Author's Note- For some unknown reason…it has been requested of me…that I write a third chapter to kill of Dumbledore and McGonagall…I basically killed them both the first chapter…brought them both back in the second…Sheesh the things you have to do keep everyone happy…Enjoy this is the final final final chapter!

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-20 years later-

Minerva McGonagall did not say anything as her husband of nearly 74 years announced that his death was imminent. There was nothing she could have said that had not already been said before Albus had come to tell everyone else. He was satisfied with the life he had lived. In a way so was she; yet declaring you were going to die was not exactly the way she wanted to go.

She didn't remember what anyone said to her that night. They had all offered their deepest condolences for her soon-to-be loss. Yet they had no idea that she would die the second he died. They had no idea that two of the greatest wizards and witches were going to die together really for the second time. Minerva decided as she was led through the doorway of the hall that she really didn't care what anyone did not know.

Albus had hardly changed a day in the past thirty years; neither had she. Her hair had become streaked with gray but was hardly noticeable. If seemed strange that time passed so quickly when you looked back on it, though it seemed to crawl during the time.

That night Albus sat on their sitting room couch with his arms wrapped tightly around Minerva. She felt numb for the most part and hadn't said a word since that morning. Worried about her, Albus drew her even closer to him, till finally her sat in his lap. It was then that she spoke. Her voice was broken and frightened.

"Why did you give up?" It was a question that broke Albus' heart. Minerva thought he had given up the desire to live and in a way he had. Finally he decided it was time to tell her something he had kept hidden for twenty years.

"Minerva, when you saved my life, I couldn't let you die. So with Poppy's help, I divided our life forces. But as you know life forces can only be divided for so long before they return to the stronger of the two people. If I die…you will receive the whole life force." Minerva said nothing.

The two sat in silence for a long while, thinking on nothing, saying nothing, doing nothing except holding on to each other.

"Promise me you'll let me die." Albus said softly. He felt Minerva head nod as it was buried in his robe front. "Thank you." He lifted her pale face up from his robes and gently traced his finger along her cheekbone.

"I love you so much."

"I know. I love you as well." A faint smile lit Minerva's face. Her hand rested against his chest. Albus leaned down and for a moment they shared a kiss.

"Minerva, promise me…" But she interrupted him with a second kiss…

Death stood by the window in the shadows of the curtains and watched the two. His cold hands gripped the sickle he was infamous for carrying and his faceless head turned to see that the sun was setting. He had been robbed of both the people before him once; only he felt that it wouldn't really be a terrible thing if he were cheated once more.

He watched the man finally rise from the couch and leave the woman alone. She stoically sat where he had left her; her eyes never left the door that he had closed behind him. Death saw the man pick the potion that would end his life up from the desk; walls were nothing to him. He felt the energy and life drain from the man as the potion was consumed.

Turning, Death watched the life force make its way to the woman. She blinked as it entered her and returned her body to its usual level of strength. It seemed as though twenty years were lifted from her body as the gray vanished from her hair and the few wrinkles around her brow smoothed out. But she seemed to take no joy from her renewed youth.

Slowly she rose from the couch and made her way to the door that had sealed her husband's fate. Within moments she stood beside his lifeless body. Then she smiled a smile that chilled Death's black blood stiff.

""Under the wide and starry sky

Dig the grave and let me die:

Glad did I live and gladly die,

And I laid me down with will.

This be the verse you grave for me:

Here he lies where he long'd to be;

Home is the sailor, home from the sea,

And the hunter home from the hill."

She finished the whispered poem without her voice faltering and was silent. The poem ironically had saved her husband's life first, then it had saved her's second. Now its third usage was her death note.

Taking the potion that she had had in her pocket, she laid down by her husband's side in their bed. It was a slower working potion than the one her husband had used and so she was able to arrange his body. Then she rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes as though she simply desired to go to sleep.

They were found that way; together in a way that showed clearly that they had been married. A whole day of mourning was announced for them and their funeral was so large that no one had been able to count the mourners.

They were laid to rest in a large tomb together with the following inscription in their tombstone:

"Under the wide and starry sky

Dig the grave and let me die:

Glad did I live and gladly die,

And I laid me down with will.

This be the verse you grave for me:

Here he lies where he long'd to be;

Home is the sailor, home from the sea,

And the hunter home from the hill."

No one knew who carved it there but none dared change it for it was engraved so deeply into the stone that it seemed Death himself had carved it.

The Very Final Finished End