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A/N: Well, it seems to me that people wouldn't mind an epilogue. So, I shall add this little tidbit for those of you who are interested. Love ya all! And sorry this chapter is so short, but I am idealess and I thought it best not to drag it out or anything. You understand, right?

"Minerva… Minerva…" The deputy headmistress woke slowly to the sound of her name being called softly. As her vision cleared, she saw the face of her maid of honor Poppy. "Minerva, it's time." Once the words registered, Minerva jumped out of bed and faced Poppy.

"Oh my gosh, it's today, isn't it?" he cried, a worried look upon her face. Poppy nodded and they both smiled.

"Congratulations, Min, you're getting married today!" she shouted. She jumped up and down and then hugged Minerva tight. "You and Albus are getting married!" Minerva smiled broadly and hugged her friend back. Then, she pulled back and looked at her friend.

"Poppy, what time is it?" she asked.

"Just past eight," Poppy replied. Minerva's eyes grew wide.

"Oh, we have to hurry," she said, rushing to the bathroom. Poppy followed her, picking up the bathrobe her friend threw off. "The ceremony is in five hours and I'm going to need all morning to get ready." When she entered the bathroom, she found Sylvia already in there.

"That's why we're here," she said, holding up a comb and a blow dryer. "Poppy, get the make-up bag…"

Albus Dumbledore stood in front of the Great Hall, where several of their friends and family had gathered. Even Collin Creevy was there, with the Golden Trio and the rest of the Weasly clan. And yet, somehow, their presence didn't seem to comfort him much. He knew he loved Minerva and that she loved him, but he was still scared.

Yes, he, Albus Dumbledore, defeater of Grindlewald, was scared. This was, as he had always heard, the most horrifying experience in his life. Then, the music blared and he knew that this was it… in just less than an hour, he would have the woman he loved by his side, as his wife.

Minerva couldn't believe it. She was now Mrs. Albus Dumbledore… the title she had wanted for so many years. And now that she had it, she felt like she could fly- without the use of a broom.

As the ceremony came to a close, Albus took her hand and pulled her outside and into the front courtyard. There, in the center, was a giant hippogriff, standing proud. Albus quickly and gently lifted her up on its back before climbing on himself.

"Here ya' are, Professor Dumbledore," said Hagrid, handing Albus reigns. It had made Hagrid uncomfortable at first to find that the Headmaster wanted the reigns attached to Greyfeather, Buckbeak's brother, but consented to it anyway. It was, after all, his wedding day, so Hagrid didn't think to oppose him.

"Thank you, Hagrid," Albus smiled. "Be sure to take care of Fawkes while I am gone."

"Aye, that I'll do, Professor," said Hagrid. He waved to him and nodded at Minerva. "Have fun, Professor McGonagall." Minerva had just enough time to smile before Greyfeather took off, taking them away to Paris for a week.

Finalmente…

A/N2: Okay, NOW this is the end. No more… finite. Well, keep an eye out for any other fics I am doing. Enough for this story. Loves to all my reviewers! I am, now and forever more, your devoted writer, Always Hopeful