DUMBLEDORE
I looked out on my student body with pride. Oh how they had grown. I stood up to make my speech. It was the same one each year. Each year however, I managed to add special meaning to my words. The young would have a merry time in the village or the castle. I remembered my Valentine's Day at Hogwarts best when I was a seventh year. Even then my teachers hinted discreetly about how promising I was. It was that year that I found my wife...
I woke up early with the rest of the three boys in my dormitory. We all combed our hair especially well and attempted to make ourselves look good. Ezra Potter, my good friend, did not succeed in this very well. His jet black hair stood up messily as usual. He grumbled, his light green eyes flickering.
We made our way down, listened to ole Filtonks, the headmaster, speak about Valentines day, and then went to meet our girls. I didn't have a girl. I just tagged along close to Emma Patterson. I had a major crush on her.
Her long strait black hair that went down past her waist. Her curves that made me desire her all the more. She walked alone with her head down. I sidled up next to her.
We had never talked before. We chatted, went for a butter beer at the three broomsticks, that was then ran by Madame Rosmerta's great-great- grandmother.
We then went to a café called Madame Valla's. There we snuggled. She kissed me and I kissed her back. It was wonderful. We got our own private room. Oh the passion!
Ten years later we married. Then 2 years after that, she and her child died in childbirth. I resolved never to marry again. Emma was my life. My sunshine. We had our own special world going and when she died, that special world died with it...
I sighed. Dismissing the students was always an anticipated activity. I enjoyed seeing the exuberance of them leaping out of their chairs and rushing toward the entrance hall.
"You may go. Enjoy yourselves!"
There was a mad scramble in which a lot of people got stepped on or bowled over by those larger than them. Professor Flitwick, my dear friend, was laughing joyfully.
On normal Valentine's Days I would go to my office and do normal things. But this was not normal. This day would have been my and Emma's 50th anniversary. Yes, I was now 77.
The majority of the staff table went up to supervise the 1st and 2nd years in their party that was always held in 3 gigantic rooms. Since I was feeling lonely, I climbed the winding stair and entered the trap door to the divination professor's classroom.
"Ah, Dumbledore, I sensed you would be coming." Sybil said, making her voice soft and mystical.
"Yes, Sybil." I grinned. "You are coming down with me from this self- imposed prison that is filled with incense. We are going to the village, and we are going to have a jolly time by order of the headmaster."
Sybil was still a beauty. At 65 years old she was the second oldest educator at Hogwarts. She looked 35. Her hair was still a soft light brown from her using magic, and her skin was wrinkle free. When she had first come to the school 13 years ago, I admit, I had thoughts of seducing her.
"Headmaster, I have not left the castle in 3 months. It would be most unseemly for me to leave now on a day where the spirits of love wander free, forcing people to abandon their old thoughts and have inklings of romance."
"Nonsense."
Supposedly no one could apparate on school grounds. Even the clever Miss Granger did not read the text carefully enough to realize that Headmasters, and their company, were permitted to. I lunged forward and grabbed Sybil's hand. We heard a loud pop and seconds later we were standing in Zonkos joke shop in Hogesmade.
"Dumbledoooooreeee!" Sybil wailed.
I silenced her false cry with a look of joy. She grumbled but waved her wand so her purple sitting robes were now robes of pink with falling hearts like mine.
We smiled and set out of the joke shop together, noticing George Weasely and Katie Bell, both students of ours, standing near the exploding toffees. Once we were in an alley where we were hidden from prying eyes, Sybil pulled me gently against her and kissed me. Even at the age of 77 I could still feel the radiance of a first kiss.
"Valla's, Dumbledore?" Sybil inquired slyly.
"Of course my dear. No private rooms, but we can keep a watch on Hogwarts students getting too friendly. We only had a girl who got pregnant during her 4th year! It was awful. She chose for us to apply an abortion charm but we had to notify her parents."
"My dear Headmaster, life is tough."
My heart swelled with rememberance of Emma and how she used to say that, but instead of Headmaster, she called me Alb, short for Albus.
To be continued...
Ok, the next chapter will be the final chapter. My muses were not quite kind to me on this chapter. I have written 3 chapters just today, so I will start on the final one this night or tomorrow. The end I warn you is probably going to be rated R. No kiddies please. Thank you for reading, please R&R. And remember, last chapter will be up definitely by June 1st.
I looked out on my student body with pride. Oh how they had grown. I stood up to make my speech. It was the same one each year. Each year however, I managed to add special meaning to my words. The young would have a merry time in the village or the castle. I remembered my Valentine's Day at Hogwarts best when I was a seventh year. Even then my teachers hinted discreetly about how promising I was. It was that year that I found my wife...
I woke up early with the rest of the three boys in my dormitory. We all combed our hair especially well and attempted to make ourselves look good. Ezra Potter, my good friend, did not succeed in this very well. His jet black hair stood up messily as usual. He grumbled, his light green eyes flickering.
We made our way down, listened to ole Filtonks, the headmaster, speak about Valentines day, and then went to meet our girls. I didn't have a girl. I just tagged along close to Emma Patterson. I had a major crush on her.
Her long strait black hair that went down past her waist. Her curves that made me desire her all the more. She walked alone with her head down. I sidled up next to her.
We had never talked before. We chatted, went for a butter beer at the three broomsticks, that was then ran by Madame Rosmerta's great-great- grandmother.
We then went to a café called Madame Valla's. There we snuggled. She kissed me and I kissed her back. It was wonderful. We got our own private room. Oh the passion!
Ten years later we married. Then 2 years after that, she and her child died in childbirth. I resolved never to marry again. Emma was my life. My sunshine. We had our own special world going and when she died, that special world died with it...
I sighed. Dismissing the students was always an anticipated activity. I enjoyed seeing the exuberance of them leaping out of their chairs and rushing toward the entrance hall.
"You may go. Enjoy yourselves!"
There was a mad scramble in which a lot of people got stepped on or bowled over by those larger than them. Professor Flitwick, my dear friend, was laughing joyfully.
On normal Valentine's Days I would go to my office and do normal things. But this was not normal. This day would have been my and Emma's 50th anniversary. Yes, I was now 77.
The majority of the staff table went up to supervise the 1st and 2nd years in their party that was always held in 3 gigantic rooms. Since I was feeling lonely, I climbed the winding stair and entered the trap door to the divination professor's classroom.
"Ah, Dumbledore, I sensed you would be coming." Sybil said, making her voice soft and mystical.
"Yes, Sybil." I grinned. "You are coming down with me from this self- imposed prison that is filled with incense. We are going to the village, and we are going to have a jolly time by order of the headmaster."
Sybil was still a beauty. At 65 years old she was the second oldest educator at Hogwarts. She looked 35. Her hair was still a soft light brown from her using magic, and her skin was wrinkle free. When she had first come to the school 13 years ago, I admit, I had thoughts of seducing her.
"Headmaster, I have not left the castle in 3 months. It would be most unseemly for me to leave now on a day where the spirits of love wander free, forcing people to abandon their old thoughts and have inklings of romance."
"Nonsense."
Supposedly no one could apparate on school grounds. Even the clever Miss Granger did not read the text carefully enough to realize that Headmasters, and their company, were permitted to. I lunged forward and grabbed Sybil's hand. We heard a loud pop and seconds later we were standing in Zonkos joke shop in Hogesmade.
"Dumbledoooooreeee!" Sybil wailed.
I silenced her false cry with a look of joy. She grumbled but waved her wand so her purple sitting robes were now robes of pink with falling hearts like mine.
We smiled and set out of the joke shop together, noticing George Weasely and Katie Bell, both students of ours, standing near the exploding toffees. Once we were in an alley where we were hidden from prying eyes, Sybil pulled me gently against her and kissed me. Even at the age of 77 I could still feel the radiance of a first kiss.
"Valla's, Dumbledore?" Sybil inquired slyly.
"Of course my dear. No private rooms, but we can keep a watch on Hogwarts students getting too friendly. We only had a girl who got pregnant during her 4th year! It was awful. She chose for us to apply an abortion charm but we had to notify her parents."
"My dear Headmaster, life is tough."
My heart swelled with rememberance of Emma and how she used to say that, but instead of Headmaster, she called me Alb, short for Albus.
To be continued...
Ok, the next chapter will be the final chapter. My muses were not quite kind to me on this chapter. I have written 3 chapters just today, so I will start on the final one this night or tomorrow. The end I warn you is probably going to be rated R. No kiddies please. Thank you for reading, please R&R. And remember, last chapter will be up definitely by June 1st.