Minerva blinked her eyes open slowly and frowned. I'm back at that damn train station! A chuckle sounded to her right. She turned her head and saw the familiar form of Death. "Am I dead?" she asked with a sigh. "Did I fail?"
Death glided towards her before revealing, "You are in a coma. You controlled such magic that you exhausted your magical core more than any wizard or witch should be able to. Had Harry not been my champion and had you not been his soulmate, you would be dead."
"Is my magical core damaged irreversible?" she questioned worried.
"Harry wrapped his magic around your magical core just before you lost consciousness," Death offered with a smirk. "Your magical core drained completely but Harry's magic held you together. Your core is healing as we speak and so is Harry's. He had to hold you together so tightly that his magical core drained as well."
"Harry's in a coma too?" Minerva asked horrified.
"He was," Death answered. "Harry has already woken up although he refuses to be removed from you." Minerva sighed in relief that her love was okay. "I knew you would be amazing with your full magical ability released from its bindings. I wonder how amazing you shall be after your bond to Harry is completed."
Minerva frowned at Death. "I will be more powerful then?"
Death chuckled darkly. "You are Morgan Ley Fey's magical heir," he reminded her. "She allowed the darkness to consume her. You have Harry to keep you from going down that path. He will keep you from the darkness while you do the same for him." Minerva looked suprised at that but remained silent. "I have a boon for you before you go," Death said before gesturing towards the entrance.
"Ma," she cried happily as she ran towards her mother. She sobbed as she felt her mother's loving arms wrap around her and embrace her tightly. Another set of arms wrapped around her from behind. She looked teary-eyed and saw her father. "Daddy," she whispered emotionally.
"We're here love," her mother whispered comforting. "We are so very proud of you."
Minerva sobbed into their embrace and enjoyed having her parents hold her tightly. "You have an hour," Death informed her as he disappeared from sight.
"Come along love," her mother said as she pulled Minerva towards a door. "We have much to discuss!"
"She's waking up," Sirius said relieved. "Can you hear me Minerva?"
Minerva groaned as she blinked her eyes open. She felt Harry against her side and moved her arm to pull him closer to her. "Min," he cried in relief.
Minerva blinked her eyes a few more times before she managed to keep them open. Harry, Sirius, Fleamont, and Euphemia were surrounding her. "How long," she croaked, her throat parched.
"Ten days," Fleamont answered her. "Harry was out three days."
"You're still bruised," Euphemia informed her. "The damage this time was greater."
"Although it worked in our favor," Fleamont offered. "The Unspeakables plucked the events of Halloween from Harry's mind. Parts of it was showed to the Wizengamot. Your fight with Albus was showed in full detail although any mention of the Elder Wand was obscured."
"I happily provided pictures of your injuries," Sirius added. She looked at him curiously at that. He conjured a mirror and held it up for her to see. "The bastard did a right number on you."
Minerva stared wide-eyed at her reflection. Most of her face was varying shades of black, blue and greenish yellow. Bruises covered her. Her cheek had a couple of cuts on it that was partially healed. Around her eyes and her nose was swelled. She was horrified at her reflection. "You showed the entire country what I look like?" She silently begged him to tell her no.
"It was necessary Minerva," James said as he hobbled into the room.
"You're alive," she whispered relieved, tears welling in her green eyes.
"I am thanks to your fast thinking," he replied back. "I shall walk with a limp for the rest of my life. There will be no more children for me either but I will gladly sacrifice that for this chance to raise Harry and the newest one."
Minerva smiled sadly at him. "What have I missed?" she questioned as she tried to hold her tears back.
"Albus Dumbledore has been stripped of all of his titles, Order of Merlins and his clout in general," Fleamont answered. "The bastard had a trial two days ago and was sent to the Goblin mines to work the last of his days away."
"The Wizengamot got to see you fight him to protect the Old Ways, their ways," James added as he finally made it to the bed and perched on it. "The other ICW countries have done a full reversal and brought back their old customs and practices. You have became a beacon to them."
"Are you pranking me?" she asked him with a raised eyebrow.
"He isn't," Fleamont answered her. "You have managed to startle some sense into others. Albus bloody Dumbledore had people fooled and you ripped the wool from their eyes. I daresay you will be as sought after as the Boy Who Lived!"
Minerva frowned at that and looked at Harry. "You are stuck with that truly awful nickname again?" Harry sighed and shrugged his shoulders.
"You have one this go around," James said with a large grin. "The Woman Who Loved!" Minerva groaned at that.
"Rita's book about Albus has become a bestseller," Sirius offered, changing the subject. "Father managed to get twenty percent of that deal and has placed it in a charity vault for his honorary grandson."
Minerva blinked at that. "Orion Black must have really turned a new leaf," she muttered suprised.
"He has," Fleamont answered with a chuckle. "Walburga has been forced into line by Orion's strict rules and vows. I daresay Sirius will enjoy Black Family get-togethers just to see her try to keep her tongue in check."
Minerva just snorted at the huge grin on Sirius' face. She imagined Sirius would be causing Walburga as much grief as possible in retaliation of his horrid childhood.