Chapter 2 - Inner Turmoil
Both Albus and Minerva got little to no sleep that night as they sat grieving for their friends, and when morning came nether wanted to move from their small pity party on the couch in Albus's personal quarters. How they had got in there from the spot in front of the window in his office the night before they did not know and right now did not really care either. Neither wanted to move from the small comfort they could draw from each other but both knew they had to face the world as certain things now needed to be sorted out.
So with that despite what their hearts were telling them their heads once again over ruled and after looking deep into each other's red and puffy eyes they sighed, and then in unison drew their wands and with a quick flick their rumpled clothes from yesterday transfigured into two new sets of neatly pressed robes.
Sighing once more they untangled themselves from one another and stood up and with one last quick peck on the lips, strode with new purpose towards the fireplace in the living area before throwing in floo powder calling in their destinations and disappearing with a flash of green flames. The only evidence of their sorrow, the puffiness around eyes and the still remaining wet tear tracks down their faces.
Something had just rocked the wizarding world and things would probably never be the same ever again. Most were absolutely overjoyed by this news and most people were taking this time to celebrate. For others however this day would also go down as one of the worst in their lives for the price that was payed for this miracle was for some, too high.
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore normally cut quite the opposing figure and radiated a warmness and power to those around him, but not today. With bloodshot puffy eyes, clearly the result of a long bout of crying, usually flawless beard and long main of white hair tangled and matted he did not attract the same kind of response as normal.
Instead of acquaintances all rushing to shake his hand and wish him well, most present covered in fear as his magic pulsed ominously around him as he stalked along through the auditorium of the Ministry of Magic. Peoples shocked faces at his appearance followed him as most wondered what the most powerful wizard in the world was so upset about, in their minds they had won and that was all there was too it really.
Not to him though. As he and his wife Minerva McGonagall-Dumbledore hurried along their thoughts were still in turmoil about this whole event. They couldn't quite comprehend the matter.
James and Lily Potter just couldn't be dead. Not two such loving people. Why them? Of course both knew why them, but neither wanted to believe anything yet until it was confirmed by the Minister of Magic, Millicent Bagnold.
Several long and nauseating lift rides later they darted along the final corridor before coming face to face with the Ministers Sectary, an ex-Hufflepuff student, Beatrice Jennings. Her eyes widened comically as she saw her two old professors enter her office and she spluttered for a few seconds before regaining her decorum.
"P-professors… its, well it's wonderful to see you both again" she managed but in a uncommon display of rudeness they did not even acknowledge her and instead brushed past her and went right on through to the minister's office beyond. Not even registering her indignant calls to come back and the minister was no to be disturbed.
Dumbledore lead the way and knocked quickly and loudly before then throwing open the door without waiting for a reply, and walked straight on in…
A/N – So guys I hope you are enjoying this so far and I hope I am keeping you in suspense. And I do love a cliff hanger… sorry about that, but I hope you will continue reading to find out all.