Thank you beautiful people...your reviews are such encouragement. Thanks and kudos to McLau who translated "Drinks" into Latvian, very cool. I wrote this prompt today because my mom is at the doctor's right now having a strange lump examined...we're praying that it is not breast cancer. If you could keep her in your thoughts/prayers I would really appreciate it. Thanks, miss mcGonagle/childminerva


#10 Years

Minerva McGonagall looked up into the gentle eyes of her healer and listened as the woman gave her an update on her health status. It had been over a year since Minerva had been attacked by four Stunning spells and had been rushed to St. Mungo's Hospital. So much had happened since that time, including the death of her husband. Minerva had not wanted to come in for a check up, but as she had been in a state of shock since Albus's murder, her friends had been able to coax her into almost anything.

Healer Sloan smiled and reassured Minerva that her prognosis was fine.

"You shouldn't have any more problems from those stunners," she told Minerva. "They slowed you down for awhile, but you're a strong witch, one of the most powerful around if you don't mind me saying so Professor, and you still have many more years ahead of you."

But who will I share them with? Minerva thought bitterly, but out loud she said, "Thank you, may I go now?"

The healer nodded and Minerva left the hospital room quickly. Outside stood Remus Lupin, who had offered to accompany her to her appointment.

"Everything okay?" he asked as they walked towards the magical elevators.

Minerva gave a quick nod and led the way into the empty elevator that had opened for them.

"A witch or wizard's life expectancy is directly proportional to the level of his or her magical power," she told Remus in a toneless voice.

"So?" Remus looked at her quizzically, wondering what she meant by that comment.

"So, the stunners left no lasting impact upon my health and I have years and years left to live, being such a powerful witch," Minerva told him, unable to keep the bitterness from her voice.

Remus heard the bitter tone and saw the tears that were forming in her eyes and slid an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. Minerva let her head fall forward onto his shoulder and whispered softly, so that Remus could only barely hear her words.

"I wonder if it's possible to die of a broken heart."