Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter or any of its Characters, that all belongs to the great JK Rowling. If I did however then I would currently be living in the south of France on a beach eating an endless supply of crumpets and Ben and Jerry's chocolate fudge brownie ice cream… anyway on with the story.
Ok guys, this is my first fanfic so be nice please!
Chapter 1 – Unsuspecting Tragedy
Hurried steps echoed off of thick stone walls as a small, but distinctly female, figure practically flew down the winding corridors with only one destination in mind. Her eyes were shining with unshed tears as grief threatened to suffocate her, but she did not slow. Finally after many twists and turns she rounded one last corner and came face to face with a rather hideous stone gargoyle, and as it took in her hangered face with cold granite eyes, its expression seemed to soften and knowing what she wanted, quickly sprang aside revealing another stone staircase behind.
The spring in her step, which had not withered away with age, came back with a vengeance as she made her way hurriedly upwards and closer to her goal. After what seemed like an age of climbing a large oak door came into view with a brass knocker shaped as a head of a phoenix that could be used to breathe fire at unwanted guests. Not even caring to compose herself, she didn't even bother knocking as she flung open the door that whacked into the wall behind with a loud BANG, exposing the space beyond to her.
Eyes rapidly scanned the space before coming to rest on a beautiful red bird that was crying softly on a perch before moving on again and finally stopping on a lone figure standing facing out of a large floor to ceiling window near the centre of the room.
The figure that had not even flinched by the sound of her loud entrance continued to slowly regard the landscape beyond the room before sighing softly. Slowly then as if not wanting to scare a rather fearful animal turned around to face her.
She let her eyes wander over them starting from the floor where two smart looking black shoes poked out from the bottom of a silk fabric in midnight colour that currently had small stars littering it. This covered the shoulders and fell almost to the floor, a collar of a red shirt poked out from underneath and long white hair and bead framed a kind face lined with age. Frown lines and smile lines were almost evenly distributed on the currently weary looking figure and half-moon glasses were balanced precariously on a large and rather crooked nose that looked to of been broken at least more than three times. The corners of their lips were tuned up slightly in an attempt at a smile, but the effect came out as more of a grimace giving them a distinct look of pain. Perhaps the most remarkable feature of this man would not be his long flawless beard or radicicolous sense of clothing, but his eyes, they shone with undeniable wisdom and a hidden power. Eyes that normally would be accused of 'twinkling merrily' were dull and pained as he locked eyes and gazed back at his intruders face.
"Albus…" the woman chocked out before flinging herself into the man's waiting arms and hiding her face in his chest as she sobbed into his body.
Albus Dumbledore wrapped his arms around his best friend, college and above anything else, wife, before he to buried his face in the crook of her neck and cried for the first time in over twenty years. And Minerva McGonagall-Dumbledore, wife to the great and all powerful Albus Dumbledore, held him and they cried together until the sun came up.