Post by laundry basket on Dec 9, 2006 20:19:40 GMT -5
Length: 671 words
Rating: PG
This was originally written for the 100 fic challenge, prompt #30, 'Death.'
Death of an Innocent
Twenty year old Minerva Dumbledore sat in a light blue rocking chair, holding her small daughter tightly in her arms. She slowly sang the French lullaby she had been sung in her childhood days-
"Mon bébé, mon chéri, je vous aime, je fais
Me permettre de compter les façons pendant que je les chante vous...
Je vous aime autant que les étoiles dans le ciel,
Et comment beaucoup fois la lune est allée par*"
She kissed her sleeping baby girl softly on the forehead and blew out the candle illuminating the nursery. Suddenly, a loud crash and the sound of heavy footsteps were heard. A gruff voice said,
"The woman should be here."
Minerva's eyes grew wide, and she quickly looked around the darkened room for her wand, and mentally slapped herself when she remembered leaving it in her bedroom. Her daughter had awoken, and was whimpering.
"Shh, shh, hon, it's alright," Minerva cooed at the girl, thinking all the while about what she could do. She knew who was here- one of Grindlewald's followers who hadn't been captured, who was here seeking revenge on Albus Dumbledore for killing his master. Albus and Minerva had planned an escape route in the unlikely event this should happen, but it wasn't unlikely anymore, it was real, and deathly frightning. It was agreed if in the nursery, she would unlock the window and climb out to safety. She couldn't apparate, there were anti-apparition charms on the entire flat, so the man here now couldn't apparate in.
Minerva rushed to the window and fumbled with the lock.
"Damn," she swore quietly when she realized they had stored the key in their bedroom when their daughter figured out how to work it, and nearly broke her neck falling out the window. So, she did the next best thing and headed for the closet, intending to hide in the corner. But someone beat her to it.
A blast of blue light hit her in the side, and she fell forward heavily, banging her head on the handle of her daughter's chest of drawers.
"Ohhh..." she moaned in pain, clutching her baby with one hand and her head with the other. A tall, dark figure advanced towards her, laughing cruelly.
"Well, well, well," he said coldly, twirling his wand in his fingers. "What have we here? Dumbledore's wife and daughter."
"Please, please, don't kill my baby! You can have me if you want, just don't kill my daughter!" she pleaded, eyes wide with fear.
"Petrificus totalus!" yelled the man, and before she had a chance to react a stream of purple light hit her on her pounding head, and she fell, completely rigid, to the floor, still holding her daughter.
The man stood towering above her, and now she was able to see his face. He had wild, matted grey hair and small, black eyes. His face was long and his body squat. He wore a black velvet cloak over plain robes, with thick black boots, and looked absolutely terrifying.
He smiled at her, a wicked, evil smile, showing his large, crooked, yellow teeth. Without a word he pulled Minerva's screaming child from her arms and set her on top of the chest of drawers. Minerva tried desperately to move, to talk, to do anything! But she was bound solidly. Her face showed an expression of absolute terror as she looked from the man to her baby, who was still crying.
With a smile that showed there was no goodness left in his heart, the man raised his wand and pointed it at the child. Minerva was now in a state of pure panic, sensing what was going to happen.
"Avada Kedevara!"
Suddenly there were no more cries.
* * *
Minerva Dumbledore approached the small, rounded grave. She knelt down and placed several fresh flowers on the gritty dirt, and when she turned away, there were tears in her eyes. And you would probably cry too, if you saw a grave that read:
Arriana Lucillia Katherine Dumbledore
Born: May 15th, 1953
Died: September 30th, 1954
"She will live forever in our hearts"
Fin.
*Translation:
"I love you my baby, my darling, I do,
Let me count the ways while I sing them to you,
I love you as much as the stars in the sky,
And how many times thet moon has gone by"
A/N: Wooh! That was long
Hope ya'll liked it
Rating: PG
This was originally written for the 100 fic challenge, prompt #30, 'Death.'
Death of an Innocent
Twenty year old Minerva Dumbledore sat in a light blue rocking chair, holding her small daughter tightly in her arms. She slowly sang the French lullaby she had been sung in her childhood days-
"Mon bébé, mon chéri, je vous aime, je fais
Me permettre de compter les façons pendant que je les chante vous...
Je vous aime autant que les étoiles dans le ciel,
Et comment beaucoup fois la lune est allée par*"
She kissed her sleeping baby girl softly on the forehead and blew out the candle illuminating the nursery. Suddenly, a loud crash and the sound of heavy footsteps were heard. A gruff voice said,
"The woman should be here."
Minerva's eyes grew wide, and she quickly looked around the darkened room for her wand, and mentally slapped herself when she remembered leaving it in her bedroom. Her daughter had awoken, and was whimpering.
"Shh, shh, hon, it's alright," Minerva cooed at the girl, thinking all the while about what she could do. She knew who was here- one of Grindlewald's followers who hadn't been captured, who was here seeking revenge on Albus Dumbledore for killing his master. Albus and Minerva had planned an escape route in the unlikely event this should happen, but it wasn't unlikely anymore, it was real, and deathly frightning. It was agreed if in the nursery, she would unlock the window and climb out to safety. She couldn't apparate, there were anti-apparition charms on the entire flat, so the man here now couldn't apparate in.
Minerva rushed to the window and fumbled with the lock.
"Damn," she swore quietly when she realized they had stored the key in their bedroom when their daughter figured out how to work it, and nearly broke her neck falling out the window. So, she did the next best thing and headed for the closet, intending to hide in the corner. But someone beat her to it.
A blast of blue light hit her in the side, and she fell forward heavily, banging her head on the handle of her daughter's chest of drawers.
"Ohhh..." she moaned in pain, clutching her baby with one hand and her head with the other. A tall, dark figure advanced towards her, laughing cruelly.
"Well, well, well," he said coldly, twirling his wand in his fingers. "What have we here? Dumbledore's wife and daughter."
"Please, please, don't kill my baby! You can have me if you want, just don't kill my daughter!" she pleaded, eyes wide with fear.
"Petrificus totalus!" yelled the man, and before she had a chance to react a stream of purple light hit her on her pounding head, and she fell, completely rigid, to the floor, still holding her daughter.
The man stood towering above her, and now she was able to see his face. He had wild, matted grey hair and small, black eyes. His face was long and his body squat. He wore a black velvet cloak over plain robes, with thick black boots, and looked absolutely terrifying.
He smiled at her, a wicked, evil smile, showing his large, crooked, yellow teeth. Without a word he pulled Minerva's screaming child from her arms and set her on top of the chest of drawers. Minerva tried desperately to move, to talk, to do anything! But she was bound solidly. Her face showed an expression of absolute terror as she looked from the man to her baby, who was still crying.
With a smile that showed there was no goodness left in his heart, the man raised his wand and pointed it at the child. Minerva was now in a state of pure panic, sensing what was going to happen.
"Avada Kedevara!"
Suddenly there were no more cries.
* * *
Minerva Dumbledore approached the small, rounded grave. She knelt down and placed several fresh flowers on the gritty dirt, and when she turned away, there were tears in her eyes. And you would probably cry too, if you saw a grave that read:
Arriana Lucillia Katherine Dumbledore
Born: May 15th, 1953
Died: September 30th, 1954
"She will live forever in our hearts"
Fin.
*Translation:
"I love you my baby, my darling, I do,
Let me count the ways while I sing them to you,
I love you as much as the stars in the sky,
And how many times thet moon has gone by"
A/N: Wooh! That was long
Hope ya'll liked it
You write beautifully.
