June 1, 1998
    Minerva was sitting in her inayopendelewa place on the pwani of the lake, watching the sun rise over the silent grounds. Just to be alive, to see the first light of siku hit the ngome that stood, so resolutely, silhouetted against fading stars, was a blessing. This was Minerva's inayopendelewa time of siku because, for a few shining moments, all seemed to be as it should be; as the sun rose higher into the sky, the ngome would come to life, and the students and professors alike would sit in the great hall and talk of meaningless things and be bathed in the fresh morning light. But, all was not as it should be, the students were gone, sent nyumbani early for their summer holidays, and the presence of death and despair were almost tangible in the hallways of the castle. It had been almost a mwezi since that fateful night when the last battle was fought, and Lord Voldemort had been vanquished forever, but jubilation at the end of the war still had not come for Minerva. Because, all was not as it should be, so many that she had loved were gone from her forever: her colleagues Severus Snape, whom she had never trusted (something she deeply regretted now), Aurora Sinistra, an ex student of hers whom she had always been close to, Filius Flitwick, a friend since her school days, Septima Vector, whom she wished she had known better, and her students, Colin Creevey, Fred Weasley, Nymphadora and Remus Lupin, and countless others. Her grief was like physical pain, it surrounded her and pressed in on her until she could hardly breathe at times. True, each siku was a little easier, but the wound was still very fresh; it would take a long time to heal, and even then, there would always be a scar, reminding her exactly where it was. She was not alone in her grief, all of the remaining inhabitants of the ngome felt it as well. Even the ngome itself seemed to cry, when the only sound was the hooting of an owl over the forest. In time, that too would cease, but it would take time.
    The sun was fully up now, and Minerva rose slowly form her place among the bushes and walked over to Albus' grave. He had been gone from her for nearly a mwaka now, but sometimes she still felt Lost without her closest friend and mentor. At these times, she found solace in s grave; it was proof that his memory will never be forgotten. She tried to imagine what he would say to her now, and it came to her just as it had after the battle, "The ones we upendo never truly leave us…". Yes, they would always be with her in her heart, but it would never be that same as her loved ones standing beside her in the flesh. Minerva stared at the white marble tomb. She needed to talk to him, so she did the only thing she could; she began to speak.
    "It's over Albus, it's finally over. Harry succeeded, wewe knew that he would in the end, wewe gave him what he needed to win. I wish that wewe were here to see the end, to help rebuild. Hogwarts is a mess without you, the ngome has been fixed, but half of the staff are gone with you. How am I supposed to get the school up and running again? I'm Lost without wewe Albus, I'm afraid, please help me. Give me a sign a hint anything to let me know that wewe can hear me, that I haven't gone mad, that I can still do this."
    She stood there a while longer, and then she kisses the tips of her fingers, touched them to the cold marble, and turned back to the castle.
    It was much later in the afternoon when Harry Potter came to call on her.
    "Mr. Potter, how nice it is to see you, do sit down, have a ginger newt", she offered Harry her tartan biskuti tin, and he obligingly took one.
    "Thank wewe very much, Professor".
    "If wewe don't mind me asking, what is the reason for this visit. I could hardly believe that this is a social call", she enquired.
    Harry seemed to squirm for a moment under her gaze, and the he answered, "I've come to tell wewe about Dumbledore, and the mission he sent me on". Harry told her everything, about the horcurxes, and the hallows, about Grinlewald and Arianna, about He and Snape planning his own death, and finally about how he and Harry had spoken after Voldemort cursed him.
    It took a moment, after Harry finished, for everything to sink in. She didn't even realize that she was crying until she felt a consoling hand on her shoulder and heard Harry asked if she was alright. She couldn’t find her voice to respond, but her choked sob was answer enough. Harry embraced the woman who had been something of a mother to him since he had started school, and he allowed her to cry into his shoulder until she was spent.

    Minerva finally composed herself and said, "Mr. Potter… Harry, thank wewe for telling me ,… wewe have no idea what it means to me to finally know, thank you".
    "I'm sorry that it was painful for you, but I thought that wewe needed to know". And, with that they made their good-byes, and Harry left the school.
    Minerva found herself at Albus' tomb once more. She was dazed and confused; he had known that he was going to die, but he hadn't warned her, he simply left her in the dark. Why hadn't he tried to find another way, a way to live; why chose death? But, Albus had never feared death; he said, "to the well thought out mind, death is but the inayofuata great adventure". She knew why he had done it, she just wished that he hadn't. She finally understood it all, and she still felt lost. And she did the only thing she could at that moment; cry. Suddenly, she heard beautiful music, the song of a phoenix, drifting towards her on the breeze. And as she looked over towards that mountains and the setting sun, she understood the meaning of the song, of Albus' sign. She had to be like the phoenix, and rise from the ashes of destruction and sorrow, and bring forth new hope. As the sun sank behind that mountains, leaving Minerva in darkness, she knew that somewhere, the sun was rising, and it was bathing someone in the clean pure light of early morning. The sun would rise again on Hogwarts, and in the light of morning she would help to bring hope from the ashes of their world. Minerva wiped away her tears and headed towards the school; she had a lot of work to do if the school was to re-open come September.

September 1, 1998
    Headmistress Minerva McGonagall sat at the center of the head meza, jedwali in the Great Hall, watching the first years be sorted. Her deputy and friend, Pomona Sprout, stood before the nervous line of first years, calling their names one at a time to be sorted. For over forty years it had been her job to oversee the sorting, and it felt rather strange to be a mere observer once more. She looked closely at each student as they walked on shaky legs to the kinyesi that held the Sorting Hat. These children were the future; they would be the first to grow up in the new world, a world that was finally at peace once more. She saw the potential for greatness in each of their shining faces as they rushed off to jiunge their new house-mates at the table. This, at least was as it should be, but she could not fail to notice the older students who already sat at their respective house tables. They were cheering happily for the students just as they always did, but somehow, they seemed older, and slightly hardened. Minerva, of course, knew exactly why; all of them, the seventh years particularly, had rode out a harsh storm at Hogwarts, from the opening of the chamber to the horrors of the Carrows, they had seen zaidi of the world than may adult wizards. They had all been forced to grow up to soon when they were presented with difficult times; they rose to the challenge and conquered it. They were like her children, each and every one of them, and she was extremely proud of all of them; she prayed that they would all get a chance to be children again this term.
    As the last student, Wallace, John, took his kiti, kiti cha at the Gryffindor table, Minerva stood to address the school. "Welcome everyone, to Hogwarts! I'm sure that anything else I have to say can wait until after we have all eaten, so tuck in", and with that chakula appeared on all of the platters, and the feast began. After the last of the pudding, saladi had cleared away Minerva stood once again to address the school.
    "Now that we have all been fed, I have a few start of term announcements. First of all, that dark forest on the edge of the grounds is, as always, out of bounds to all students. Also, Mr. Filch, our caretaker, has asked me to remind wewe that products from the joke duka "Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes" are strictly prohibited, along with over six hundred other items, a orodha of which may be found pinned to Mr. Filch's office door. Finally, it is my dearest hope that wewe all have a salama and enjoyable mwaka at Hogwarts. wewe have all been through many trials, and wewe have overcome each of them in turn. wewe have weathered the opening of the Chamber of Secrets, the constant presence of dementors, the death of a fellow student in the Triwizard Tournament, the reign of the ministry and Delores Umbridge, the death of Professor Dumbledore, and the horrors of the Carrows, but now, the storm is finally over, the war has ended, Voldemort is dead, and there is peace once more. I could not be zaidi proud of any of you. Yes, wewe have suffered heavy losses, but now it's time put the past behind us and look to the future. All of the wizarding world's hopes lie with you; it's up to wewe to build a future for yourselves and for your children to come. wewe have seen the mistakes others have made, and wewe have learned from them. Bare this in mind while wewe study with us this year; wewe all have the power to shape the future and raise the wizarding world from its own ashes. Now, your beds await you, good night to wewe all and good luck with wewe studies this year”, there was a round applause from the student's, and they left the hall, bound for their common rooms with new conviction and thought of a new world. Minerva smiled to herself as her charges left; things would never be the same as they were before Voldemort rose to power, but they would be wonderful just the same.

May 3, 2048
    Minerva McGonagall stood kwa the window of her office and looked out over the grounds of Hogwarts. The first light of morning was shining off of the Black Lake, and the distant mountains to the west shone with the early morning sun, silhouetted against a backdrop of fading stars. Minerva observed the beauty of the scene, Lost in thought and memories. It was fifty years to the day, almost to the minuet, that Voldemort had finally been defeated and the war ended. She was thinking about relief at the end, and the time of mourning and sorrow that had followed. She remembered the first mwaka at Hogwarts after the war, where a seed of hope had been planted, and of how that seed had grown up into a beautiful mti that was still thriving so many years later. She remembered the past fifty years since the war had ended, they were the happiest of her life; she had watched her students, her children, grow up in world that was constantly changing for the better. There was no evil lord trying to rule the world, the pureblood mania had died away, and muggleborns were no longer discriminated against, and there were constant advances in magical knowledge, countless new discoveries had been made. Minerva looked back on both of the wars that she had fought to help achieve the peace that the wizarding world enjoyed today; the losses had been heavy, but it was worth the struggle. Finally, she remembered her first wonderful days of teaching, over one hundred years ago. She had come to Hogwarts, partially in pursuit of upendo with Albus Dumbledore; she had soon realized that Albus would never lover her; she was heartbroken for a time, and she was forced to realize the harsh realities of the world. However, she had found the true upendo of her life, teaching. In hivi karibuni years, she often wondered if fate had drawn her to Albus simply to help her discover her passion and teach her a lesson on love. She would never really know, but it was an interesting notion. In the midst of her reminiscence, she realized, for the first time, just how old she was. The war had been won fifty years ago, and she had not exactly been young at the time. She looked back over her one hundred and twenty-three years of life, and realized how rich and full they had been; she had accomplished much in her life, there was little left for her to do. Minerva realized then that she was not long for this world, her end was finally coming, and it would be bitter-sweet. She could have gone on forever watching her students learn and grow, it was the one thing in her life that truly brought her joy, but she did not fear death; she believe, like Albus, that death was but the inayofuata great adventure, and she was ready for it.
     It would come to her soon, but for the present she had a busy siku ahead of her. As it was the anniversary of the end of the war, classes were canceled, and the ngome was opened to all of the wizarding world so they could all come together for a memorial service held on the lawns, and a celebration in the Great Hall afterwards. The sun had fully risen now. Minerva turned from her window and made her way down to breakfast.
    Directly after Breakfast, Minerva led her students out onto the lawns to take their seats for the service. The great lawn in front of the school was a sea of golden chairs that glinted in the brilliant sunlight, all of them facing the raised platform and podium that were erected in front of the oak doors of the castle. The students were all seated, and they chatted merrily for the inayofuata half an hour, until the rest of the wizarding world arrived. Ten o'clock found Minerva sitting in the front row of chairs inayofuata to the minister of magic, waiting for the service to begin. The Minister then stood up and proceeded to the platform to give his speech. The minister's speech, as it happens was rather long winded and dull; but this was not surprising, the Minister had only been a baby when the war had ended, and he really didn't understand it. The following speeches were all aliyopewa kwa people who were directly involved in the war; thankfully, as a result, they were much shorter and much zaidi meaningful. Addresses from Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Ron and Hermione Weasley, and Harry Potter followed. Finally, it was Minerva's turn to take the podium; she took a deep breath and began.
    "Fifty years zamani today, the wizarding world was freed from the reign of Lord Voldemort. The terror and fear that ended that siku was unimaginable for anyone who has not personally experienced it. However, our victory came at a high price; hundreds gave their lives to finally bring down Voldemort, and it is them that we recognize today. Because, without them, we would still be living in terror and oppression, without them, many of us would not be sitting here today, and without them, there would be a lot less upendo in the world today. Fifty years zamani today, we were all mourning the loss of hundreds of great men and women, waiting for the joy of victory to finally set in, but today, thanks to those who gave their lives to the cause, we can remember the fallen as we celebrate our freedom. Never forget all those who gave their lives in both of the wars so that we could be free. I would like to conclude kwa kusoma the names of all of the fallen from the first and sekunde wars", Minerva concluded kwa kusoma all of the names, and then she left the podium. The service was ended, and everyone returned to the ngome for the festivities.
    That evening, after the visitors had left and the students returned to their common rooms, Minerva slipped out of the ngome to walk kwa the lake. Though the sun was still high in the sky, the shadows were getting steadily longer, and the light had a golden quality to it. She soon found herself at her inayopendelewa spot on the bank, between the two bushes. She had spent much time thinking here, both in her school days and in the century that she had taught here since. She sat and thought for a time, and then she moved on to the place that she had really meant to go, Albus' tomb. In the fifty years that had elapsed since it was placed, it had acquired a weathered quality that made it seem as though it could truly pass the test of time. She began to talk to Albus as though he were standing inayofuata to her.
    "Well Albus, can wewe believe that it's been fifty years since it all ended? Sometimes it seems like just yesterday, and other times it's as though it was all in a separate universe. I think wewe would approve of how Hogwarts has come back from that dreadful time; it came back years zamani really. I tried to give it a nudge in the right direction, but really it came back on its own. Hogwarts really doesn't need me anymore, I expect that I'll be with wewe again soon , too. I'm not going to abandon my post, I'll stay with Hogwarts till the very end, but I am ready, I've lived a long full life and I'm ready for the inayofuata adventure. Ah well, good night Albus". Minerva returned to her office where she intended to finish a letter she had been uandishi earlier that day.
    Letter completed, Minerva sat down in an armchair beside her window and looked out over the grounds. The sun was nearly down now, and stars were beginning to come out over the lake. Minerva looked back into her office, she saw all of the sleeping portraits of the former headmasters and mistresses. At that moment, she knew that, come morning, her portrait would be among their number. When she was gone, Hermione Weasley would become headmistress in her place. Hermione had taught Transfiguration for the past 25 years while Ron ran the joke duka branch in Hogsmead, she was head of Gryffindor house, and she had been Minerva's deputy for the past 15 years, since Pomona had passed away. Neville Longbottom had succeeded her as herbology professor, and he would most likely become head of Gryffindor house now. She smiled as she thought about this; Hogwarts would be left in very capable hands. Minerva was the last if the old crowd to go, even poppy, babu and Hagrid had died some ten years ago. She thought back on her years of teaching, and she only regretted that she could not finish out this final year. She could feel herself gently slipping away from this world, and she let herself go with it. She looked out of her window at the setting sun and smiled, and as the sun disappeared behind the mountains, Minerva McGonagall left this world. But, the sun only sets in one place to rise in another.

May 5, 2048
    The morning of Minerva's funeral came in a blaze of sunshine. She had been found the awali siku sitting in her kiti, kiti cha kwa the window, a small smile on her face. The wizarding world had been shocked, nobody believed that a women like Minerva McGonagall would simply die. She had been a headmistress to rival Albus Dumbledore, and she had been loved just as well. As a result, nearly all of her former students, which is to say every witch and wizard in England, arrived at Hogwarts for her funeral. Several people spoke of her many achievements before she was finally laid to rest in a white marble tomb right beside Dumbledore's, only feet away from her inayopendelewa spot on the pwani of the lake.
On the tomb were carved the word:
Minerva McGonagall
October 4, 1925 - May 3, 2048
Beloved Teacher and Friend
"The sun only sets in one place to rise again in another."

June 5, 2048
    Headmistress Hermione Weasley looked out of the window of her office at the two tombs kwa the side of the lake. It had been a mwezi since Minerva had died and she had become headmistress, and things were basically back to normal. As she looked over at Minerva's portrait, who was dozing in a chair with a book open on her lap, she couldn't help but feel that this is what Minerva would have wanted, the school running like clockwork in spite of her departure. She smiled a little sadly to herself, and then returned to her dawati to finish a letter to the daily prophet, placing an advert for a teaching position. Come inayofuata September, an excited young teacher would be walking through the corridors, head held high at their accomplishment, ready to start a new life.

A/N All characters and settings belong to J.K. Rowling
** I am aware that, according to JKR, Minerva should have retired long before 2048, but my ending works better for this story. (No offense JKR!)