FanFic 100 Challenge #:: 096 - Promises Do not stand at my grave

It was like a bad joke.

He had always loved jokes.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.

Now here she was: Standing at his grave.

They had been married for over fifty years and now she was standing at his grave.

The funny thing was that she didn't feel sad. She was just relieved.

It was over. It was finally over.

For over fifty years, they'd had to keep their marriage a secret. They'd had two baths, two living rooms and two bedrooms.

Only her animagus form had helped them to have some kind of married life: Every night, she had transformed into the gray tabby and had sneaked into his rooms.

Just a few of their friends had known about their marriage.

Harry's parents had been two of them.

Another one of them was Severus Snape.

Severus Snape … Well, he was one of a kind …

He'd been on the dark side just a few years ago.

But then he had changed sides.

Everyone had mistrusted him, but Albus had had confidence in him.

He'd even offered to let him become a teacher at Hogwarts.

Now everyone knew that Severus had killed the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore.

She and Albus had known it all along that Severus had given his word to Draco's mother to help her son.

It had just been a question of time.

But they had been prepared.

He'd written his testament and everything else.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

The minute Severus had spoken the words; a new portrait had appeared in the office that was now hers.

In no time, everyone in Hogwarts had known that Severus Snape had killed Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of their century!

Soon, there had been rumors about how he could have won against Albus.

Harry had told everybody that Albus Dumbledore had drunk a poison because they'd been looking for another horocrux, another part of Voldemort's soul.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Yeah, Harry had told everyone what an honorable man Albus Dumbledore had been.

Stories about Albus Dumbledore had spread all over the country.

Albus would always live on through these stories.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!

Only Minerva knew that he really wasn't dead, that the lemon drops he'd always loved so much had contained a potion that had helped him to survive.

Albus had once promised Harry that he would always be there to help him in his darkest hours just as he'd promised Minerva on their wedding day so many years ago – and being an honorable man – and husband – Albus Dumbledore kept his promises.