Author's Notes: Ficlet inspired by the following Death Cab for Cutie lyrics. I'm a huge Death Cab for Cutie fan and was listening to "President of What?" and this idea came to me. Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own neither Harry Potter nor Death Cab - two of my favorite things.
Something's Got to Break You Down
'cause nothing hurts like nothing at all
When imagination takes full control
- "President of What?" by Death Cab for Cutie
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Minerva sighed unhappily; it had been four months since she had seen Albus. Four months had passed since he went to try to defeat Grindelwald. Four months! It felt as if it had been a century since she had seen her love, a century that had lacked gentle kisses and lemon drops. There had been few chess games or smiles on Minerva's part since the day of Albus' departure.
She remembered it clearly.
It had been raining all day. Inside the castle, she had sat on his bed and watched silently him as he packed. She had been filled with the desire to cry out, to tell him to stay. She had known that it would have been extremely selfish on her part, however. They both had both know the wizarding world needed someone to stop this awful izard Grindelwald and they both had both known he was the only one fit for the job. She had not wanted to make it any harder on Albus than it already was. Still, she had wished with all of her heart that he had not had to go. What witch would want her fiancé to slap danger directly on its face?
He had turned to face her, "I know that this is terribly difficult, love."
"Oh, Albus!" she had cried out in a voice chocked with emotion, betraying her silence. All of her worries and fears and hatred of his necessary journey had entered that short exclamation.
She thought about him constantly. She went through every class she taught mechanically, almost in a daze, waiting for him to return safely. She was surprised that the students had noticed no difference in her teaching. She knew that she had been incredibly distracted recently. It wasn't the fact that they were separated that bothered her so much, but that she had not heard from him in nearly six weeks.
She was filled with worries. She knew that Albus was one of the most talented wizards oft their time, but she still worried for his safety. Thousands of awful scenarios had entered her mind. What if something had happened to him? What if he never made it home? It had been six weeks since she had received an owl from him. Was he hurt? Had Grindelwald captured him? Tortured him? What if -- ?
No, Minerva scolded herself. Albus was strong and talented with a wand, so that thought was ridiculous. Ridiculous and absurd. He was arguably the most powerful wizard who lived. Still, the thought pestered her, refused to leave her alone. She hadn't heard anything from him in over two months; it would be a logical explanation for his silence. She wondered. She worried.
What if Albus had been killed?