Minerva was breathing very quickly as Voldemort fell. She couldn't quite believe it, but it was true.
The Dark Lord was dead- although he had dragged Tom Riddle, the man she loved, with him towards wherever he had gone. His body was sprawled out on the grass- tall and somehow majestic, but definitely dead. He was gone- as was Lily Potter, whose task was fulfilled and who had returned to where she came from…
And seven, shocked people stared each other- as did the Death Eaters.
But one woman could not just stand there and watch.
Bellatrix Lestrange, now steaming with rage, her face deformed in anger, stormed forwards, pointing her wand at- at Dumbledore
"AVADA…"
Minerva couldn't think- she could just jump in front of him who -that was so clear, so obvious now!- she loved above all others. With all her strength, she pressed her body against his.
Bellatrix would not take him from her. She had taken Tom so many years earlier- but not Albus, never Albus!
"KEDAVRA!"
Minerva closed her eyes, hid her face in Albus' robes as a green light surrounded her- she waited for the final blow.
Which did not come.
When she, very slowly, and minutes later, dared to lift her head and turn around- she saw-
Nothing.
Hogwarts' lawns were empty, but for the six people behind her and the dead body before her.
Her tears started to fall on that moment, when Albus's hand softly, carefully, touched her shoulder. She lost all control and threw herself into the arms which she'd already craved for before having been born. Albus faintly smiled and whispered.
"It is over, my love. Ravenclaw has made the ultimate sacrifice for Gryffindor. Slytherin is defeated. Your giving your life for me has reversed the spell."
She nodded but could hardly stop crying. She felt ashamed because of it- and yet she simply couldn't stop the thick drops of water from staining her cheeks.
"I have been so- so- so damn scared!"
Albus nodded and held her, while the other five, the students, took care of each other.
Each one of them would never be the same again.
It was the utter truth.
The Dark Lord was dead- although he had dragged Tom Riddle, the man she loved, with him towards wherever he had gone. His body was sprawled out on the grass- tall and somehow majestic, but definitely dead. He was gone- as was Lily Potter, whose task was fulfilled and who had returned to where she came from…
And seven, shocked people stared each other- as did the Death Eaters.
But one woman could not just stand there and watch.
Bellatrix Lestrange, now steaming with rage, her face deformed in anger, stormed forwards, pointing her wand at- at Dumbledore
"AVADA…"
Minerva couldn't think- she could just jump in front of him who -that was so clear, so obvious now!- she loved above all others. With all her strength, she pressed her body against his.
Bellatrix would not take him from her. She had taken Tom so many years earlier- but not Albus, never Albus!
"KEDAVRA!"
Minerva closed her eyes, hid her face in Albus' robes as a green light surrounded her- she waited for the final blow.
Which did not come.
When she, very slowly, and minutes later, dared to lift her head and turn around- she saw-
Nothing.
Hogwarts' lawns were empty, but for the six people behind her and the dead body before her.
Her tears started to fall on that moment, when Albus's hand softly, carefully, touched her shoulder. She lost all control and threw herself into the arms which she'd already craved for before having been born. Albus faintly smiled and whispered.
"It is over, my love. Ravenclaw has made the ultimate sacrifice for Gryffindor. Slytherin is defeated. Your giving your life for me has reversed the spell."
She nodded but could hardly stop crying. She felt ashamed because of it- and yet she simply couldn't stop the thick drops of water from staining her cheeks.
"I have been so- so- so damn scared!"
Albus nodded and held her, while the other five, the students, took care of each other.
Each one of them would never be the same again.
It was the utter truth.