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This is dedicated to my Grandmother whom I loved dearly and whom I lost Christmas Morning. I wrote this story the day after her funeral.

Just Fine

Summary: What if the greatest couple ever made were torn apart early in life? How would the wizard cope? Only by the grace of his mother is how.

Ch1: Death of a Love

It was such a beautiful day. The sun was shining and a pleasant breeze blew over the church yard. It was a blissful spring day; but as the church doors opened one became aware of the fact that today was anything but happy.

No in fact it was a sorrow filled day indeed as the funeral precession made its way across the village road to the graveyard. The beautiful white coffin was placed over the site and the family took their seats around it as the rest of the congregation gathered around.

"Friends and loved ones may we always remember that while this lovely lady has left us she is not gone. She watches over her family even as we speak and we will all see her again when the time comes," the vicar replied.

Everyone bowed their heads in prayer and gave their condolences to the family. After several minutes everyone had wondered off and returned to their homes. A few still remained.

"Mi-ma why gandpa so sad?" asked a little two year-old with black curls and hazel eyes.

"Because Granny Min has gone from this world little one. He is sad because he misses her very much," replied an old woman.

She was of medium height and size with her grey curls pulled into a loose bun and her blue eyes held unshed tears that she refused to let fall.

"Oh," the little one sighed and pulled on her father's pants leg to pick her up.

The old woman left her grandchildren and great grandchild as she softly walked up to the man that had his hand on the coffin. His shoulders were shaking and in his arms slept the youngest of his children; a little eight month old with blue eyes and blonde curls.

"Albus," the woman called softly putting her hand on his shoulder.

"It's just not fair mother," the man cried, "She was supposed to out live me. Why…why did she have to die?" the man cried.

"Darling she was sick for a very long time. We did all we could but she was just too sick baby. Now she's at peace," the woman replied.

"It should have been me," the man cried.

"Maybe… then again maybe not. Albus we all miss her and we all loved her. But Minerva will not come back just because you miss her. I told you that when your father died. Percival will watch over Minerva. You need to watch over these little ones," she said as her hand caressed the baby's head.

"But…how will I raise them mother?" He asked in desperation.

"The same as you did before. And I'll be in the Hollow should you ever need help," the woman smiled and kissed his cheek, "You're my son Albus and I'll always be there to help you."

He gave a weak smile and nodded letting the elder woman lead him away. The children followed them.