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A/N: Um, don't ask me where it came from…because I sure as all bugger don't know. This rabid little plot bunny just came into my office, and proceeded to attack my ankle until I wrote this. Please don't shoot me.
I can hear the students whisper in the halls. They all say that I lost more than a coworker the night that Albus was killed by our former Potions Master. Well they're half right. I did lose more than a co worker that night. I lost a friend. My dearest friend. My lover, my husband, and the father of my child. Oh yes. I have a child. A daughter. She is at Beauxbatons. She's set to graduate this year. We were going to make a special trip just for the occasion. Now she will do it with out a father. She has her father's eyes and hair. Both unmistakable, which is partly why she is not here with us. She's safer away from us right now. She's going to be devastated when she hears the news. Her father is gone, and there is nothing that can be done about it.
We all knew it would happen some day. It was just a matter of time before it became neccessary for the greater good of the Wizarding World. We just hoped that we were wrong. There's nothing wrong with hoping. Except that when it doesn't happen, we're still disappointed.
But I digress. I said they were half right. I did lose more than just a coworker that night. Though not the friend and lover they assume. You see I am not, as many assume Minerva McGonagall-Dumbledore, I am Minerva McGonagall-Snape.
I married Severus only 6 months after he graduated. The relationship was forbidden. I was old enough to be his mother, and I was his teacher. That didn't stop love. We began our relationship near the end of his sixth year. He had decided not to go through with joining the Death Eaters, and didn't have anyone to talk to, so he came to me. I was a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, and someone to call a friend when the rest of his world turned against him.
In hindsight it was probably the best time of my life. Now I sit alone and cry because I know my husband won't be returning to me. That he did what he had to do to ensure my safety, and the safety of Harry Potter. I cry, but I also hope. I hope that Potter wins, that Severus is clever enough to live until this is all over and his name can be cleared, and that my daughter will see her father again. Like I said, there's nothing wrong with hoping.