Post by minimin on Dec 7, 2006 13:41:25 GMT -5
,This is my first fanfic so please be gentle. Although constructive criticism is most welcomed. The song is Wires by Athlete.....and no I am not JK Rowling. Please don't sue me Jo.
This is set just after Minerva is hit by the stunners. I wasn't sure how to depict St Mungos so I just made it like a regular hospital. I have been spending a bit of time in one recently with a sick relative so i've had some experience. I hope you like it.
You got wires, going in.
You got wires, coming out of your skin.
You got tears, making tracks.
I got tears, that are scared of the facts
Albus Dumbledore stood in the doorway of the stark white walled cubicle, the cloying smell of antiseptic burning his nostrils. The intensive care ward at St Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries was quiet due to the lateness of the hour. He moved closer to the frail body on the bed before him and knelt down.
Minerva McGonagall lay unmoving on the thin hospital bed covered with a crisp white sheet. Her once raven hair, now threaded with grey spread over the soft pillow. If it was at all possible her ivory skin seemed paler, almost translucent. His bright blue eyes, now minus their usual twinkle, brimmed with unshead tears as he surveyed her delicate frame.
Thick wires were attached by electrodes to her finger and chest. Thinner wires entered her body in the crook of her arm and at the slender curve of her neck. His mind wandered back to a stolen moment a few weeks before when his lips had kissed and sucked that same sensitive patch of flesh.
"My Minerva" he wispered.
She had been his Minerva for nigh on thirty years now, albeit in secret. He felt a sudden flash of anger as he cast his mind back to the scene a few hours earlier.
Running down corridors through automatic doors.
Got to get to you, Got to see this through.
I see hope is here, In a plastic box.
I see christmas lights, reflect in your eyes.
Alastor had physically restrained him to prevent him from running out of Grimmauld Place directly to St Mungos to be with her.
"four stunners to the chest, at her age" Alastor had told him.
Poppys words rang in his head as if she were standing beside him. The seconds, minutes, hours waiting Albus had paced, his mind numb, until Remus had returned to tell him the Ministry officials had left her.
He had apparated to St Mungos and in his haste to see his beloved wife had almost forgotten to utter the invisibility charm. Once inside he broke into a run and raced down the corridors, the doors opening in front of him. Albus had silently thanked Merlin that the charm also muffled his footsteps as he passed overworked Healers and anxious relatives. He had screamed in his mind.
"My dear Minerva, I'll get to you, I'm coming my love."
And now here he was, Kneeling beside the broken body of his wife. Four angry welts visible on her chest over the top of the ill fitting cotton gown. He cringed as he imagined the red beams of light colliding with her soft flesh and his heart broke to think of the damage they had inflicted that he could not see.
On the wall behind the bed hung a square plastic box, it's screen twinkling. The letters and numbers on the screen gave him hope. It reminded him of the multicoloured lights that she threaded around the christmas tree each year, humouring his delight in all things muggle. They would sit beside the tree and he would hold her in his arms, watching the lights reflect in her eyes.......how he longed to hold her in his arms now.
You got wires, Going in.
You got wires, Coming out of your skin.
There's dried blood, On your wrist.
You draw blood, On my fingertips.
He took her small hand in his larger calloused one and gazed at it. There was another wire entering the soft skin of her inner wrist. He noticed dried blood on it, presumably from when it had been inserted. His fingers traced lazy pattens over the skin and down onto her palm. He stared intently at her face hoping for a reaction, a sign that she knew he was there.....There was none. With a sigh he stroked the perfectly manicured fingers and let them rest atop his own. Content for now just to maintain this minimal contact with his wife.
He couldn't say how long he had knelt there. It could have been seconds, it could have been hours. All that mattered was that he was with her. Suddenly the slender fingers laying on top of his clenched and grasped tightly. He felt the nails bite into him and pierce the flesh, drawing blood.
"Minerva" he gasped.
I see it in your eyes. I see it in your eyes.
You'll be alright.
I see it in your eyes. I see it in your eyes.
You'll be alright................alright.
Her eyes fluttered open and she gazed at him. He felt them bore into his soul as he held her gaze, he knew she could see him. When she gave a weary smile Albus allowed the tears to be released and made no attempt to stem the flow. He continued to stare at her trying to convey over thirty years of love and devotion and searching her eyes for the answer to his question. Then he saw it.....just a glimpse. For one fleeting moment there it was, her stubbornness, her steely determination, her firey Scottish temper, her love for him. He felt elated.
A sudden light from the window alerted him to the rising sun, he knew he must leave to avoid detection. Slowly he rose to his feet and looked down to his wife. She smiled again and nodded almost imperceptably. Backing to the door Albus pressed two fingers to his lips, he could taste the coppery blood caused by her fingernails minutes earlier. Holding her gaze once more he held the fingers out towards her. Slowly he saw her move her arm and pressed two fingers to her lips as well. With what Albus felt sure was a supreme effort she then held her fingers towards him too. With tears spilling down his face once more Albus turned and ran.
Looking at you now, you would never know.
Albus stood in the doorway and watched his beloved wife as she wound the muggle christmas lights around the tall Douglas fir tree in the corner of their sitting room. He heard her utter an incantation and the multicoloured lights began to twinkle. Before she could become aware of his presence he moved toward her and wrapped his arms around her slim waist, pulling her down on top of him, into the large overstuffed armchair. He traced her face with two fingers and was pleased to see that her eyes shone with laughter and delight.
They sat together for hours Albus holding her in his arms. Watching as the twinkle of the christmas lights reflecting in her eyes.
This is set just after Minerva is hit by the stunners. I wasn't sure how to depict St Mungos so I just made it like a regular hospital. I have been spending a bit of time in one recently with a sick relative so i've had some experience. I hope you like it.
You got wires, going in.
You got wires, coming out of your skin.
You got tears, making tracks.
I got tears, that are scared of the facts
Albus Dumbledore stood in the doorway of the stark white walled cubicle, the cloying smell of antiseptic burning his nostrils. The intensive care ward at St Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries was quiet due to the lateness of the hour. He moved closer to the frail body on the bed before him and knelt down.
Minerva McGonagall lay unmoving on the thin hospital bed covered with a crisp white sheet. Her once raven hair, now threaded with grey spread over the soft pillow. If it was at all possible her ivory skin seemed paler, almost translucent. His bright blue eyes, now minus their usual twinkle, brimmed with unshead tears as he surveyed her delicate frame.
Thick wires were attached by electrodes to her finger and chest. Thinner wires entered her body in the crook of her arm and at the slender curve of her neck. His mind wandered back to a stolen moment a few weeks before when his lips had kissed and sucked that same sensitive patch of flesh.
"My Minerva" he wispered.
She had been his Minerva for nigh on thirty years now, albeit in secret. He felt a sudden flash of anger as he cast his mind back to the scene a few hours earlier.
Running down corridors through automatic doors.
Got to get to you, Got to see this through.
I see hope is here, In a plastic box.
I see christmas lights, reflect in your eyes.
Alastor had physically restrained him to prevent him from running out of Grimmauld Place directly to St Mungos to be with her.
"four stunners to the chest, at her age" Alastor had told him.
Poppys words rang in his head as if she were standing beside him. The seconds, minutes, hours waiting Albus had paced, his mind numb, until Remus had returned to tell him the Ministry officials had left her.
He had apparated to St Mungos and in his haste to see his beloved wife had almost forgotten to utter the invisibility charm. Once inside he broke into a run and raced down the corridors, the doors opening in front of him. Albus had silently thanked Merlin that the charm also muffled his footsteps as he passed overworked Healers and anxious relatives. He had screamed in his mind.
"My dear Minerva, I'll get to you, I'm coming my love."
And now here he was, Kneeling beside the broken body of his wife. Four angry welts visible on her chest over the top of the ill fitting cotton gown. He cringed as he imagined the red beams of light colliding with her soft flesh and his heart broke to think of the damage they had inflicted that he could not see.
On the wall behind the bed hung a square plastic box, it's screen twinkling. The letters and numbers on the screen gave him hope. It reminded him of the multicoloured lights that she threaded around the christmas tree each year, humouring his delight in all things muggle. They would sit beside the tree and he would hold her in his arms, watching the lights reflect in her eyes.......how he longed to hold her in his arms now.
You got wires, Going in.
You got wires, Coming out of your skin.
There's dried blood, On your wrist.
You draw blood, On my fingertips.
He took her small hand in his larger calloused one and gazed at it. There was another wire entering the soft skin of her inner wrist. He noticed dried blood on it, presumably from when it had been inserted. His fingers traced lazy pattens over the skin and down onto her palm. He stared intently at her face hoping for a reaction, a sign that she knew he was there.....There was none. With a sigh he stroked the perfectly manicured fingers and let them rest atop his own. Content for now just to maintain this minimal contact with his wife.
He couldn't say how long he had knelt there. It could have been seconds, it could have been hours. All that mattered was that he was with her. Suddenly the slender fingers laying on top of his clenched and grasped tightly. He felt the nails bite into him and pierce the flesh, drawing blood.
"Minerva" he gasped.
I see it in your eyes. I see it in your eyes.
You'll be alright.
I see it in your eyes. I see it in your eyes.
You'll be alright................alright.
Her eyes fluttered open and she gazed at him. He felt them bore into his soul as he held her gaze, he knew she could see him. When she gave a weary smile Albus allowed the tears to be released and made no attempt to stem the flow. He continued to stare at her trying to convey over thirty years of love and devotion and searching her eyes for the answer to his question. Then he saw it.....just a glimpse. For one fleeting moment there it was, her stubbornness, her steely determination, her firey Scottish temper, her love for him. He felt elated.
A sudden light from the window alerted him to the rising sun, he knew he must leave to avoid detection. Slowly he rose to his feet and looked down to his wife. She smiled again and nodded almost imperceptably. Backing to the door Albus pressed two fingers to his lips, he could taste the coppery blood caused by her fingernails minutes earlier. Holding her gaze once more he held the fingers out towards her. Slowly he saw her move her arm and pressed two fingers to her lips as well. With what Albus felt sure was a supreme effort she then held her fingers towards him too. With tears spilling down his face once more Albus turned and ran.
Looking at you now, you would never know.
Albus stood in the doorway and watched his beloved wife as she wound the muggle christmas lights around the tall Douglas fir tree in the corner of their sitting room. He heard her utter an incantation and the multicoloured lights began to twinkle. Before she could become aware of his presence he moved toward her and wrapped his arms around her slim waist, pulling her down on top of him, into the large overstuffed armchair. He traced her face with two fingers and was pleased to see that her eyes shone with laughter and delight.
They sat together for hours Albus holding her in his arms. Watching as the twinkle of the christmas lights reflecting in her eyes.
It's really sweet, sad but sweet. I love Wires, it's a great song.
