(a/n - not much left now, and I just wish to say that I am getting rather upset that I am getting many hits, but few reviews etc... If you've read it, review! Even if it is just to say some constructive criticism)
The Obituaries...
Minerva sat with the rest of the staff and order as Albus read out the obituaries of those who had died in the war. They sat silently as his voice carried across the great hall. Minerva smiled at the man whom just over a year ago she wouldn't have even considered within her limits. So much had happened between her and Albus Dumbledore, and she hadn't even been teaching a year. Though this was a sad occasion, Minerva couldn't help but feel slightly glad: glad that the war was over and glad that she had gotten the man she loved.
Albus read the obituaries slowly and carefully at this special memorial service, and then he got to the 'm' section of the obituaries.
"McGonagall, Isobel." he glanced at his own McGonagall, sat looking at him. "Beloved wife to Robert McGonagall Sr, loving mother to all of her children. Sorely missed." He then went on to read out Minerva's father's obituary. Minerva was now crying silently, unnoticed to everyone else, and he badly wanted to go and comfort her. However, as headmaster, he had a duty to fulfil, so he continued reading out the obituaries.
Minerva allowed the tears to fall freely down her face. She didn't care what happened, all she wanted was to mourn her parents and be comforted by her one true love, Albus Dumbledore.