A/N: Nothing belongs to me. Dedicated to Minxiegal for hitting me on the head.
It was not much, just three simple blood red roses on the alabaster tomb. To an ordinary observer, nothing was out of the ordinary. Until you factor in the fact that it was on the grounds of Hogwarts, and there was minute words engraved on the tomb:'Albus Dumbledore, a loving father and friend.'
Minerva McGonagall, and her two children, had in fact been the persons who placed the roses there. Albus Dumbledore's death had torn a hole in her heart, and when she heard from Harry that it was Snape that had killed him, hatred beyond what men have ever felt grew in her. He meant the world to her. He was her light, her guide; through the darkness that enveloped them. He was her strength, her inspiration, and the object of her deepest affections.
Arinna stirred, her eyelids fluttering. Beside her, Tancred, her twin, lay still in a perpetual slumber. Never once did Minerva McGonagall regret having the children. To her; it was the perfect testament of their love.
A light, gold, shimmering aura formed slowly in the room, coalescing into Albus Dumbledore.
"Albus," she breathed, drawing a shaky hand across his features, "how??"
"Our love is enough."
A/N2: Please R/R. The evil ruler of the universe said so.