AN: This was written for round six of QL: Write a letter to a teacher/student with the prompts; drag, freedom and gonna make you mine by Gregorian.

I really don't know how I feel about this at all to be honest but this is what I've got.

Word Count: 985

Forever gone like in a bad dream
Come on, I'm drowning in a cold and dark stream

Albus,

While everything is quickly falling apart in the Castle and the Wizarding World as well, I'm sitting in my office, writing this. Firstly, I really don't know why I'm writing this. It's not as if you'll ever be able to read it.

There's just so much going on at the moment and maybe, writing this will be good for me – a chance to clear my head. Merlin knows I need that.

A clear head is the only thing that will keep me sane at this point.

All of this – It feels like everything has changed overnight. In a blink, everything was turned upside down and there wasn't anything anyone could do about it.

But of course, I guess that's just how life works.

There are just some things that you can't change…no matter how much you wish you could. You just have to deal with what happens.

Whether you want to or not.

Of course, we've all be thinking this day was coming since Voldemort returned and the mass break out happened. But now it's not just what ifs, assumptions and wondering, it's real. Very real.

Voldemort has taken over the Ministry and by extension, Hogwarts and the Wizarding World. Muggle borns are being hunted like criminals and death eaters are working in Hogwarts thanks to Voldemort and Severus.

And it's not as if I have the power to stop the Carrows or the Slytherins from doing what they want. All I can try to do is pick up the pieces of their aftermath. I've watched so many first years – first years for Merlin's sake – being tortured and not able to stop it.

But that doesn't stop me from feeling useless not being able to protect these students like I should. You've always know what needs to be done and what should be done, but now that you're gone and I don't know what to do.

Perhaps, I just worry too much. I'm even worried about students that I haven't seen for the past few months…

Potter and his friends haven't returned to Hogwarts and I don't think the Weasley's even know where they are. I'm not sure they even know what they're doing. Wherever they are and whatever they're doing, I sure hope they're okay.

I don't blame Potter for not returning of course. He would definitely just be turned over to them as soon as he set foot on the Hogwarts Express. And with the Muggle Born Restriction Ban, it makes sense that Ms. Granger wouldn't return; she couldn't even if she had wanted to. I'm sure that Mr. Weasley has gone with them because it's always those three, isn't it?

Hopefully, they know what they're doing. Whatever that may be….

Sometimes I wonder if this is all just a bad dream and by some miracle, I'll wake up. What I wouldn't give to go back to before that June night. The night before everything fell apart and things changed. That wouldn't change anything though would it?

Maybe everything would just end up exactly how it is now. Wishing we could go back and change it, won't do anyone any bit of good. It'll just add more stress to an already stressful moment.

Things are like they are and we're just going to have hope that things will work out for the best. But I haven't the slightest idea how or when that'll happen. And I don't know if things will get worse before they get better.

But something tells me that all of this is going to get worse before it gets better. That's the case with anything major isn't it? I keep flashing back to the first Wizarding War and I can't help but wonder whether or not history will repeat itself.

I've started to think that all of this is going to end in a battle – A large and dangerous battle.

I know one thing, I can't give up. I won't give up and I'm certain everyone else on our side won't as well.

If it comes down to it, we'll fight. Until the very end.

Minvera.

Albus,

It's over.

It's finally over.

Voldemort's dead.

Sometimes I can't believe that. It doesn't seem real.

I keep wondering if something else is going to happen. I keep glancing over my shoulder when I think I hear something…That might take some getting used to – not looking over my shoulder with every move I take, that is.

I was right – it ended in a battle, right inside Hogwarts. The Death Eaters showed up looking for Potter after he returned. The Castle's wrecked and it'll take some time to repair everything.

But at least it's over and we can all relax. We no longer have to live in fear.

We're free.

We're also planning a memorial on the grounds for all the lives that were lost in the battle. It'll be a nice jester for all those innocent lives – they deserve it.

Minvera.

Albus,

It's been nineteen years since the war ended. Everything has slowly returned to as normal as things will ever be again. Even if it's felt like the years have dragged on.

It still feels strange, being in what used to be your office. I sometimes talk with your portrait and it's like you're still here. You were a great friend and colleague and I do miss you at times.

I've already had the pleasure of having James Potter, along with his partner in crime, Fred Weasley in my office off and on. Of course, I really didn't expect anything less from one of Harry Potter's children and George Weasley's son.

And if there's one thing that I know for sure, the next few years will be interesting and eventful. What, with all the Weasley children that are going to start Hogwarts. Let's just hope their adventures in Hogwarts aren't as eventful as those of their parents.

Minvera.