warning: mild cursing
Mcgonagall's letter
You are gone.
God damn you, Albus.
We're a pair, you and I. A pair in the eyes of our students. So tell me, love, how Hogwarts can run when it is only half of itself? I am strong, yes, and the students have been nothing but utterly supportive. Ms. Weasley has taken to a very composed air, she and 'Dumbledore's (or should I say Potters?) Army showing complete confidence in me in public and oh so strong when I am among them.
But I feel so empty. So empty, even with my new confidant flooing in to see me soon. Harry knows, dearest, and he has since made it his duty to fire-call me every few days. And blast it all, in that time he has yet to tell me anything about whatever the bloody mess he's doing is. I knew you and that young man in the same castle was going to be bad news….and now I know I was right. If the world found you infuriating at times, Harry is positively unbearable as far as his cryptic answers go..
Bad news…the world is full of bad news, isn't it? Hogwarts has now only 40 students, the country and her allies are in a state of panic ( the Americans have closed their magical borders, and France has deported half it's magical popular because they were all or partly foreign-blooded). And Severus…
Oh, Merlin, I cannot go on….how could you ever believe him, Albus? How dare you of been so kind, so forgiving, so you. Did Quinn Grindelwald's betrayal not tell you that some are born sour-hearted?
I'm sorry, that was below the belt….
But I'm still crying, still praying for the boy...no the prophecy….to do what it was said to do. I won't even think about the darker possibilities….
Your ever-loving wife,
-Minerva Catarina Dumbledore
Headmistress