A/N: The challenge was to incorporate a poem into a drabble somehow. This one is an homage to Rudyard Kipling's If.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, and all their associates are characters belonging to J.K. Rowling. I claim no rights to them, their surroundings, or their situations. Much to my sorrow.
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Finally, only two mourners remained--those who had known Albus Dumbledore best, and to whom he'd entrusted his school and his own final arrangements.
Severus held Minerva's cloak for her, then shrugged into his own. "Half a moment..."
Approaching the crypt, he drew a fragment of parchment from his pocket, tucking it carefully between two stones.
She touched his shoulder. "The Earth?" she whispered.
"And everything that's in it," he replied, "or so he said."
"And was he wrong?"
Smiling faintly, he twined his fingers through hers. "Rarely."
They walked out hand in hand, the doors closing silently behind them.