Tears escaped her eyes as she watched the young man through the window. He was an attractive young man with wild dark hair who she now knew was on a mission to disappear. She stood at the window watching for what seemed to her just mere seconds before she could no longer see his retreating form.
Minerva held up the parchment that she found on her desk penned by her favorite student. She feverently started reading the letter once again, hoping beyond all hope that she could figure out where he was fleeing to.
Professor McGonagall,
I am lost. I no longer know who I am and what I shall do with my life. Voldemort is dead and with him, so is my purpose in this life. I am leaving to find myself. There are few who I am writing and currently there is no person whom knows where I will be going…
I know that you will become Headmistress and you are one of the most trusted women in my life, and as such I have left copies of my memories of all of my endeavors from the beginning of Hogwarts to the downfall of Voldemort. I beg you to only show those who must know about the perils that transpired against Hermione, Ron and myself. Now that you know exactly what I have been through and what I have done, I beg you to make sure that nobody goes looking for me. I will keep you informed as to my well-being and if, at some time I am ready to see people I believe you will be one of the first to know my location.
I will return to see my godson and I will do my utmost to teach him about how wonderful his parents were. I do not know when I will return but I promise, eventually I will.
Harry
Minerva had no idea where Harry was going. She was worried and frightened for the young man that had survived against all odds. Deep down, she knew that he would find exactly what he was looking for. She just hoped that he would keep his promise to return, not only to the Wizarding World, but to her.