Just a short sweet story. Minvera/Harry pairing.
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The first thing I saw was the Great Hall. At first I was confused, but I soon realized what had happened. I closed my eyes in remembrance of the night before. The pain that had seized my heart still seemed to linger. My fingers traced over my chest, seeking the source. "Minerva?" I opened my eyes at the worried voice and found myself facing a ghost of an old man.
"Do I know you?" But the old man seemed to not hear me. Instead he floated toward me and touched my cheek. The touch confirmed my fears. I had died. And I was now a ghost. But what was more important was the ghost in front of me. "How do you know me?"
The man looked at me, his hand still on my cheek. And only than did I realize that he had wiped a tear from my face. But than he stiffened slightly and removed the hand. He winced before saying. "Minerva, it's Harry. Harry Potter."
I was shaking my head before I knew what I was doing. "That's not possible. Harry Potter is only an adult, certainly not a ghost of an old man."
This man's eyes, which did have a strange likeness to Harry Potter's, filled with pain. But his voice was calm and assured. "I have been dead for about 10 years now. You... we..." The man cleared his throat. "This happens to you every now and then. You lose your memories as a ghost. It's been almost 2 years since the last time it happened." I am shaking my head, but he continues. "You can clearly remember the night before you died," he came closer and pressed his hand right where the pain had originated. I froze. "But you can't remember us."
"Us?"
His other hand slid into mine. "Yes." He pressed his forehead to mine. "Us. And I promise I will be here for you, despite your confusion." Than I felt his lips against mine, and somehow it felt right.
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