Re: Albus,
She had been to this funeral before, it seemed. Though that time it had been two coffins, not three, and the brothers had been laid to rest next to each other. Now she was at Gideon's funeral a second time, and it seemed so wrong somehow.
She was amazed how old some people were. How just like themselves others were. It went a long way to hitting home that she had truly returned from the dead, and that Gideon had too. Only to once more die.
She stood close to Dumbledore at the funeral, dressed in her Auror uniform. Gideon had been a Hit-wizard, and it was the least she could do to show her respect. She looked up as Fawkes landed on Dumbledore's shoulder, and scratched the bird a bit.
"It so strange to think that I was at his funeral only a couple of years ago, and now I am again," she said quietly. "The photographers are new." She looked at them, all focused on the Potters and it became clear what Moody had meant by more scrutiny than others.