Moira laid back in her bed, still restless. Now that her mother was falling apart over her father, she knew that she had to be the strong one for when the rest of the children came over.

We are Dumbledore's! her mother once proclaimed in her youth. We have to be strong and brave.

Moira knew the dangers of being a Dumbledore; you had enemies on every corner. No matter what you do, somebody is out there to kill you.

Then Moira looked at Poppy as she was finally sleeping peacefully. Moira knew that Poppy was putting on a strong front too for her mom.

Usually, it was her mother that was putting on the strong front, but when Moira saw the woman throwing herself onto Albus's lifeless body, she did not know her at all. She just went in there and smiled as if it were nothing because she knew that her mother needed one sane person to be with her. Now that her father was dead, killed by a friend of the family, Moira was now left alone to take care of her mother.

The next morning, Igor arrived with young Brian Dumbledore. Brian was about fifteen years old and he was stern, just like the other boys are at Durmstrung.

"Hey Brian," said Moira as she greeted her brother with a hug.

"I vas deeply sadden by the sudden death of your Vater," said Igor as he gave Moira a hug. "How is your mutter?"

"Mum is sleeping," said Moira. "Come on in, I'll get you some breakfast."

Igor came into Minerva's quarters with the Dumbledore children. Moira concocted up breakfast by herself because she did not believe in exploiting house elves.

Poppy soon woke up and came into Minerva's little eat-in kitchen.

"Hello, Igor," said Poppy as she gave him a hug.

"Hello dear friend," said Igor.

Then Poppy went over to Brian and gave him hug. "How are you doing, love?"

"He has not spoken at all since he got the news. I don't blame him at all," said Igor as he sipped his coffee.

"Brian, would you like some eggs?" asked his sister as she placed them in front of him. Brian did not answer. "Come on brother, you have to eat something."

Then Maxine arrived with Anna. Anna was twelve years old and in tears over her father's death.

"Oh Anna," said Moira as she hugged her sister tightly.

"Moira!" cried Anna. "Who did it? Who!"

Moira knew who did it, but she felt that her mother should be the one to tell them.

"I want to know who killed him so I could kill him!" she sobbed.

"Annie, mum will be the one to tell you," calmly said Moira.

"Oh Moira, I am zo glad dat you made it 'ere," said Maxine as she gave Moira a hug.

"Who will take over the school while you are here?" asked Moira.

"Fleur will, don't vorry," Maxine smiled.

"Poppy, should somebody wake mom up?" asked Moira.

"Let her sleep," said Poppy. "She has been through enough."

Meanwhile, while everybody was eating the private breakfast that Moira whipped up, Minerva was having a very interesting dream. She dreamt that Albus was still alive.

Albus! she said as she ran over to him and wrapped her arms around him.

Minnie! he replied.