Authors Note: I do hope everyone had a lovely Christmas. Mine was looooong. Went to midnight mass, than went to breakfast with a priest, seminarian and a friend(Sounds like the beginning of a joke doesn't it...)Anyway, I hope all of yours went well. Now in this season, I think it is time for love to blossom for Alby!! Please review, it gives me superhuman powers to complete this long story. And of course, everything is owned by the great and just fandamntastic J.K. Rowling.
Memory 2:Making Plans
I do not believe anyone but Severus and I could tell they were planning something. The three always had their heads together, muttering, their eyes darting to make sure no one was close enough to hear them. It really didn't take legilimency to know that. Perhaps it was because he had seen both James and Charles do it as well. Remarkable how alike they were. It seemed so long ago that I was just like them. Elphias and I, heads together, making fun of Professor Fortescue's obvious wig or Gellert and I...It had been awhile since I had thought of Gellert. How many hours did we spend together? How many hours did we spend, pouring over books, looking for that missing link...Walking back to my office I sit down behind my desk. A new copy of 'Transfiguration Today" lay on the desk. Picking it up I begin to flip through the pages.
Nothing really seemed to sink in. Gellert...how long has it been since I honestly thought of him, besides the duel that is. It seemed every few months I was asked to relive that duel. I always tell what happened. I tell about about the fury of the spells going back and forth, the look in the eye, the climax and the end. But of course they don't know the whole story. Only Aberforth knew all of it. How, like that sweet boy, Harry and his friends, Gellert and I had our heads together, planning, researching and...love. I can feel emotion flood me. How could I still love him? After all these years, all the deaths...and...Ariana. I allow my eyes to flicker across the page as I try to control myself. A loud bang makes me jump slightly. Ah...Severus, looking as displeased as ever.
"Why do I have to deal with that boy?" He snarled. I had to resist rolling my eyes. I did not look up. Every day for the past month Severus stormed in here, demanding that Potter not take potions, that Potter be kept away from him. Severus started again, now pacing back and forth. "Already, he has shown he is simply a clone of his father. His friends and he are up to something, no doubt. They saw my leg after Halloween, poking around as they do. But Potter...mediocre, arrogant as his father, a determined rule breaker, delighted to find himself famous, attention seeking, impertinent..."
I know if I let him go on he will just go on and on...and on. Without taking my eyes from the magazine I calmly respond. "You see what you expect to Severus, other teachers report that the boy is modest, likable and reasonably talented. Personally..." I knew this would make Severus's blood boil, "I find him and engaging child." I turned the page slowly, and remembering that I needed something from him I ask, "Keep and eye on Quirrell, won't you?"
Severus made a grunt of agreement and stormed out. I wonder, does he still love Lily like he did? Is he like me? Still in love with someone who never loved back? With a sigh I lay down the magazine and walk over to my pensive. I withdraw my wand...Gellert's wand and draw a memory. Putting it in the pensive, I give it a shake and look it...Gellert and I, in my old room in Godric's Hollow...a pile of books surround us. I let myself fall into the memory...remembering what it was to love him and again without the guilt.