She'd been wrong. The news was so much worse than anything she could have imagined. She shook her head, almost unconscious of the movement, and reached behind her for the wall before she fell.
"Oh Harry," she tried to say, but it came out as a sob. Her little boy, her precious little boy, and the amazing man he'd grown into, was gone. She knew she was crying, but didn't care that Alastor was there to see.
"James. He doesn't know. I...I don't think I can tell him."