she took in the weasley clan as they rallied round Bills bed. she was suddenly hit with pangs of jealousy- why was it her family had never been able to share moments of unity. The Dark forces, it seemed, were obliterating all of the things she loved. Grindewald had seen to her children's murder himself, and now by Voldemort's orders, her husband had been killed too.

she suddenly looked and saw Molly and Arthur hurrying towards their son's bed.

"bBill" Molly choked out, immediately fearing the worst when she saw her son lying in bed. Minerva's mind was cast back to when she and Albus had found their son Nathaniel.

it was cold and dark in the cavern. it was also pretty empty, considering all the rumours that had circulated having not eaten or slept, and drunk nothing but muddy water which Grindewald has "gracefully" provided in a bucket in her pitiful excuse for a cell. two foot tall, and four foot long, and barely 2 foot wide. you couldn't stand, you couldn't sit, you couldn't do anything. Minerva had been there three days. she was cold, hungry, weak, and all but hopeless. her wand was with Him, and the magical part of her mind had been bound. Grindewald knew that even without her wand she was powerful, so had taken the necessary precautions. her dishevelled appearance reflected her mindset, and her usually life filled, if not stern, emerald eyes looked to the other cell.

if she had it bad, albus had it worse. the same sized cell, but of course he was taller and broader than her so it was more uncomfortable. also, as much as he would never admit it, his knees and back were suffering. he was stripped, surely a sick kick of grindewald's, and mentally bound to within an inch of being conscious- if he was unconscious he wouldn't be suffering.

Minerva just stared at her husband, and he, in his demi conscious state, at her, with nothing they could do to help each other, except share the experience. at least their Nathaniel was safe.

some time later- days, or it might have been hours, blinding light flooded the cavern. both Minerva and Albus squinted and shirked away, only to be met by the cold harsh metal bars which held them captive. Grindewald appeared. he was dragging someone, or rather his minions were dragging

"No!" Minerva shrieked, then her voice falling to a whisper she continued to mutter to herself; "no, no" Albus merely stared, he was unable to speak his mental bonds so severe. tears formed at the corners of his eves as he saw the hostage, or was it body?

"I do love a family reunion don't you" Grindewald said, his voice echoing throughout the cavern.

Minerva simply looked at him, mustering all her loathing and contempt, willing her eyes to somehow harm him, but of course, they didn't. She had been gagged, as a result of her earlier reaction. Albus was simply staring, his keen perceptive eyes void of all emotion, and his body slumped. His son was dead. no living soul could have endured the amount of pain that Nathaniel had.

Minerva looked from her son's blood ridden, whipped, and slashed body, misshapen and collapsed as it left in a heap on the floor feeble breaths wracking it's misshapen form as Nathaniel fought for his dying breaths, and felt nothing. All emotion plummeted from her being as she stared, helpless except to see her son dying, while she was contained by cages and bonds. As his body stopped moving, the stillness and peace of death took him.

- Mental note to all potential dark lords. do not, under any circumstances kill the most powerful wizard and witch of the age's child. you will not win, from the force of emotional power released.-

Albus suddenly looked up, alert, though encompassed with anger, Minerva only a second behind him mirroring his actions. the imperius curse, though it had been expertly cast, was no match for maternal and paternal grief, nor love.

the two mages made short work of their cages, the wandless magic display being impressive, which was even noted by grindelwards henchmen. grindelward was firing spells like a madman, and Albus quickly retaliated, after summoning his wand.

the elder wand and the elder wizard, truly a legendary duel. 1945, the caverns of Bavaria, and far surpassing the status it had been propelled through by legend. on talent alone Dumbledore was undefeatable, but the elder wand and his abuse of dark magic levelled the field again. Albus Dumbledore however was little known for his rage, and along with his age, the bearer of the unbeatable wand was defeated.

Minerva blinked her memories away, back to the hospital wing.