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Ch3: Death of the Mother

Harry Potter had defeated Voldemort his seventh year of school. Now here they were four years later on the day he'd lost his wife and Albus was burying his beloved mother.

The congregation and family sat in the large church listening to the choir.

In his lap Albus Dumbledore held his youngest grandchild as she sobbed silently into his suit. The little five year-old had her blonde curls buried deep in his beard and her blue eyes were full of tears.

"Kendra Morgana Dumbledore was a loving wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. Today we are here not to mourn her death but to celebrate her life," the old vicar said, "And to tell us we have here Marissa Smith; her youngest granddaughter."

A woman in her late thirties with long curly blonde hair and twinkling blue eyes came to stand behind the alter. She put some square framed glasses on her nose and unfolded an old piece of paper.

"When Father Johnson asked me to speak at my grandmother's funeral I wanted to tell him to hang his collar. It's well known I am a teacher not a speaker," she said.

A few gave a light chuckle.

"But as I thought about it I realized that if I just pretend all of you are a bunch of adolescents I'll be just fine," she smirked.

Here there was a good bit of laughter.

"Well to get back to why I'm up here. I was going through some old papers in grandmother's attic and I came across this paper that I think just sum's everything up about what all of her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren thought of her."

Marissa unfolded a piece of paper and began to read.

"When I think of a person that's my role model I think of but one person. I think of the woman that helped my father raise my sisters and I. I think of the mother of the greatest wizard of the age. I think of Kendra Marissa Dumbledore.

Miss Kendra helped my father get through the pain of loosing our mother to Dragon Fever; she was even there to care for our mother through it all. I will never forget how she spent hours by my mother's bed side cooling her off and feeding her soup. After mother died and I went back to school she would baby sit my little sisters even though her children were already grown.

I sometimes found it funny that when her sons would tease me about my study habits she would be quick to tell them that a well learned girl is the treasure all men should seek.

As I grew older I found a motherly comfort in telling my deepest secrets to her. She was always there to listen and give advice. And I know I will never forget they day I told her I had fallen in love with her eldest son. Though he was some twenty years older than me she said and I quote; 'Minnie my dear child love knows no bounds. Age is immaterial and wisdom comes in many forms. If you love my son then tell him no matter the consequences. It is better to know than to spend eternity in question,' end quote.

Miss Kendra was right as always and now I find myself happily married to Albus with two adorable girls and another baby on the way. For all the world I count my blessings and at the top of the list is Miss Kendra. She is the epitome of what I think of when I think of an angel."

"This was an excerpt form my mother's diary. I think we can all safely say that Minerva Dumbledore knew just what she was talking about. My grandmother was always there as a silent guardian to all who needed her as well as giving advice to those as well. We will miss her greatly," Marissa replied and stepped down from the alter.

After the funeral and condolences everyone went home and all that were left were Marissa, her daughter, and Albus.

Marissa and her daughter walked up to Albus as he stood staring at his wife's headstone; his mother's being not far from it.

"I never knew Gran helped Grandpa McGonagall," Marissa said softly.

"Yes, mother had a soft spot for Malcolm McGonagall. Funnily enough it is isn't it; Malcolm and I grew up together and I end up marrying his eldest child," Albus sighed caressing the stone.

"Now Gran can look after mum and everyone again till the rest of us get there," Marissa said softly.

"You're right Marissa. She's doing just what she wants; and I believe she left a good replacement," he smiled tearfully holding out a diamond ring to her.

The ring was handed down from generation to generation as a mark of honor in the Dumbledore family. Each woman deemed the most like her previous ancestor would be given it. It was not magical or powerful; merely a symbol.

It was a silver band with an eight carat diamond in the shape of a heart and two perfectly round sapphires on either side.

"OH daddy," Marissa sobbed as she took the ring and buried herself in his robes.

As his daughter cried into his chest and his granddaughter into his leg; Albus looked at the sky and in a moment he was sure he saw his mother and wife smiling down at him.

A light breeze blew over his face and in his ear he was sure he heard two voices say, "You're doing just fine Albus. Just fine."


That's the end.

I alter some timelines for this story but in the end I believed it worked out well

GOD BLESS!