A/N: She was a Phantom of Delight by William Wordsworth used for inspiration
She was a Phantom of Delight
Albus Dumbledore stared into his wife's eyes.
She was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen despite being eighty years of age.
He remembered when he had first seen her after she had finished her years at Hogwarts. It was at the Ministry's Christmas Ball.
She was the most beautiful creature. She had grown and matured into a beautiful young woman.
She wore robes of a deep red that clung to her curves in the most seductive way.
Since he had taught her when she was at Hogwarts he struck up a conversation with her. He had found her well read, enchanting even but she seemed to be so 2-Dimensional, as if there was nothing more important to her then finding a man.
She danced as if the night would be her last and was happy, a smile always upon her face.
It was however the first night of many.
They started to spend time together, both day and night, learning about one another.
Albus began to see Minerva as more human. He saw beneath her beauty, she was no longer just a spirit but a woman too.
She began to become more realistic to him.
Knowing each other as they did they made the choice to marry.
They shared many good times but also many sad ones.
As the years passed Albus began to see her as a woman, a mere mortal like him.
A woman who was always watchful, strong and thoughtful.
She was the perfect woman, even with her faults, and despite being a woman she would always be his spirit.
His angel.
It was however because her end was near that he was now in this situation.
He was renewing his vows with his love because she was in the throes of dying.
So he had taken, as his vows, the poem by William Wordsworth, a great English poet.
As she finished her own he looked deep into her eyes and said,
"She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament;
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like twilight's too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay. -
I saw her upon nearer view,
A spirit, yet a woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. -
And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A being breathing thoughtful breath,
A traveller between life and death;
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a spirit still, and bright
With something of angelic light."
Both were starting to tear, their love for each other had changed so much, it had changed until the only feelings left were ones of pure and profound love.
They were so engrossed in each other that they almost did not hear the Minister declare them, once again, man and wife.
Knowing what was to come Albus leant down until he could reach his wife's lips and kissed her, so gently, so sweetly.
As he stood once more he looked at her, his eyes full of love and pain.
She was suffering, that was why she was bedridden, yet she still put on a smile for him for she knew that he would need her to be strong until she no longer could.
For once she was gone it would be their love which would help him carry on.
The End
A/N: Okay didn't really turn out how I wanted but things don't always
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