"Albus, what have I done?" Minerva stared out the window, rain still pelting the glass. It might as well have been her who cast the spell all those years ago. "I helped them break the law and look what happened! When you asked me teach them to be animagi I didn't think twice. I told myself it was for Remus' good and now look what happened. I tried to protect one of my cubs and killed two of them."
The witch sank onto the bed. It hadn't been until the castle started to wind down for the night that the thought had stuck her; then Minerva had realized the part she had played in the night the Potters had been murdered. After two years of James and Sirius pestering both Minerva herself and Albus, she'd given in and agreed to give the three boys lessons to become animagi, to help Remus with his own transformations of course. At the time it had seemed innocent enough but she couldn't bear the thought of it now. She had killed two of her cubs as surely as if she had cast the spell herself.