It was the day of Bill and Fleur's wedding and May couldn't be happier for her brother, of course, she was upset that her younger brother was getting married before her but she was happy and could definitely see that they were meant to be together.
May sat inside while everyone helped get the tent up and ready outside, her wounds were better but they weren't fully healed and she had been ordered to stay inside and get ready. Everyone had found out about what had happened with May and the plan but they didn't care because they were happy she was still with them.
May stared at herself in the mirror, she wore a short pink dress that had flower patterns covering it and her face was covered with nude and natural makeup with bright red lips. Her pink heels contrasted her pale skin and her ginger hair was pinned back into a tight and neat bun. May was smiling at herself in the mirror when she heard a voice from behind her, "You look beautiful professor."
May turned around to see the Minister of Magic holding a white envelope, "Minister" May walked towards the man and shook his hand, "What are you doing here?" She asked as she took the envelope from his outstretched hand and waited for him to answer,
"The last will and testament of Dumbledore," May looked down at the envelope, "he left you that," and with that, the man left and didn't look back.
The Weasley looked down at the envelope and turned it in her hand, the front had her name and address in Dumbledore's handwriting and the Hogwarts badge in the corner, May looked down at it for a while before ripping it open and reading the contents,
'Dear May,
This letter has come to you because I am dead and I am so very sorry for that. You were always a dear friend to me even as a student and I thought you deserve an explanation, I always knew I would have to die I just hope I did in a Dumbledore fashion. When I was writing my last will and testament I wanted to leave you something but I could not think of a thing you would need or want so I leave you this: no matter who is the headmaster or headmistress at Hogwarts you will always have a place as a professor, of what subject I do not know, you are good at so many things I doubt the headmaster or headmistress will have trouble placing you. I also want to apologise, I put you through so much telling you things that you didn't want to hear and making you do things you didn't want to do but that was because I trusted you. I always knew you would grow up to be a powerful witch from the moment you walked into the great hall for the first time, you were always smiling and happy and that made people love you. Do not doubt yourself. I know you do and that is your greatest weakness but I am telling you do not doubt yourself. I am running out of place to write and I hope by receiving this I have done you some good and I will leave you with this. You are a powerful name and even after your death people will remember your name because you are May Weasley, the most powerful, kindest and loving witch there will ever be,
Lots and lots of love
your headmaster and friend,
Albus Dumbledore'
Tears and tears fell onto the sheet as May collapsed in a fit of gasps and cries. This was the first time May had let herself cry this much in her life but she needed it.
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The 8th Weasley
Fanfiction*Harry Potter Fanfiction* (Edited) What if Bill isn't the oldest Weasley? What if Ginny isn't the only girl Weasley? This is the story of the forgotten Weasley... May... May Weasley -They had arrived at the tent that they would be staying in because...
