Post by furandfeathers on Feb 21, 2007 15:04:49 GMT -5
Title: Send Her My Love
Grindlewald era, no student/teacher relationship though.
Rating: K+ probably, for mentions of war.
A/N: This was bugging me so I had to write it. I don’t own anything, the characters of course belong to J.K. Rowling, and the song belongs to Journey. *L
It’s been so long
Since I’ve seen her face
I still recall
A sad café
How it hurt so bad
To see her cry
I didn’t want to say goodbye
It had been three months since he’d left his beloved school to go and fight in the war. He knew he wouldn’t be coming back until it was over now, if he even came back at all. Alastor had been fighting alongside him the entire time, but he was severely wounded now, and they were sending him back to England to recuperate until he could be of some use again.
Albus was rushing to see Alastor before he left. He had an important message to deliver, to the woman he’d left behind. He could see her clear as day in his mind’s eye, with her flowing black hair and piercing green eyes. He also saw the image of her the day he’d come to say goodbye. He’d taken her to a small café for lunch, and she’d known something was wrong. He hadn’t wanted to tell her until after their meal, but she had dragged it out of him, and they ended up not eating anyway.
He paused in his memories long enough to shout, “Alastor!”
Send her my love
Memories remain
Send her my love
Roses never fade
Send her my love
“Alastor, wait!” He called again, running up to him, skidding to a stop just before he ran into the stretcher that was carrying his injured friend. “Alastor, you have to tell her something for me.”
“Tell who? Albus what…?” Alastor was confused.
“Minerva,” Albus panted. “You have to tell her…tell her I love her.”
Alastor looked at his friend in shock. “You mean it?”
“Yes, Alastor, please. Promise me you’ll tell her.” His friend nodded in confirmation.
The same hotel, the same old room
Im on the road again
She needed so much more
Than I could give
We knew our love could not pretend
Broken hearts can always mend
Albus paced his hotel room. It was the same as the all the others he’d been in throughout this war. He was sick of them, the small, cramped rooms that were not his own. He wanted to quit the war, to return to Minerva, and run away with her.
But he knew that no matter where they went, they would feel the war. It would follow them, shrouding their happiness in a dark cloud. He had to continue fighting, he had to win, if only for her. He prayed Alastor relayed his message.
Send her my love
Memories remain
Send her my love
Roses never fade
Send her my love
Three weeks later, Albus Dumbledore cast the final spell of the war. The one that brought down the dark wizard Grindlewald, permenantly. He had received no word back from Minerva, and he wondered if Alastor had kept his promise and passed on his message to her.
Alastor was his best friend, and he always kept his word. Next, Albus began to wonder if she still loved him. His last thought before he collapsed, was that he had murdered for peace. He had murdered for them.
Calling out her name I’m dreamin’
Reflections of a face I’m seein’
It’s her voice that keeps on haunting me
He tossed and turned, feverish in his hospital bed. They had transported him to England where he fell sick, the weeks in the cold damp forests of Germany and Austria had taken their toll on him. He would dream, of the days before the war, the picnics by the lake, the long walks through the forest.
Send her my love
There were times he would wake, half-conscious, his vision blurred, and he would hear her. And there were times he thought he saw her, and once he swore he felt her holding his hand. Somewhere, lost in his irrational brain, his sensible side chalked these experiences up to illusions, figments created by his fever.
Memories remain
At last, he was well again. Albus woke one evening, and for the first time, he could clearly see the sunset out the window. He could see Alastor sitting in a chair beside his bed. He was glad to see his friend, but now he knew for sure. She hadn’t been real.
Alastor was filling him in on the aftermath of the war when the door swung open. She stood, framed in the doorway, looking exactly has he remembered. Her long dark hair was pulled back in a braid, and her green eyes sparkled with unshed tears.
Roses never fade
There was no mistaking the love in her eyes as she flew across the room, launching herself onto his bed, and into his arms. Her tears overflowed as he held her tightly.
She pulled back after a few moments. “I waited,” she said. “Alastor gave me your message, and I wanted to tell you that I would always be here, but my lazy owl wouldn’t go all the way to Germany.”
Send her my love
Grindlewald era, no student/teacher relationship though.
Rating: K+ probably, for mentions of war.
Send Her My Love
A/N: This was bugging me so I had to write it. I don’t own anything, the characters of course belong to J.K. Rowling, and the song belongs to Journey. *L
It’s been so long
Since I’ve seen her face
I still recall
A sad café
How it hurt so bad
To see her cry
I didn’t want to say goodbye
It had been three months since he’d left his beloved school to go and fight in the war. He knew he wouldn’t be coming back until it was over now, if he even came back at all. Alastor had been fighting alongside him the entire time, but he was severely wounded now, and they were sending him back to England to recuperate until he could be of some use again.
Albus was rushing to see Alastor before he left. He had an important message to deliver, to the woman he’d left behind. He could see her clear as day in his mind’s eye, with her flowing black hair and piercing green eyes. He also saw the image of her the day he’d come to say goodbye. He’d taken her to a small café for lunch, and she’d known something was wrong. He hadn’t wanted to tell her until after their meal, but she had dragged it out of him, and they ended up not eating anyway.
He paused in his memories long enough to shout, “Alastor!”
Send her my love
Memories remain
Send her my love
Roses never fade
Send her my love
“Alastor, wait!” He called again, running up to him, skidding to a stop just before he ran into the stretcher that was carrying his injured friend. “Alastor, you have to tell her something for me.”
“Tell who? Albus what…?” Alastor was confused.
“Minerva,” Albus panted. “You have to tell her…tell her I love her.”
Alastor looked at his friend in shock. “You mean it?”
“Yes, Alastor, please. Promise me you’ll tell her.” His friend nodded in confirmation.
The same hotel, the same old room
Im on the road again
She needed so much more
Than I could give
We knew our love could not pretend
Broken hearts can always mend
Albus paced his hotel room. It was the same as the all the others he’d been in throughout this war. He was sick of them, the small, cramped rooms that were not his own. He wanted to quit the war, to return to Minerva, and run away with her.
But he knew that no matter where they went, they would feel the war. It would follow them, shrouding their happiness in a dark cloud. He had to continue fighting, he had to win, if only for her. He prayed Alastor relayed his message.
Send her my love
Memories remain
Send her my love
Roses never fade
Send her my love
Three weeks later, Albus Dumbledore cast the final spell of the war. The one that brought down the dark wizard Grindlewald, permenantly. He had received no word back from Minerva, and he wondered if Alastor had kept his promise and passed on his message to her.
Alastor was his best friend, and he always kept his word. Next, Albus began to wonder if she still loved him. His last thought before he collapsed, was that he had murdered for peace. He had murdered for them.
Calling out her name I’m dreamin’
Reflections of a face I’m seein’
It’s her voice that keeps on haunting me
He tossed and turned, feverish in his hospital bed. They had transported him to England where he fell sick, the weeks in the cold damp forests of Germany and Austria had taken their toll on him. He would dream, of the days before the war, the picnics by the lake, the long walks through the forest.
Send her my love
There were times he would wake, half-conscious, his vision blurred, and he would hear her. And there were times he thought he saw her, and once he swore he felt her holding his hand. Somewhere, lost in his irrational brain, his sensible side chalked these experiences up to illusions, figments created by his fever.
Memories remain
At last, he was well again. Albus woke one evening, and for the first time, he could clearly see the sunset out the window. He could see Alastor sitting in a chair beside his bed. He was glad to see his friend, but now he knew for sure. She hadn’t been real.
Alastor was filling him in on the aftermath of the war when the door swung open. She stood, framed in the doorway, looking exactly has he remembered. Her long dark hair was pulled back in a braid, and her green eyes sparkled with unshed tears.
Roses never fade
There was no mistaking the love in her eyes as she flew across the room, launching herself onto his bed, and into his arms. Her tears overflowed as he held her tightly.
She pulled back after a few moments. “I waited,” she said. “Alastor gave me your message, and I wanted to tell you that I would always be here, but my lazy owl wouldn’t go all the way to Germany.”
Send her my love
