Peace is taken so much for granted.
Title: Peace is taken so much for granted.
Character(s): Minerva McGonagall/Tom Riddle
Prompt: anachronism
Rating: R
Word Count: 378
Summary: What could (should) have been.
Author's Notes: None.
Anachronism -- a·nach·ro·nism -- (ə-nāk'rə-nĭz'əm)
Noun.
What could have happened?
Will you marry me? asks Tom when he is finally a seventh year and Minerva has left teaching school and they are young, too young, but too in love not to consider the question. He doesn’t expect her to say yes because she is too practical but she says yes, and so they are married.
There are three children and there is no time to wage war and there is no time for Tom to lose his place or lose his head or lose his good looks. Voldemort? Minerva laughs when she reads the notes tucked in his textbooks. Who was that?
Nobody, and they make love so Tom can forget.
There is so much potential in him, and he is Minister before he is thirty-six, and Minerva is Headmistress and Dumbledore is gone, forgotten; He was a talented wizard, but Minister Riddle is surely the greatest in centuries is what they all say, and Minerva is Mrs. Riddle and the children are ashamed that their mother runs their school and their father is minister, but inside they are fiercely proud as well.
This is the anachronistic tale of their romance; it is heated and there is good sex and there are long fights and there is even a moment when Tom heads down the highway, head bent against the rain-I am never coming back-but he does, because when Minerva lets her hair down, she is beautiful, just beautiful-and he loves her.
Besides, what would the papers have to say?
And he tells her the story of the orphanage, and the stories of the cliff, and the rain, and Dumbledore sitting in his bedroom in bombed out London, and Minerva kisses his face until the kisses are like rain, and he cries into the crook of her shoulder, and then it is official-I’ve melted your everything, she says with satisfaction, and it is true.
And peace? Peace is taken so much for granted.
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Character(s): Minerva McGonagall/Tom Riddle
Prompt: anachronism
Rating: R
Word Count: 378
Summary: What could (should) have been.
Author's Notes: None.
Anachronism -- a·nach·ro·nism -- (ə-nāk'rə-nĭz'əm)
Noun.
- The representation of someone as existing or something as happening in other than chronological, proper, or historical order.
- One that is out of its proper or chronological order, especially a person or practice that belongs to an earlier time.
What could have happened?
Will you marry me? asks Tom when he is finally a seventh year and Minerva has left teaching school and they are young, too young, but too in love not to consider the question. He doesn’t expect her to say yes because she is too practical but she says yes, and so they are married.
There are three children and there is no time to wage war and there is no time for Tom to lose his place or lose his head or lose his good looks. Voldemort? Minerva laughs when she reads the notes tucked in his textbooks. Who was that?
Nobody, and they make love so Tom can forget.
There is so much potential in him, and he is Minister before he is thirty-six, and Minerva is Headmistress and Dumbledore is gone, forgotten; He was a talented wizard, but Minister Riddle is surely the greatest in centuries is what they all say, and Minerva is Mrs. Riddle and the children are ashamed that their mother runs their school and their father is minister, but inside they are fiercely proud as well.
This is the anachronistic tale of their romance; it is heated and there is good sex and there are long fights and there is even a moment when Tom heads down the highway, head bent against the rain-I am never coming back-but he does, because when Minerva lets her hair down, she is beautiful, just beautiful-and he loves her.
Besides, what would the papers have to say?
And he tells her the story of the orphanage, and the stories of the cliff, and the rain, and Dumbledore sitting in his bedroom in bombed out London, and Minerva kisses his face until the kisses are like rain, and he cries into the crook of her shoulder, and then it is official-I’ve melted your everything, she says with satisfaction, and it is true.
And peace? Peace is taken so much for granted.
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