Hermione isn't even sure if she would be okay if this was Ron. She's just not. It's about family. It's about love. It's about that it mattered more to her to force them into her family, to get back her blood pride, than it was about loving her children.

She clings to Harry, not caring that in body they are eleven years old. She needs his closeness and his comfort.

McGonnagal watches them, noticing the closeness between them, how they touch and how mature their motions are. And how deep their pain is over this news that she is still so confused about. It's not that Molly Weasley wasn't strong enough to do this, it's how could she do it?

She frowns, shaking her head. "No. No, I did not. He was sent... Peter was killed in an alley after trying to stop him. There were so many arrested for deaths and sent to Azkaban. I just never thought about what happened between those two things happening.

Her brows shoot up. "You know about Lupin? About..." She shakes her head, that isn't the point. That they knew that meant more to her, gave her more knowledge about what they knew and how true this all is.

"Let me handle this," she says, glancing between them. "Ron isn't expecting anything, and he doesn't... He doesn't know about this, does he?"