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Part 3 : Minerva's despair

23th August 1944, 7:30 p.m

Since that night, in May, Albus had wanted to see her. It was an incredible force pushing him towards her He had known his attraction to her for years, had known of his feelings for her for months and ever since that night when he had come just thinking of her, he had know he was utterly completely definitely addicted to her.

He wanted to see her. And not only because of his addiction to her. He wanted answers. Answers that she alone could give him: what exactly was the pendant she had given him ? How did it worked ? Was it the cause of his addiction to her ? Could it work in the other way too ? He sighed. Surely she knew this. He had recognized the ceremony as an old pagan one and he knew her grandmother had been the last druidess of Scotland. Yes, she surely knew what this was all about...

But, would she tell him ? They weren't exactly "close" anymore. He hadn't been there for her graduation, still kept at the hospital, but he could have sent her an owl to tell he was proud of her, to tell her something,... When her grandmother had died, last month, he could at least have sent his condolences... He hadn't. He had believed that if he stayed too close to her, he would end up doing something rash, VERY rash, and she sure, didn't deserve something like that...

But now, everything had changed. Armando had asked him to take someone as apprentice for the two following years and, of course, she had seemed the ideal choice... So, now, he was heading to her London's flat, to ask her to become his apprentice for the two upcoming years. And he soooo wanted her to be near him. He shook his head, took a deep breath and entered the building.

23th August 1944, 6:30 p.m

The sun was setting and its last rays were filtering through the curtains, giving the room its only lighting. Minerva was laying on her sofa, her head weary, her eyes dull, her hair a mess, she wore only a large purple PJ she had bought because it reminded her of him.

She sighed. She didn't know whether he was dead or alive. She didn't know whether her magic had protected him. All she knew was that he hadn't been there, next to her during the latest most important times of her life. He hadn't even WRITTEN for Merlin's sake!!!

Now, more than ever, she missed him. Oh! How she missed him!!! Not to be able to breathe in his smell of cocoa and lemon, not to be able drown herself in his blue poles, not to be able to hear his voice... For her, it was torture, excruciating pain, in a word : HELL.

Actually, perhaps he was alright, in Hogwarts. Perhaps he just didn't want to see her ever again because of the kiss or the vision, perhaps he was just trying to avoid her... She didn't know.

Her despair, her sadness, her angst, it all was increasing the excruciating pain she felt in her chest. It was as if her body was torn apart and her heart, shattered to pieces. A single heavy teardrop made its way from the corner of her eye to her lips, an then, she began to sob heavily, hugging her pillow, lying down in foetal position.

23th August 1944, 7:30 p.m

She didn't know how long she cried her heart out, or whether she had fallen asleep or not. All she knew was that when she opened her eyes, the room was dark as well as the sky. She quickly sat up and dried her cheeks. She sighed sadly again and leaned back on the sofa.

Suddenly, she heard a knock at her door. She nearly jumped out of her seat and practically ran to the door. Taking a deep breath, she nervously opened the door, to...HIM.

Minerva let out little strangled cry and she jumped in his arms, nearly making them both fall on the stone floor. HE was there, Albus Dumbledore, "HER" Albus, the very man she was in love with... He had come back to her.

TBC...

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