As her transfiguration, Minerva scuttled around the corridors of Hogwarts looking for Albus. She came across Filch and Hagrid as they were cleaning up the mess.

"Po' ole Professor McGonagall," sighed Hagrid as he and Filch were cleaning up the mess the Death Eaters made. "She luffed 'im she did."

"Pfft," said Filch. "Love is over rated."

"What are you talking about?" asked Hagrid in horror. "They were married!"

"Married?" "Yeh, many good years now."

Minerva continued her way to the hospital wing to find Albus. She looked in the isolation room and there he was. His face was disfigured and his body was mutilated. Minerva transfigured back into her human being. She looked at Albus as he was lied out on the bed. Poppy would probably make him look better in the morning.

Minerva threw herself onto her husband's body and wept heavily. She wanted to curl up and die right then and there.

Out of nowhere, Minerva's eldest daughter, Moira popped out of nowhere. Moira was about twenty-five years old and the level headed daughter of the broad.

"Mum," said Moira as she pulled Minerva off Albus's body. "I was sure that Auntie Poppy would have given you her magic drug. Come on, mum. Let's go back to bed and tomorrow, you can take a hot bath."

Moira took her mother back to her chambers and had her lay down in bed.

"You want to know how I found you?" grinned Moira. "Aunt Poppy took me to your chambers and you weren't there. Then we figured that you were looking for pop. Aunt Poppy told me where he was and also told me to tell you not to worry. She'll make him look better for the funeral."

Then Poppy entered the room with the drought.

"Good, you found her," said Poppy as she poured a teaspoon of the drought and put it up to Minerva's mouth. Minerva turned away from Poppy. "Come on, Minnie. You need to sleep." Minerva pierced her lips tightly. Moira placed her hands on Minerva's face and had her face Poppy. Poppy pulled her jaw down and shoved the spoonful into her mouth.

"That's a good girl," said Poppy as Minerva was hacking. Then Minerva fell asleep. Finally, Poppy looked at Moira. "Come on, love. Let's get you settled." Poppy pulled out the spare bed Minerva kept in there for whenever any of her and Albus's children visit.

"Oh Poppy, pop was everything to mum," sighed Moira. She was like her mother in everyway; she kept a firm look, but when she was with Poppy or her mother on occasion, then she would let her guard down and show her true emotions. "What's going to happen? I mean, I have never seen her like this. Does Brian, Haidan and Anna know yet?"

"Brian won't make it from Durmstrang until the morning. His headmaster would not let him come right away. Haidan has not replied yet," Poppy sighed.

"He is probably drunk," said Moira as she started to unpack.

Poppy knew about Haidan's wild side. She knew that Minerva and Albus had tried everything to straighten him up, but he could not be tamed. They even had Snape intervene with him a couple of times when he was teenager. When he came of age to go to school, Minerva and Albus thought that it would be best if he attended Hogwarts so they could keep an eye on him. To their surprise, he was sorted into Slytherin's house and he was one of Snape's favorite students.

That man talked sense into their son killed Albus to protect that Malfoy brat. Stupid unbreakable vow! Poppy did not even mention in the letters who killed Albus because she still could not believe it. She had to be strong for Minerva. She had to.

"Now young, lady. You need to get some sleep. I am sure it was one heck of a flight from that Beaux's (?) Academy," Poppy said firmly.

"Auntie Poppy," said Moira. "Are you staying the night with mum and I?"

"Yes," said Poppy.

"Auntie, who killed my dad?" asked Moira.

Poppy was speechless. She did not know what to do with this situation. This was probably something that Minerva should tell the children herself.

"Your mother will tell you tomorrow, or Hogwarts, whichever comes first," Poppy said dryly. "Now go to sleep before I give you the drought."

Moira waited until Poppy was asleep before she crept over to her mother. Like her father, Moira was a powerful wizard, or in her case, witch. She did a legimacy spell on her mother to figure out who killed her father.

"Poppy, what am I going to tell the children?" Minerva asked as she went behind the screen to change into her nightclothes.

"The truth. Their father fought bravely and died for what he believed in," said Poppy.

"But Severus killed him! You know that he was Haidan's favorite teacher when he went here," sobbed Minerva

Snape killed my dad? Moira said in shock. Then, she thought to cheer herself up, she would practice legimacy on Auntie Poppy. Auntie Poppy's thoughts were sometimes humorous. They were always pink and blue.

"Oh Charles," Poppy cried. "I don't want you to go into battle. You cannot leave me here! You just can't!"

"Poppy, I have to," Charles sighed. "I need to defeat Gellert once and for all!"

There was a crash in the house. Poppy and her children Bianca and Max were taken hostage.

"BIANCA! MAX!"

"MAMA! MAMA!"

"Bianca! Bianca! Max!" Poppy screamed in her sleep. She was sweating big time. Moira woke her up.

"Auntie Poppy!" Moira screamed. "Auntie Poppy!" Poppy woke up.

"Oh dear," Poppy blushed.

Moira knew that her mother would be furious if she knew that she was practicing legimacy on her and Poppy while they were asleep.

Now how in the hell was Moira going to cheer up when Poppy was thinking about a horrible event?