(I know this isn’t like her, but I wanna keep Minerva in this :p, thanks.)

It was a light summer evening, the sun dipped under the sea and the sky dark, filled with a large amount of twinkling, shiny small stars that made up the constellations you’d see in the Astronomy Tower at Hogwarts - where you’d graduated from, actually. Students and teachers alike were asleep, dreaming away about the day ahead of them, though many didn’t look forward to it. Besides, tests were coming up and nobody wanted to study at all, but they did.

Inside, however, it was most definitely a storm - in Minerva McGonagall’s head, at least. She was twenty-four, and yet, she still hated nightmares as if she was a scared toddler. Shaking and crying, muttering such words that sounded like incantations you’d think she was practicing a rune under her breath. So waking up was a nightmare too, but it was just a little better when it was next to you, wife or not. So when you got up to get something, she grabbed your arm.

“Please don’t go- please don’t leave me alone here.”

It looked almost like a dying child.