have been out of the question, but at this point in the fairy tale, Minerva remembered that they were not allowed to use their powers for fear that Maleficent would find them.

“Yes, we were hoping you’d go into the forest and pick a basket full of berries for us,” Sprout announced as she handed the Scottish Rose the dark wicker basket.”

“But, I just picked berries yesterday,” Minerva countered. She threw out the simple argument remembering that Briar Rose had done the same thing. However, her mind was on the upcoming meeting with Albus and the possibility that he had found a way out of this mess. Reminding herself to pay attention to what the women were saying, Minerva pushed her thoughts to the back of her mind. After all, if she wasn’t careful she might miss something crucial, though she had heard this story so many times in her childhood that she doubted there would be anything she would forget.

“I wanted to make a new dessert for dinner tonight,” Poppy announced, “and I need lots and lots of berries.” Before she had a chance to object further, the Scottish Rose was being pushed out of the door while being reminded to not talk to strangers in the forest.

Minerva walked along a well-worn path in the forest picking the required berries as she went, following her feet which seemed to know more about where she was going than her mind comprehended. She looked around her cautiously and at one point, she even reached for her wand, which surprisingly enough wasn’t in her pocket. Of course it wouldn’t be, for the princess had no magical abilities of her own, she reprimanded herself.

A small brook with a tiny wooden bridge came into view and on the spur of the moment, Minerva decided to sit down and to try to make some sense of what was happening. She thought back over the anniversary party, the gift from Xiomara, and every single thing that had occurred since she had found herself immersed inside the book. According to the story this was supposed to be the part where she sings and her prince shows up on his valiant steed. He would then take her in his arms and the two would share the most romantic of dances in the forest. In fact, her bit of parchment with her tasks for this chapter had specifically outlined it – or rather the singing part of it.

Minerva scoffed at such an idea. It has always been the one part of the book that never made sense to her. How on earth could someone fall so madly in love with another person based on one dance and one song? After all, it had taken her nearly five years before she was ready to admit how much she loved Albus and she still had yet to confess those feelings to him. No, she might be forced to play along with the overall storyline but it was here that she deviated from the plot. Briar Rose might be naïve enough to be charmed by some stranger, but the Scottish Rose would not be, even if she knew the Prince was Albus.

That was another thing that bothered her. How was Albus reacting to all of this? He had seemed much calmer than she when the rules had been explained. Knowing the crazy old coot as she did, he was most likely enjoying this little adventure and would play his part with overzealous enthusiasm. It was his childlike qualities that would shine through. Of that she could be certain.

Time passed slowly and Minerva waited not so patiently for Albus to arrive. She had so many things she wanted to ask him. It seemed like hours had passed since she left the tiny cottage and still no sign of the stranger in the woods. Sighing in frustration, she was on the verge of losing her temper when she noticed a shimmering orb making its’ way towards her. She had seen this apparition before…Fairy Hooch.

“Minerva McGonagall! What did I tell you about this story?” she asked rather accusingly.

“You, Xiomara Hooch…or Fairy Hooch, didn’t exactly tell us a lot about what’s happening here only that we were to complete some tasks, follow the story to the end and then we would be released!” Minerva countered in anger.

“Exactly! And how, may I ask, do you expect to meet Prince Albus, the strange but handsome man in the glade, if you do not follow the tasks outlined on the parchment you received this morning?”

Minerva took a calming breath and tried desperately to rein in her overwhelming emotions. “I am here in these bloody woods with a basket. I have already picked the berries and I’m waiting for the other victim in this sordid affair to arrive! Apparently, he decided to deviate from the story or else he’s found a way out and left me here to suffer!”

“Tsk, tsk…temper temper. For your information, Albus is wandering around in the forest. He’s following his end of the story but you, my lovely, have to start singing. Otherwise, he won’t be able to follow your voice and you’ll both be stuck here until you do decide to sing.”

“Really! This is ridiculous! What do you expect to accomplish with this little charade? Do you think just because you force us to play out this fairy tale romance that he’ll fall hopelessly in love with me and it will carry over once we return to Hogwarts?” Minerva was nearly at her breaking point. “It’s hopeless. I’ve come to accept that. Why can’t you?”

“Nothing is ever hopeless as long as you believe, Minerva. And how do you know what Albus is feeling? Maybe, just maybe, he’s thinking the same thing as you. But because you refuse to cooperate, we’ll never know.” Xiomara gave her friend a wink and a knowing smile. “He’s waiting on you, Min. He always has been.” And with that, Fairy Hooch disappeared like a vapor.

The Scottish Rose sat and mulled over everything her friend had said. It was true that she hadn’t necessarily given it her best try to win Albus’ heart. It was just too risky and if she ended up damaging their close friendship, the pain would be unbearable. Then again, they were in the fairy tale and things were supposed to work out happily for the main characters. A few more minutes of rationalizing and debating in her head, she finally came to the conclusion that the only way to get her life back to normal would be to play along and to follow the set storyline. Either way, she’d finally learn what it felt like to be kissed by Albus Dumbledore.

At first, Minerva started to sing quietly. She was amazed to find that she remembered all the words to the song, the one she had memorized and sang as a child. It was the song that spoke of finding the one man you had dreamed of and who had stolen your heart long before he walked through the door and introduced himself. In her youth, Minerva had actually believed that romance was just like the fairy tales but all too soon those assumptions were dashed. Still, she had to sing if for no other reason than to get a chance to speak with Albus.

The more she sang, the easier it became and the louder her voice rose. She soon found herself kicking off her shoes and placing them near the basket of berries as she closed her eyes and imagined Albus holding her in his arms. A feeling of happiness washed over her and Minerva couldn’t remember a time when she had felt so young and so carefree. Her heart felt light, as if she hadn’t a care in the world. Taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly, she drank in the warmth of the sun’s rays, the long forgotten song floating from somewhere in her memory to the tip of her tongue and spilling effortlessly across her rose red lips.

I know you
I walked with you once upon a dream.
I know you
The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
Yes, I know it's true
that visions are seldom all they seem
But if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once
the way you did once upon a dream

Off in the distance, Albus was riding through the same section of the woods. His heart was supposed to be heavy for he was on his way to meet the young princess to whom he had been betrothed as a lad. But he had an advantage. He knew the beautiful woman would turn out to be Minerva, the young lass he was to meet in the forest. But he was lost. The more he wandered in the thick forest, the more he began to doubt his memory of the story and the parchment that had disappeared after he had read it that morning. Perhaps he had done something wrong, though he could not even begin to fathom what it would be.

According to the scroll he had found in his hand upon waking, he was supposed to follow the sound of a woman singing and engage her in a dance. And if he remembered the story correctly, he should have heard her voice by now but he had been wandering around aimlessly for what seemed like hours and he hadn’t heard anything except the chirping of birds high in the trees.

He was about to give up all hope when he caught the faintest whisper of a sound. Drawing his trusted steed to a stop he listened intently and was rewarded as he heard the most melodious voice ringing through the trees. He paused to listen for a moment and the more he heard, the more he wanted to hear from the source of such wonderful sounds. Swiftly, he altered his course and began searching for the voice of such merriment.

The trees surrounding the hidden glade were large, yet allowed for beams of sunlight to filter down and kiss the flowers which grew in patches here and there. The beautiful Scottish Rose continued to sing longingly about her dream lover and the day she would finally be able to tell him of her love. She stopped to pick a handful of flowers and to dip her fingers in the cool waters of the stream nearby. All the while, she was unaware that she was being watched intently by a handsome prince, namely Albus who had managed to find her.

Albus couldn’t believe that Minerva could sing so beautifully. Her voice had always caused shivers to race up and down his spine but this was different. The most amazing woman he had ever seen was right before him and in the form of his best friend. For years he had dreamed of the raven-haired beauty and perhaps one day revealing his love to her but something always stopped him from confessing all to her. And here she was, dancing carelessly in a clearing and it took his breath away.

He rubbed his eyes, making sure that they were not deceiving him, before he inched closer and closer. He surveyed her slender frame appreciatively, wanting to know how it felt to hold her in his arms. He felt drawn to her, more so than he ever had before. As she twirled in dance nearby, as if moving in perfect time with a suitor, Albus couldn’t fight the urge to step forward and take her by the hand, guiding her through the dance himself.

A/N: Thanks so much for your reviews and feedback. We hope you have enjoyed this chapter and we’ll post the next one in a few days!

[Drake]

Oh, so it;s not just ANY Sleeping Beauty....

It's Disney!Sleeping Beauty.

That makes it so much funnier, for some reason...

Oh, well.

'Tis hilarious, update soon!

[osusprinks]

I left you a longer review on ff, but I just wanted to say again how much I am enjoying this story. So amazing. I love that song.

[Aeronnen]

I'm not familiar with this form of Sleeping Beauty....lol, but I get the gist!
Very cool. I love the thought of Madam Pince a a fairy....lol. Can't wait for the next chapter!! Well done.

[childminerva]

“He’s waiting on you, Min. He always has been.”

awwww...

I loved the women you chose to be the fairies *chuckles* very appropriate

Lovely second chapter...I'm really enjoying this!

[nicolerose]

I CANT WAIT!!! Make the update soooooon plz!

[Jessabelle]

I love the sheer brilliance and playfulness of "Fairy Hooch"! This really is adorable. Please update again soon!
- Jess

[EloquentPhoenix]

Disney! *Sighs* You have to love Disney, and I have to love this too. Wow. I can't wait for it all to fall into place for them. They're going to kiss! And Min is being so stubborn over it all, I'm glad Xiomara has intervend. That last scene when Albus found Min was amazingly beautiful. You seem to have the knack at making me sigh and be happy since you write it so wonderfully. I can't wait for the update, and it's nice to be reminded of this story.

[Leaves of Green]

hogwartsduo said:

Chapter 2

“He’s waiting on you, Min. He always has been.”

So cute!!! I love this!!! It makes me think about writing a beauty-and-the-beast inspired fic... Oh well, I love this!!!!!!!!

[furandfeathers]

YAY for Disney! Now that song is going to be stuck in my head for at least a week, but it was worth it! Great job! I can't wait til the Albus-fights-Malificent part

[Herzele]

What a wonderful and quick update !!

I think my favourite line definitely has to be "He’s waiting on you, Min. He always has been.” That is just too cute !!

[TartanPhoenix]

I don't think it's possible for a story from you to be anything other than incredible. I love sleeping beauty, and I can't wait to see what sort of deviations to the storyline they try to make. Update soon.

[Trulyamused]

I love it. I really, really do. My neice had a fit, because I borrowed my movie back to watch it.

Ah well, she's six. Has to learn to share sometime

Looking forward to more soon.

Truly

[Ivy_Wize]

Well, I have to say I quite dislike Disney, and I've never been too fond of this particular tale, but... WOW you write it so well. I think this is the first time in my life I've been sitting on the edge of my seat because of a fairy tale. Well done.

[Hogwarts Duo]

Chapter 3

As soon as his hand touched hers, Minerva smiled yet she did not feel startled or threatened in any way. Instead, she smiled sweetly at him and allowed him to pull her close as they swayed to the tune she was humming. Their movements were graceful and fluid, as if they had been practicing for this one moment all of their lives. He seemed to anticipate her every move and she slipped into his arms as naturally as drawing breath. When she began to sing once more, he found he knew the words and immediately his voice joined hers in singing of the perfect love.

There was a magic at work beyond anything imaginable. Tiny jolts of electricity flowed between them as their hands touched and their eyes locked. Her dark green orbs stared directly into his blue ones and the entire universe seemed to melt away. Drawing her even closer, he led her over to a small clearing just beyond the glade and they looked towards the white castle looming in the distance. Upon instinct, Minerva leaned closer to him and laid her head upon his shoulder, drinking in the unique smell of lemon drops and chocolate from his skin. Errant strands of his hair tickled a spot on her neck, causing her to shiver.

Albus was also lost in deep thought as he held her in his arms. She smelled of honeysuckle and her hair was as soft as morning dew upon the roses. Looking towards the castle, he felt saddened knowing they would be parted soon. For now, though, he had Minerva in his arms and all seemed perfect. “Minerva, I missed you,” he confessed softly for fear of breaking the spell between them.

“I missed you too. I thought you’d never come,” she breathed back in answer.

“It was the strangest thing. I wandered around in the forest, searching everywhere for you but the harder I looked, the worse luck I had. Then, I heard your voice and my hope was renewed. I knew that as long as I could hear your sweet voice, everything would be right again.” He hugged her to him and laid his head on top of hers. “When I heard your singing, I would almost swear the birds hushed in reverence and I knew exactly where to find you.”

“Oh Albus, that’s just silly,” she replied nervously. “We’re both in unfamiliar territory and you couldn’t be expected to know of this small clearing in the vast forest. So, what have you been doing all this time we’ve been apart?”

“Searching for you, my dear,” was his honest yet simple reply. They slipped back into a comfortable silence as they continued to take comfort in being so near the other. But their time together was not to last for long.

Minerva suddenly remembered Poppy, Sprout, and Pince back at home, telling her repeatedly never to talk to strangers and to come back to the cottage as soon as possible.

She hated to leave but in order for the story to progress further, she must leave the safety and comfort of Albus’ arms and return to the home of the three fairies. “I’m sorry. I really must go, Albus,” she said pulling herself free from his arms.

“But wait!” Albus called after her to no avail. “Can’t you stay for just a while longer?”

He wanted to rush after her but somehow his feet wouldn’t move. It was as if some invisible force was keeping him from chasing after her but then she stopped. His memories of this scene from the storybook were faint but knowing that Minerva most likely knew the story in great detail, he rationalized that her leaving him was necessary for the progression of the story they were in. But while it was necessary, it didn’t make it any easier to watch her leave.

Minerva turned and flashed him a radiant smile, the kind he had seen on the face of the woman in his dreams. His secret dreams of Minerva, if he was to be brutally honest. At that moment, he would have done anything for her, anything to make her happy and to keep her in his life, in his arms. “Tonight. Meet me at the cottage in the clearing, just beyond the brook.” And with that, she darted away, leaving him stunned and longing for just a few more precious moments with her, either here in the fairy tale world or in their reality back at Hogwarts.

Minerva ran all the way to the cottage but her feet barely touched the soft grass. She hummed the romantic tune all the way back home, thinking of the man with the amazing blue eyes. She called out to Poppy, Sprout and Pince long before she reached the cottage door. When she burst inside, hardly containing her excitement, she was surprised to see the most beautiful set of robes and a delicious looking cake. She had forgotten that today was her birthday in the book.

“Surprise!” the women shouted. “Happy birthday. Oh, we have so much to tell you today.”

“And I have something to tell you. I’ve met the most remarkable man. He’s so handsome and he dances divinely,” she said twirling around as if he were holding her in his arms. “He has auburn hair and the bluest eyes. They’re like pools of water, clear and bright and …”

“A man?” Poppy exclaimed!

“Oh dear. That’s not good,” Sprout added sadly.

“Most unfortunate too. And today of all days,” Pince spoke softly.

Poppy pulled the young Scottish Rose into her arms and hugged her tightly. “My dear, you can never see this young man again.” She looked from Sprout to Pince and then back to their Scottish Rose. The moment of truth had come and it was going to be hard to speak the words that had been forming for years. “You see, your real name is Princess Aurora and you’ve been promised to another since the time of your birth. We’re supposed to return you to the castle this evening and you’ll marry him within a few weeks.”

A tight knot formed in the pit of her stomach as she looked at the saddened faces of the women who cared for as friends at Hogwarts and who had taken care of her for her whole life in the story. It was then that she remembered where she truly was; she was surprised to find that she had forgotten for a short time. This wasn’t real and her prince wasn’t real. Minerva pulled away from the older woman dressed in pink and pushed passed the other two in robes of green and blue. She ran all the way upstairs to her room and collapsed onto her bed.

Minerva struggled to remind herself that it was all just a fairy tale, an elaborate charm placed upon them by Xiomara for fun. But it did not hurt any less to think that all of this was just a fantasy. Albus had arrived, just like Fairy Hooch had said, but then again, that was all part of the story. He had danced with her and made her feel like she was the most beautiful woman to ever walk the earth but hadn’t that all been part of the fascination with this story?

Bitter tears fell from her eyes as she cried for the man who had stolen her heart in the forest glade and so long ago at Hogwarts. He truly was the man she had dreamed of so many nights and the familiar gleam in his eyes confirmed for her that he was the one she truly loved. Now, her entire world was turned upside down and she was going to have to face the harsh reality of doing what was expected based on some silly writer’s imagination just so she could return to a time and place where she was no more to him than a friend.

Albus stood rooted to his spot in the glade for several minutes, long after Minerva’s slender figure had disappeared from his line of vision. He could still feel the warmth of her body as he held her in his arms during the dance. His ears could still remember perfectly the way her voice floated through the clearing, enticing him to follow it much like a mermaid’s song to a sailor. Albus knew that there was more to his feelings than just some storybook tale for he had loved Minerva far longer than he cared to admit. For admitting the total number of years to himself and to her would mean admitting he had failed to use his Gryffindor courage to his advantage.

Darkness was looming in the distance and Albus couldn’t stay in the glade waiting for her to return. Mounting his white horse, Albus noticed a bit of parchment appear and unrolled it to find out what he needed to do next.

Dearest Prince, your tasks for this next scene require you to make haste toward the castle where you will tell your father that you have found the woman you are going to marry. Your noble steed will then guide you back to the fair maiden’s house where all is quiet. You must investigate but be ready for any surprise.

Smiling to himself, he gave one last look around, knowing he wouldn’t catch sight of Minerva but hoping all the same, before he nudged his horse into motion. His sights were set on the castle ahead, a structure which even rivaled Hogwarts in its grandeur. As he urged the horse to go faster, Albus had to duck as they jumped over a small stream bringing his head very close to a leaf covered branch. The white stallion was galloping at a fast pace but still Albus did not feel they were going nearly fast enough. After all, perhaps if he hurried he could get to Minerva before the fairies took her away. He knew it was a vain hope, but he couldn’t help feeling anxious about his Minerva being forced to prick her finger and fall into a deep sleep.

It seemed like forever but finally the gates of the castle loomed before them. Flashes of the storybook ran through his mind and he knew his father would be waiting for him in the courtyard. As they pulled in a stout man with a crown on his head stood waiting on some steps which led to two massive wood doors.

“Albus, my boy, where have you been?” the man said as he ambled down the steps. “The princess will be here any minute and you must be ready.”

Albus was momentarily struck speechless as he watched the form of Cornelius Fudge come towards him with a giant smile on his face. The idea of Fudge as his father was preposterous. Xiomara must have either had a few too many butterbeers or had her tea spiked the night she created this scene in the story. He swung off the horse and met the Minister halfway.

“Father,” he exclaimed, the word coming out less enthusiastic than he meant. However, the character didn’t seem to notice. “I have seen the girl that I am going to marry.”

Albus kept a large grin on his face, not a hard task as Cornelius looked dumfounded at the revelation that his son had seen his intended. The real Minister would rather be obliviated than ever appear to look unprepared in public. A curiosity considering how often his incompetence tended to shine through.

“You have seen the princess?” exclaimed Fudge rather belatedly.

“No, father,” Albus laughed, knowing he must go along with the storyline as much as possible. “I met a girl in the glen and we danced.”

Albus grabbed Fudge and started to spin him around while humming the tune which Minerva had been singing. He knew the real Fudge would never stand for this kind of treatment and had to bite his cheek to keep from laughing. What would the minister say if he could see himself now?

“A girl in the forest,” Cornelius repeated in confusion.

“Yes, and I am going to marry her. She lives in a cottage in the glen. I am off to meet her tonight.” Albus gave his father one final spin before letting go.

“A peasant girl. You can’t marry a peasant girl! You are betrothed.” Cornelius stated using his most authoritative voice.

Albus mounted his horse in one fluid movement. He was in a hurry to get their conversation over with so he could be on his way. “I am going to marry her father. Do not worry you will love her as I do when you meet her.”

With his final words echoing in the air, Albus took off leaving a trail of dust in his wake and Cornelius Fudge shouting after him.

They galloped through the forest, his steed leading the way. Albus tried to watch where they were going but after several minutes knew he would not be able to find his way back without his horse. Everything was beginning to look the same so he let his mind wander to what Minerva was doing at this moment. He knew she would soon be led to the castle in order that she may prick her finger on the spindle.

A fear grew inside him, starting in the pit of his stomach. He had never considered what sort of magic might be used to encourage Minerva to follow the story and what they would use to have her fall asleep. If something went wrong he would not be around to protect her. Surely her best friend would not do anything to harm her. He clung to that thought as they pulled up in front of a tidy cottage.

There was smoke coming from the fireplace but everything was eerily silent. Albus knew this was the scene where the prince was captured. He was unsure how he felt about his position but knew it was necessary. He dismounted and moved toward the front door, which was open enough to show darkness within. He called out and pushed the heavy wood open the rest of the way.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he entered the room. He could feel several sets of eyes watching him and had to force himself to move further inside. His wand found its way to his hand, regardless of the fact that it would be of no help in his fight. He had just started to speak again when the door slammed shut behind him and several pairs of hands began to restrain him.

Albus fought as best he could as ropes wound their way around his arms and waist. He caught a glimpse of several houseelves in their usual tea towels and a few goblins with nasty looking weapons. He nearly laughed but a gag being placed in his mouth stopped him from making any sounds at all. He had never been so vulnerable in his life and though he knew he would come to no harm his heart raced with trepidation.

A form dressed all in black emerged from the shadows and reached out to grab his chin. He was forced to look into a familiar face and Albus’ eyes widened in shock.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? I set my trap for a peasant and wind up with a prince.”

Albus hadn’t considered who would play the part of the villain in the story. However, had he given it any thought he would have come up with a list of possible staff members. Severus would have topped his list, as he often looked the part, and he could easily have made an argument for any number of his Professors or colleagues. However, the person who stood before him now would have been on the bottom or perhaps even left off of his list altogether.

Sibyll Trelawney’s cackling sounded odd to his ears and he tried his best to look the angry hero, though he was sure his surprise was evident on his face. Trelawney dropped his chin and motioned to her minions.

“Bring him along,” she stated as she moved toward the door. “And do be careful with him. After all, he is our guest.”

Albus stumbled as he was pulled outside. He sincerely hoped Minerva was having a better time of it than he was at the moment.

A/N: Thank you so much for your wonderful reviews. We’re very glad that so many of you are enjoying the story and looking forward to the next bit. Just so you know…there are only two chapters left now.

[Apocalypticat]

Awesome! What a fantastic idea! I love how Rolanda seems to have had some very odd ideas about some of the characters. Fudge as Albus's father! LMAO

[Herzele]

*rofl* Fudge as Albus' father is indeed just perfect ... And Sybill as the villain ... *giggles*

Another wonderful update ! I'm so sorry to hear that there are only two more chapters left ... But at least I can look forward to those ...

[furandfeathers]

LMFAO! Okay, Fudge as his father had me giggling...but Sybil as Malificent! That is fantastic! Thank you, for making my day ;D