An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Every May 1st, Headmistress Minerva McGonagall takes the time to remember all of the students that she lost on this day and how much they could have gone on to do in the world if only they had lived. But during this year’s late afternoon vigil, as she continues to fight the same inner battles she has every anniversary, she finds herself on the receiving side of some unexpected help and discovers that even when gone, the imprints of those students of the past still remain. -11 days late but finally completed my submission for Yugantaram 2020 and my first ever proper AO3 fic! My apologies for the delay…and that this became a lot more post-war commentary than initially advertised…













