Albus sat in his office alone. It was after 2 am, and he really should go to bed, but he sat as his desk, thinking. He had just planned his death with Severus. He knew now that he had less than a year to live. While Albus saw death as the next great adventure, he was more worried about the loved ones he was going to leave behind. He sighed and reached into his desk drawer for a lemon drop. He caught sight of a photo album and pulled it out also.
Albus started to flip through the album, which was full of his favorite pictures. He chuckled at old memories every so often. The photos were in no particular order. Minerva had told him he really should organize it, but he had never gotten around to it.
The old headmaster turned the page, coming across a picture from the best day of his life: his wedding day. He was holding hands with his gorgeous bride after the ceremony. The couple was glowing with happiness. It had been a very small affair, but it had been a wonderful day. This had been over thirty years ago, and they were still happily married. He was as deeply in love with Minerva today as he was then. They had been through a lot together: two wars, Umbridge and fudge, the loss of many friends and family members, Minerva being hit by four stunning spells, and so much more. Only their love had gotten each other through the bad times. However, they had plenty of good memories as well including picnics, romantic dinners, the birth of their beloved child, their travelers, and visiting with family and friends.
Minerva was his rock. He didn't know how he would have survived all these years without her. He knew his death would break her heart, and that tore at him. He seriously considered not going through the plan for a moment, but how else would Voldemort be defeated? She was strong, but he still didn't want to leave her behind. He had to do what he had to do though. They would be together in the next life. Still, that time between, would be hell on both of them. Minerva would still have their child to live for.
He remembered telling Harry, "Love is the power the Dark Lord knows not." Love was very powerful. Minerva and him had a bond that was unbreakable. He would gladly die for her in a heartbeat. In a way, he would be doing so. Throughout their marriage, he had been terrified for her safety. Only a few very close friends knew of their marriage because of this. They had never planned on having children for this reason, either, but accidents happen. Still, love had kept both Albus and Minerva going over the years. Their love would never be broken, and Minerva would still feel his love, even after he was gone.