Forbidden || h.p.

3rd March, 2092

"It's okay Beatrice, I've lived long enough. Velox mortem shall not affect that. But, how long do I have?"

"Two days at most," she said in a hoarse whisper with glassy eyes.

•• • • • ••

At the age of 156, Minerva Mcgonagall had lived a full live. Longer than most wizards, and longer than expected after that stunning incident. Minerva had a few hours left, five at most. The healer hadn't told her this, she just knew. She could feel it in her bones. In her soul.

She closed her eyes, heaving yet another sigh, reminiscing her happy memories in her last few hours in this world. She smiled at bits and cringed at some.

She winced as a memory of a particular someone crossed her mind. His hurt expression when she denied him flashed behind her eyelids.

Who? You ask? Why, Will Douglas of course.

The boy who stole her heart, and never gave it back.

The boy who was FORBIDDEN.

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