A/N: I'm serious about this! Totally serious! This is the BEST pairing of Dumbledore and ANYONE, as much as I like McGonagall... poor Minerva... but this is NOT HUMOROUS!!! My alter ego, Clarice Verenstien, put it as humor- *glares*- but it's NOT!!!!! Grrrrr...
Disclaimer: The plot is mine. If you don't know who the characters are, where have you been LIVING since Harry Potter came out????
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Albus Dumbledore stood on his balcony, leaning against the wrought-iron railings. A light breeze played with his beard, lifting and tossing the silver-white strands against his purple robes, but he only stared out into the silence of the night. Below him, the Forbidden Forest lay, stretching dark into the night, and the reflection of the moon glimmered in the lake, undulating with the wind-birthed waves. It was autumn, and piles of fiery red and orange leaves hid in the shadows beneath the half-bare trees. He knew all this, and so did not notice it. But there was one thing he did not know: from the forest, something was watching him.
It watched silently, a tear creeping down and landing with a soft splatter on the leaves. On the balcony, Dumbledore turned, stretching out his arms into the unknown. "Oh love, love, wherefore art thou love!" he cried passionately into the night. And then he wept, tears gathering in the creases of his face and falling far, far, far to the earth at the base of the tower.
It was sad. Sad and lonely. It hadn't meant to reveal itself, but those tears were just too much. And so, rumbling with sadness, it trundled out into the clearing. Dumbledore looked down, and his eyes widened. The tears stopped. "Halt!" he cried. "Who goes here?"
It hadn't expected this. Shyly, it whispered back, "A friend." Dumbledore nodded, and with a flick of his want, It was on the balcony with him.
"Who-who are you?"
"I'm- call me Blue. I belonged to the Weasleys..." the car said, trailing off. "I've been living in the forest."
"You poor thing! In the forest???" Dumbledore asked, shocked. "Here, come inside!" Opening the French doors, Dumbledore lead Blue into his room. "Here, you can- sit- here." Blue nodded shyly and sat, in the manner of cars. "Tell me about yourself."
"I came here with Harry Potter and Ron, Ron Weasley, but we crashed into that big tree with the spinning branches. I had amnesia for a while, and my motor had gone horrible wrong. When I remembered who I was, and where I came from, I was in the middle of that big forest, surrounded with huge spiders. I was afraid somebody'd hurt me, so I stayed there. But just yesterday, a crazy centaur came and scratched me here-" he indicated his headlight- "and I got scared so I came out and I've been just outside here since..."
Dumbledore gasped. "How terrible! Here, let me take a look at that wound..." He leaned forward, touching the scratch gingerly, and then the two were captured, looking into each other's eyes and headlights. For a long second, the world seemed to whirl around them, and they were the only beings in the universe. Then, with a gasp, Dumbledore backed away.
"I love you," whispered Blue.
That night they cried together.
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A/N: Boo hoo hoo. *sniff*