"Albus, have you seen this?" The newspaper Minerva slammed on the desk bore the face of a worse-for-wear man in the impenetrable fortress of Azkaban.
His voice, oddly restricted forced him to reply only with a nod.
"Is it true? Sirius… did he…?" The remainder of her words were left unspoken – but not unknown – as she was possessed by a severe set of racking sobs.
"I just cannot believe it... I won't believe it of him... I don't understand!"
No longer able to watch the anguish on her face, Albus drew her closer to him and rested his chin atop her head.
"I know, dear. I know."
A/N: I sincerely apologize for the angst in this chapter, but next time happiness will return!