Post by Nerweniel on Sept 17, 2004 14:36:40 GMT -5
The Arms of the Angel
DISCLAIMER:
HP => JKR's
"Angel" => Sarah McLachlan's
Chapter One
“Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay”
Albus Dumbledore hesitatingly smiled as his wrinkled, shaking hands slowly laid down the bouquet of wild roses he’d been holding on the light grey, marble tombstone before him. His sky blue eyes turned into watery puddles as he slowly, carefully, used the thumb of his left hand to gently trace the contours of the carved into the stone name of she who rested here.
“Minerva Caitriona McGonagall.”
His voice didn’t even tremble as he pronounced those words- the words which he, because of his increasingly bad eyesight, could only read with his fingers now. But as long as his old tongue could still form those three words, the sweetest in his world, he would be thankful. Those- and those three other words, which almost automatically flew from his mouth as the soft rose petals touched the marble.
“I love you.”
This was the daily ritual of the more than two-hundred year old man. No matter how rheumatic, how sad, how miserable he felt, not a day passed without fresh roses to adorn the grave of the only woman the ex-Headmaster had ever loved.
As he stood up again, heavily leaning on the walking stick that had been his constant companion for quite a few years, he no longer looked down upon the bare tombstone covering her grave.
All he saw was her face.
That pale, delicate face with the sharp features, with the lips that could smile so sweetly when she wanted them to- the most beautiful painting he had ever had the honour to witness, encircled by a waterfall of thick, black hair, falling down her shoulders, her back…
He closed his eyes, but the tears had already escaped and he felt them seep into the deep wrinkles which had been carving his cheeks since that one day, so long ago…
It was all his own fault, he knew.
Once he had had his chance- right after the war against the Dark Lord Grindelwald, which they had ended together.
But he had shaken his head, mature and wise as always, and stepped aside, telling her to find a husband and “start having babies”, as he had so harshly put it.
He should have known she wouldn’t leave.
And he had waited, through all the years, for a pause, for a break, for the peace that would finally allow him to throw his arms around her.
But when that peace had come, she had left.
DISCLAIMER:
HP => JKR's
"Angel" => Sarah McLachlan's
Chapter One
“Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay”
Albus Dumbledore hesitatingly smiled as his wrinkled, shaking hands slowly laid down the bouquet of wild roses he’d been holding on the light grey, marble tombstone before him. His sky blue eyes turned into watery puddles as he slowly, carefully, used the thumb of his left hand to gently trace the contours of the carved into the stone name of she who rested here.
“Minerva Caitriona McGonagall.”
His voice didn’t even tremble as he pronounced those words- the words which he, because of his increasingly bad eyesight, could only read with his fingers now. But as long as his old tongue could still form those three words, the sweetest in his world, he would be thankful. Those- and those three other words, which almost automatically flew from his mouth as the soft rose petals touched the marble.
“I love you.”
This was the daily ritual of the more than two-hundred year old man. No matter how rheumatic, how sad, how miserable he felt, not a day passed without fresh roses to adorn the grave of the only woman the ex-Headmaster had ever loved.
As he stood up again, heavily leaning on the walking stick that had been his constant companion for quite a few years, he no longer looked down upon the bare tombstone covering her grave.
All he saw was her face.
That pale, delicate face with the sharp features, with the lips that could smile so sweetly when she wanted them to- the most beautiful painting he had ever had the honour to witness, encircled by a waterfall of thick, black hair, falling down her shoulders, her back…
He closed his eyes, but the tears had already escaped and he felt them seep into the deep wrinkles which had been carving his cheeks since that one day, so long ago…
It was all his own fault, he knew.
Once he had had his chance- right after the war against the Dark Lord Grindelwald, which they had ended together.
But he had shaken his head, mature and wise as always, and stepped aside, telling her to find a husband and “start having babies”, as he had so harshly put it.
He should have known she wouldn’t leave.
And he had waited, through all the years, for a pause, for a break, for the peace that would finally allow him to throw his arms around her.
But when that peace had come, she had left.
