Twelve Days Of Christmas
Disclaimer: well if I owned any of these characters would I be here on a painfully slow computer writing fanfiction?
Summary: Albus decides to tell Minerva that he cares in time for Christmas, the dilemma is how? (ADMM)
Chapter One: The Plan
"Sreeeeeech", and a second later a large brown owl could be seen crashing to a halt by smacking into Albus' window.
"Oh there we are, I have been waiting for you" Albus said as he quickly recognised the barn owl as the school one he had sent over to Rosmerta to receive the song earlier that day.
Untying the package from a very disgruntled owl over the flying conditions he noticed the interesting shape of the package.
It seems a little large don't you think, surely this is a little bit extreme for a single song?
Feeling more excited then he had in a while, who would have thought this package was his whole plan, a plan to affect his chances with getting his Min to see him as he wanted her too.
Tearing the brown paper possibly a bit too forcefully in his excitement to set his plans in action. The contents fell to the ground with a crash as a result though, with a piece of parchment fluttering down to join the ensemble on the ground. Picking up the round, grey thing, which was the largest item by far in comparison to the others Albus stared at it in puzzlement. He had completely neglected the rule of opening a parcel, always read the letter/card/memo first before looking at the rest!
"What is this? Must be some new ingenious form of technology. What on earth was wrong with the old one, the singing charmed parchment? Honestly since when were things outdated so quickly."
It was then Albus noticed the note that had accompanied the strange new piece of technology.
It read:
Dear HeadmasterI am sorry I had forgotten to mention that the song playing was indeed a muggle song and you need a muggle device to play it on. I of cause have my own much larger muggle CD player, but this one should serve you perposes. I am quick sure you can copy the song onto the normal recording parchment for you mother. Yet so that you can use it now I inclosed my own muggle Discman, some batteries (what powers it to play) and instructions. You can keep it if you want this is my old one.
Merry Christmas
Rosmerta
Well I suppose that explains the round thing Albus mused.
After about an hour of ever increasing frustrated attempts to get the Discman working Albus finally managed to get it right. The strains of Twelve days of Christmas could now be heard through the little speakers that Rosmerta had insightfully also sent with the rest of the apparatus.
Charming the quill to write down the lyrics of the song Albus thought about the Plan some more.
It should start so that the end of the twelve days would be Christmas Eve this meant that it would being on the 13th, well an unlucky day for sure for most people. Albus though was exempt from the 'unluckiness' of these days as he, of cause was born on the thirteenth day of a month. Many times this had proven a useful birth date, especially once when it involved a black cat and jelly, but that's a different story for another time.
The quill dotted the I's and crossed the T's with a flourish as it finished its work. Albus looked over the flowing script and started to make a mental list
One. To transfigure an item into each of these things, something that would change each day into the next thing until all the items on the list were completed.
Two. He would provide Minerva with a letter, and at the end have the list of things. Hmm… even better as each new thing appears each day then more can be added to the list… yes that's a better idea.
Three. Umm Three?? I'll think of that one later over some nice warm hot chocolate.
At the thought of Hot Chocolate Albus called some to his hand from the kitchen's it appeared almost simultaneously.
Now where was I, yes that's right step three, Albus began as he took up his mental list again.
Three. I will let her know that it is I who sent these things to her. And then I suppose the ball is in her court. Although I will not give up without a fight, but lately Albus remembered seeing feelings that did not connect with only friendship in her eyes. Hope flared in his heart, it may have been wishful thinking Albus mused, but he still could not stop thinking just maybe.
Another person in another set of rooms in Hogwarts was thinking along the same lines as our esteemed Headmaster.
Minerva McGonagall also could not help but hope that the desire she had sometimes thought she saw in Albus' eyes was not afigment or segmentof her own mirrored desires.
She the no-nonsense, severe and firm Transfiguration Teacher, Head of Gryffindor and Deputy of Hogwarts was believed to never have a frivolous side. Yet those who knew her best understood that the Façade was just that.
Underneath she was as normal as could be; she had the same mortal worries like everyone else, and was still susceptible to the charm of good-looking men. Or she was until a particularly handsome gentleman stole her heart.
Yes, she was in love with Albus and had been for a while now; the only problem was their friendship. It meant so much to her, and she did not want to destroy it so she had made the decision some time ago not to tell him of her feelings and it was slowly killing her.
It went against her grain to keep things hidden, it was a form of lying and she despised liars, almost as much as she hated those that practised the dark arts, they were the biggest liars of them all.
I must stop these depressing thoughts, honestly I will go stark raving mad! Minerva thought forcefully pushing the memories that the line of thought had surfaced in her mind.
"I am so tired! God it's this late already? I really must be getting some sleep, even though there are only a few more days left of the term and students believe they shouldn't be doing any work, it really doesn't work that way for teachers." Minerva said out loud.
Stifling another yawn Minerva quickly got ready for bed and in the last of her waking moments her thoughts were occupied by lesson plans.
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Some people appear to be a bit confused about their ages. Albus is 50 and Minerva is 39. Eleven years difference isn't that much… my own parents have a ten year difference.
Happy reading to you all!