Post by morethanacrush on Jan 7, 2010 8:16:09 GMT -5
Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year, pinkie 
It's not as fluffy as I'd like it to be... but I hope you like it!
~
It had been a relatively normal day for Minerva McGonagall, up until that point. It was the last day the students were to be at Hogwarts; she personally watched her newest Gryffindors, Sirius Black and James Potter taking the role of being the school’s new troublemakers. As Minerva walked back up to the castle, folding the nicely worded card from Remus Lupin, and making a note not to eat the candy Sirius and James had given her, she felt relief wash over her. Another year was over, and after two weeks of wrapping up the end of the school year paperwork, she would have a few weeks to herself. She was looking forward to spending a month or so away from Hogwarts – though she loved the place dearly, she was missing the cozy cottage in the Scottish highlands that was her home.
Unfortunately, when she saw her husband sitting on the steps of the castle, looking quite distraught, she knew her relatively normal day was going to turn into a hectic night. She sighed, and called out to him, “Albus?”
Albus Dumbledore looked up, surprised to hear her voice, and she could see relief, which had quickly left her at the sight of him, flood his eyes. Instantly, she began to prepare herself for the mess he made, that she would be forced to clean up.
“Minerva, dear,” he reached for both of her hands, and kissed their backs gently. “I’ve been waiting for you. Abigail is upstairs, and I don’t know what to do!”
Minerva quirked her eyebrow, as she took her hands out of his. Albus opened the massive doors for her and stepped aside to let her in. “What did you do now?” she asked, as they made their way slowly towards his office – and ultimately towards the chambers they both shared.
Albus followed her, and she could tell by his expression and responses, he was in awe. “I’m not sure... I mean, usually I can tell these sort of things... but this time... she just came in through the floo network, like she always does, and as soon as she saw me, she began to cry!” Albus shook his head in wonder.
Minerva scoffed. “Well you must have done something to upset her Albus. What did you say?” She quickly said Albus’s password, and led him up the winding stairs to his office.
“I said, ‘Hello dear. How was school?’ And then she just... began to cry. She started shouting things I couldn’t understand...” Albus, completely clueless, looked at Minerva, who was about to open the doors to their rooms. “I don’t understand what happened!”
Minerva shook her head, but opened the door, preparing
herself for the disaster that lay ahead.
The door opened, and there in their sitting room, was their sixteen year old daughter, Abigail, curled up in front of the fire on their couch. Minerva’s heart tugged, as she quickly crossed the room, and gathered her daughter in her arms. Abigail looked up, her green eyes red and sore. She tucked her black hair behind her ear, saying, “He was cheating on me, mum.” She choked on her tears before continuing, “He was cheating on me with some stupid redhead.”
“Hush now,” Minerva patted Abby’s head, and hugged her tightly to her chest. “You have the whole summer away from him and everyone else at school.” Minerva sent a glare to Albus, who was beginning to open his mouth to say something. She could see the anger in his eye, that someone had hurt his little girl, but her glare cut him off. He gritted his teeth, and went into their bedroom to gather his thoughts.
After Abigail’s crying had died down to hiccups, Minerva released her hold on her daughter. Abigail sat up from her mother’s lap, and wiped away her tears with the sleeves of her robes. Minerva swatted her hands away from her face, and replaced Abigail’s sleeves with a tissue. Abigail gave Minerva a watery smile in thanks.
“Can I ask why you yelled at your father, Abby?” Minerva asked, looking at her over the top of her glasses.
Abby sniffed. “Because they’re all the same: boys are just awful creatures.”
Minerva chuckled, as she pulled Abby closer to her. “Abby, if there’s one man in your life you can count on, it’s your father.” Abby looked up at her mother, and Minerva could see that she didn’t completely believe her. “You don’t believe me? That’s fine. But your father is in there right now, trying to find the best way to hurt that young man enough to make him regret he was ever born.”
Abby couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at the thought. “Re-ally?” she hiccupped. Minerva nodded, and Abby continued, “Let’s hope he finds one then.”
Minerva raised an eyebrow, “Abby, I am not going to let you two run off and torture this boy, as much as he deserves it.” Abby nodded dutifully, although her mind was envisioning her now ex-boyfriend strung up by his feet to a tree branch. “Now,” Minerva continued. She nudged Abby’s elbow towards where Albus sat in their bedroom, “go talk to your father.”
Abby stood up, and slowly made her way to her parent’s bedrooms, and knocked on the door. The door swung open, and Albus stood there, his eyes softening at the side of his daughter.
He could see her standing there, her head coming to just below his shoulder. Her green eyes were still red and slightly swollen; she was biting her lip nervously. She was hugging herself tightly, and in all ways she was looking exactly like the sixteen year old girl she was. But even though Albus could see all these things, he couldn’t stop seeing her as his little girl. In his mind, he saw a little girl, with bouncing ringlets, and a popped balloon, looking up at him, asking him to fix it.
He could fix a popped balloon. He couldn’t fix this.
Albus reached out, and wrapped his arms around the back of her neck, pulling her close to him. As he leaned over Abby began to cry again, soaking through his outer robe.
It was almost three hours later, after the family had eaten dinner, and Abby had gone off to the Gryffindor dormitories to unpack her things, when Minerva and Albus were sitting in front of the fire. He held in his hand a glass of firewhiskey, twirling it around, as she read the book in her lap. Albus looked over at her.
“You aren’t reading that book,” he said knowingly. When she looked up to meet his gaze, he averted his eyes back to his drink, his eyes twinkling, eyebrows quirked, and there was a smile on his face.
Minerva cocked her head. “Pardo-“
“You aren’t reading that book,” Albus repeated before she could finish.
Her eyes narrowed and her back straightened. “How on earth do you know what I am or am not doing?”
Albus smiled at her. “You can’t go to her school and turn him into a newt.”
“You’re very lucky I know you know that I was thinking about doing it because you know me so well, and not because you’re reading my mind.” Minerva calmly went back to her book.
Albus chuckled, and took a sip of his drink. He placed his arm around the back of the couch, and pulled Minerva by her shoulder to lean on him.
It's not as fluffy as I'd like it to be... but I hope you like it!
~
It had been a relatively normal day for Minerva McGonagall, up until that point. It was the last day the students were to be at Hogwarts; she personally watched her newest Gryffindors, Sirius Black and James Potter taking the role of being the school’s new troublemakers. As Minerva walked back up to the castle, folding the nicely worded card from Remus Lupin, and making a note not to eat the candy Sirius and James had given her, she felt relief wash over her. Another year was over, and after two weeks of wrapping up the end of the school year paperwork, she would have a few weeks to herself. She was looking forward to spending a month or so away from Hogwarts – though she loved the place dearly, she was missing the cozy cottage in the Scottish highlands that was her home.
Unfortunately, when she saw her husband sitting on the steps of the castle, looking quite distraught, she knew her relatively normal day was going to turn into a hectic night. She sighed, and called out to him, “Albus?”
Albus Dumbledore looked up, surprised to hear her voice, and she could see relief, which had quickly left her at the sight of him, flood his eyes. Instantly, she began to prepare herself for the mess he made, that she would be forced to clean up.
“Minerva, dear,” he reached for both of her hands, and kissed their backs gently. “I’ve been waiting for you. Abigail is upstairs, and I don’t know what to do!”
Minerva quirked her eyebrow, as she took her hands out of his. Albus opened the massive doors for her and stepped aside to let her in. “What did you do now?” she asked, as they made their way slowly towards his office – and ultimately towards the chambers they both shared.
Albus followed her, and she could tell by his expression and responses, he was in awe. “I’m not sure... I mean, usually I can tell these sort of things... but this time... she just came in through the floo network, like she always does, and as soon as she saw me, she began to cry!” Albus shook his head in wonder.
Minerva scoffed. “Well you must have done something to upset her Albus. What did you say?” She quickly said Albus’s password, and led him up the winding stairs to his office.
“I said, ‘Hello dear. How was school?’ And then she just... began to cry. She started shouting things I couldn’t understand...” Albus, completely clueless, looked at Minerva, who was about to open the doors to their rooms. “I don’t understand what happened!”
Minerva shook her head, but opened the door, preparing
herself for the disaster that lay ahead.
The door opened, and there in their sitting room, was their sixteen year old daughter, Abigail, curled up in front of the fire on their couch. Minerva’s heart tugged, as she quickly crossed the room, and gathered her daughter in her arms. Abigail looked up, her green eyes red and sore. She tucked her black hair behind her ear, saying, “He was cheating on me, mum.” She choked on her tears before continuing, “He was cheating on me with some stupid redhead.”
“Hush now,” Minerva patted Abby’s head, and hugged her tightly to her chest. “You have the whole summer away from him and everyone else at school.” Minerva sent a glare to Albus, who was beginning to open his mouth to say something. She could see the anger in his eye, that someone had hurt his little girl, but her glare cut him off. He gritted his teeth, and went into their bedroom to gather his thoughts.
After Abigail’s crying had died down to hiccups, Minerva released her hold on her daughter. Abigail sat up from her mother’s lap, and wiped away her tears with the sleeves of her robes. Minerva swatted her hands away from her face, and replaced Abigail’s sleeves with a tissue. Abigail gave Minerva a watery smile in thanks.
“Can I ask why you yelled at your father, Abby?” Minerva asked, looking at her over the top of her glasses.
Abby sniffed. “Because they’re all the same: boys are just awful creatures.”
Minerva chuckled, as she pulled Abby closer to her. “Abby, if there’s one man in your life you can count on, it’s your father.” Abby looked up at her mother, and Minerva could see that she didn’t completely believe her. “You don’t believe me? That’s fine. But your father is in there right now, trying to find the best way to hurt that young man enough to make him regret he was ever born.”
Abby couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at the thought. “Re-ally?” she hiccupped. Minerva nodded, and Abby continued, “Let’s hope he finds one then.”
Minerva raised an eyebrow, “Abby, I am not going to let you two run off and torture this boy, as much as he deserves it.” Abby nodded dutifully, although her mind was envisioning her now ex-boyfriend strung up by his feet to a tree branch. “Now,” Minerva continued. She nudged Abby’s elbow towards where Albus sat in their bedroom, “go talk to your father.”
Abby stood up, and slowly made her way to her parent’s bedrooms, and knocked on the door. The door swung open, and Albus stood there, his eyes softening at the side of his daughter.
He could see her standing there, her head coming to just below his shoulder. Her green eyes were still red and slightly swollen; she was biting her lip nervously. She was hugging herself tightly, and in all ways she was looking exactly like the sixteen year old girl she was. But even though Albus could see all these things, he couldn’t stop seeing her as his little girl. In his mind, he saw a little girl, with bouncing ringlets, and a popped balloon, looking up at him, asking him to fix it.
He could fix a popped balloon. He couldn’t fix this.
Albus reached out, and wrapped his arms around the back of her neck, pulling her close to him. As he leaned over Abby began to cry again, soaking through his outer robe.
It was almost three hours later, after the family had eaten dinner, and Abby had gone off to the Gryffindor dormitories to unpack her things, when Minerva and Albus were sitting in front of the fire. He held in his hand a glass of firewhiskey, twirling it around, as she read the book in her lap. Albus looked over at her.
“You aren’t reading that book,” he said knowingly. When she looked up to meet his gaze, he averted his eyes back to his drink, his eyes twinkling, eyebrows quirked, and there was a smile on his face.
Minerva cocked her head. “Pardo-“
“You aren’t reading that book,” Albus repeated before she could finish.
Her eyes narrowed and her back straightened. “How on earth do you know what I am or am not doing?”
Albus smiled at her. “You can’t go to her school and turn him into a newt.”
“You’re very lucky I know you know that I was thinking about doing it because you know me so well, and not because you’re reading my mind.” Minerva calmly went back to her book.
Albus chuckled, and took a sip of his drink. He placed his arm around the back of the couch, and pulled Minerva by her shoulder to lean on him.
