Minerva McGonagall laid on the lumpy mattress content for the moment as she gazed out the window into the early morning sky above Muggle London. It was a gloomy, rainy morning but that was fine with her. It matched her uneasiness, her depression, just fine.
The Wizarding World had been destroyed or at least that's how she viewed it. Voldemort had won the Battle at Hogwarts nearly five years ago and had taken over the Ministry of Magic completely shortly afterwards. There was no puppet Minister of Magic in place now. The self proclaimed Lord Voldemort was the new dictator of Magical Britain and his Death Eaters controlled everything. A handful of the resistance had managed to escape, Minerva had been one of them, but they were hunted down mercilessly. As of last night, Minerva and her sleeping companion were the last two left. Neville Longbottom and Hermione Granger had been killed on a raid yesterday. Her heart had been devastated but nothing like she imagined her companion felt.
She glanced to her right and saw the wizard sleeping fitfully. His messy black hair peeking out from under the blanket. She scooted against his quivering form and gently caressed his arm as she buried her head in the crook of his other arm. He tightened his arm around her which caused a tender smile to appear on her face. He mumbled in his sleep which she responded with gentle caresses and soothing words. His movements stilled and his breathing evened out as he fell back to sleep. Nightmares were all too common for them nowadays and they had figured out how to sooth each other relatively quickly.
Minerva looked at the sleeping form of Harry Potter and smiled despite their situation. This young wizard had suprised her during the resistance movement. He had fought Voldemort's forces bravely and then at the safe house he had fought her personal resistance. The young wizard had been determined to have her in his bed regardless of their age differences and any other factors she could think of.
It had taken him just over six months to break her resolve but he managed it. It had been a stormy week outside and they had been trapped inside in the safe house by too many sightings of Voldemort's followers. Harry had found her making strategy plans in her bedroom. He had found her at a weak moment and had pounced on her. She could still remember that first kiss and how she had became breathless by it. "Please Minerva," he had whispered. "Let me have you," he had pleaded. And in a moment of weakness she had!
Minerva smiled as she remembered how the wizard had played her body expertly. She had never felt so alive, so loved before. When she had discovered she had been his first, she had gaped at him. He had fulfilled her every need, physically and emotionally, so she had assumed he hadn't been a virgin. She had slept in the same bed as him since that night much to the suprise of their friends. They sought comfort from each other in the Voldemort controlled hell the world had become.
"Morning beautiful," his sleepy voice greeted as he pressed a kiss to her lips.
Minerva wrapped her arms around him and deepened the kiss. She knew Voldemort would eventually catch up to them so she always made sure he felt her love for him. Their arrangement wasn't just about mutual lust or comfort, they had fallen in love with one another. Minerva doubted they would have ever found each other if Voldemort had fallen at the Battle of Hogwarts. She would have kept Harry at a safe distance and that would have been a travesty. She loved this young wizard more than she had anyone else in her life. He stroked her passions like no one else and he made her feel beautiful, sexy even.
Minerva moaned when she felt her knickers disappear and his questing digits tease her. He chuckled when she arched into him and gently worried her neck with his teeth and tongue. As soon as she cried out from her unexpected orgasm, he slipped into her throbbing channel and moved slowly. She caressed and kissed whatever skin she could reach as he moved within her.
Time ceased as pants and moans filled the bedroom. Minerva grapsed handfuls of his messy hair and drew his lips to hers. She kissed him frantically as her body burst into ecstasy. She cried out his name and whispered her love for him as they lay intertwined in the aftermath of their lovemaking session.
Harry grinned at her and tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear. "You are the one person I couldn't survive without," he admitted emotionally. "I love you so much, more than I ever thought was possible."
Minerva stared wide-eyed at him. She knew he cared for her but he had never told her he loved her. She knew without a doubt she loved her younger lover and frequently told him so. She was fine with it being one-sided. He provided all she needed and held her together as the darkness of the Wizarding World was closing in on them. "I love you so much Harry Potter!"
Harry closed his eyes and allowed a couple of tears to fall. She saw the depth of his love, his emotions, when he opened his eyes. The striking green eyes overwhelmed her. "You are the best thing that ever happened to me," he said. "I'm glad we found this."
Minerva smiled teary-eyed at him. "I will love you until my last dying breathe and beyond," she declared as she kissed him as passionately as she could. She was determined to make him feel her love.
Harry heard a disturbance out the window of their apartment. His heart dropped as he saw Minerva drop the bag of groceries she carried as she was surrounded by snatchers. He grabbed his wand and rushed to her aide. He fought his way to her side but he knew they wouldn't be escaping this. They were surrounded by Inner Circle members not the snatchers he originally assumed. He met her gaze and saw she had came to the same realization. They both tightened their hold on their wands and started their last stand.
Harry lost track of time as they fought Voldemort's forces. He had sweat pouring from him and he knew Minerva did as well. His tiredness caused him to miss a strong slicing hex coming his way. He watched in horror as Minerva jumped in front of him and took the hex meant for him. Blood rushed from the deep gash across her chest as the light faded from her eyes. "Love you," she managed as she left this world.
Something within Harry Potter snapped at that moment. He felt blinding rage and intense agony fill him, consume him. His magic errupted in wild grey strands, he instantly killed every single wizard and witch within eyesight although he paid no mind to that fact. He fell to his knees and wrapped Minerva up in his embrace. Her pale, cold and lifeless form devastated him. "I love you Minerva McGonagall," he cried as his tears fell down his face. His magic, still wild, swirled around them. Wilder and faster his magic swirled until he screamed out painfully and pushed his magic out and then everything became black!