Moments :- A Slip Of The Hand
Told From Minerva's Point of View.
The children are all safe. Hogwarts will continue as it always has. Albus is restored as Headmaster, and throws a feast to celebrate. That man never could resist an excuse to party, this time he is right though - we all need a celebration, something to wash away the pain and fear of this last year.
I sit by his side at the table in the Great Hall, suddenly the huge oak doors swing open with a thud, and a giant of man strides into the Hall. Hagrid has returned, our family is complete.
Without thought Albus' hand slips to rest softly on mine. I feel such warmth flow from him to me, as my breath flutters like a bird about to be released. I turn to smile at him with eyes that carry a message which is just for him. Just as our eyes are about to meet he stiffens, and withdraws his tender touch. The cold where his hand lay is sharp and sudden, the ice reaches to grip my soul.
For a moment I am frozen, as the merriment goes on around me. Then I force my lips into a smile because it is all I can do, it is expected of me in this time of joy. Albus is beaming and benign as he raises his goblet to make a toast. I cannot resent him for what was just a slip of the hand - nothing more.
We never speak of it again.
In hidden secret moments my heart weeps silently for that briefest of touches, and the promise of a dream it held.
Author's Notes
Poor Minerva, it seems the angst has got me tonight. Please review my little drabble. Would anyone like me to try and do Albus' point of view for this ?
First of a series of mostly unconnected Albus and Minerva drabbles. This was inspired by my desktop background, a lovely photo of Albus and Minerva holding hands during the feast at the end of Chamber of Secrets. More drabbles will come as inspiration strikes.