A/N: This story is sad..very sad..Just a warning...
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The Tears I Cry...
She layed there against the wall, sobbing her eyes out and shaking with fear, yet not one real tear would come. Dry were the eyes of the reven-haired woman in the Astronomy Tower. She shook with fear of what she didn't know, but it was what she did know that frightened her - her mind, her heart - her very soul. The tears she longed to feel run down her cheeks, run down her dry face, wouldn't come. No matter how hard she tried to let her feelings out, no matter how hard she tried to cry, she couldn't. Her feelings refused to show on the outside. Emotions held back for so long, for so many years, that they refused to show now...
He had almost left her-almost-at the defeat of him-the defeat of Grindelwald.
FLASHBACK
Grindelwald lay on the battle field, bleeding from his neck, head, mouth and other parts of his body. The battle seemed like it had lasted for hours for both men. But now, now Grindelwald lay, dead, his neck broken, hexed to death and finally defeated.
Albus was nowhere to be seen and Minerva looked frantically for him. She was about to give up and let her soul slip away-let darkness covet her mind and end it all-when there he lie. Albus' chest was rising and lowering slowly. He was covered in blood, his own and that of his opponent.
The 27-year-old witch knelt down beside the slowly breathing auburn-haired man and held his head to her chest, "Stay with me, Albus, stay with me..."
He managed a weak smile for her and then closed his eyes. For a moment Minerva panicked, but he continued to breathe so she calmed herself. Albus rested, and as he slumbered, Minerva stroked his face, thinking somehow that would keep him breathing...
END FLASHBACK
And now-now was the end of another war. Another unhappy ending. But this time the enemy had killed her, but left her alive to feel the pain. Voldemort had taken her life's meaning from her.
Dark had covered the light and now she had nothing. Nothing was exactly what she had said to him. There were a thousand times she could have told him-a thousand times she could have said something. And a thousand times her fear had taken her courage away from her and told her no. And now, now it was too late to take back what might have been. Now it was too late to say I'm sorry and start over. This time there was no starting over. Her chance, her last chance, the only chance was gone.
Albus Dumbledore was dead.
From then on, her soul was gone. No, Minerva McGonagall had not come in contact with a dementor, no that wasn't the captor of her soul. All of the light, warmth, kindness and all of her everything had been buried with him only hours before-before now, where she sat, on the hard stone floor of the Astronomy Tower, sobbing her eyes out.
Now the tears would come, and they ran freely, unashamed, down her skin.
There's no reason for me now. No reason for this. all of this. No reason for anything. Not for anything at all. Her mind, her heart, her love, her everything was gone.
Albus Dumbledore is dead.
The End
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