Minerva would always remember their last dance together:
It had been on Albus' last night. Just a few minutes before he and Harry had left to find the Horcrux.
Albus had come to her quarters that evening, telling her that they needed to talk.
After he had said what had been on his mind, Minerva had cried.
He had been sure that he wouldn't survive the night.
She had asked him why he'd been so sure, but he hadn't answered her.
Instead, Albus had waved his wand and music had started to play.
we never know where life will take us
I know it's just a ride on the wheel
And we never know when death will shake us
And we wonder how it will feel
Their first encounter had been in her first year as a student at Hogwarts. For seven years, he'd been her Transfiguration Professor. After that, she hadn't seen him for some years. But one day, an owl had brought her a letter written by him. He'd become Headmaster of Hogwarts and wanted her as his successor as Transfiguration teacher. She'd agreed and returned to Hogwarts. Soon they'd become best friends.
Together, they had fought against Grindelwald and his followers. In the end, they had won. But there had been too many sacrifices.
I've seen a lot things that make me crazy
And I guess I held on to you
We could've run away and left well maybe
But it wasn't time and we both knew
Deep inside, they had maybe always known that they'd had the same feelings. But they'd just been too afraid. About what would change, about what their colleagues would say, …
Sometimes she wondered why they hadn't just run away ages ago and lived peacefully on some quiet island far away from the rest of the world.
They could have had their happily after all. At least, that what she had always told herself: That one day, …
But there had been too many obligations. First Grindelwald, then the school, then Voldemort, … It had never seemed to be the right time, the perfect moment to finally admit to their feelings and take the next step.
Life's so fragile and love's so
We can't hold on but we try
We watch how quickly it disappears
And we never know why
As they had danced, she had felt what he'd wanted to tell her, what he had wanted to tell her all along. They had seen the other's most secret wishes, desires in each other's eyes. He had known that she had wanted him to stay, to forget about his duties. But they both had known that he couldn't escape his fate. So they'd had no other chance than enjoying their few moments while the music played until he left without saying another word. He had kissed her on the cheek and turned away. She had watched him disappear, too mesmerized by the beauty and cruelty of the moment.
So goodbye my friend
I know I'll never see you again
But the love you gave me through all the years
Will take away these tears
I'm okay now
Goodbye my friend
Every time she heard that song, she remembered how they had danced together, almost forgetting what was to come, just feeling safe in his arms, …
Every time she heard that song, she was reminded of her loss, but from time to time, she just felt a little bit better, the tears became less.
They say times heals everything. Maybe that was true. But the scars would always be there and not even the tears of Albus' Phoenix Fawkes would be able to heal them …
P.S. I know that I can be cruel sometimes. And I know that it's not the most intelligent story I've ever written. But love has nothing to do with being rational or stuff like that. At least, that's what I'm told. ;-)