Four Days: Battle
"Oh no! Greg," Minerva whispered. "Karalynn said he wouldn't be up for another hour."
"Apparently he is up. M-min, I think this is more of a man's scenario. You should...I don't think you should stay here for this."
"No," she said gently, "I can't leave. Maybe...maybe I could turn you into a rat or something, and I could just answer the door," she pleaded, "He wouldn't know that you're here, he couldn't...Oh Albus! Don't, please."
"Min, he's delusional, a lunatic, and an idiot; all rolled into one! I don't think by me hiding will be any good effect on anything."
"It will give us time Albus! Maybe I could talk to him, lie, do something! Please...I don't want you to get hurt."
He lifted her chin, and smiled warmly. "I won't get hurt. That's a promise."
His hands let go of hers,"Don't come out Min. It could get ugly. Stay here," and he glanced at her one last time before he opened the door...
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Minerva stared at the closed door, beginning to feel the tears well up in here eyes. 'It's all my fault. He's going to get hurt,' she thought silently, 'I can't just stand here. They're going to kill eachother. Oh but damn it, what can I do?'
She stared again for a few minutes, knowing that she couldn't go out. Soon, the tears became too much, far, far too much. She fell to her knees, and began crying quietly. They were out there, fighting for her. For her...'What if Greg..."NO!" she hissed quietly. 'Albus...please, don't get hurt. You'd ruin my whole world. Please, please,' she thought quietly, as the tears flowed down her pale features.
CRASH! Thousands of splinted wood lay around her floor. There lay a body within the wood, she swallowed hard to see who it was. She didn't have long before Greg rose from his place.
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Albus stared. That hadn't gone as well as he had hoped. "You won't win Greg," he hissed.
"Want a bet dear Dumbledore? I've got the girl!" he yelled, as he turned as quick as flash, and held Minerva in his arms.
"Let go of me!" she cried.
"Let her go you backstabbing traitor! This is between you and me!" Albus walked closer, his wand raised high.
"ah, uh, uh," Greg raised a finger. "You come one step closer, and she and I are gone. And it's such a shame too, I wanted to do away with you while I was able to."
"Let go of the girl," Albus said in a barated tone, "don't use her to hide behind. You have this coming to you."
"Dumbledore," Greg hissed, "is that what you think I'm doing? You know very well I won't hurt her. And I also know that you won't. So I say we use her as our neutral point. First one to..."
"ALBUS HELP!" Minerva screamed, "GET YOUR GOD DAMN HANDS OFF ME!"
Alright, that was it. Once was quite enough, but now? Ha! Albus pulled out his wand and pointed it at Greg. "Crucio!" Albus yelled, it was the first spell that came to his head. He watched closely, praying that it hadn't hit Minerva. He had aimed fairly well at Greg, he was a good ten inches taller than Minerva. He was close enough to pull it off, right?
He stared, both people had gone rigid. Greg fell to the floor, shaking all over. 'Oh good,' he thought quietly.
Minerva ran towards him, and clasped onto him as tight as she dare. He hugged her tightly, as the tears spilled down his cheek. He could hear her weeping too, she wasn't nearly as strong as she pretended to be. "Oh Minerva, I love you so much. Now go to the floor network, and contact the Minister of Magic. We have an extreme case here. With any luck, he'll be sent to St. Mungo's, then to Azkaban, and we won't have to worry."
She looked up at him. "Albus..." she was shaking. Shaking all over.
"I know...I know. Just do this one thing for me," he whispered. "I'll take care of him while you're gone. I promise."
"I love you."
"I love you too, now go before I feel too sympathetic to him that I take off the curse."
"Albus, don't hurt him anymore," she blinked. "Please."
"But it's so fun," he stared. 'Urrrr, does she have to look like that?' "Fine Min, I'll put a leg locker curse or something on him."
She nodded, "Can you promise me something else?"
*
"Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop!"
*
The both of them looked at Greg, then back at one another. "Yes?"
"Promise that you'll have a cup of hot chocolate when this is all finished."
"Done deal Min, it's a done deal."
He watched as she disappeared down the corridor, running quickly. He only lingered a few minutes staring at Greg in agony. He had never been one to premote violence, but somehow, this time, it just felt good to see him wryth and scream. He had hurt his Minerva too much to end it so soon. Had Greg won, he knew he wouldn't show any mercy. Whatever his hatred was to him...it nowhere near matched the new loathing Albus felt for Greg.
After a good ten or so minutes, when Albus finally got tired of the screaming, he lifted the curse. He watched as Greg's breathing became normal, but noticed indefinately that he couldn't move. There really seemed no reason for a leg locker spell. "You know Greg, had you won, you would have taken everything you possibly could from her, and then dropped her like she was your garbage. No one is worth that, and ESPECIALLY not her. You've delt with the wrong wizard, and the wrong witch. You knew this was bound to happen, so I wouldn't be all that worried. You'll have plenty of time to think about what's going to happen while you're in Azkaban," Albus sat down next to Greg, and picked up his wand that was on the floor next to his hand, "I think I'll take this."
He sat back up, and whispered, "petrificus totallis."
Immediately his body went totally straight, and Albus stared. "We might as well get you to the hospital wing, so this doesn't look totally horrible."
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"Good God, what happened to him?!" Karalynn said loudly.
"He had Minerva. I snapped. I put the Crucious curse on him, and let him stand there a few seconds...I should have stopped. But anyway, Minerva went to the floo network to allow the Minister and other officials here, so we can get him to at least St. Mungo's. He'll hopefully be sent to Azkaban for of course molestation, and for starting a fight that ought not have happened."
"You sure he'll get away with the charges?"
"He's as good as demented."
"Dumbledore, how did I know that it was a bad idea to hire that woman!?" The current minister of magic Atticus McKellen's voice boomed throughout the entire hall. "Alright, where's the law breaker?"
"So good to see you again," Albus said quietly. "He's in the bed, under the full body bind."
"So tell me, what happened?"
Albus seemed to look past him, as he stared at the group of officials that came into the room...and Minerva. She looked flushed, more flushed than usual. 'Mental note, the second I get alone with her, I've got to apologize. She deserves it.' He stared at her a few seconds more, letting her features weigh in upon his mind again.
"Albus?"
"Oh yes. Um...well, this has been going on for only a few days. He had...made a few moves on Minerva, which from what I can tell, she very well let it happen, only because she didn't know what else to do. Then he and I, I suppose, fought over her. He had apparently not won her affections, and I was rather on her good side."
"So you're telling me you risked your life for the transfiguration teacher?"
"That's a bit broad if you ask me, but yes, if you want to say it like that."
"Dumbledore..." he shook his head, "had I not known you better, I'd say you were off your block."
"Perhaps I am," he chuckled.
Atticus came closer to Albus, and made a glance at Minerva. "Not a bad choice though, aye? If you were going to risk your life for a beautiful girl, I suppose she isn't all that bad of a choice."
"No...she's all that I could hope for."
"Could we please cut the sissy crap, and get on with this? I want to get this convict sent away before dinner," a tall dark haired man voiced in. "I've got family of my own to get to. I was supposed to get off work yesterday, but NOOO, someone just had to drag me along for another day."
"Glad to hear you're in high spirits Jeremy," Albus greeted him, and shook his hand.
"Well, anyhow, that story seems good enough for me. We'll take him to St. Mungo's until his trial, then we'll send him to the prison."
"Oh what a joy it is," Jeremy said sarcastically.
"Yes, well, let's go." The group of people went over towards the body, and picked him up. "You think he'll cooperate w/ the floo network?"
"Probably not, but it's worth a try."
The people all nodded, until there were no people left but Albus, and Minerva. They stared at one another, not quite being able to predict the next move...Minerva idly blinked, "Albus."
"Min, come over here. No more formalities my dear. This has been enough for the both of us."
She nodded, and ran into his embrace. He could feel her clutching his back, and thanked Merlin she was safe. Safe from him, safe from that idiot...safe in his arms. He held her tight...he couldn't let go, not ever.
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"Here's your hot chocolate Min. I told you, you would get hot chocolate, so here is your hot chocolate," he walked quietly towards the fire, where she currently lay sprawled underneath a sheet.
"Mmmm, thank you Albus," she smiled. "Though I don't think I really need anything else to keep me warm."
He chuckled as he found his way beneath the covers as well. "Am I doing that wonderful of a job?"
"Shhhh," she whispered, as her hand came to his lips. She rolled over gently, a seductive smile on her mouth. "You can't tell anyone, it's our secret. But yes, you are."
"I love you," he mouthed quietly.
"I love you too." She grinned widely, and kissed him; kissed him long, hard, and with any passion that was left in her system. She kissed him, as if he were the only thing she had ever wanted...and as she had finally realized, he was.
"Oh no! Greg," Minerva whispered. "Karalynn said he wouldn't be up for another hour."
"Apparently he is up. M-min, I think this is more of a man's scenario. You should...I don't think you should stay here for this."
"No," she said gently, "I can't leave. Maybe...maybe I could turn you into a rat or something, and I could just answer the door," she pleaded, "He wouldn't know that you're here, he couldn't...Oh Albus! Don't, please."
"Min, he's delusional, a lunatic, and an idiot; all rolled into one! I don't think by me hiding will be any good effect on anything."
"It will give us time Albus! Maybe I could talk to him, lie, do something! Please...I don't want you to get hurt."
He lifted her chin, and smiled warmly. "I won't get hurt. That's a promise."
His hands let go of hers,"Don't come out Min. It could get ugly. Stay here," and he glanced at her one last time before he opened the door...
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Minerva stared at the closed door, beginning to feel the tears well up in here eyes. 'It's all my fault. He's going to get hurt,' she thought silently, 'I can't just stand here. They're going to kill eachother. Oh but damn it, what can I do?'
She stared again for a few minutes, knowing that she couldn't go out. Soon, the tears became too much, far, far too much. She fell to her knees, and began crying quietly. They were out there, fighting for her. For her...'What if Greg..."NO!" she hissed quietly. 'Albus...please, don't get hurt. You'd ruin my whole world. Please, please,' she thought quietly, as the tears flowed down her pale features.
CRASH! Thousands of splinted wood lay around her floor. There lay a body within the wood, she swallowed hard to see who it was. She didn't have long before Greg rose from his place.
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Albus stared. That hadn't gone as well as he had hoped. "You won't win Greg," he hissed.
"Want a bet dear Dumbledore? I've got the girl!" he yelled, as he turned as quick as flash, and held Minerva in his arms.
"Let go of me!" she cried.
"Let her go you backstabbing traitor! This is between you and me!" Albus walked closer, his wand raised high.
"ah, uh, uh," Greg raised a finger. "You come one step closer, and she and I are gone. And it's such a shame too, I wanted to do away with you while I was able to."
"Let go of the girl," Albus said in a barated tone, "don't use her to hide behind. You have this coming to you."
"Dumbledore," Greg hissed, "is that what you think I'm doing? You know very well I won't hurt her. And I also know that you won't. So I say we use her as our neutral point. First one to..."
"ALBUS HELP!" Minerva screamed, "GET YOUR GOD DAMN HANDS OFF ME!"
Alright, that was it. Once was quite enough, but now? Ha! Albus pulled out his wand and pointed it at Greg. "Crucio!" Albus yelled, it was the first spell that came to his head. He watched closely, praying that it hadn't hit Minerva. He had aimed fairly well at Greg, he was a good ten inches taller than Minerva. He was close enough to pull it off, right?
He stared, both people had gone rigid. Greg fell to the floor, shaking all over. 'Oh good,' he thought quietly.
Minerva ran towards him, and clasped onto him as tight as she dare. He hugged her tightly, as the tears spilled down his cheek. He could hear her weeping too, she wasn't nearly as strong as she pretended to be. "Oh Minerva, I love you so much. Now go to the floor network, and contact the Minister of Magic. We have an extreme case here. With any luck, he'll be sent to St. Mungo's, then to Azkaban, and we won't have to worry."
She looked up at him. "Albus..." she was shaking. Shaking all over.
"I know...I know. Just do this one thing for me," he whispered. "I'll take care of him while you're gone. I promise."
"I love you."
"I love you too, now go before I feel too sympathetic to him that I take off the curse."
"Albus, don't hurt him anymore," she blinked. "Please."
"But it's so fun," he stared. 'Urrrr, does she have to look like that?' "Fine Min, I'll put a leg locker curse or something on him."
She nodded, "Can you promise me something else?"
*
"Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop!"
*
The both of them looked at Greg, then back at one another. "Yes?"
"Promise that you'll have a cup of hot chocolate when this is all finished."
"Done deal Min, it's a done deal."
He watched as she disappeared down the corridor, running quickly. He only lingered a few minutes staring at Greg in agony. He had never been one to premote violence, but somehow, this time, it just felt good to see him wryth and scream. He had hurt his Minerva too much to end it so soon. Had Greg won, he knew he wouldn't show any mercy. Whatever his hatred was to him...it nowhere near matched the new loathing Albus felt for Greg.
After a good ten or so minutes, when Albus finally got tired of the screaming, he lifted the curse. He watched as Greg's breathing became normal, but noticed indefinately that he couldn't move. There really seemed no reason for a leg locker spell. "You know Greg, had you won, you would have taken everything you possibly could from her, and then dropped her like she was your garbage. No one is worth that, and ESPECIALLY not her. You've delt with the wrong wizard, and the wrong witch. You knew this was bound to happen, so I wouldn't be all that worried. You'll have plenty of time to think about what's going to happen while you're in Azkaban," Albus sat down next to Greg, and picked up his wand that was on the floor next to his hand, "I think I'll take this."
He sat back up, and whispered, "petrificus totallis."
Immediately his body went totally straight, and Albus stared. "We might as well get you to the hospital wing, so this doesn't look totally horrible."
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"Good God, what happened to him?!" Karalynn said loudly.
"He had Minerva. I snapped. I put the Crucious curse on him, and let him stand there a few seconds...I should have stopped. But anyway, Minerva went to the floo network to allow the Minister and other officials here, so we can get him to at least St. Mungo's. He'll hopefully be sent to Azkaban for of course molestation, and for starting a fight that ought not have happened."
"You sure he'll get away with the charges?"
"He's as good as demented."
"Dumbledore, how did I know that it was a bad idea to hire that woman!?" The current minister of magic Atticus McKellen's voice boomed throughout the entire hall. "Alright, where's the law breaker?"
"So good to see you again," Albus said quietly. "He's in the bed, under the full body bind."
"So tell me, what happened?"
Albus seemed to look past him, as he stared at the group of officials that came into the room...and Minerva. She looked flushed, more flushed than usual. 'Mental note, the second I get alone with her, I've got to apologize. She deserves it.' He stared at her a few seconds more, letting her features weigh in upon his mind again.
"Albus?"
"Oh yes. Um...well, this has been going on for only a few days. He had...made a few moves on Minerva, which from what I can tell, she very well let it happen, only because she didn't know what else to do. Then he and I, I suppose, fought over her. He had apparently not won her affections, and I was rather on her good side."
"So you're telling me you risked your life for the transfiguration teacher?"
"That's a bit broad if you ask me, but yes, if you want to say it like that."
"Dumbledore..." he shook his head, "had I not known you better, I'd say you were off your block."
"Perhaps I am," he chuckled.
Atticus came closer to Albus, and made a glance at Minerva. "Not a bad choice though, aye? If you were going to risk your life for a beautiful girl, I suppose she isn't all that bad of a choice."
"No...she's all that I could hope for."
"Could we please cut the sissy crap, and get on with this? I want to get this convict sent away before dinner," a tall dark haired man voiced in. "I've got family of my own to get to. I was supposed to get off work yesterday, but NOOO, someone just had to drag me along for another day."
"Glad to hear you're in high spirits Jeremy," Albus greeted him, and shook his hand.
"Well, anyhow, that story seems good enough for me. We'll take him to St. Mungo's until his trial, then we'll send him to the prison."
"Oh what a joy it is," Jeremy said sarcastically.
"Yes, well, let's go." The group of people went over towards the body, and picked him up. "You think he'll cooperate w/ the floo network?"
"Probably not, but it's worth a try."
The people all nodded, until there were no people left but Albus, and Minerva. They stared at one another, not quite being able to predict the next move...Minerva idly blinked, "Albus."
"Min, come over here. No more formalities my dear. This has been enough for the both of us."
She nodded, and ran into his embrace. He could feel her clutching his back, and thanked Merlin she was safe. Safe from him, safe from that idiot...safe in his arms. He held her tight...he couldn't let go, not ever.
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"Here's your hot chocolate Min. I told you, you would get hot chocolate, so here is your hot chocolate," he walked quietly towards the fire, where she currently lay sprawled underneath a sheet.
"Mmmm, thank you Albus," she smiled. "Though I don't think I really need anything else to keep me warm."
He chuckled as he found his way beneath the covers as well. "Am I doing that wonderful of a job?"
"Shhhh," she whispered, as her hand came to his lips. She rolled over gently, a seductive smile on her mouth. "You can't tell anyone, it's our secret. But yes, you are."
"I love you," he mouthed quietly.
"I love you too." She grinned widely, and kissed him; kissed him long, hard, and with any passion that was left in her system. She kissed him, as if he were the only thing she had ever wanted...and as she had finally realized, he was.
