Post by KayleeTonksLupin on Oct 21, 2004 10:21:20 GMT -5
A/N: Okay, this fic doesn't have much AD/MM interaction till the end. I dedicate it to my pal Dewey, because she inspired Dumbledore's daughter, and to Max, who I'm sure will imagine a wonderful lemon coming from the end of this story and is quite welcome to write it. I'm changing a few of the words but this song is by Buddy Jewell and is one of my all-time faves. (Don't ask why they were in Bristol, it was the only place I could think of that sort-of rhymed with the original word, "Monroe." Anyway...)
*The moment was
Custom-made to order,
I was flying with my daughter
On our way back from Bristol.
And like children do,
She started playing Twenty Questions.
I never would have guessed one
Would touch me to my soul...*
Albus and Dewey Dumbledore sat astride a thestral, Dewey giggling about the "invisibleness" of the "horsie" underneath her and chattering away. She pestered her father with questions, the usual ones kids ask, like "Are we home yet?" or "When will we see Mummy?" But she fell silent after a while, in pensive thought, and suddenly she asked...
*Chorus: She said,
"Daddy, when we get to heaven,
Can I taste the Milky Way?
Are we going there to visit,
Or are we going there to stay?
Am I gonna see my Grandpa?
Can I have a pair of wings?
And do you think that God could use one more angel
To help pour out the rain?*
Albus Dumbledore was stunned. These were not Dewey's usual three-year-old questions, the sort that could be explained simply, or waved off with a "Wait until you're older, Kitten," or "Tabby, will you talk to Dewey about this?" No. This required serious thought. He remained silent the rest of the way home, thinking hard.
*Well, I won't lie, I pulled that car right over
And as I sat there on the shoulder
Tryin' to dry my misty eyes
I whispered "Lord, I want to thank you for my children.
For your innocence that fills them
Often takes me by surprise. Like...*
*chorus repeats*
*Well, I thought about it later,
and a smile came to my face.
When I tucked her into bed,
I got down on my knees and prayed,
"Lord, when I get to heaven,
can I taste the Milky Way?
I don't want to come to visit,
for I'm coming home to stay.
I can't wait to see my family,
and meet Jesus face to face...
And do you think that you could use
Two more angels to help pour out the rain?
Can I help pour out the rain?*
Albus Dumbledore guided the thestral down in front of Dumbledore Manor. Dewey was yawning and the sky was darkening. It was time for Dewey to go to bed, definitely. He carried her up to her room, and pressed a kiss to her forehead as she drifted off to sleep. "Good night, Kitten." He sat there for hours, wondering. He didn't know the answers to his daughter's questions. He was still sitting there when his wife, Minerva, walked in.
"Albus, you're home! I've been wondering where you were!" she exclaimed, indignant that he didn't come to her first. Albus put a finger over his lips and nodded in Dewey's direction. "She's asleep," he murmured. "Don't wake her." Minerva nodded, and Albus rose to his feet. He kissed Minerva and the two headed off for their own bedroom, but they didn't fall asleep right away. They were much too busy.
*The moment was
Custom-made to order,
I was flying with my daughter
On our way back from Bristol.
And like children do,
She started playing Twenty Questions.
I never would have guessed one
Would touch me to my soul...*
Albus and Dewey Dumbledore sat astride a thestral, Dewey giggling about the "invisibleness" of the "horsie" underneath her and chattering away. She pestered her father with questions, the usual ones kids ask, like "Are we home yet?" or "When will we see Mummy?" But she fell silent after a while, in pensive thought, and suddenly she asked...
*Chorus: She said,
"Daddy, when we get to heaven,
Can I taste the Milky Way?
Are we going there to visit,
Or are we going there to stay?
Am I gonna see my Grandpa?
Can I have a pair of wings?
And do you think that God could use one more angel
To help pour out the rain?*
Albus Dumbledore was stunned. These were not Dewey's usual three-year-old questions, the sort that could be explained simply, or waved off with a "Wait until you're older, Kitten," or "Tabby, will you talk to Dewey about this?" No. This required serious thought. He remained silent the rest of the way home, thinking hard.
*Well, I won't lie, I pulled that car right over
And as I sat there on the shoulder
Tryin' to dry my misty eyes
I whispered "Lord, I want to thank you for my children.
For your innocence that fills them
Often takes me by surprise. Like...*
*chorus repeats*
*Well, I thought about it later,
and a smile came to my face.
When I tucked her into bed,
I got down on my knees and prayed,
"Lord, when I get to heaven,
can I taste the Milky Way?
I don't want to come to visit,
for I'm coming home to stay.
I can't wait to see my family,
and meet Jesus face to face...
And do you think that you could use
Two more angels to help pour out the rain?
Can I help pour out the rain?*
Albus Dumbledore guided the thestral down in front of Dumbledore Manor. Dewey was yawning and the sky was darkening. It was time for Dewey to go to bed, definitely. He carried her up to her room, and pressed a kiss to her forehead as she drifted off to sleep. "Good night, Kitten." He sat there for hours, wondering. He didn't know the answers to his daughter's questions. He was still sitting there when his wife, Minerva, walked in.
"Albus, you're home! I've been wondering where you were!" she exclaimed, indignant that he didn't come to her first. Albus put a finger over his lips and nodded in Dewey's direction. "She's asleep," he murmured. "Don't wake her." Minerva nodded, and Albus rose to his feet. He kissed Minerva and the two headed off for their own bedroom, but they didn't fall asleep right away. They were much too busy.
, heehee! Great!