Stories of the Hogwarts Sisterhood
Disclaimer: Athena belongs to me. As for the rest, see "What can I do to forget about the love between us" (why the hell did I make such a long title..)
Ships: AD/MM
Note 1: Ok, like what Freelancer said: My fic, my rules. So instead of 80 years older than Minerva, I make Dumbledore to be 8 years older than her! *grins*
Note 2: Since Dumbledore is 25 years old here, so I am going to make him to be as wild as possible
To flamers: If you want to flame my fic, I have two nasty words for you. If you don't want to hear it, get the hell out of here.
Rated PG for a bit of swearing
Thank you for all your reviews!
Gross Reality: Shut the fucking hell up.
Dedicated to my friends in the Albus/Minerva group-Thank you for consoling me.
Chapter 7: Feelings
"Minerva, how can you and Wood do that in front of your daughter?" Poppy demanded later that day in the common room. Athena was nowhere to be seen and Mandy had gone to find her. Wood had gone to his Divination lesson. "Don't you know how hurt she is?"
"Then what about me? I'm hurt too." Minerva whispered. "Do you know what did Dumbledore tell me?"
"What?" Poppy asked.
"We have a quarrel." Minerva started.
"Let's see, your detention..." Dumbledore said as he sat on his desk. "Hmm...Ah!" He smiled coldly. "Polish all the trophies and medals in the trophy room at Saturday. Without magic."
Minerva's mouth dropped open. "But there are hundreds of trophies and medals in that room!"
"I don't care."
"And there's a Quidditch practice on Saturday...."
"I don't give a damn about that either." Dumbledore snapped, got off his desk, went to his seat and sat down. He took out a form. "This is a detention form. Fill it in and hand it to me. Now." He ordered and started to gather his students' essays.
Minerva sat down and took out her inkbottle and quill. "I can't imagine that I will be your wife in the future." She mumbled and started to write.
"What?" Dumbledore asked, pretending to be surprise.
"Err, I mean...." Minerva started.
"I can't imagine that I will be your husband in the future either." Dumbledore interrupted.
Minerva stopped writing. "What did you say?"
"I say...." Dumbledore started.
"How do you know about that? You know about Athena too, don't you? You know who she really is, right?" Minerva demanded, jumping up from her seat.
"Of course I do. But I don't think that you remember that little fact." Dumbledore said.
"What do you mean by that?" Minerva asked and marched to his desk.
"You are going steady with Jonathan Wood. Don't you know how upset our daughter is when she sees her mother flirting around with another boy who is not her father?"
"I'm not flirting!" Minerva exclaimed, her blood was boiling inside her. "And do you know what? Maybe she is not your daughter, who knows the future?"
"For Merlin's sake! Why can't you admit that she's mine?" Dumbledore shouted, slamming his students' essays on his desk. He upset his inkbottle but he doesn't care. "She has my eyes and hair colour, you are just trying to change the future by going steady with someone else, no matter if it is Wood or William or Don or Nicholas or even Malfoy. Do you know how dangerous it is? She will not exist in this world if you continue to be with Wood! Or maybe you don't care a bit, she comes from the future after all!"
"Are you saying that I am not a good mother?!" Minerva asked angrily.
"Well, from what I can see during the party in the common room after the Quidditch match and today's lesson, yes!" Dumbledore roared.
Minerva went speechless. Then she cried: "From what I can see, Albus Dumbledore, the way you behave indicate you are not a good father either!"
She ran out of the classroom and Dumbledore didn't stop her.
"How the hell did I end up with him?" Minerva said, wiping away her tears. "He actually accuses me for not being a good mother! Maybe I should find Athena..." She said and got up from the chair.
"W-wait a min, Minerva, let Mandy to talk to her, you will probably make things worse." Poppy said gently.
Minerva nodded and sat down. "I still don't get it, how did Dumbledore and I get together? We don't even like each other.."
"Nonsense, Albus likes you." A voice said and the girls turned around.
"A lot." Don added and William nodded.
"Don? William?" Poppy asked.
"Now I know why Albus said that Athena is not your cousin, Minerva." William said and dropped down on a chair. "Athena is your daughter, right?"
Minerva nodded slowly.
"No wonder there's a strong resemblance between you and her and her eyes look way too much like Albus'." Don said.
"When did Dumbledore say that?" Poppy asked.
"Last night, after his..." William counted his fingers. "3rd glass of sherry."
"He drank three glasses of sherry?" Poppy asked with her eyes widened.
"Not really, he also drank 1 glass of vodka and 2 glasses of gin." Don said with a weak grin.
"But we only see him drinking pumpkin juice during feasts and parties!" Poppy exclaimed. "No wonder he will drunk."
"Why did he have to do that?" Minerva asked softly.
"He just wants to forget about you and Wood." William said.
"Huh?" Minerva asked blankly.
"He likes you and he can't bear to see the girl he likes being friendly with someone else." Don shook his head. "Poor guy."
Minerva rubbed her temples as if they hurt. "I am so confused."
"What is there to be confused? Albus likes you, you and Wood likes each other and...." William started.
Minerva shook her head. "When Jonathan took me into his arms, I didn't feel comforted. I felt weird, as if I don't like to be in his arms....I felt...guilty. And I wondered what would Dumbledore say if he sees me in Wood arms...."
Poppy raised her eyebrow. "You care...."
"Huh?" Minerva asked again.
"You care about Dumbledore's feelings!" Poppy exclaimed.
Minerva looked blank.
***
"Hey girl." A voice called and Athena looked down from the thick tree branch where she was lying on.
Mandy grinned up at her. "Good hiding place. Are you okay?"
"Fine." Athena lied.
"Liar." Mandy accused.
"Okay, not really." Athena admitted. "I can't bear to see my mother like this."
"Didn't you say Oliver Wood never tells you that his grandmother is your mother?" Mandy asked.
"I did." Athena said shortly. She sighed and sat up. "I think he never tells me is because he thinks that I will die of shock if he tells me. You know, I have been looking forward to be his twins' best friend once they are born; now I am not so sure. Of course I don't have to worry about that, I am still struck in your time now. "
"I'm sure that you are Albus' daughter, you even have his eyes." Mandy said. "Hey, why don't you try to get your parents together?"
"I can?" Athena asked, jumped down from the tree and landed perfectly in front of Mandy.
Mandy blinked and recovered quickly from her surprise. "Sure. Come on, let's go back to the common room and think of a plan."
Disclaimer: Athena belongs to me. As for the rest, see "What can I do to forget about the love between us" (why the hell did I make such a long title..)
Ships: AD/MM
Note 1: Ok, like what Freelancer said: My fic, my rules. So instead of 80 years older than Minerva, I make Dumbledore to be 8 years older than her! *grins*
Note 2: Since Dumbledore is 25 years old here, so I am going to make him to be as wild as possible
To flamers: If you want to flame my fic, I have two nasty words for you. If you don't want to hear it, get the hell out of here.
Rated PG for a bit of swearing
Thank you for all your reviews!
Gross Reality: Shut the fucking hell up.
Dedicated to my friends in the Albus/Minerva group-Thank you for consoling me.
Chapter 7: Feelings
"Minerva, how can you and Wood do that in front of your daughter?" Poppy demanded later that day in the common room. Athena was nowhere to be seen and Mandy had gone to find her. Wood had gone to his Divination lesson. "Don't you know how hurt she is?"
"Then what about me? I'm hurt too." Minerva whispered. "Do you know what did Dumbledore tell me?"
"What?" Poppy asked.
"We have a quarrel." Minerva started.
"Let's see, your detention..." Dumbledore said as he sat on his desk. "Hmm...Ah!" He smiled coldly. "Polish all the trophies and medals in the trophy room at Saturday. Without magic."
Minerva's mouth dropped open. "But there are hundreds of trophies and medals in that room!"
"I don't care."
"And there's a Quidditch practice on Saturday...."
"I don't give a damn about that either." Dumbledore snapped, got off his desk, went to his seat and sat down. He took out a form. "This is a detention form. Fill it in and hand it to me. Now." He ordered and started to gather his students' essays.
Minerva sat down and took out her inkbottle and quill. "I can't imagine that I will be your wife in the future." She mumbled and started to write.
"What?" Dumbledore asked, pretending to be surprise.
"Err, I mean...." Minerva started.
"I can't imagine that I will be your husband in the future either." Dumbledore interrupted.
Minerva stopped writing. "What did you say?"
"I say...." Dumbledore started.
"How do you know about that? You know about Athena too, don't you? You know who she really is, right?" Minerva demanded, jumping up from her seat.
"Of course I do. But I don't think that you remember that little fact." Dumbledore said.
"What do you mean by that?" Minerva asked and marched to his desk.
"You are going steady with Jonathan Wood. Don't you know how upset our daughter is when she sees her mother flirting around with another boy who is not her father?"
"I'm not flirting!" Minerva exclaimed, her blood was boiling inside her. "And do you know what? Maybe she is not your daughter, who knows the future?"
"For Merlin's sake! Why can't you admit that she's mine?" Dumbledore shouted, slamming his students' essays on his desk. He upset his inkbottle but he doesn't care. "She has my eyes and hair colour, you are just trying to change the future by going steady with someone else, no matter if it is Wood or William or Don or Nicholas or even Malfoy. Do you know how dangerous it is? She will not exist in this world if you continue to be with Wood! Or maybe you don't care a bit, she comes from the future after all!"
"Are you saying that I am not a good mother?!" Minerva asked angrily.
"Well, from what I can see during the party in the common room after the Quidditch match and today's lesson, yes!" Dumbledore roared.
Minerva went speechless. Then she cried: "From what I can see, Albus Dumbledore, the way you behave indicate you are not a good father either!"
She ran out of the classroom and Dumbledore didn't stop her.
"How the hell did I end up with him?" Minerva said, wiping away her tears. "He actually accuses me for not being a good mother! Maybe I should find Athena..." She said and got up from the chair.
"W-wait a min, Minerva, let Mandy to talk to her, you will probably make things worse." Poppy said gently.
Minerva nodded and sat down. "I still don't get it, how did Dumbledore and I get together? We don't even like each other.."
"Nonsense, Albus likes you." A voice said and the girls turned around.
"A lot." Don added and William nodded.
"Don? William?" Poppy asked.
"Now I know why Albus said that Athena is not your cousin, Minerva." William said and dropped down on a chair. "Athena is your daughter, right?"
Minerva nodded slowly.
"No wonder there's a strong resemblance between you and her and her eyes look way too much like Albus'." Don said.
"When did Dumbledore say that?" Poppy asked.
"Last night, after his..." William counted his fingers. "3rd glass of sherry."
"He drank three glasses of sherry?" Poppy asked with her eyes widened.
"Not really, he also drank 1 glass of vodka and 2 glasses of gin." Don said with a weak grin.
"But we only see him drinking pumpkin juice during feasts and parties!" Poppy exclaimed. "No wonder he will drunk."
"Why did he have to do that?" Minerva asked softly.
"He just wants to forget about you and Wood." William said.
"Huh?" Minerva asked blankly.
"He likes you and he can't bear to see the girl he likes being friendly with someone else." Don shook his head. "Poor guy."
Minerva rubbed her temples as if they hurt. "I am so confused."
"What is there to be confused? Albus likes you, you and Wood likes each other and...." William started.
Minerva shook her head. "When Jonathan took me into his arms, I didn't feel comforted. I felt weird, as if I don't like to be in his arms....I felt...guilty. And I wondered what would Dumbledore say if he sees me in Wood arms...."
Poppy raised her eyebrow. "You care...."
"Huh?" Minerva asked again.
"You care about Dumbledore's feelings!" Poppy exclaimed.
Minerva looked blank.
***
"Hey girl." A voice called and Athena looked down from the thick tree branch where she was lying on.
Mandy grinned up at her. "Good hiding place. Are you okay?"
"Fine." Athena lied.
"Liar." Mandy accused.
"Okay, not really." Athena admitted. "I can't bear to see my mother like this."
"Didn't you say Oliver Wood never tells you that his grandmother is your mother?" Mandy asked.
"I did." Athena said shortly. She sighed and sat up. "I think he never tells me is because he thinks that I will die of shock if he tells me. You know, I have been looking forward to be his twins' best friend once they are born; now I am not so sure. Of course I don't have to worry about that, I am still struck in your time now. "
"I'm sure that you are Albus' daughter, you even have his eyes." Mandy said. "Hey, why don't you try to get your parents together?"
"I can?" Athena asked, jumped down from the tree and landed perfectly in front of Mandy.
Mandy blinked and recovered quickly from her surprise. "Sure. Come on, let's go back to the common room and think of a plan."
