I own none of these characters, only the way in which my imagination portrays them!
Epilogue.
Minerva sat on her sofa, as she did most evenings, book in hand, being warmed by a roaring fire. She would have scotch on the table stationed in front of her, within arms reach, of course. Sometimes she read novels, sometimes she read factual books; it was whatever took her fancy really. Sometimes, she would sit looking at the book, not reading its words at all. Merely staring at the small letters that lined every page, her mind would wonder.
Love is a mutual feeling. One would do anything for the other, and vice versa. It is a feeling of loyalty and truth, a feeling that is as if no one could feel but you. It has no boundaries, no limitations and is open and grand. It bears happiness and sadness, difficulty and ease, and is the joy and bane of life.
Minerva finally understood the words her Mother had drummed into her years ago as a child. So many times she repeated those words, only to find herself more confused and estranged. She couldn't understand how her emotions fitted into the equations of love.
She had taken each person aside; Molly, Poppy, Filius, Kingsley, all of the people she considered valuable in her life. She'd explained her differences, and as unbelievable as she'd found it, they had accepted her. Minerva had told the people she loved who she truly was, and it felt good.
Minerva realised, her sexuality didn't have to be a royal parade; only known by the people closest to her.
It had taken Minerva a long time to come around to the idea, but she'd finally learned to like, maybe even love the person she'd become. Her Mothers words now cherished rather than hated, as she saw how perfectly they fitted her relationship right now.
"Are you coming to bed my love?"
Hermione spoke from the doorway of the bedroom.
"Yes. I haven't been able to read knowing you were in the shower anyway..." Minerva smiled, gracefully standing and walking into the bedroom to make love to her partner once more.
Love is a mutual feeling. One would do anything for the other, and vice versa. It is a feeling of loyalty and truth, a feeling that is as if no one could feel but you. It has no boundaries, no limitations and is open and grand. It bears happiness and sadness, difficulty and ease, and is the joy and bane of life.