A/N: Now before you read this story I know about Dumbledore's outing. Yep that's right he's gay and I am going to use that for this story, just be patient.
Together At the End of All Things
Albus Dumbledore funeral came to and end, but Minerva was not ready to leave yet. She took a moment to glance over at Harry who was the last person with Albus. And for a moment Harry looked back at her. She quickly looked back at the grave. Minerva could hear him walking up and then felt him sit beside her. "Hello Harry."
"Hello, Professor."
They sat there in silence just staring at the grave. Soon it was just Harry and Minerva left. Minerva glanced at Harry and he looked at her. "Is there something you need, Potter?"
"No, Professor. I'm just sitting."
Minerva smiled a small smile. She looked back at the grave to see a cloaked man there on his knees. His hooded head was bowed and Minerva did not need to see his face to know who he was. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Harry watching the stranger with curiosity and a small amount of protection if the stranger dared do anything to the grave.
"Easy, Potter." Harry looked at Minerva. "Let him have his moment."
"Do you know him?"
"Aye, I do."
Before Harry could ask anymore someone called his name. He excused himself and walked back to the castle. Minerva continued to sit there until the cloaked man stood up. He turned to her and dropped his hood. There before her stood an almost exact replica of a young Albus Dumbledore (Except without a beard). He slowly walked towards her and then dropped to his knees again.
He placed his head in her lap and began to cry softly. Minerva gently stroked his hair and tried to comfort him. Eventually her regained his composer and looked her in the eyes. "I'm sorry I missed the funeral."
"That's alright young one."
He laughed a little, "I'm not so young anymore."
"To me always."
"I'm sorry, Mother."
"For what?"
"For not being there for him, I could have-"
"No one could have done anything for him. Even if you two were at peace and you wanted to help, he would not have taken you. Whatever he did, what ever happened was between Harry and himself."
The young man nodded. "Was that him? Was that Harry?"
"Yes."
"So he's going to save the world."
"I suppose in a fashion, but we all know that another dark wizard will eventually rise up again. Too much good in the world unbalances it."
The young man stood and looked up at the castle, "Do you want me to stay and help you pack his office?"
"No, I have to do that my self."
"Mum…"
"Adrian." She whispered.
Adrian sighed, "Fine, I'm going to go see Uncle Abe."
Minerva shook her head, "He might not want to see you."
"I don't care." With that he walked towards Hogsmeade. Minerva slowly stood up and walked towards the grave. Kissing the lips of the marble Dumbledore she whispered, "Good bye, my love."