Chapter 18: Minerva

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I couldn't tell anyone what they did to me and I knew that it wasn't easy for them to pretend that everything was fine. I insisted on continuing to teach and even though Poppy and Albus didn't agree at first, but they ended up accepting but at one condition: if I didn't feel alright, then I had to tell them. 

Albus had to vanquish his old friend, Gellert Grindelwald and I was a little scared. Scared that my husband might get killed. 

Albus was mad at me, I could feel it, but I couldn't blame him: I always moved away when he tried to touch me, even when he tried to take my hand in his. So we just talked, but even then, I could feel that he was containing himself from asking questions or yelling at me. I knew I needed time and that someday I'd tell him. He knew, too. 

In the meantime, I continued my searches on my father's death. Of course, he hadn't died out of cancer but because of some poison. I could only think of one person able to do this and when I asked Poppy if she knew a poison that had the same affects and symptoms as the cancer my father had, she gave me the name of a dangerous poison. I then made my researches in books and found out that, indeed, my father had been poisoned because he had fever and that his cancer's symptoms weren't about fever. I recognized the poison as the one I had seen while studying my mother's lover's death cause and understood what I had a year ago. My mother killed both her husband and lover with a poison resembling a cancer's symptoms so that it would look like both Muggles died out of this disease when in reality, my mother was a murderer. 

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Albus had vanquished Gellert Grindelwald, who now was in his own prison, Nurmengard. The War was over. Well, at least, that's what I thought. Who would have believed that a second war would occur a few years later? 

But with the end of the war, came the truth of what had happened to me and my brother, friends and husband were devastated that my mother's new boyfriend could have raped me. But I was happy and we were living in peace, happy forever, even though Mia's disease wasn't easy because she was fighting for her life every day, but our life is a wonderful story. 


The end. 


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