Minerva wakes up the next morning with a happy feeling in her heart. Albus is still next to her. She sits up a little bit and watches Albus. She knows she is very lucky to be here having survived three wars in her lifetime. She rests her chin on her knees and thinks. Something should be done to honour those who died in the final battle at Hogwarts. An owl raps on the window carrying a Daily Prophet. Minerva hops out of bed, collects five knuts, opens the window, lets the owl in, puts the coins in the pouch it carries, and takes her newspaper. She's glad to see the world is still turning as it should despite the destruction around her. Minerva unrolls the paper and goes to sit against the headboard. Her eyes immediately well up with tears when she notices on one side of the paper a narrow column listing all those who were lost in the war. There are too many yet again. Throughout the three wars she has lived through far too many people have died and it has happened again.
She conjures up a pot of tea, a cup, and a couple of Ginger Newts. She looks at the brilliant photograph of Harry from the end of the battle, bloodied but still standing. Minerva notices that Rita Skeeter has written the article and she is instantly sceptical of it, but as she reads she gets happier. The article is well written and not at all critical of Harry. For once Ms. Skeeter is only praising Harry for his bravery and his rescuing of the wizarding world. She sips her tea and munches on a cookie.
Albus groans and rolls his face into his pillow as he wakes up. He slept better with Minerva sleeping next to him than he has in a whole year. Minerva smirks as she looks down at Albus. He always did hate waking up in the morning. He always did hate waking up in the morning. Minerva runs her hand up and down Albus' back. "It's a beautiful day and I got the newspaper. Is there an article somewhere in here about you coming back to life?" Minerva asks cheekily.
"No, there isn't, but I shouldn't wait long to tell people. The minister will be here to see you today, I expect, and if he sees me he will be very surprised. I should go over to the Ministry today and sort everything out with the Minister." Albus murmurs tiredly.
"You don't have to do all that today, Albus. You need to sleep and relax. The Minister will keep. Why don't you take some time for yourself?" Minerva asks gently.
"I've taken a whole year for myself, learned to relax, and waited for Voldemort's demise. Now's not the time for selfishness. I need to remember that I came back to be with you and I cannot do that unless I prove I am still alive. Harry is going to need help and so are many others. I hope they all come back and finish their schooling. This has had a much more positive outcome than we could have imagined." Albus sits up against the headboard and reads over Minerva's shoulder.
Minerva conjures up a cup of tea for Albus and passes it to him. "Rita Skeeter actually wrote an excellent article about the battle. She was very accurate and full of praise. I'm quite impressed with the job she did." Minerva leans back against Albus' chest.
"Well, she had to get it right eventually." Albus says casually as he sips his tea.
Minerva chuckles at Albus.