Like a whisper on the passing wind, the cool breeze on her cheek. It seems surreal, the short, sharp tone, telling her to stay. "It's too dangerous!" he cried at her, just before he left. The woman smiled a bitter smile. Too dangerous indeed. Look where did it get him. Thrown into the dark cold abyss known as death. The dangerous work had finally done him in. She told him years ago, that this continuous dance with death would ultimately lead them to the final showdown. However, she understood. He had to do what he had to do, and so did she. She knows that he chose the path because he fully believes in its cause. She believes in his ability to do what he has to do. She believes in the cause he adopted. She believes that he would survive this war with her. She believes that the darkness would one day be gone. She believes that he would be back with her one day.
A thin white figure stepped out from behind the tomb, enveloping her in his warm embrace. She leant into his touch, savoring the moment.
"Albus…" She breathed, "You're back."
Minerva McGonagall believes in miracles.
Done for a contest at the hideaway