Erva and her Little Lion Cub
Harry stood watching the ripples on the water's surface, lost in his thoughts. Slowly he sank down on to the damp ground and folded his arms on top of his knees. So many had died that day. He'd never see Tonks change her hair color again. Never hug Remus. Even Dobby was gone.
Quietly McGonnagall walked down to the Black Lake, looking for her little lion cub. She hadn't seen him since the fall of Voldemort. Looking around quickly, she almost missed the small figure sitting under the tree close to the water's edge.
Picking up the tattered remains of her green robes, she rushed towards the now visibly shaking Harry. Without a second thought, she dropped to her knees and pulled her into her arms, holding him tightly. "Oh my poor little Lion Cub. Come now, everything will be fine soon. Everything will be fine." She whispered in his ear, rubbing her hands along his back soothingly.
"Erva!" He sobbed into her chest.
Minerva pulled back slightly and brushed the tears from his cheeks. "Oh Harry. My sweet, sweet Harry. We'll get through this my Little Lion."
Harry jerked his head in a nod. She was right. Granny Erva would be with him the whole way.