Hello everyone
Hmm! Let's just see what becomes of this!
Earlier times, when an actor or someone dear to me has died I have written something for them.
Just like we all know by now, Michael Gambon has passed away. Richard Harris on the other hand, and Alan Rickman by now, has been for quite some time. Then there's Robbie Coltrane- Rest in peace…
And after all, Maggie Smith is getting older but, if there is someone who might live forever it will ought to be her. Just like Minerva McGonagall herself.
Of course, as I'm alive I have no idea what comes after death. But I decided to get some inspiration of the scene of deathly hallows when Harry "dies" and he meets Dumbledore.
Then the idea of this came to mind.
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
…We had been through this… I and Severus….
Now, after drinking- and knowing I had had to make Harry make me drink it, everything in me hurt so bad. As if everything inside of me was being torn into pieces.
"Severus… please…"
While Severus raised his wand towards me and I sent one final look towards Harry (underneath his invisibility cloak), the spell put on him would lift in the same moment as my soul left my body…
"Avada kedavra,"
One flash of green light…
Then the pain was finally gone.
It was all gone.
Then, before I knew it I was suddenly standing on something very much alike King's Cross train station.
People had told me I was wise, but in this I didn't even know what to do or what to do.
Then I heard a voice behind me.
"Albie?"
I froze, in the middle of a movement I didn't even know what it was about.
I couldn't think…
There had been so many years since anyone, my mother and one more person who did it called me "Albie". And here and now, finally, I could turn and see who the voice belonged to.
So many years that had passed since I last saw her and yet she looked the same! Her eyes were just as bright blue, along with her sweet smile as they had been before that terrible, fateful day.
"Ariana?"
I didn't know why I spoke her name, she looked exactly the same and I knew exactly who she was. She also didn't answer me, only smiled back and reached her hand out for me to come with her.
And I was just about to take it, to feel her soft skin against mine after such a long time. But something in my mind stopped me from it and I looked around the station. Was this the same limbo everyone came to? With a moment I thought about going with her, be with her, our parents and so many of my friends, some of them we'd lost in the first war.
And Harry…
So far I had only understood that neither Harry, nor Lord Voldemort could live if the other one survived.
It wasn't long since I even found out what a horcrux was…
Would Harry be here? Only wondering about where he was and if he could return…
"It's okay…" my sister almost whispered to me. "…I will not be going anywhere. And we will meet again, maybe sooner than you think."
Severus Snape
I had done so many wrong's.
In my dying moments so much of it all passed my inner vision, how I had called Lily- the only one who had ever cared to be my friend, a mudblood. How I had desperately tried to explain that she was different from the others. How I had regretted it by the same moment it had left my mouth, how she had never wanted to talk to me again.
How Lily and James had grown up- I had tried to do the same, but I was already too deep into dark powers.
How I had begged the dark lord to spare Lily, only take Harry and James.
How I had torn that photo into pieces only so I could have one photo of Lily, as happy as I had never made her.
I had hated so much- hated James, I had hated Harry, I had hated Neville, I had hated Alice…
Yet, I could never hate anyone as much as I hated myself.
No one could have done me wrong as much as I did that one day out on the courtyard…
Now, as I felt Nagini's venom filling me up and knew I had only seconds left, the dark lord had left me and Harry came up to me.
"….look… at… me…"
His eyes were just as green and almond- shaped as Lily's had been…
Rubeus Hagrid
"Hello professor Hagrid."
Right by my cottage that I still always as my home, right on my porch stood the hazel- eyed man with frizzy black hair that was James Sirius Potter. He had since a couple of years back graduated from Hogwarts. But here he stood on my porch, smiling just as he had his first day as a student.
Then as a third year student and the first class with me…
"James Sirius…" I took one step outside and wrapped him in a hug. "My friend."
"Can't… breathe!"
"Oh." I let go again and took a step back into my cottage. "Look at you! You're an adult now… Now, how are ye?"
"I'm good…" James Sirius seemed insecure about something. "…Well, are you going to let me in? It's cold out here."
"Of course, of course…" I took a step back, then forward again, took his arm and led him with me into the cottage and towards the table. "Now…." There was one single thought in my mind. "I heard that ye and Maeve were having a baby."
"Correct…" James Sirius searched in his pockets, then pulled out a photo that he didn't show to me. "It's a baby girl… Anyway. Everyone has to have a name. Just like me and Albus and Lily of course so we were wondering if we wanted her to be named after anyone. Then I and Maeve figured we wanted her to be smart and bright and pretty and everything at once. If she was named after someone who was a teacher. So we thought about the teachers we had, and wondered about Potter and hers. Finnigan is hers of course but we decided on mine… and we came to a decision."
James Sirius reached forward and laid the photo on the table in between us at last. It was a moving one just like all in this world and of a baby with that thick, frizzy Potter- hair which was the first thing I noticed…
"Are you ready to know her name?"
"Yeah."
James reached towards the photo again, something in the way he moved seemed solemn, then he turned the photo and showed me what was written on the back.
My eyes and vision wasn't what it had been, but the handwriting of whoever had written was big…
Ruby Minerva Potter
For just a second I couldn't even figure who's name it was. Only that Minerva was Professor McGonagall's, then it suddenly dawned on me who's name "Ruby" could be inspired by. And looking up on Ruby's father again he smirked at me.
"What do you think Professor Hagrid?"
Tears had been rising in my eyes, and for my mind all of my years passed by. My time with my parents, my short time at Hogwarts, Tom Riddle making sure Aragog got the blame for petrifying people and killing Myrtle. There was so much, good and bad…
How Harry, Ron and Hermione along with Dumbledore had managed to clear my name but so dangerously…
"Hello-oh…." James Sirius waved in front of my face. "…Are you still awake?"
"Oh…" I stomped over to him and then wrapped him up into another big hug. "…..I'm…. I'm honored. It means… it means…"
I just didn't have any words.
"I'll come and meet her soon…" I said at last. "…very soon… I'll….. I know! I'll knit something for her."
I didn't wait for the younger man to answer, only went to grab heaps of knitting patterns I had kept for years waiting for someone to come and something I could make.
James Sirius Potter was still smiling as he watched me, but he didn't say anything more and left me. To again remember everything I had gone through. All good and all bad leading me to this moment.
I would have believed I and all of the Potter's were friends.
But I could barely believe one of them would want to do something as meaningful as giving a person a name after me.
I was an old man and retired, despite that still living on Hogwarts' grounds now, going through some knitting pattern. And now I finally felt what I must have been waiting for all along, whenever I drew my last breath on this earth I had a feeling it could be worth it. And that I had made a difference that wasn't all bad.
Minerva McGonagall
It had started of just another normal day.
The day I finally met him again.
The one I had longed for for so long.
It started by my desk, with me going through another year's first year's first homework. With them had came one that I could see had almost been set on fire.
Right by me, on the wall I had several photos of old students hanging on the wall looking back on me.
The one that was named after me was the biggest photo, now eleven-year-old Ruby Minerva's smile shining brightly towards me, while she danced and threw her head to the side so her frizzy, black hair flew around her head.
But just today, my eyelids felt so heavy. And before I had the time to get up and go lie down. I had fallen asleep by my desk.
I had never known what death was or would be, but no matter how old I became I had never thought I would just fall asleep and fade away. Still, I knew what this would be when, instead of all students and teachers around me and outside my office. There was at last, after all the time that had passed by. There was that man I loved so much with me. The one I loved more than anyone else.
It had been so long!
Elphinstone reached his hand out for me to come with him. I was just about to take it, but then it was like I saw myself, still sitting by my desk with so many children's homework.
One piece of parchment had a burnt corner and black marks from burning.
"Are you ready to come with me?"
For just a moment- half a second I thought about it, but then I moved slightly back. There was too much left for me to do for me to leave it.
But the answer was always obvious, even more so when I realized about that last face I had seen. And with it I didn't move from where I stood while I talked.
"Little Ruby Minerva Potter seems to have inherited her grandfather's proclivity of pyromania. She's only been at Hogwarts for a few weeks… it would be for the best, if I stayed for a while. Only to make sure she doesn't burn the whole castle down or blow it up- boom!"
"Well…" Elphinstone smirked, making my heart flatter in the way only he ever could and shook his head. "…You were always known to do whatever you liked."
Oh, yes I was!
And after all. I had survived two wizarding wars. Whatever this was I knew I could survive it too.
"I'll just be waiting here then for when you do want to come with me."
Then at last.
Rest in peace Richard St. John Francis Harris October 1 1930- October 25th 2002
Rest in peace Michael John Gambon October 19th 1940- September 27th 2023
Rest in peace Alan Sidney Patrick Rickman February 21t 1946- January 14th 2016
Rest in peace Anthony Robert McMillan 30th march 1950- October 14th 2022