She sighed, like she'd been hoping for something better but not really expected it. "The entire wizarding world is in an uproar, of course," the Deputy Headmistress said. Fireworks everywhere. And the defeat of Lord Voldemort had been the headline of the Evening Prophet. You couldn't avoid it, not when Albus and Rubeus Hagrid had delivered four bodies to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement for burial - the three Potters and the Dark Lord. The people on duty had all started crying and cheering more or less simultaneously, and the reporters had found out almost instantly. "Everyone knows that the Potters are heroes," Minerva continued unhappily, "of course everyone's heard that they killed Voldemort, but no one seems to recall that they're dead, Albus." As well he knew. Dead and gone, never to return. Two of the brightest students he'd seen in years, strong and courageous and righteous, everything Godric Gryffindor had wanted in his students ... snuffed out in a heartbeat, like candles left out in the rain.