Chapter 21-Harry: A missing piece of the puzzle-
Harry turned and glimpsed McGonagall bolting back towards the castle. He was kneeling where he had been kneeling for the past hour or so. Dumbledore was at his side...
McGonagall slowed and stopped a few yards near Harry. Harry looked into that care-worn face of hers, into her eyes, and realized that it was not shock or even pain reflected in them. It was fear. She was afraid to know of who's broken body lay beside Harry.
She approached slowly, hesitantly, knowing that someone's poor soul was lost. Harry knew she could see the robes; they were in sight. He also knew that she could see the somewhat tangled silver beard, but she did not stop her painstakingly slow and cautious journey towards Dumbledore.
McGonagall came closer to Dumbledore, and Harry, fearing intrusion, backed away quickly as McGonagall suddenly feel to her knees. Tears started falling down her angular face that was usually so uptight and stubborn. All of that had suddenly vanished from her face when the tears began falling. The tears fell into Dumbledore's hair, nevertheless, McGonagall stayed unbelievably silent, despite the fact that her chin was quivering uncontrollably.
Harry thought he could feel no worse but he was wrong. McGonagall abruptly picked up Dumbledore into a hugging embrace while silently, McGonagall began to shake with grief-stricken sobs. Slowly, Harry realized that McGonagall loved Dumbledore! Harry had seen enough; he could not bear to linger on something that was meant to be private. He got up to leave, but McGonagall suddenly called him back.
Being quite startled that McGonagall had even registered that he was there, Harry quickly turned around and lanced at McGonagall, who was gently and lovingly, placing Dumbledore back on to the ground.
McGonagall stood up, "Harry, I want you to tell the friends of yours that were counted in this battle to go up to the Hospital Wing," she said, with no quaver nor sob watering down her voice as she continued, "Also, tell the Order members to go up too."
"Ok," responded Harry indifferently and softly as he turned around to go up into the castle; feeling more sorry for McGonagall than for anyone he had ever known in the whole sixteen years of his life. Not only was the love of her life gone, there was no one left for her to seek comfort from, now that Dumbledore...was gone.