I shall see you again soon, I expect, Professor McGonnagal, he had
said, just a few hours before. 'Yes, Albus,' she thought mirthfully, 'we
both know what you expect.' As if on cue, there came a knock at the door.
Minerva rose and opened it. Just as she had expected, the Headmaster stood
in the corridor.
"Good evening, Minerva," he smiled pleasantly.
Life was so much simpler now that they had let a few people in on their relationship. After discovering that Severus Snape already knew, they thought it best to tell Sprout and Flitwick. The three of them were the only ones who had a good chance of seeing Albus in this corridor. The only person who could not find out was Poppy. She would never let them hear the end of it, in her own little way, and there were always a few clever students who would get four when adding two and two. Altogether though, the past year had been much safer, well as safe as it could get with You-Know- Who at the height of his power.
Of course, that was all different now. The infant Harry Potter had been able to stop him, somehow, but only at the cost of his parents' lives. Minerva knew she would always miss James and Lily. She was pulled out of her reverie by Albus's hands massaging the tension out of her shoulders. She sighed as she felt her muscles relax.
"I knew you'd be sore after sitting on that wall all day," he half scolded her.
"I suppose you would've rather had me setting off shooting stars like Dedalus Diggle?" she mocked him. He laughed, gently. Albus knew how much James's and Lily's deaths bothered her.
"They would want us to be happy." Albus replied.
"I know," she sighed, knowing he had won. "I suppose there will be more festivities tomorrow," she said.
"Why wait until then?" he grinned.
"I suppose you want me to start now?" she said dryly, but only half- disapprovingly.
"That was the general idea." He was right. There was no time like the present. Who knew what the Death-Eaters might do after the shock wore off? She had a reason to celebrate now. Voldemort was dead. Harry Potter lived. What more reason did she need?
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"Good evening, Minerva," he smiled pleasantly.
Life was so much simpler now that they had let a few people in on their relationship. After discovering that Severus Snape already knew, they thought it best to tell Sprout and Flitwick. The three of them were the only ones who had a good chance of seeing Albus in this corridor. The only person who could not find out was Poppy. She would never let them hear the end of it, in her own little way, and there were always a few clever students who would get four when adding two and two. Altogether though, the past year had been much safer, well as safe as it could get with You-Know- Who at the height of his power.
Of course, that was all different now. The infant Harry Potter had been able to stop him, somehow, but only at the cost of his parents' lives. Minerva knew she would always miss James and Lily. She was pulled out of her reverie by Albus's hands massaging the tension out of her shoulders. She sighed as she felt her muscles relax.
"I knew you'd be sore after sitting on that wall all day," he half scolded her.
"I suppose you would've rather had me setting off shooting stars like Dedalus Diggle?" she mocked him. He laughed, gently. Albus knew how much James's and Lily's deaths bothered her.
"They would want us to be happy." Albus replied.
"I know," she sighed, knowing he had won. "I suppose there will be more festivities tomorrow," she said.
"Why wait until then?" he grinned.
"I suppose you want me to start now?" she said dryly, but only half- disapprovingly.
"That was the general idea." He was right. There was no time like the present. Who knew what the Death-Eaters might do after the shock wore off? She had a reason to celebrate now. Voldemort was dead. Harry Potter lived. What more reason did she need?
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