Chapter 192 - Godric’s Hollow (2/2)

Professor McGonagall's lips press together in pain as she says, ”But as is Auror Vinovich. She not only killed Fenrir Grayback but even died to protect the boy.”

”How is the boy?” Percius curiously asked as he recalled the boy, he had carried away from the tragic slope that fateful night.

A sad smile crosses her face as Professor McGonagall replies, ”My brothers tell me that his widow is moving back to live with her parents in order to care for the children. However, I am told despite having his memories obliviated the boy still claims he was saved from a monster by his father and Vinovich.”

”Well, in that case, I would not be surprised to see him at Hogwarts in a few years,” Percius said with a soft chuckle.

”Yes, a child's magic can be quite powerful at times when it manifests,” Professor McGonagall confessed with a smile. ”I'll admit that it pleases me to no end knowing that at least the boy will not forget the sacrifice of his father nor that of Vinovich.”

Percius lets another chuckle at her response as Professor McGonagall slowly joins in as they turn into loud peals of laughter. Sniffing, they both sadly smile at each other as Professor McGonagall notices it is dusk as the sun had vanished from view. ”I best be heading back to Hogwarts. I've got students who will get into all sorts of trouble on the weekends.”

”Ah, yes, Head of Gryffindor is it?” Percius teased.

”And what is that supposed to mean Auror Clements?” Professor McGonagall said with narrowed eyes.

”I was a Ravenclaw, Professor,” Percius smugly said. ”I wouldn't know anything about that sort of thing.”

Professor McGonagall snorts through her nose. ”Pesky know it all's.” Percius flashes her a smug smile, shaking her head Professor McGonagall mutters something about flighty bird brains as she turns away to leave.

Percius watches her vanish through the graveyard as he turns back to the grave before him. ”I'll be back before you know it, Sara,” Percius promised before he too made his way out of the cemetery. A deep silence fell upon the cemetery as it remained as grave and still as before. And as it should be for the dead preferred the silence to rest therein.