Chapter Two:
Minerva had married Sam when she was nineteen. It was a hurried, private affair but she never regretted it. Thrust into the muggle world, unable to go back, Sam had been the one who offered her unquestioning love and had accepted her silence about another life with a bright smile. She would always be grateful to him and she had in fact learned to love him.
He had given her a chance when all the doors were closed on her face, had healed her wounded soul and given her a home. She delighted when he asked her to marry him- it meant that she was finally moving on, that the whole mess she left behind was over. She threw herself into marriage, becoming a model and loving wife and even felt herself grow to love him.
She had no idea just how much she loved him until the day he died. The neighbour had knocked on her door in tears and told her between sobs that Sam had been killed by the post office- a car had lost control on the tight bend. Minerva had rushed to him, wand hidden up her sleeve- the muggles might not have been able to save him but magic might be able to and she wasn't going to question her using it. By the time she reached the village and pushed her way through the crowd, one look and she knew that no magic could help him.
While she could not remember much of the day, such as which neighbour told her about her husbands death, she could remember everything as she looked upon the body of her savoir. His body was twisted in a heap, dark, claret blood oozing from him. His face though was still, untouched, his skin smooth and pale, his eyes blue and clear. By his face, there were no signs that he had suffered any pain and she was glad for it. He didn't deserve pain, he didn't deserve death. Such a kind and generous man had never lived before and she doubted would after him.
Now that the funeral was over and the crowds had gone, Minerva thought about Albus's words. He always knew what to say, it was as if they had never spent any time apart at all. She had written to him, when she found herself alone and waiting to bury her husband and he had come within minutes. She was grateful and surprised- after the way hat they parted, she hadn't been sure that he would reply at all. But he hadn't spent a moment away from her since and she wasn't sure how she would have gotten through it all with out him.
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