Harry Potter Fanfiction

Though a woman of great feeling, Minerva prided herself on restraint and certainly did not consider herself sentimental. She wanted to retire. It was time.

A memorial wall of fallen Hogwarts students, teachers, and staff, past and present, was unveiled that night along the 7th floor corridor, near the Room of Requirement. It spanned the length of the corridor and was filled with small but beautiful portraits of every precious life known to have been lost in both wars.

Minerva’s task had been to set Hogwarts to rights again, and this she had done with fierce devotion, determination and unswerving love for the school.

And all of this in the name of something Draco was no longer sure he believed in.

He knew what he wanted to fight for.

He knew what was worth risking his life for.