Minerva Mcgonagall was a strong women, she could handle anything. But she didn't know if she could handle this. She looked up at the two white coffins, one had a pair of glasses on top, the other had a little lily. The tears were coming thick and fast now. 21. It was just too young to die. Minerva had tuned out the speaker a long while ago. Instead, she tuned into her own thoughts. She remembered a shy 11 year old Lily Evans, an outgoing James Potter. She remembered James' flare for transfiguration and Lily's for charms. She chuckled to herself as she remembered the mischief the four boys always caused, James always seemed to be the ringleader of these pranks. Minerva and the other professors had a bet going since their fourth year for when the pair would get together. Obviously Minerva won, stating that it would be in their Seventh year.
But Minerva felt another wave of sadness crash down on her as she remembered little Harry. The poor child wasn't even aloud to attend his parents funerals. Minerva reflected on when Lily was pregnant. She was positively radiating happiness! She and James would sit and figure out plans on what they thought Harry would do when he grew up. Minerva was there when their world came crashing down. Lily's scared and James' heartbroken faces were still etched into her memory. She was there when they were informed of that horrid prophecy. Lily was terrified for her son. James has sworn to the child that he would get rid of Voldemort so Harry didn't have to. But why should a baby, a child, an orphan have to bear that burden. The burden of being the saviour of the wizarding world.
Minerva was snapped back to reality as the speaker finished. The coffins were lifted and put into the same hole in the ground. Minerva watched as people began to throw soil onto them. She could hear the clang of the hard soil making contact with the wood. Minerva approached the coffins and threw in her own handful, crying all the while. She made her way to the exit of the little cemetery in Godrics Hollow, but she suddenly doubled back on her track. Minerva hid behind a tree while everyone left. When no one else was around, Minerva knelt by the headstone. She felt in the pocket of her pressed black robes pocket, and fished out a piece of paper.
"Dearest Minerva," it read,"Lily gave birth today! A little boy. His name is Harry and I swear to you that he will be amazing. He just will be, I can tell. You should reserve the role of all three chaser positions on the Gryffindor quiddich team, he will be good enough to have them all! Honestly Minnie, he's going to be special, I can just feel it! Anyway, can you do me a favour? When Harry James Potter (that's his full name!) comes to hogwarts, can you make sure he gets up to mischief? I will be throughly devastated if he doesn't! I'all see you on Tuesday Minnie! Lots of love, James"
"I'll make sure of it James, you have my word" she smiled as she left the cemetery, thinking of the future antics of Harry James Potter.