"Me?!"
Teary eyes glanced at Professor McGonogall, surprised.
"As his apprentice, it is only appropriate I ask."
"But there are others; you, or Mr. Doge! Or Aberforth!?"
McGonagall's gaze softened, "I'm planning his funeral, Elphias is penning his obituary, and Aberforth has agreed to attend, I can ask no more of him."
Shaking her head, shocked, she desperately tried to deny the thought that she'd mattered to Dumbledore. "And Harry? They were much closer!"
"Mr. Potter's thoughts are currently occupied."
"But, me?!"
"You aren't required, but it is tradition."
"...fine, I'll give the eulogy."
