Post by KayleeTonksLupin on Jan 30, 2005 11:56:40 GMT -5
A/N: I keep forgetting to post who the songs belong to! Reba McEntire, everyone! Minerva is JKR's, you all know that. Warning, character death! Also, Minerva's son is mine.
*His early mornin' attitude:
You have to drag him out of bed.
Only frosted flakes will do,
He gets that from me:
Yeah, he gets that from me.*
Minerva McGonagall-Dumbledore called "A.J.! Time to get up, Laddie, come on." "All right, Minnie," he sighed sleepily. She fixed breakfast, tears in her eyes. Five years...it had been five years. A.J. was ten years old now. Surely he would get his letter next year...how could he not?
*His curly hair and his knobbly knees:
The way the sun brings those freckles out.
Talk and talk, never miss a beat,
Yeah,he gets that from me:
He gets that from me.*
Minerva's dark hair did have a slight curl to it, unless she grew it out and then tied it tightly back into a bun. She hated her curls, but thought they looked perfect on her child. *Their* child. A.J. talked on as he finished his breakfast and they began their walk over the grounds of Dumbledore Manor.
*He looks at me with those big blue eyes:
He's got me in the palm of his hands,
And I swear sometimes it's just like you're here again.
He smiles that little crooked smile:
There's no denying he's your child.
Without him I don't know what I'd do:
He gets that from you:
Oh, he gets that from you.*
Those sparkling blue eyes. Oh, Albus...A.J. had Minerva wrapped around his finger for certain. Her son. Their son...the only boy of their own flesh and blood. She loved their daughters so much...A.J. adored his older sisters, including Dewey...but he wasn't the same. He was a support to his mother for certain.
*How he loves your old guitar:
Yeah, he's taught himself to play.
He melts my heart: tells me he love me every day.
And cracks jokes at the perfect time,
Makes me laugh when I want to cry.
That boy is everything to me:
He gets that from you:
He gets that from you.*
Who knew how much he was like his father? Minerva learned more every day. A.J. chattered on as they reached the old willow at the far corner of the grounds. As they neared it, he grew quiet, sighing, and took Minerva's hand in his, squeezing it gently. His touch, so like his father's.
*Last night, I heard him pray:
Lord, help me and mama make it through.
An' tell Daddy we'll be okay:
He said he sure misses you:
He sure misses you.
He really misses you:
He gets that from me.*
Minerva held back tears as they knelt by the grave under the spreading branches. As her son embraced her...their son...Minerva's mask fell away and she was no longer the stern woman everyone thought. She shook her head, and the pins fell out of her hair, loosing her bun and her midnight hair tumbled down her back. She sobbed as she and A.J. traced the words on the headstone with their fingers. "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Loving Husband and Father, Great Wizard, And Best Friend."
"He's passed on to the next great adventure, Minnie," A.J. said softly. "He'll be waiting for us." "Oh, Albus...Oh, A.J., my little Albus..." she murmured, stroking his auburn curls.
*His early mornin' attitude:
You have to drag him out of bed.
Only frosted flakes will do,
He gets that from me:
Yeah, he gets that from me.*
Minerva McGonagall-Dumbledore called "A.J.! Time to get up, Laddie, come on." "All right, Minnie," he sighed sleepily. She fixed breakfast, tears in her eyes. Five years...it had been five years. A.J. was ten years old now. Surely he would get his letter next year...how could he not?
*His curly hair and his knobbly knees:
The way the sun brings those freckles out.
Talk and talk, never miss a beat,
Yeah,he gets that from me:
He gets that from me.*
Minerva's dark hair did have a slight curl to it, unless she grew it out and then tied it tightly back into a bun. She hated her curls, but thought they looked perfect on her child. *Their* child. A.J. talked on as he finished his breakfast and they began their walk over the grounds of Dumbledore Manor.
*He looks at me with those big blue eyes:
He's got me in the palm of his hands,
And I swear sometimes it's just like you're here again.
He smiles that little crooked smile:
There's no denying he's your child.
Without him I don't know what I'd do:
He gets that from you:
Oh, he gets that from you.*
Those sparkling blue eyes. Oh, Albus...A.J. had Minerva wrapped around his finger for certain. Her son. Their son...the only boy of their own flesh and blood. She loved their daughters so much...A.J. adored his older sisters, including Dewey...but he wasn't the same. He was a support to his mother for certain.
*How he loves your old guitar:
Yeah, he's taught himself to play.
He melts my heart: tells me he love me every day.
And cracks jokes at the perfect time,
Makes me laugh when I want to cry.
That boy is everything to me:
He gets that from you:
He gets that from you.*
Who knew how much he was like his father? Minerva learned more every day. A.J. chattered on as they reached the old willow at the far corner of the grounds. As they neared it, he grew quiet, sighing, and took Minerva's hand in his, squeezing it gently. His touch, so like his father's.
*Last night, I heard him pray:
Lord, help me and mama make it through.
An' tell Daddy we'll be okay:
He said he sure misses you:
He sure misses you.
He really misses you:
He gets that from me.*
Minerva held back tears as they knelt by the grave under the spreading branches. As her son embraced her...their son...Minerva's mask fell away and she was no longer the stern woman everyone thought. She shook her head, and the pins fell out of her hair, loosing her bun and her midnight hair tumbled down her back. She sobbed as she and A.J. traced the words on the headstone with their fingers. "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Loving Husband and Father, Great Wizard, And Best Friend."
"He's passed on to the next great adventure, Minnie," A.J. said softly. "He'll be waiting for us." "Oh, Albus...Oh, A.J., my little Albus..." she murmured, stroking his auburn curls.
