Post by Dewey on Sept 19, 2004 12:12:46 GMT -5
99 Red Balloons
By: Strawberry Blonde Chick
Kay, sorry the promised fics aren’t up, this is just something to get my mind off of them. This is my first song fic. It’s based in the Grindelwald/WWII era.
Disclaimer: It’s my sorrow to say that Albus, Minerva, and all related characters are copyright of one J.K. Rowling. The song is borrowed from Goldfinger; no idea who’s it was originally.
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You and I in a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got.
Set them free at the break of dawn
'til one by one, they were gone.
Back at base, bugs in the software
Flash the message, "something's out there"
Floating in the summer sky.
99 red balloons go by.
As we walked into the old stone building of a toy shop somewhere in a small German town, I recollected as to how we ended up here.
A sly one, you are. Messing with a man’s heart to get what you want from him. Not that I didn’t enjoy it- quite the contrary. It would be lying if I said I didn’t.
But now- now, I realize how much a fool I would’ve been not let you come. Through the bombing and the gunsmoke, you’ve been an asset. Together we became the plan at hand. An absolute distraction.
We found, from sleuthing, that the Nazis had planned a surprise attack at the brink of dawn on Allied forces. Normally, if trouble doesn’t come their way, they don’t go into the center and pick a fight, but the Allied troops were killing many of their men. Something had to be done.
If only the Allied troops knew of the attack they could fight back promptly. No- I told myself- the superiors would be suspicious as to where the informants got their information. I hope this works-
I took what money we had from a pocket of my tattered jeans and put it and the small paper bag on the counter. The old, gray bearded man behind the wooden counter took the money and handed back our package.
"Let’s hope this works," whispered a low feminine voice from beside me. I only nodded and preceded to open the package in my grasp. Rather a large package- I reminded myself- for it had to be, in order to be seen by the right people.
As the staples were coming from, I let all of my worries overtake me. Memories of the past few weeks flooded my mind and I paused to reminisce in a few of them- a smile played at my lips- all of them included the vibrate young woman standing to the side me.
Coming out from my trance, just by a tenth of a second, I turned to see the coy smile of one Minerva McGonagall, Miss by-the-rules. But not now. Not this time. Not by the rules anymore. Or was she ever? Was it just a facade? By chance, something she so cleverly built up?
"What are you thinking, Minerva?" I asked concernedly.
"A lot of things, Albus. If we’ll make it back alive. When the war will end. Hitler? Grindelwald? MY GOD!. . . I’m not ready to start a family yet. I- I don’t know if I can," she replied quietly.
"I promise, we WILL make it back alive, I’ll make sure of it, and the war will be over soon, very soon. As for Hitler, Grindelwald will soon see that his plan isn’t working and will drop the Imperious curse from him."
She broke out into tears. I’d never seen her cry. Since her Hogwarts days, I’d known her, and not once had she ever cried. So much pent up emotion and not once had she cried during our journey. Why now? Why, when we were about to make a possible breakthrough? She should have felt anxiety about now, maybe even excitement. But the furthest thing from my mind was sadness.
I decided to question her sorrow but couldn’t put the question into words due to the irascible feeling in my throat. I did the only thing I could think of. I unknowingly dropped the half-opened bag and moved toward her, gathering her small tattered form in my arms. She stiffened and moved steps away from me.
"Minerva?" I asked, taking a step toward her.
She, in turn, took a step back before setting herself upon the unused dirt road and coiling into a ball; hugging her knees half for stability, the other half for need to cling to something.
"Minerva?" I began, this time taking a different approach. "What’s wrong?"
A muffled sound came from around the area where her mouth was. "I. . . You- We. I- can’t. You. . . won’t. YOU’LL BE GONE EVEN IF WE DO MAKE IT BACK HOME!" she stifled an outburst of tears and trudged on. "I can’t do this. I won’ t do this! I have to leave. You can stay and rid the world of darkness all on your own. You’ll just leave if we make it back alive, anyhow! You wouldn’t stay.
"This was just a fling! Nothing more or less to you. Stop kidding yourself. You only wanted me to come to watch your own fucking back. That’s it!"
"Minerva!"
"You’d NEVER be there if I asked it of you. You’d be gallivanting after dark lords or at the ministry helping out that idiot man Fudge. Taking risk after risk. Putting your life on the line. . . AND FOR WHAT? A lousy slap on the back and more owls from Fudge asking for your counseling on what color robe to wear the next day?
"If we did pursue a relationship, it’d be empty and meaningless. No importance to superheroes. No- NO! I need you."
"Minerva, what are you trying to say?" I asked as calmly as I could, due to the suffering amount of tension.
"I think I’m pregnant," she muttered quietly; but I heard her nonetheless.
"You- You," I started.
My lack of words seemed to be taken the wrong way and a fresh leak of tears rolled down her cheeks. "I knew it. I knew from the start that it was a mistake to start a relationship with someone like yourself. Put your career before everything else. The entire world’s happiness before you and your own friends’.
"I’ll just leave. You can handle the rest on your own. I should’ve left a long time ago. I shouldn’t have come in the first place. I-"
"Minerva," I interrupted. "I do want to pursue a relationship with you and I will. No matter what comes up, you come before everything else."
Silence. "You say that now; but do you mean it?" she asked, looking up at me.
"I do," I answered.
She slowly made her way over to me and threw her arms around my neck. "Promise?" she whispered in my ear. The animosity of it all hit me instantaneously, just as the zephyr against a tearstained face.
"Promise," I confirmed, equally as quiet. I cupped her face in my hands and brought my lips down to her own. We took our time. Memory. Storing the memory of this moment in our minds forever. . . . .
A mass of red balloons enveloped the breaking dawn above us. Drifting away. Away from the safety of their package, onto a more dangerous path. A path of resistance. Of struggle. Of pain.
For the most part, our plan had worked. The balloons were spotted by Allies and the Germans soon after. Telegraphs were sent world wide. From a concentration camp nearby to a carefully shaded base, the message failure was sent.
By: Strawberry Blonde Chick
Kay, sorry the promised fics aren’t up, this is just something to get my mind off of them. This is my first song fic. It’s based in the Grindelwald/WWII era.
Disclaimer: It’s my sorrow to say that Albus, Minerva, and all related characters are copyright of one J.K. Rowling. The song is borrowed from Goldfinger; no idea who’s it was originally.
----->----->----->----->----->>>>><<<<<-----<-----<-----<-----<-----
You and I in a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got.
Set them free at the break of dawn
'til one by one, they were gone.
Back at base, bugs in the software
Flash the message, "something's out there"
Floating in the summer sky.
99 red balloons go by.
As we walked into the old stone building of a toy shop somewhere in a small German town, I recollected as to how we ended up here.
A sly one, you are. Messing with a man’s heart to get what you want from him. Not that I didn’t enjoy it- quite the contrary. It would be lying if I said I didn’t.
But now- now, I realize how much a fool I would’ve been not let you come. Through the bombing and the gunsmoke, you’ve been an asset. Together we became the plan at hand. An absolute distraction.
We found, from sleuthing, that the Nazis had planned a surprise attack at the brink of dawn on Allied forces. Normally, if trouble doesn’t come their way, they don’t go into the center and pick a fight, but the Allied troops were killing many of their men. Something had to be done.
If only the Allied troops knew of the attack they could fight back promptly. No- I told myself- the superiors would be suspicious as to where the informants got their information. I hope this works-
I took what money we had from a pocket of my tattered jeans and put it and the small paper bag on the counter. The old, gray bearded man behind the wooden counter took the money and handed back our package.
"Let’s hope this works," whispered a low feminine voice from beside me. I only nodded and preceded to open the package in my grasp. Rather a large package- I reminded myself- for it had to be, in order to be seen by the right people.
As the staples were coming from, I let all of my worries overtake me. Memories of the past few weeks flooded my mind and I paused to reminisce in a few of them- a smile played at my lips- all of them included the vibrate young woman standing to the side me.
Coming out from my trance, just by a tenth of a second, I turned to see the coy smile of one Minerva McGonagall, Miss by-the-rules. But not now. Not this time. Not by the rules anymore. Or was she ever? Was it just a facade? By chance, something she so cleverly built up?
"What are you thinking, Minerva?" I asked concernedly.
"A lot of things, Albus. If we’ll make it back alive. When the war will end. Hitler? Grindelwald? MY GOD!. . . I’m not ready to start a family yet. I- I don’t know if I can," she replied quietly.
"I promise, we WILL make it back alive, I’ll make sure of it, and the war will be over soon, very soon. As for Hitler, Grindelwald will soon see that his plan isn’t working and will drop the Imperious curse from him."
She broke out into tears. I’d never seen her cry. Since her Hogwarts days, I’d known her, and not once had she ever cried. So much pent up emotion and not once had she cried during our journey. Why now? Why, when we were about to make a possible breakthrough? She should have felt anxiety about now, maybe even excitement. But the furthest thing from my mind was sadness.
I decided to question her sorrow but couldn’t put the question into words due to the irascible feeling in my throat. I did the only thing I could think of. I unknowingly dropped the half-opened bag and moved toward her, gathering her small tattered form in my arms. She stiffened and moved steps away from me.
"Minerva?" I asked, taking a step toward her.
She, in turn, took a step back before setting herself upon the unused dirt road and coiling into a ball; hugging her knees half for stability, the other half for need to cling to something.
"Minerva?" I began, this time taking a different approach. "What’s wrong?"
A muffled sound came from around the area where her mouth was. "I. . . You- We. I- can’t. You. . . won’t. YOU’LL BE GONE EVEN IF WE DO MAKE IT BACK HOME!" she stifled an outburst of tears and trudged on. "I can’t do this. I won’ t do this! I have to leave. You can stay and rid the world of darkness all on your own. You’ll just leave if we make it back alive, anyhow! You wouldn’t stay.
"This was just a fling! Nothing more or less to you. Stop kidding yourself. You only wanted me to come to watch your own fucking back. That’s it!"
"Minerva!"
"You’d NEVER be there if I asked it of you. You’d be gallivanting after dark lords or at the ministry helping out that idiot man Fudge. Taking risk after risk. Putting your life on the line. . . AND FOR WHAT? A lousy slap on the back and more owls from Fudge asking for your counseling on what color robe to wear the next day?
"If we did pursue a relationship, it’d be empty and meaningless. No importance to superheroes. No- NO! I need you."
"Minerva, what are you trying to say?" I asked as calmly as I could, due to the suffering amount of tension.
"I think I’m pregnant," she muttered quietly; but I heard her nonetheless.
"You- You," I started.
My lack of words seemed to be taken the wrong way and a fresh leak of tears rolled down her cheeks. "I knew it. I knew from the start that it was a mistake to start a relationship with someone like yourself. Put your career before everything else. The entire world’s happiness before you and your own friends’.
"I’ll just leave. You can handle the rest on your own. I should’ve left a long time ago. I shouldn’t have come in the first place. I-"
"Minerva," I interrupted. "I do want to pursue a relationship with you and I will. No matter what comes up, you come before everything else."
Silence. "You say that now; but do you mean it?" she asked, looking up at me.
"I do," I answered.
She slowly made her way over to me and threw her arms around my neck. "Promise?" she whispered in my ear. The animosity of it all hit me instantaneously, just as the zephyr against a tearstained face.
"Promise," I confirmed, equally as quiet. I cupped her face in my hands and brought my lips down to her own. We took our time. Memory. Storing the memory of this moment in our minds forever. . . . .
A mass of red balloons enveloped the breaking dawn above us. Drifting away. Away from the safety of their package, onto a more dangerous path. A path of resistance. Of struggle. Of pain.
For the most part, our plan had worked. The balloons were spotted by Allies and the Germans soon after. Telegraphs were sent world wide. From a concentration camp nearby to a carefully shaded base, the message failure was sent.
. They are so cute, and hey Min, of course he loves you, duh 
;D! Great work!
