Though it remained hidden behind thick grey clouds, the sun had been up for a few hours. The cold humid air clung around them pressing against her heavy chest. The loss they had suffered last night clawed at her in waves, some of them managing to spill over already swollen eyelids while some of them remained imprisoned in her chest, damaging every hopes and dream she carried for the young souls that passed through her classroom. Lily and James had been more than students to her, they had been her pride and joy, a purpose, a motivator for her draining yet rewarding vocation. They were gone now, leaving a hole in her soul, she could not imagine ever filling.
Except they had left legacies behind, one of inspiration and pride due to their immense courage, but also one in the flesh who was currently sleeping soundly in Minerva's arms. Albus had requested that she bring the child to his aunt's and uncle. An order she had considered reluctantly until she had seen the pair and had completely refused to leave the child with them. The sight of them had made her skin crawl, blood relation or not, Harry deserved to be in a home where he would be cherished and loved, not with the insensitive and rude muggles.
Entering the cottage barely made her feel better. While being in her space made her feel a tad safer, especially considering the multiple protective charms and spells Albus had added to her small home, there was a part of her that was nervous about the responsibility she was taking on. Minerva was a great witch, she would certainly keep Harry safe, but she had never been the most nurturing. It was only, temporary she reminded herself as she refused to consider what might have happened to Sirius when he had finally confronted Peter.
Unable to let the child leave her arms she tried to remain as still and as precise as possible as she used her wand to transfigure a few objects into the things she would need to take care of Harry. She was transfiguring her favorite chair into a cot when Harry blinked up at her.