Post by Karlynne on May 19, 2005 4:05:53 GMT -5
Title: I Hope You Dance
Rating: 3+
Warning: You may begin to sing along as you read
Disclaimer: I own neither the characters nor the song
Minerva shook the snow off her boots and stamped her feet on the steps to rid herself of the painful throbbing of her feet. The walk from the train station in Hogsmeade to the front steps of Hogwarts had seemed longer than she remembered but when she was a student she often ran the short distance instead of plodding along at a sedate rate.
She opened the heavy oak door and took her first step into the building she hadn’t seen in fifteen years. She had left the day after the leaving feast at the end of her seventh year. It had been her favorite year of the seven she attended.
Albus Dumbledore had arrived at Hogwarts for the fall term and immediately tossed the tomes the previous Professor of Transfiguration had used and began to delight his classes with spells that astounded and amazed his students. His classes quickly became the favorite of many, but none more than Minerva McGonagall.
She had a talent for the art of Transfiguration and Professor Dumbledore pushed her harder than any other professor had done. It was his encouragement that led her to apply to the University and obtain a mastership in her favorite subject.
She remembered how she looked at nearly eighteen. Tall and gangly with pale features and shiny black hair. She wasn’t the prettiest girl in school, or the brightest, or the most talented but she was near the top in all three areas and her devotion to quidditch and her skills as chaser won over her classmates.
As the Leaving Feast ended she found she was standing directly in front of the staff table. Professor Dumbledore had twinkled at her and she smiled in return. He rose to accompany her to Gryffindor tower.
“I daresay you must be anxious to shake these castle grounds from your feet and see the world.” The walked slowly and Minerva felt a thrill when he took her elbow as they walked.
“I want to be a professor just like you, Professor Dumbledore. You’ve made learning come alive.” Her eyes danced and a blush graced her features.
“Thank you, Miss McGonagall. It brings great pleasure to hear a student so enthused about learning.”
“After University, I will come and apply for a job, only not yours as you will be needing it.”
He stopped just outside the portrait of the Fat Lady. “There’s more to teaching than what you’ll learn from books. I am approaching the century mark and find I’m still learning. Living is a learning experience that will greatly enrich your life and increase your knowledge. Everything you need to learn will not be found between two pages.”
Minerva looked at him politely and he smiled widely. She had the exuberance of youth as well as the inexperience. She would graciously agree with him without understanding.
He took the quill from the back of her head and watched as her hair tumbled around her shoulders. He expertly transfigured it into a small lute and began to strum a few chords. He sang softly:
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)
“Thank you, Professor. You’ll see. I’ll be back and I’ll teach.” She took his hand and gave it a small, soft shake and gave the password to the tower. She entered and headed up the stairs to her dorm room to finish packing. Tomorrow began the first day of her future.
Minerva glanced up as footsteps approached from above. Albus Dumbledore was still an imposing figure. He was tall and his auburn hair was salted with a little gray and it was longer than she remembered.
“Miss McGonagall, welcome to Hogwarts.” He reached her and shook her hand warmly.
“Thank you, it’s good to return. I told you I would.”
“I must say your resume was impressive. What have you done with yourself during the past dozen odd years?” His eyes twinkled merrily.
“I learned to dance.”
The End
Rating: 3+
Warning: You may begin to sing along as you read
Disclaimer: I own neither the characters nor the song
Minerva shook the snow off her boots and stamped her feet on the steps to rid herself of the painful throbbing of her feet. The walk from the train station in Hogsmeade to the front steps of Hogwarts had seemed longer than she remembered but when she was a student she often ran the short distance instead of plodding along at a sedate rate.
She opened the heavy oak door and took her first step into the building she hadn’t seen in fifteen years. She had left the day after the leaving feast at the end of her seventh year. It had been her favorite year of the seven she attended.
Albus Dumbledore had arrived at Hogwarts for the fall term and immediately tossed the tomes the previous Professor of Transfiguration had used and began to delight his classes with spells that astounded and amazed his students. His classes quickly became the favorite of many, but none more than Minerva McGonagall.
She had a talent for the art of Transfiguration and Professor Dumbledore pushed her harder than any other professor had done. It was his encouragement that led her to apply to the University and obtain a mastership in her favorite subject.
She remembered how she looked at nearly eighteen. Tall and gangly with pale features and shiny black hair. She wasn’t the prettiest girl in school, or the brightest, or the most talented but she was near the top in all three areas and her devotion to quidditch and her skills as chaser won over her classmates.
As the Leaving Feast ended she found she was standing directly in front of the staff table. Professor Dumbledore had twinkled at her and she smiled in return. He rose to accompany her to Gryffindor tower.
“I daresay you must be anxious to shake these castle grounds from your feet and see the world.” The walked slowly and Minerva felt a thrill when he took her elbow as they walked.
“I want to be a professor just like you, Professor Dumbledore. You’ve made learning come alive.” Her eyes danced and a blush graced her features.
“Thank you, Miss McGonagall. It brings great pleasure to hear a student so enthused about learning.”
“After University, I will come and apply for a job, only not yours as you will be needing it.”
He stopped just outside the portrait of the Fat Lady. “There’s more to teaching than what you’ll learn from books. I am approaching the century mark and find I’m still learning. Living is a learning experience that will greatly enrich your life and increase your knowledge. Everything you need to learn will not be found between two pages.”
Minerva looked at him politely and he smiled widely. She had the exuberance of youth as well as the inexperience. She would graciously agree with him without understanding.
He took the quill from the back of her head and watched as her hair tumbled around her shoulders. He expertly transfigured it into a small lute and began to strum a few chords. He sang softly:
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)
“Thank you, Professor. You’ll see. I’ll be back and I’ll teach.” She took his hand and gave it a small, soft shake and gave the password to the tower. She entered and headed up the stairs to her dorm room to finish packing. Tomorrow began the first day of her future.
Minerva glanced up as footsteps approached from above. Albus Dumbledore was still an imposing figure. He was tall and his auburn hair was salted with a little gray and it was longer than she remembered.
“Miss McGonagall, welcome to Hogwarts.” He reached her and shook her hand warmly.
“Thank you, it’s good to return. I told you I would.”
“I must say your resume was impressive. What have you done with yourself during the past dozen odd years?” His eyes twinkled merrily.
“I learned to dance.”
The End
This was so sweet and I really liked that last line, just perfect.
Krys
xXx 
