No one could blame her for crying.
No one could blame her for braking down at the news.
No one could blame her for being angry at him.
No one could blame her for comforting.
No one could blame her for celebrating his new found innocence.
No one could blame her for crying at the news of his death.
No one could blame her for celebrating for his happiness.
No one could blame her for breaking down at his death.
She'd been there though there seven years of school, and lives after.
She'd been there for all four deaths.
She's seen three generations of Potters, two generations of Lupins,
one generation of Blacks and tow generations of Weasleys.
She's seen the duo twin pranksters to the golden trio.
That's why know one could blame her for crying when the four
boys died.
No one could blame Minerva McGonagall for missing them.
The Marauders had won a place in her heart, full of laughter and pranks,
and that's how she'll remember them.
Rest In Peace, Boys, Rest In Peace
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