Post by eleonore on Dec 10, 2004 8:30:01 GMT -5
The song is by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young - it's very beautiful and I thought I'd give a songfic a try!
Suite: Judy Blue Eyes
Albus Dumbledore was a mess. What had started out as just plain affection had turned into an all-consuming, endless, undieing love and all he wanted to do was be with her, touch her, kiss her and, truth be told, bed her. If he was with her in the same space for longer than ten seconds, his hands started trembling, his heart racing and his mind to become goo instead of his usual brilliance. He suffered if he didn’t see her and he suffered when he did. Being the Greatest Wizard of All Time has its advantages, but it doesn’t change who you are on the inside. And Albus Dumbledore was, deep inside, a very shy person. Or not really shy, but hesitant at times. Like he was with this now. Being in love is a strange feeling. Part of you wants to laugh, dance, sing and do silly things. The other part of you wants to hide, throw up and stop eating altogether. But the longer he walked around with this great secret, the heavier it weighed on him. The night before he had heard the most amazing song on his Muggle radio. A song that was so true and it had made him come to realise there was only one thing for him to do. He stood up from his seat, stepped away from his desk and took the parchment with the text with him on his way to do what he should have done so long before. On his way he read it again:
It's getting to the point where I am no fun anymore, I am sorry.
Sometimes it hurts so badly I must cry out loud, 'I am lonely.'
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are, you make it hard.
Remember what we've said, and done and felt about each other, oh babe, have mercy.
Don't let the past, remind us of what we are not now, I am not dreaming.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are, you make it hard.
Tearing yourself away from me now, you are free and I am crying.
This does not mean I don't love you, I do, that's forever, yes, and for always.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are, you make it hard.
Something inside is telling me that I've got your secret. Are you still listening?
Fear is the lock and laughter the key to your heart and I love you.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are
And you make it hard, and you make it hard, and you make it hard, and you make it hard.
Friday evening, Sunday in the afternoon, what have you got to lose?
Tuesday morning, please be gone, I'm tired of you what have you got to lose?
Can I tell it like it is, listen to me baby-
It's my heart that's a suffering, it a-dying and that's what I have to lose.
I've got an answer. I'm going to fly away, what have I got to lose?
Will you come see me Thursdays and Saturdays? What have you got to lose?
He came to a stop before her chambers and shaking like a leaf he knocked on her door. A soft voice told him to enter. Slowly he opened the door and found her on the sofa, curled up with a book. She smiled at him. His heart skipped a beat and he was lost for words for at least ten seconds. “What is it Albus? Something wrong?” she asked. He shook his head and tried to remember what he wanted to do. “I’ve got something to tell you…” his voice was not much more than a whisper. He sat down beside her. He found her so breath-taking, he had to collect himself before he could go on. “For quite some time now, I have felt very strongly about something…” “Yes Albus… Tell me.” Her slight Scottish accent, the soft tone it which she spoke… he swallowed. “Minerva, I’m in love with you.” There it was. He had blurted it out, there it was, out there, without ever the chance to take it back. Minerva smiled at him. A warm, comforting smile was returned to him. “I know.” was all she said. “You know?” Minerva took his hand, a warm, firm grip. “Of course I know. I couldn’t deny the way you look at me when I come down to breakfast. Or the way you help me in my robes when we have to go to the Ministry. I can’t miss how you sometimes blush when I suddenly meet your eye.” She was stroking his hand with a soft finger. “Why didn’t you say something?” Albus wondered, not knowing if he should be angry or laughing. “What would you have me do? Go to you and say: Hey chum, it’s cold outside and you’re just the sort of fella I like to warm my bed?” They giggled together. “And?” “What and?” Albus took her other hand in his now. “How do you feel about me?” Some incertainty oozed from his voice, but Minerva pulled away one of her hands and cupped his cheek. “I don’t even remember a time when I didn’t love you.”
When they finally stopped kissing – mainly because their jaws were getting a bit tired – Minerva read the piece of parchment. After reading the last lines she had only one thing left to say…
Chestnut brown canary, ruby throated sparrow,
Sing a song, don't be long, thrill me to the marrow.
Voices of the angels, ring around the moonlight,
Asking me, said, she so free, how can you catch the sparrow?
Lacy, lilting lyrics, losing love lamenting. Change my life, make it right, be my lady.
“Yes. Yes, I will be your lady… Forever.”
Suite: Judy Blue Eyes
Albus Dumbledore was a mess. What had started out as just plain affection had turned into an all-consuming, endless, undieing love and all he wanted to do was be with her, touch her, kiss her and, truth be told, bed her. If he was with her in the same space for longer than ten seconds, his hands started trembling, his heart racing and his mind to become goo instead of his usual brilliance. He suffered if he didn’t see her and he suffered when he did. Being the Greatest Wizard of All Time has its advantages, but it doesn’t change who you are on the inside. And Albus Dumbledore was, deep inside, a very shy person. Or not really shy, but hesitant at times. Like he was with this now. Being in love is a strange feeling. Part of you wants to laugh, dance, sing and do silly things. The other part of you wants to hide, throw up and stop eating altogether. But the longer he walked around with this great secret, the heavier it weighed on him. The night before he had heard the most amazing song on his Muggle radio. A song that was so true and it had made him come to realise there was only one thing for him to do. He stood up from his seat, stepped away from his desk and took the parchment with the text with him on his way to do what he should have done so long before. On his way he read it again:
It's getting to the point where I am no fun anymore, I am sorry.
Sometimes it hurts so badly I must cry out loud, 'I am lonely.'
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are, you make it hard.
Remember what we've said, and done and felt about each other, oh babe, have mercy.
Don't let the past, remind us of what we are not now, I am not dreaming.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are, you make it hard.
Tearing yourself away from me now, you are free and I am crying.
This does not mean I don't love you, I do, that's forever, yes, and for always.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are, you make it hard.
Something inside is telling me that I've got your secret. Are you still listening?
Fear is the lock and laughter the key to your heart and I love you.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are
And you make it hard, and you make it hard, and you make it hard, and you make it hard.
Friday evening, Sunday in the afternoon, what have you got to lose?
Tuesday morning, please be gone, I'm tired of you what have you got to lose?
Can I tell it like it is, listen to me baby-
It's my heart that's a suffering, it a-dying and that's what I have to lose.
I've got an answer. I'm going to fly away, what have I got to lose?
Will you come see me Thursdays and Saturdays? What have you got to lose?
He came to a stop before her chambers and shaking like a leaf he knocked on her door. A soft voice told him to enter. Slowly he opened the door and found her on the sofa, curled up with a book. She smiled at him. His heart skipped a beat and he was lost for words for at least ten seconds. “What is it Albus? Something wrong?” she asked. He shook his head and tried to remember what he wanted to do. “I’ve got something to tell you…” his voice was not much more than a whisper. He sat down beside her. He found her so breath-taking, he had to collect himself before he could go on. “For quite some time now, I have felt very strongly about something…” “Yes Albus… Tell me.” Her slight Scottish accent, the soft tone it which she spoke… he swallowed. “Minerva, I’m in love with you.” There it was. He had blurted it out, there it was, out there, without ever the chance to take it back. Minerva smiled at him. A warm, comforting smile was returned to him. “I know.” was all she said. “You know?” Minerva took his hand, a warm, firm grip. “Of course I know. I couldn’t deny the way you look at me when I come down to breakfast. Or the way you help me in my robes when we have to go to the Ministry. I can’t miss how you sometimes blush when I suddenly meet your eye.” She was stroking his hand with a soft finger. “Why didn’t you say something?” Albus wondered, not knowing if he should be angry or laughing. “What would you have me do? Go to you and say: Hey chum, it’s cold outside and you’re just the sort of fella I like to warm my bed?” They giggled together. “And?” “What and?” Albus took her other hand in his now. “How do you feel about me?” Some incertainty oozed from his voice, but Minerva pulled away one of her hands and cupped his cheek. “I don’t even remember a time when I didn’t love you.”
When they finally stopped kissing – mainly because their jaws were getting a bit tired – Minerva read the piece of parchment. After reading the last lines she had only one thing left to say…
Chestnut brown canary, ruby throated sparrow,
Sing a song, don't be long, thrill me to the marrow.
Voices of the angels, ring around the moonlight,
Asking me, said, she so free, how can you catch the sparrow?
Lacy, lilting lyrics, losing love lamenting. Change my life, make it right, be my lady.
“Yes. Yes, I will be your lady… Forever.”
