Lily nodded and grasped Riley's hand tightly as McGonagall led them out of Gryffindor tower and down the hallway to her office where she sat them down and brought forth a rolled up newspaper. She hated this part of her job, but someone must be there for the students in times such as these, and if it was she who had to deliver the news, then so be it. McGonagall opened the newspaper and set it down on the desk. "I wanted to show you this in private, before you saw it at breakfast..."<br/><br/>"S-sixty three d-dead in Small S-surrey V-village of..." Lily's breath hitched and her hands clenched around the hem of her skirt as she looked down, shaking her head. Her mind was exploding. No. It couldn't be her parents, it was probably just McGonagall wanted to let her know her town had been attatcked... to make sure she knew... that there might be someone she had known gone now.. but not her parents. They were still...<br/><br/>"Miss Evans, I know it is much harder to hear, than to tell, but your parents...." McGonagall paused, watching as the red head's head shaking became much more severely obviously. "Your parents were killed in the attack. Death Eaters were searching for the home of a well known and protected family.... and everyone else got caught in the cross fire... I'm so very sorry... If you need something, all you have to do is ask. We're all here to help you and those who have also lost their family members in...."<br/><br/>McGonagall didn't get to finish her sentence. A scream, similiar to that of a banshee, so full of pain and strife, echoed strangely out of the redhead as she collasped into wailing sobs. She stood quickly, knocking her chair over, and ran from the office.