Hey everyone! I haven't had much time to write in these past few days. I've started tutoring the cute senior foreign exchange student in english so that he can pass the ISTEP (Indiana standard efficiency party? It's a standard test you have to pass to graduate)

on with the show:

in Dumbledore's office

Minerva McGonagoll put her letter to her only love, Albus Dumbledore, safe on his huge desk. She softly remembered her days when he was a young Arthimancy professor and she was a very mature seventh year head girl. She smiled vaguely and walked out of the room.

"I think she's ready." Albus said, lacing his long fingers together as she came apon him and Severus.

"I am ready." Minerva said, setting her jaw firm.

"Are you sure?" Severus asked

"Surer than I'll ever be. I am one hundred and six years old and there is nothing more that I want than to have Hermione here with you to carry on the wizarding world. You have to see that. Besides, she's almost ninety years younger than I am. Come on before I loose my courage."

"Minerva, can I see you for a moment?" Albus said quietly, putting his hand on the small of her back and leading her to the nearest stone gargoyle. "Apple Strudel."

In the veil of shadows

"Severus. Come on, darling. It's so cold here. I love you so much. Please, please hurry." Hermione whimpered as she crouched just behind the veil.

"Hermione?" a soft voice called to her.

"Yes?"

"It's me." the voice said, sounding familiar.

"Who are you?" she asked, shaking.

"It's Sirius, Hermione!" Hermione looked over her shoulder and to the right. She saw a man bathed in bright light standing near her.

"Oh, Sirius, it's you." She cried, jumping up. She raced into Sirius' arms like a little girl again.

"How is Harry?" was Sirius' first question.

"He seems wonderful. I died right after he killed You-Know-Who, damn it, Voldemort"

"Amazing." Sirius breathed, thinking about his Godson. "How's dear old Snivellus?"

at the gates of Hogwarts

"You never told me how you proposed to her, Severus." Minerva said as they began the walk to the gates.

"It was wonderful." Severus had a faint glimmer of a smile on his face.

"So tell me."

"It was on Christmas morning. We were sitting around and we had already opened all of the presents and I finally brought out this little black box. Her eyes got so big when she opened it, I can still see her. It was a family heirloom, a large circle of baltic amber surrounded by triangle shaped canary diamonds. Then I got all choked up, she started crying, I started crying and the rest is history."

"It sounds beautiful. I wish I could have gotten married." Minerva said with a trace of regretfulness.

"Why didn't you?"

"Albus said that it was for my safety. He never wanted Voldemort to know that he had a weakness."

"You lived like you were married, though."

"But I never had that wedding that I wanted to have when I was young. Then, when Voldemort was defeated, Albus proposed and I said that I was too old to marry. I have hair to match my dress."

"You are never too old."

"We have a long way to go. Tell me your refreshing tale of young love. Leave nothing out." Minerva said. She was obviously completely calm about death.

"I suppose I will fulfill a woman's last request." And so he started

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