Post by minimin on Dec 10, 2006 13:59:58 GMT -5
I should perhaps have put this in the songfic section, but it's kind of angsty so I thought it should go here. Please please review, I haven't written many fics yet so helpful comments are appreciated.
Obviously I am not JKR and I suppose I should warn you..caracter death.. The song is The Drugs Don't Work by the Verve. Hope you enjoy.
Minerva McGonagall was sitting curled on the edge of the large four poster bed. Her fingers tracing the embroidered gold lion on the rich deep red bedspread, 'Gryffindor colours' she mused. A gasp from the bed beside her made her look up sharply and she laid a soothing arm on the figure sleeping fitfully beside her.
Her husband of one hundred years Albus Dumbledore lay beneath the blankets, his once imposing demeanour now gone, he was a frail old man. At the age of two hundred and twenty Albus Dumbledore was dying.
All this talk of getting old, it's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag waiting to drown, this time I'm coming down
And I hope you're thinking of me, as you lay down on you're side
Now the drugs don't work, they just make you worse
But I know I'll see you're face again
Minerva knew Albus was old, she didn't need to hear people say it. With embarassment she remembered snapping at her good friend Poppy Pomfrey, now director of St Mungos, on a recent visit to check on Albus. He had been growing frailer for many years. It had been Minerva herself who had accompanied Harry on his final journey to fulfil the prophecy and defeat Lord Voldemort, as Albus had been too weak. After that she had resigned as Headmistress of Hogwarts and retired to their summer cottage in the Scottish Highlands to care for Albus.
Yes, she knew Albus was old and that thought weighed heavily on her mind as she saw the life slowly ebbing from him. His eyes, once a piercing blue with that devilish twinkle, that had caused her so much trouble in the past she thought with a rueful smile, were now sunken. When they did occasionally open, now a dull glassy grey they just stared blankly. As she stroked gentle fingers down the waxy flesh of his face and entwined them in the now brittle hair of his beard Minerva felt she was drowning. Her fight had left her.
" Like a cat in a bag " she wispered.
Albus shifted further onto his side and Minerva curled closely behind him. One arm protectively round his waist the other tenderly stroking his thinning white hair.
She remembered happier times spent in this bed. When, newly married they had spent very little time actually sleeping. When they had conceived their two beautiful children. Minerva's heart wrenched as she recalled their lifeless bodies on the battlefield. Albus had held her that night just as she held him now, silently rocking her as her heart broke. Unconciously Minerva pulled herself closer to Albus.
" I hope you're thinking of me" she wispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple.
Poppy had tried everything. She even had Severus, now Deputy Headmaster, take emergency leave to brew the ancient long forgotten age-stop and long-life potions. Pomona Sprout the new Headmistress had granted the leave immediatly, but to no avail. The drugs didn't work. Albus had suffered terrible pain and sickness so Minerva had stopped giving them to him. However much it hurt her to see him fade was nothing compared to the torture of seeing him in pain. As she lay cradling her husband in her arms Minerva made a decision.
Cos baby ooohhh, if heaven calls
I'm coming too
Just like you said
If you leave my life, I'm better off dead
"I'm coming too my darling." Minerva spoke softly into the darkness. She couldn't be sure how long they had been laying together but it didn't matter. She wouldn't leave him now, she could sense it wouldn't be long.
Closing her eyes Minerva remembered something Albus had said to her one christmas, as he held her close sitting under the twinkling lights of their christmas tree. It was the year she had been hit with the stunners. Minerva, not normally vindictive took some small comfort from the thought of that woman rotting away in Azkaban for trying to destroy her family. Albus had gazed into her eyes and wispered.
"If you leave my life, I'm better off dead"
It was only now that she truely understood what those words had meant to him. Silently she made the same promise.
As her husbands breathing grew ever more shallow Minerva used her skills at legilimency, skills Albus had taught her, to gently enter his mind. She felt him stiffen as she slowly searched his memories. He relaxed and Minerva felt sure he was smiling as she found his memory of their wedding day. Pressing her body hard against his Minerva let her mind wander back to that day too. She remembered how happy they had been as he led her around the dancefloor, not allowing anyone else to dance with her all night, not that she had minded. She always felt safest in his arms.
As Minerva felt her husbands body slacken then go limp she allowed a single tear to escape. Taking his calloused leathery hand, that seemed so much smaller now, in her own she brought it to her lips. Tenderly she kissed the silver wedding ring with a small tabby cat engraved on it then kissed his forehead.
Cos baby ooohhh, if heaven calls
I'm coming too
Just like you said
If you leave my life, I'm better off dead.
Drawing her wand from the heavy emerald robes she wore Minerva placed her lips gently to the ear of her husbands lifeless body.
"I'm coming too" she wispered.
Pointing the wand to her chest Minerva uttered her final words to the world she had shared with Albus Dumbledore.
"AVEDA KEDAVARA".
Obviously I am not JKR and I suppose I should warn you..caracter death.. The song is The Drugs Don't Work by the Verve. Hope you enjoy.
Minerva McGonagall was sitting curled on the edge of the large four poster bed. Her fingers tracing the embroidered gold lion on the rich deep red bedspread, 'Gryffindor colours' she mused. A gasp from the bed beside her made her look up sharply and she laid a soothing arm on the figure sleeping fitfully beside her.
Her husband of one hundred years Albus Dumbledore lay beneath the blankets, his once imposing demeanour now gone, he was a frail old man. At the age of two hundred and twenty Albus Dumbledore was dying.
All this talk of getting old, it's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag waiting to drown, this time I'm coming down
And I hope you're thinking of me, as you lay down on you're side
Now the drugs don't work, they just make you worse
But I know I'll see you're face again
Minerva knew Albus was old, she didn't need to hear people say it. With embarassment she remembered snapping at her good friend Poppy Pomfrey, now director of St Mungos, on a recent visit to check on Albus. He had been growing frailer for many years. It had been Minerva herself who had accompanied Harry on his final journey to fulfil the prophecy and defeat Lord Voldemort, as Albus had been too weak. After that she had resigned as Headmistress of Hogwarts and retired to their summer cottage in the Scottish Highlands to care for Albus.
Yes, she knew Albus was old and that thought weighed heavily on her mind as she saw the life slowly ebbing from him. His eyes, once a piercing blue with that devilish twinkle, that had caused her so much trouble in the past she thought with a rueful smile, were now sunken. When they did occasionally open, now a dull glassy grey they just stared blankly. As she stroked gentle fingers down the waxy flesh of his face and entwined them in the now brittle hair of his beard Minerva felt she was drowning. Her fight had left her.
" Like a cat in a bag " she wispered.
Albus shifted further onto his side and Minerva curled closely behind him. One arm protectively round his waist the other tenderly stroking his thinning white hair.
She remembered happier times spent in this bed. When, newly married they had spent very little time actually sleeping. When they had conceived their two beautiful children. Minerva's heart wrenched as she recalled their lifeless bodies on the battlefield. Albus had held her that night just as she held him now, silently rocking her as her heart broke. Unconciously Minerva pulled herself closer to Albus.
" I hope you're thinking of me" she wispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple.
Poppy had tried everything. She even had Severus, now Deputy Headmaster, take emergency leave to brew the ancient long forgotten age-stop and long-life potions. Pomona Sprout the new Headmistress had granted the leave immediatly, but to no avail. The drugs didn't work. Albus had suffered terrible pain and sickness so Minerva had stopped giving them to him. However much it hurt her to see him fade was nothing compared to the torture of seeing him in pain. As she lay cradling her husband in her arms Minerva made a decision.
Cos baby ooohhh, if heaven calls
I'm coming too
Just like you said
If you leave my life, I'm better off dead
"I'm coming too my darling." Minerva spoke softly into the darkness. She couldn't be sure how long they had been laying together but it didn't matter. She wouldn't leave him now, she could sense it wouldn't be long.
Closing her eyes Minerva remembered something Albus had said to her one christmas, as he held her close sitting under the twinkling lights of their christmas tree. It was the year she had been hit with the stunners. Minerva, not normally vindictive took some small comfort from the thought of that woman rotting away in Azkaban for trying to destroy her family. Albus had gazed into her eyes and wispered.
"If you leave my life, I'm better off dead"
It was only now that she truely understood what those words had meant to him. Silently she made the same promise.
As her husbands breathing grew ever more shallow Minerva used her skills at legilimency, skills Albus had taught her, to gently enter his mind. She felt him stiffen as she slowly searched his memories. He relaxed and Minerva felt sure he was smiling as she found his memory of their wedding day. Pressing her body hard against his Minerva let her mind wander back to that day too. She remembered how happy they had been as he led her around the dancefloor, not allowing anyone else to dance with her all night, not that she had minded. She always felt safest in his arms.
As Minerva felt her husbands body slacken then go limp she allowed a single tear to escape. Taking his calloused leathery hand, that seemed so much smaller now, in her own she brought it to her lips. Tenderly she kissed the silver wedding ring with a small tabby cat engraved on it then kissed his forehead.
Cos baby ooohhh, if heaven calls
I'm coming too
Just like you said
If you leave my life, I'm better off dead.
Drawing her wand from the heavy emerald robes she wore Minerva placed her lips gently to the ear of her husbands lifeless body.
"I'm coming too" she wispered.
Pointing the wand to her chest Minerva uttered her final words to the world she had shared with Albus Dumbledore.
"AVEDA KEDAVARA".
So sad, but so utterly... perfect. Thank you.
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