(a/n - I feel I am drawing this out a bit. Sorry, I an known for rambling.)
Cornucopia...
Albus sat in his office at Hogwarts, staring at his cornucopia. It wasn't an ordinary cornucopia though, it was a magical cornucopia, which could only be expected of Albus Dumbledore, who had a fascination with weird objects and contraptions. The magical cornucopia looked just like any ordinary cornucopia, a golden horn shaped case for storing items. The only difference was, Albus' cornucopia wasn't full. In fact, it was empty, apart from a swirling mist, almost translucent in appearance, with a sparkly hue to it.
This substance was very rare, hence why Albus kept his cornucopia locked away with an invisibility charm and several wards around it. The substance was called breezeon heartons and it had some very special magical properties. The breezeon heartons floated inside the cornucopia, and when summoned out, it showed what the owner of the cornucopia needed at that moment to stay alive. In other words, breezeon heartons could save lives. The more experienced witches at st Mungo's used cornucopias sometimes, although they didn't usually work, since breezeon heartons was faithful to one owner.
And so it was, that Albus was staring at his magical cornucopia. He wasn't feeling too well, and wanted to be sure that he hadn't caught anything from the disgusting downtown streets of London. He placed his hand in the curve of the golden horn to summon the breezeon heartons, and it rose slowly and steadily upwards, morphing into a shape.
That shape was Minerva.