A/N: Okay, I know you all think Moira is insensitive, but she is not. She is merely acting like her mother. Moira feels that since she is the oldest, she has to be the strongest. Oh and that Poppy thing...it will come up soon when Minerva goes to Poppy to vent.

"Albus?" said Minerva.

"I am always here with you in spirit, Minerva," he smiled.

Then Minerva woke up. She stepped out of her room and looked around at everybody who was there; Madame Maxine, Igor, her son Brian, her daughter Anna, and Poppy. She then went into the kitchen and fixed herself a cup of coffee. Her hands were so shaky that she dropped the cup and the cup broke on the floor.

"Fuck it!" Minerva whispered as she headed back for her room.

"Mummy!" Anna cried. Minerva turned around and hugged Anna tightly.

"Darling," Minerva wept.

"Mummy, how?" Anna sobbed.

Minerva looked in her daughter's emerald eyes and tried to come up with an explanation for her father's sudden death.

"Darling, it is hard for me to say," sobbed Minerva.

"Mum, do you want something to eat?" asked Moira.

"No, sweetheart," said Minerva. "I do not know what to do. How am I going to live without him?"

Moira had it with being the strong one. She wanted to just cry along with them, but she couldn't. She just couldn't. She ran into the bathroom and locked the door. Nobody seemed to notice, which was fine by her.

Brian stepped away from everybody. Minerva saw him and acknowledged him. Brian just took a few more steps back.

"Brian," said Minerva as she tried to hug him. Brian ran out of the quarters.

"Poor lad has not said a thing since ve left Durmstrung," sighed Igor.

Minerva sighed.

"Mummy, what do we do now?" cried Anna.

"We bury your father," said Minerva.

The next day was the wake. Harry, Hermione, and Ron paid their respects to Minerva and her family.

"How are you doing, professor?" asked Hermione.

"As fine as I could I suppose," said Minerva as she looked at Brian who was camped out under the tree.

Then out of nowhere, Haidan arrived.

"Hey mum," said Haidan. "I got the message from Auntie Poppy. Who did it?"

Minerva looked away from Haidan. How was she going to tell him that his friend Snape killed his father? How would one tell their child that there hero killed his father?

Brian stood under a tree and watched from afar. Hagrid saw him and thought that it would be best to comfort the lad.

""ello Brian," said Hagrid as he sat next to him. "Your father was a good man. He will be missed." There was a moment of silence between the two. "You know, your mudder's worried about you. She doesn't think dat you are all right. I know you are trying be a man an' all, but your mudder and fadder want you to be able to let it all out."

Still nothing was said from Brian.

"Come on now, lad," said Hagrid. "Let it out. Be mad! Punch a tree or something! I won't tell!"

Brian stood up and kicked the tree he was sitting under. Then he started punching it until his knuckles started to bleed.

"Okay lad, that's enough!" said Hagrid as he pulled him away from the tree. "The tree did not kill your father."

Then Brian looked up at Hagrid, as if he were going to say something, and then ran off.