Post by Nerweniel on Sept 1, 2004 8:55:55 GMT -5
And She Will Be Loved
“Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else”
One more day. One more day she had left at Hogwarts, the girl with her radiant, green eyes realized, as she wandered through the corridors of her home since seven years. One more day to decide about what probably was the probably most important choice of her life. One more day.
And she was sick of it, of running over the stone floor bare-footed, her emerald cloak tightly clenched around her shoulders, tears glimmering behind her square glasses. She was tired of it, of fighting, but not fighting him, as he put it, fighting his Destiny. With a capital letter, thank you very much. And she, secret girlfriend, bride to be and, “naturally”, future queen of his so-called Dark Realm as well. It was just too much. Even for her, Minerva Jean McGonagall, top student of every class she took and wise far beyond her age. It was too much- she was too much. The whole picture of top student, Head Girl, mature one and at the same time to-be-empress of the dark dream land of her boyfriend didn’t fit. Or yes, it did. Only one part of the jigsaw did not fit.
It was him.
As she balled her fist and knocked, softly at first, then a little bit harder, on the solid, ebony wood of the door to her Transfiguration teacher and friend’s office, she felt weak. Utterly, pathetically, ridiculously weak. Here she was again, begging for comfort, begging for solace.
But she knew it was so much more.
“I walked for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've held you so many times but somehow
I want more”
As Albus opened the door and looked into the big, green eyes of the student who probably was his best friend at Hogwarts, he almost smiled. The redness of her eyes, though, told a whole other story than her semi-brave smile, and hastily, he guided her in.
She was the prettiest girl of her year, that was for sure. He had never had doubts about that. Not that it really mattered, though. He admired her wisdom more than her beautiful face- he always had. Her intellect- her enormous talent for Transfigurations, for example- her Animagus transformation of the previous year! Or no, that was not true either. What he loved the most about her, was her spirit. Her faint smiles, her sometimes sarcastic remarks, her strength. And there he’d used the l-word again.
Love. He loved her. He didn’t know when or how, or since when, or even why. It was just something that was- not a choice he had made. It was as much a part of himself as his sky blue eyes were, or his, already slightly wrinkled, face. He could not help loving her, this young, brave Gryffindor with her quick brains and her stubborn courage, with her somewhat sad smile and her unfortunate choice of a boyfriend.
“It’s Tom, Albus… he… he… I can’t understand him, sometimes. I cannot follow his trail of thoughts- he’s just mad at times…”
Tom Riddle was no good for her, Albus knew as he, slowly, enveloped the slim girl with his eager arms. He wasn’t, she deserved better. But would he, aged as he was, ever be seen as “better” by her? He was years and years and years her senior- it couldn’t be, it could not.
But as long as he could comfort her, as long as he could hold her, he was happy.
“I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved”
A year had passed. Minerva had left Hogwarts, and Albus had bravely smiled and wished her all the best when she had, for the last time, turned around and smiled. He had, for one, single moment, thought she’d stay with him, as her dark green eyes filled with tears when she raised her pale, slender hand to wave for a last time. But the boy, young man, next to her, fingers locked closely around her other hand, had kept her from it, he knew, and he would do so forever. Tom Riddle had been was a handsome figure as he stood there, black, thick hair falling around his head, just reaching his ears, his dark brown, impenetrable eyes staring at- yes, at what? Tom Riddle was a mystery in many ways, he knew, and he had felt a cut through his heart as Minerva’s worried eyes had rested, for a short moment, on the pale face of the boy beside her. And yet she’d followed. Followed like only she, rightful, fair Gryffindor she was, could do.
But he had sent her letters, and so had she. He wanted to at least know for sure she was safe, and happy, but every letter worried him more than the previous one had done. Tom Riddle was going down, more and more, and he was dragging his girlfriend, who shared his house in London now, with him… Albus couldn’t know for sure, but he could read between the lines, and what he read upset him.
He could not count the times he had walked the street she lived in, every time a particular line made him shiver. In rain and in sunshine, he stood there, and waited. She would see him, sitting before the window on the first floor, and she would smile.
She could not reach him, though, not until her Lord, as he now called himself, had left the house. Then, she’d take her long, grey cloak, put on her hat and join him, a sincere smile on her face.
“Oh Albus, I’m so glad you came!”
Yes, Minerva, but why did you think I came?
For she still did not know he loved her.
“Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else”
One more day. One more day she had left at Hogwarts, the girl with her radiant, green eyes realized, as she wandered through the corridors of her home since seven years. One more day to decide about what probably was the probably most important choice of her life. One more day.
And she was sick of it, of running over the stone floor bare-footed, her emerald cloak tightly clenched around her shoulders, tears glimmering behind her square glasses. She was tired of it, of fighting, but not fighting him, as he put it, fighting his Destiny. With a capital letter, thank you very much. And she, secret girlfriend, bride to be and, “naturally”, future queen of his so-called Dark Realm as well. It was just too much. Even for her, Minerva Jean McGonagall, top student of every class she took and wise far beyond her age. It was too much- she was too much. The whole picture of top student, Head Girl, mature one and at the same time to-be-empress of the dark dream land of her boyfriend didn’t fit. Or yes, it did. Only one part of the jigsaw did not fit.
It was him.
As she balled her fist and knocked, softly at first, then a little bit harder, on the solid, ebony wood of the door to her Transfiguration teacher and friend’s office, she felt weak. Utterly, pathetically, ridiculously weak. Here she was again, begging for comfort, begging for solace.
But she knew it was so much more.
“I walked for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've held you so many times but somehow
I want more”
As Albus opened the door and looked into the big, green eyes of the student who probably was his best friend at Hogwarts, he almost smiled. The redness of her eyes, though, told a whole other story than her semi-brave smile, and hastily, he guided her in.
She was the prettiest girl of her year, that was for sure. He had never had doubts about that. Not that it really mattered, though. He admired her wisdom more than her beautiful face- he always had. Her intellect- her enormous talent for Transfigurations, for example- her Animagus transformation of the previous year! Or no, that was not true either. What he loved the most about her, was her spirit. Her faint smiles, her sometimes sarcastic remarks, her strength. And there he’d used the l-word again.
Love. He loved her. He didn’t know when or how, or since when, or even why. It was just something that was- not a choice he had made. It was as much a part of himself as his sky blue eyes were, or his, already slightly wrinkled, face. He could not help loving her, this young, brave Gryffindor with her quick brains and her stubborn courage, with her somewhat sad smile and her unfortunate choice of a boyfriend.
“It’s Tom, Albus… he… he… I can’t understand him, sometimes. I cannot follow his trail of thoughts- he’s just mad at times…”
Tom Riddle was no good for her, Albus knew as he, slowly, enveloped the slim girl with his eager arms. He wasn’t, she deserved better. But would he, aged as he was, ever be seen as “better” by her? He was years and years and years her senior- it couldn’t be, it could not.
But as long as he could comfort her, as long as he could hold her, he was happy.
“I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved”
A year had passed. Minerva had left Hogwarts, and Albus had bravely smiled and wished her all the best when she had, for the last time, turned around and smiled. He had, for one, single moment, thought she’d stay with him, as her dark green eyes filled with tears when she raised her pale, slender hand to wave for a last time. But the boy, young man, next to her, fingers locked closely around her other hand, had kept her from it, he knew, and he would do so forever. Tom Riddle had been was a handsome figure as he stood there, black, thick hair falling around his head, just reaching his ears, his dark brown, impenetrable eyes staring at- yes, at what? Tom Riddle was a mystery in many ways, he knew, and he had felt a cut through his heart as Minerva’s worried eyes had rested, for a short moment, on the pale face of the boy beside her. And yet she’d followed. Followed like only she, rightful, fair Gryffindor she was, could do.
But he had sent her letters, and so had she. He wanted to at least know for sure she was safe, and happy, but every letter worried him more than the previous one had done. Tom Riddle was going down, more and more, and he was dragging his girlfriend, who shared his house in London now, with him… Albus couldn’t know for sure, but he could read between the lines, and what he read upset him.
He could not count the times he had walked the street she lived in, every time a particular line made him shiver. In rain and in sunshine, he stood there, and waited. She would see him, sitting before the window on the first floor, and she would smile.
She could not reach him, though, not until her Lord, as he now called himself, had left the house. Then, she’d take her long, grey cloak, put on her hat and join him, a sincere smile on her face.
“Oh Albus, I’m so glad you came!”
Yes, Minerva, but why did you think I came?
For she still did not know he loved her.
POOR MIN! 
Glad Albus is there for her! ;D Take THIS Tom Riddle! 
