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The teacher at Hogwarts for 30 years, she had never missed a day of school. Even as a child she had put great stress on learning and education.
Too much, she thought now. She wished she had spent less time studying and more time with her friends. Especially one. The handsome, green eyed boy who she know missed terribly.
He had been courageous and wonderful and… She could go on about him for a long time. She mourned him everyday, now that he was gone. Dead. Killed. The world still sent shudders through her.
And brought tears to her eyes. Today, she finally had let them out in awful, gut wrenching sobs.
Today was the day that the would've been married, 29 years ago. But instead of putting flowers in her hair and a white dress on, she found herself in black silk, mourning.
She and his best friend were some of the only mourners. Everyone else had been too scared to come. His best friend had seemed to take it worse the she, herself, had. But, now 30 years later she was laying on a bed sobbing and he was out watching a quidditch match.
He was headmaster as school now. She knew she would've never believed that 30 years ago. Now, though, he was wise and smart and funny. A little crazy, some said, but craziness and genius go together.
Sighing, she stood up and went to a sink. After quickly washing her face, she went slowly to the door. A quidditch match was soon starting and she had an obligation to be there. Her house was playing ravenclaws.
She turned toward the door, and was about to open it, when it flung open in her face. "Are you alright, Minne?" the headmaster inquired.
"Oh, I'll be fine. It's just…" she answered quietly
"I know what day it is."
"I wish he was still here."
"He is, in spirit. And we're here, so his memory is still alive. As is our young seeker."
"I was about to go to the game. Odd, isn't it, how alike they are?"
The headmaster nodded and escorted her to the game. They were just in time to see their star player, Harry Potter, catch the snitch.
"Good game, Minerva."
"Indeed, Professor Dumbledore. I believe someone may have masterminded this from above."