Divine Intervention  "O come, Thou Dayspring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here;  Disperse the gloomy clouds of
night  And death's dark shadows put to flight"  December 25,
1945  Standing at the edge of the jagged cliff, the crisp
morning wind whipping her hair from its tight bun, Minerva
McGonagall closed her eyes and cocked her head to meet the wind
head on. Her cheeks pinked from the frosty chill, she opened her
eyes, gazing out at the white-capped waves crashing against the
rocks below and gasped when the somber hues of evening gave way
to the brilliant sun cresting on the horizon.  "It never ceases
to be amazing, does it?"  Sucking in her breath, Minerva spun
around, losing her balance when his voice interrupted her
morning ritual. "Wh-who are you?" she rasped, managing to find
purchase when a strong, warm hand clasped her arm. When she
looked up, her eyes met a warm, brown gaze, slightly crinkled
with age, surrounded by fluffy, white hair and capped with a
smile that instantly brought a c