Meant to Die

Minerva followed him up the driveway to the front doorstep. Just before he placed the letter in the basket, she asked him one last time. “Are you sure Albus? You know how much I respect you, but as your Deputy Headmistress I must advise against this.” “Truthfully Minerva?” He said, placing the letter in the basket. “What matters is that he’s secure, which he will be here. Although I’m sure it won’t be a problem, his happiness doesn’t matter all that much in the long run.” Albus said one last thing before apparating out, something that Minerva would never forget. “He’s meant to die, after all.”