Title:
Time and again
Author: Jaya
Rating:
FMAO (For Mature Adults Only!)
Disclaimer:
They don’t belong to me…. IF they did
they would be having a whole lot more fun…. And Harry would have to go find
another series to hang around in… but
since they belong to J.K. Rowling…. I’ll send them back unharmed (happier… and
unharmed.)
Summary: Uh… Uh… Albus and Minerva fight Grindelwald
and then…
~o~
Part
One
Chapter
One
The
land was smothered in blackness; only the muted beams of a thin new moon
providing any break in the inky countryside.
The air was filled with silence, no wind, and no buzz of insects, no
croaking of frogs marring the seemingly peaceful night. Only a person with the vision of a cat could
have seen the senseless wartime destruction that scorched the earth through the
dim shadows.
Fortunately
moving like a cat was something that Minerva McGonagall excelled at. Her animagus form traversed the rubble with
ease, her green eyes glowing brilliantly in the dim light as she followed the
scent of her prey.
Minerva
spotted her quarry just where she suspected he would be, standing stiffly in a
slight depression on the lonely hillside.
His brilliant blue eyes peered into space, seeing nothing and everything
at the same time.
She
crouched in the still grass, her slowly swishing tail the only discernable
movement. Her target never acknowledged
her.
Finally
Minerva pounced toward the broad back in front of her. In mid leap, her feline body stretched into
the feminine form of a tall pale woman with dark hair and pleasing
features. Her feet hit the ground just
inches behind the man. Her arms snaked
around his chest while her cheek fell to rest on his shoulder.
“You
shouldn’t be out in the open like this.
It’s too dangerous.” Minerva whispered.
In
answer Albus shifted an arm back between them, wrapped it around Minerva’s
waist and pulled her around until she was enveloped in his embrace.
“He
won’t strike now. He’s like a spider in
his lair… waiting for me to come to him… knowing that the time of our final
confrontation is coming.”
“But
his men...?”
Albus
Dumbledore shook his head slightly. “The
muggle war is winding down. The allied
armies will be in
“But
he is still powerful…”
“Extremely…
but his alliance with the Germans is in ruin.
He only has two choices. Either
he can make a bold strike to try and rejuvenate the war effort or he can fade
quietly into the background and lay low while slowly rebuilding his power
base. We can’t let that happen…”
“So
you will fight him.” Minerva’s words were a statement rather than a question.
“We
know approximately where he is. I plan
to leave tomorrow, travel to where he is and then challenge him.”
Minerva’s
arms tightened and she turned her face into Albus’ chest to mask her sorrow.
“Please
understand, Minerva. I have to do this.”
Finally
Minerva raised her eyes to meet Albus’.
“I don’t understand… but I accept it.”
Albus
nodded. “You go back to the house
now. The others will miss you and you
aren’t really dressed for a nighttime stroll through the countryside.” Something that Minerva quickly recognized as
desire sparked in Albus’ eyes as he took in her attire. She wore only a straight black skirt that
just covered her knees and a simple white peasant blouse with a low wide
neckline. Her feet were bare
“I
realized you weren’t in your bed…” Minerva blushed slightly. “You have little room to talk.” She laid her palm on Albus’ chest, her
fingers burrowing through his beard to touch the bare skin beneath. She could tell by the drape of the fabric
that he’d only bothered to fasten his one robe halfway up and his feet were
also bare. “Alastor knows that I came to
look for you.”
“We
should both get back then. He’ll be
looking for us…”
“I
told him we wouldn’t be back tonight…” Minerva ignored the surprised look on
Albus’ face as she took his hand in hers and moved down the hill. Albus followed meekly behind, knowing that
Minerva was heading for the concealed entrance of one of their many supply
bunkers.
A
quietly muttered spell lowered the guards and let them enter and then Minerva
was closing the door behind them, reinstating the spells and adding a few of
her own to keep the world away for a few more hours.
“Lumos.”
Light
sprang from the tip of Minerva’s wand and she used it to ignite a small lantern
in the corner. Albus didn’t say a word
as he watched Minerva spread a blanket and transform two rolls of bandages into
pillows. When she was done she laid her
wand carefully on the table next to the lantern and lifted her hands to the end
of her thick braid. A quick tug stripped
the tartan ribbon away and she swiftly began to undo the plait.
Before
she was half done Albus was there, his fingers taking over the task, slowing
down to stroke each inch of freed hair until finally her locks hung in a
midnight sheet past Minerva’s waist.
“I
love your hair.”
“And
I love yours.” Minerva turned into
Albus, her arms sliding around his shoulders so that she could wrap her fingers
through his long auburn tresses. “Kiss
me, Albus.”
Albus
lowered his face to hers but at the last moment turned to the side so that his
lips brushed her cheek.
“We
can’t, Minerva…”
Minerva
smiled sultrily. “We can and we will…”
“We
agreed three years ago when we took this mission that our personal feelings…
our desire for each other… would have to end until…”
“We
agreed… and we’ve both lived up to our vow…” Minerva had worked her hand
beneath Albus’ hair and into the neck of his robes, pushing them away as she
fingered the planes of his shoulders.
“…But tomorrow is the beginning of the end and we don’t know if… please
give me tonight…”
“Oh,
Tabby… I want you… but…” Albus felt his robes slide over his shoulders,
stopping at his bent elbows.
“No
buts…” Minerva took a step back. Only as
her skirt flowed down her legs did Albus realize that Minerva had released the
clasp. She stepped out of the puddle of
fabric around her feet and onto the blanket, her fingers working over the
buttons of her blouse. The bottom hem of
the shirt covered her bottom, but just barely.
As she turned Albus had a glimpse of her firm milky cheeks.
Minerva
sank gracefully to the blanket, her shirt only half buttoned. Under Albus’ watchful gaze she dealt with the
remaining buttons, shrugged out of the blouse and tossed it away, leaving her
gloriously naked before him.
Albus
dropped his arms and his robes joined her clothes on the ground as he sank down
to the blanket beside Minerva. This time
their lips met with no hesitation.
“Tabby…
I don’t have… oh God… we can’t go all…” Albus tried to talk between kisses but
Minerva wouldn’t let him.
“It’s
okay… I’m safe…” Minerva lay back on the soft blanket, pulling Albus with her.
“My cycle… finished… days ago.” The
kisses were growing increasingly passionate.
“Mmm…
nonethe… I’ll pull…” Albus groaned when Minerva hooked her leg over his hip,
opening her core to his rampant arousal.
“…out… I’ll pull out…”
“…like
hell…”
~o~
With
one last penetrating glance around the perimeter of the auror outpost, Alastor
Moody sank into the shadows of the house, propping his back against the hard
stone. He’d begin his next round in
twenty minutes, he decided. He always
changed his times in order to avoid any semblance of a pattern.
He
idly wondered about Dumbledore and the McGonagall girl as he kept his eyes focused
on the darkness. Albus had been
Alastor’s friend for many years; one of the few he had. Moody didn’t give his trust lightly but
Dumbledore had certainly earned it. So
had McGonagall for that matter. Wary
didn’t begin to describe his feelings about the young girl who had been
assigned to his auror team due to her animagus skills. ‘Trained by Dumbledore’ the ministry
officials had told him, ‘One of the best.’
But Moody made up his own mind… and the girl had proved her worth. Over the past three years she’d performed
every tasked assigned to her without complaint.
Her loyalty to the cause couldn’t be questioned.
Alastor
smiled, the deep scars on his face making the movement appear sinister even
though that wasn’t intended. He’d always
suspected that what ran between Dumbledore and McGonagall went far deeper than
loyalty. Her actions tonight were just
another bit of evidence to the suspicious old auror. But Dumbledore was out there… somewhere… and
if the girl could help him… in whatever way he needed help… then Alastor was
all for it.
A
curse sprang to Alastor’s lips as an explosion of golden light illuminated the
horizon. A single note of music accompanied the sight, the purest tone of sound
that Alastor had ever heard. The light
and sound were gone before he could free his wand but seconds later a wave of
almost invisible magic, stronger than any he had ever felt before hit him,
knocking him back against the building.
Its force continued in a pulsing fashion for several minutes before
finally fading away, leaving the landscape completely dark once again.
~o~
Three
hours had passed by the time that Alastor had completely searched the boundary
for a break in the protective wards and found nothing. The sudden surge of magic hadn’t been repeated
but Alastor wouldn’t be happy until he knew its source.
He’d
just settled down in a chair leaning against the barn to think when a slight
movement caught the corner of his eye.
Alastor quickly jumped up, wand at the ready, but relaxed slightly when
he recognized Albus Dumbledore approaching.
He didn’t lower his wand but he did swallow the curse on his lips.
Alastor
watched with undisguised interest as Albus came closer. A beam of moonlight managed to fight its way
through the rolling clouds, allowing Moody to see clearly. His expression quickly changed from wary to
stunned for, in his arms, Albus carried a sleeping Minerva. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and her
head rested against his shoulder. The
hair that was always caught in a tight bun or braid flowed freely down her
back. A blanket was wrapped around her
body but the loose corner flapping against Albus’ arm revealed a pale arm and
shoulder. Alastor swallowed hard when he
recognized the skirt and blouse draped over Albus’ right arm and realized that
beneath the blanket the woman wore nothing.
As
the couple came close, Alastor felt power radiating from them, magic as strong
as he had ever felt. At three feet he
would have sworn that he could actually see a golden aura clinging to them
both.
Before
Alastor could challenge them, Albus murmured the password and continued moving
toward the door to the house.
~o~
Dawn
was only an hour away when Alastor’s relief, Cecile Longbottom, came to take
his place on guard duty. He cautioned her
to remain constantly vigilant then headed into the house; a bit surprised at
himself that he hadn’t mentioned the surge of magic that he’d experienced.
The
smell of coffee brewing lured Alastor into the kitchen where he poured a large
cup of the potent brew and sank into a hard chair by the table. He knew that he needed to grab a few hours
sleep before the he and the other chosen few left to track Grindelwald but his
mind couldn’t seem to let go of the phenomenon he’d witnessed earlier. He was so caught up in his musings that he
didn’t realize he was no longer alone until Albus plunked his mug down on the
table.
“You
are lucky I didn’t hex you into next year,” Moody growled.
“In
your dreams,” Albus replied in a friendly tone, not rising to his friends’
bait.
“So
how long you been bedding her? I
wouldn’t have known…”
“Alastor…”
Albus warned.
“I
knew you two were good friends but I’d never have guessed that you were
tomcatting around her…”
“Alastor!” This time Moody caught the anger in Albus’
voice and shifted back in his chair to stare at his friend.
“Shit,
Albus! You’re in love with her! My God, man!
She’s young enough to be your granddaughter… your great-granddaughter!”
“Kindly
keep your voice down, Alastor, or I shall be hexing you into next year. I may do so anyway if you ever speak of
Minerva with any disrespect ever again.
My relationship with Tab… Minerva isn’t for public discussion.”
Alastor
glanced around the room. “Is she…” his
eyes gestured upward.
“She
is safely tucked in upstairs. No one
will be the wiser… if you hold your tongue.”
The look Albus gave Alastor made it clear that he had little choice.
Alastor
held up his hands in mock supplication.
“It’s your business… no one else’s…
I told you, I never would have guessed… well, not that you were sleeping
with her, at least... I’ve never seen
you and Minerva stare at each other longingly, much less kiss or touch. But I can see that she makes you happy. It was written all over your face as you
approached.”
“I
can’t remember ever feeling like this.
Even amidst all of the strife and chaos… Tabby is my touchstone…” Albus
eyes grew soft for a moment then he remembered whom he was sitting next
to. “Besides, you have little cause to
argue. You aren’t that much younger than
I am and I’ve noticed how you look at young Miss Pomfrey, one of my Tabby’s
classmates, I might add…”
Alastor
barked out a harsh laugh. “Point
taken. But seriously Albus, just between
the two of us, how long have you been sha… a couple?”
“I
first noticed Minerva while she was still at Hogwarts. She was a brilliant transfiguration student
but the summer after her fifth year… she blossomed from a gangly girl into a
beautiful woman. She was difficult to
resist.”
Alastor’s
eyes grew wide, the nasty scar across his face causing his expression to seem
menacing. “You… didn’t!”
“I
said difficult, Alastor, not impossible.
As much as I wanted… Minerva was my student. I would never take advantage… I knew that she
had developed a school girl crush on me, which didn’t help but… After Minerva
graduated I was involved in her animagus training. It was then that our secret feelings became
something more.”
“But…”
“When
we were separately asked to become part of this special task force we decided
that we had to put our personal feelings on hold as best we could.”
“You’ve
been successful at that?”
“We’ve
rarely touched in three years. Stealing
kisses and hugs just made the longing even more painful. We managed a weekend away once.”
“In
that little French village…” Pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place for
Alastor.
“Yes…
but tonight…” Albus shrugged his shoulders.
“Tonight was… necessary.”
“Minerva
knows the odds as well as we do.” Alastor said bluntly.
“Yes,
she does. If we come out of this I’m
going to ask her… I want you to promise me something, Alastor. If I don’t succeed… promise me that you will
protect Minerva… get her to safety… and make sure that she goes on living…”
Albus
knew that Alastor never made any promise lightly. “You have my word,” Moody finally
nodded. “Once this is done I will see
the two of you together.”
Neither
man spoke for long moments, the bubbling of the coffeepot the only sound in the
silent room. Finally Albus drained his
cup and sat it down. “I’m going to see
if I can sleep a bit…”
“You
should be exhausted,” Alastor observed dryly as he deposited both of their mugs
in the sink.
“I
should be,” Albus agreed, “but I feel strangely exhilarated.”
‘Exhilarated…’
As they climbed the stairs Moody thought again about the strange magical surge
he’d witnessed earlier. Knowing what he
now knew he was convinced that somehow Albus and Minerva had generated the
powerful spell.
When
they reached Albus’ bedroom door he turned to bid his friend goodnight but
Alastor shook his head. “You will sleep
better with your Tabby in your arms. Go
to her. No one will find out. I’ll make sure.”
Albus
started to protest but his desire to hold Minerva for just a few more hours won
out and with a grateful smile at Alastor he moved down the corridor and in the
door of his lover’s small bedroom.
~o~
The
search for Grindelwald took the group of five aurors four days but finally they
felt assured of the location of his headquarters. Powerful wards guarded the seemingly burnt
out castle but Albus was confident that he could weaken a spot enough to slip
through unnoticed. He glanced up at the
sinking sun then quickly went over the plan one last time with the group.
“Once
I go through the shield I will become invisible. Minerva will already be in her feline
form. I must caution each of you… don’t
get overzealous. Give me a full twenty
minutes before you move. We can’t alert
the enemy too early.”
“At
twenty minutes I activate the beacon to summon backup then we each go through
the shield at two minute intervals.
We’ll be right on the mark, Albus.
Don’t worry about us.”
“I
suspect that I won’t have time to worry about you, Alastor… any of you,” his
eyes cut briefly to Minerva, “so please be cautious at all times.
A
flood of emotion washed over Minerva and she struggled to hold it in
check. Memories of waking up next to
Albus three days ago, memories of the kisses they’d shared and the promises
they had made in their last few hours alone invaded her thoughts. She fiercely pushed them back.
“Ready
then?” Albus asked.
Minerva
stepped forward and brushed a light kiss across Albus’ cheek. “For luck,” she said out loud, ‘and for
love,’ she mouthed where only he could see.
Before anyone could respond a purring tabby cat was rubbing against all
of their ankles.
Albus
pointed his wand at a vague spot in front of him and pulled all of his thoughts
within, deepening his concentration. As
he whispered the words of a nearly undetectable weakening spell a misty shimmer
could be seen. Albus nodded and
Tabby-Minerva leapt through. After
sharing one last nod with Alastor, Albus entered as well.
~o~
The
air was heavy with mystical fog generated by the multitude of spells that had
been cast. Alastor could barely see his
hand before him, much less any member of his team or the large multinational
task force that had apparated in to help clean up the area. Everyone was on guard because they weren’t
exactly sure what had happened within the schloss while it was being turned to
rubble.
Alastor
swore loudly as his foot hit an obstacle and he fell over a piece of collapsed
wall. He was attempting to right himself
when, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a faint shimmer of gold.
“Albus!”
He screamed. “Minerva! Answer me, dammit!” He continued to call out
both names as he crawled over the rubble toward the glow.
Alastor’s
frantic cries attracted the attention of other searchers around them and by the
time he had located the source of the light help was available to shift the
rubble away.
Several
muggle lanterns and glowing wands appeared to illuminate the darkness allowing
Alastor to see whom he had found. “Albus!
Wake up, man! Can you tell us
what happened?”
There
was hardly a visible spot on Albus that wasn’t black or blue. Blood seeped from several deep cuts around
his face into his hair and beard. He was
only half-conscious. A low moan escaped
his lips at Alastor’s prodding.
“Dumbledore!”
The commanding voice of Clive Jeffries, the assistant minister of magic from
England, cut in. “What happened to
Grindelwald?”
“Dead…”
Albus managed to spit out between moans.
His pallor was growing paler.
“We
have to get him help or he’ll be dead too!” Alastor told the people around him
harshly.
Jeffries
quickly summoned the medical team but when they tried to move Alastor away
Albus summoned all his strength and wrapped his fingers around his friend’s
arm. Alastor bent closer, realizing that
Albus’ lips were moving.
“Tab…
where?”
“We
haven’t found her yet but I’m sure she’s outside somewhere… waiting…”
“NO!”
Albus began to cough. “… here…”
“Min
was here? But she was supposed to recon
and then get out?”
“…here…”
Albus said again. “…helped… stub…”
Another coughing fit overtook Albus.
This time blood appeared on his lips.
“We
have to move him, Moody!” Jeffries ordered.
Alastor
looked back to Albus who’s deep blue eyes were pleading, “… prom…ise…”
“I’ll
find her and bring her to you, Albus. I
swear!”
Albus
sighed and closed his eyes, his grip on Alastor’s wrist loosening as he faded
into oblivion.
~o~
Poppy
Pomfrey, who had arrived early that morning with the backup med team, found
Alastor still searching the destroyed building late in the afternoon of the
following day. She called out his name
as she picked her way over to him but he didn’t seem to hear her.
“Alastor!”
He jerked up abruptly when she laid her hand on his shoulder. “We are leaving now. We’ve transported all of the wounded and the
clean-up crew wants to get started. The
local populace is beginning to get curious.”
“I
can’t go! I made a promise to
Albus. He told me that Minerva was here
and I have to find her.”
“But
you’ve been searching all day. You must
have misunderstood Professor Dumbledore.”
Alastor
threw off Poppy’s restraining hand. “I
didn’t misunderstand. Besides, no one
else has found Minerva. I won’t leave
until she leaves with me… one way or another…”
Poppy
caught her breath, “You don’t think… oh, Alastor… she can’t be!”
“I
have to know… for his sake.” Alastor stared at Poppy. “You know, don’t you… about… them?”
She
nodded. “Minerva is my best friend,” was
her simple answer.
“And
Albus is probably the closest thing that I have to one… help me, Poppy. Albus said that she was here… in this room…
with both of them. Minerva would have
stayed out of the way. She knew better
than to distract Albus and she wouldn’t want to be anywhere near Grindelwald if
possible. We found his body on that side
of the room so… where the hell is she?”
Poppy
closed her eyes and breathed deeply a few times then opened them and began to
run her eyes slowly over the ruins, turning in place as she did so. “She would have stayed close to the wall…
perhaps even in her feline form… She could be wedged between debris, unable to
change back… or… look at what’s left of the walls, Alastor.”
“There
isn’t much.”
“But
there… see how the line scoops in? There
must have been some sort of alcoves all along the walls. Archways for statues maybe…”
Alastor
was already scrambling toward one corner of the room, his wand drawn and ready. With Poppy’s guidance he began to
methodically clear the rubble near the first indention, levitating it toward
the center of the room.
Another
hour passed and the couple had moved to the second wall when they finally found
Minerva beneath a slab of stone wedged into the recess. Although she appeared to be unconscious her
eyes flickered slightly at the sound of Poppy’s voice.
“She’s
dehydrated,” Poppy told a worried Alastor as she cast a quick diagnostic spell
over her friend, “and she has some injuries… she’ll need several weeks to
recover… but I think she will be okay.
We need to get her back to the outpost so a certified healer can check
her over. Can you ease her out… gently?”
Minerva
moaned as Alastor pulled her from the tight space and lifted her into his
arms. His mind briefly flashed back to
the night when he’d seen Albus carry her back to the house.
“Albus
is waiting for you. You’ll be together
soon.” Alastor whispered to Minerva as he carried her to safety.
~o~
“How
is she?” Alastor asked Poppy the second she exited Minerva’s tiny room at the
outpost turned field hospital.
Poppy
nodded. “The healer agrees with me. With a few weeks rest Minerva will be good as
new. He did discover a broken ankle but
the healing spell has mended it beautifully.”
Alastor
breathed a sigh of relief. “Then we can
arrange for her to join Albus… what?”
Poppy
looked away, sadness in her eyes. “The
ministry has taken complete responsibility for Dumbledore’s care. His condition is extremely serious.”
“And…”
“He
was taken by portkey to a private clinic in Switzerland. No one is being allowed to see him.”
“Is
he really as bad as all that, Poppy?”
“I…
I don’t know. But I do know that
Professor Dumbledore is one of the most determined men I have ever met. He will survive. He has to…” her eyes glanced at the door next
to her. “I don’t know what will happen
to Min if he doesn’t.”
Alastor
took Poppy’s hand and gave it a squeeze.
“We’ll… she’ll still have us.” He told Poppy gruffly as he glanced
around; making sure that no one else was listening.
Poppy
gave the hand an answering squeeze.
“They are sending both of us out late this afternoon. Minerva will have to stay in the hospital a
day or two but after that I will take her to my apartment.”
“I’ve
been ordered to stay with the clean-up crew for another month at least. There is so much work to be done… so much
destruction… at least this blasted war is nearly over.”
“You
are going after Grindelwald’s followers.” Poppy stated, knowing the answer in
her heart.
“We
are going to begin the search. I suspect
that particular task will take years, but as soon as I’m back in London I will
let you know.”
“Take
care of yourself, Alastor.” Poppy impulsively leaned forward and kissed his
scarred cheek, blushed scarlet and then disappeared through the door behind
her.
‘Well…
damn!’ Alastor thought, his hand coming up to cover the blessed cheek.
~o~
Chapter
Three
“Come
on, Min. Wake up. You need to eat.” Poppy shook her friend’s shoulder for the
second time.
“I’m
not hungry,” Minerva muttered as she dragged the spare pillow over her head.
“You
have to be. You haven’t eaten since
yesterday. You haven’t done anything
since yesterday except sleep.”
After
a few muttered oaths Minerva finally threw the pillow away. “I’m not allowed to get out of bed. What else is there to do but sleep?” The frustration in her voice was obvious.
“I’ve
brought you books, magazines… I’ve tried to spend the evenings with you… but… I
guess that since you are sleeping so much your body needs it. But you also need food.”
“Have
you heard anything?” Poppy knew the question was coming, as it did every time
she woke Minerva up. But today she could
smile.
“As
a matter of fact…”
“What!?!?
Tell me, Poppy!” Minerva bolted up from the mattress.
“I’ll
tell you while you eat,” Poppy answered as she plopped the pillows up behind
Minerva’s back.
“That’s
blackmail,” Minerva complained but she lifted the spoon from the bowl of stew
on the tray Poppy placed in front of her and took a bite.
“I’ve
learned to use all the tricks at my disposal when dealing with a grumpy kitty
cat,” Poppy laughed at Minerva’s scowl as she settled down in a chair by the
bed and picked up her own bowl.
“I’m
eating so start talking.”
“It
isn’t much news but at least it is something.
I overheard a conversation today between my supervisor and the head of
the hospital. One of the wards is being
customized for a very special patient.
The great hero who defeated Grindelwald is being transferred to St.
Mungo’s sometime next week.”
Minerva
released a grateful sigh. “He’ll be so
near… So he is getting better?”
“I…
don’t know… but I would think that they wouldn’t risk transporting Albus if his
condition hadn’t improved.”
“When
can I go see him?”
Poppy
hated to hurt Minerva but she had to tell her the entire story. “It isn’t possible yet. The ministry isn’t going to allow any
visitors.”
Tears
filled Minerva’s eyes. “But Albus will
tell them… he’ll want to see me… won’t he?”
“Of
course he will, darling. I suspect that
Albus may still be unconscious. The
Swiss healers probably put him in a deep sleeping trance to help him heal. His injuries were quite severe. Once he wakes up you will be the first person
he asks for.”
A
wavering smile touched Minerva’s lips at Poppy’s reassurance. “I wish I could be with him now… hold his
hand… even if he didn’t know I was there…”
“You’ll
be together soon, Min… nothing can keep you and Albus apart…”
~o~
‘Nothing
except the bloody ministry,’ Minerva ranted to herself as she thought about her
conversation with Poppy three weeks before.
She had plenty of time to think while she sat in the Minister of Magic’s
office for the fifth day in a row, hoping that she might get the chance to petition
the government official for permission to see Albus.
The
Minister’s assistant eyed the young woman with annoyance for at least the
twentieth time that day. ‘Why won’t she
accept that she isn’t going to speak to the Minister?’ he wondered. ‘She looks like she ought to be at home in
bed recuperating anyway.’
At
that moment, a familiar voice in the corridor caught Minerva’s attention and
moments later Alastor Moody stomped into the office and tossed a rolled up
piece of parchment on the desk.
“There’s
the bloody damn report, you little weasel,” he scowled at the secretary. “Now I’m off to begin my leave.”
“The
Minister has left the office for the day but I’ll be sure to place this on her
desk for her review tomorrow morning.”
“Alastor!”
Moody
turned to see a pale young woman slowly stand.
“Min?”
He crossed to her side instantly. “What
the hell has happened to you? Poppy told
me she would look after you!”
“Believe
me, she does. Poppy has done nothing but
nag me…”
‘Without
much success,’ Alastor noted as he took in the pallor of Minerva’s face and the
rings around her eyes. She’d obviously
lost weight as well.
“I
was on my way to find you and Poppy.
Come along with me to the auror office to get my things and I’ll escort
you home.”
“Well…
since I’ve just discovered that the minister has left for today…” Minerva
turned back to the man behind the desk.
“But I’ll be back again tomorrow morning,” she warned.
The
young man rolled his eyes as Minerva took Alastor’s offered arm and headed out
of the room.
Alastor
quickly realized that he would have to slow his pace so that Minerva could keep
up with him. “Are you recuperating
well?”
Minerva
rolled her eyes. “The healers say that I
am fine. I… I would be better if I could see Albus.”
“See…
why haven’t you seen him? Albus was
transferred back to England weeks ago.”
“The
ministry isn’t allowing anyone to visit him.
They want to keep the press away… give him a chance to recuperate is the
official word. I’ve tried everything…”
Minerva’s voice caught, a hiccuping sob breaking through. “Why hasn’t he asked
to see me?”
“That
is ridiculous! I understand keeping the
reporters out but Albus needs his friends and family now. He needs you.”
“And
I need him. I know I would feel so much
better if only they would let me see him.”
“So
you’ve taken to haunting the Minister’s office?”
Minerva
smiled wanly as they entered Alastor’s small work area. She sank gratefully into the chair he
offered. “I don’t know of anything else
to do and I have to do something.”
“Let
me go talk to some people.” Alastor’s face made a horrible grimace, which
Minerva knew was actually a beaming smile.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Almost
an hour passed before Alastor returned having exhausted his extensive blue
vocabulary. “I don’t understand what is
wrong with these pompous pri…” his voice trailed off as he realized that
Minerva was resting her head on his desk, fast asleep.
~o~
“And
the healers say this is normal?” Alastor questioned Poppy quietly, both of them
continually glancing from the small kitchen toward the figure sleeping on the
sofa in the adjoining room. “Do you
think she is okay?”
Poppy
obviously didn’t want to doubt her teachers but she knew her friend better than
they did and she knew something wasn’t right.
“She sleeps constantly. She gets
up and goes to the ministry and sits all day hoping that someone might give her
permission to see Albus then she comes home and sleeps.”
“She’s
lost weight.”
“She
had lost more. For the first few weeks I
could barely get her to stay awake long enough to eat. Since then her appetite has returned somewhat
and some of the weight has returned.”
“And
the mediwizard found nothing?”
“Her
ankle has healed just fine. He thinks
that perhaps all of the sleeping is part of her mental recovery process from
all of the horror that she experienced.
The healer suggested that perhaps Minerva might need to ‘talk’ to
someone.”
“That’s
the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!
The woman is depressed because she is being kept from the man she
loves! Can’t you do anything, Poppy?”
“I
have tried, Alastor. We’ve tried to
sneak Minerva in to the hospital with no success. I’m not even allowed to see Albus. I’ve begged my supervisors but everyone is
too afraid of the ministry.”
“We
have to do something… I made a promise to Albus. I’ll talk to more people tomorrow… maybe even
the minister if I can get by that little rodent of an assistant of hers…”
Poppy
nodded, relieved that Alastor was home to help her. He would bring Albus and Minerva
together. She believed that beyond a
shadow of a doubt.
“Why
don’t you stay for dinner?” She asked, shyly.
“It isn’t fancy but there is plenty.”
“I’d…
I’d like that,” Alastor agreed, suddenly seeming a bit flustered himself.
“Good. To pay for your meal you can go attempt to
wake Minerva up.”
Alastor
laughed. “You make it sound like a
horrible chore.”
Poppy
grinned as she rubbed her cheek. “Let’s
just say that my friend has a hell of a right, okay?”
~o~
Chapter
Three continued
Thanks
to Poppy’s warning Alastor was able to avoid the punch that Minerva flung at
him when he shook her shoulder and the trio soon settled down to eat. Alastor took advantage of their closeness to
flirt shamelessly with Poppy but also to observe Minerva while he teased
her. Although she smiled some and
attempted to laugh in all the right places she obviously wasn’t the same woman
that he’d worked with over the past three years. Some vital spark was missing. Alastor knew without a doubt that the cause
of this was her separation from Albus.
Alastor
made to leave once dinner was done but Minerva waved he and Poppy out of the
small kitchen area, insisting on cleaning the area herself while Poppy and
Alastor spent some quality time alone.
Normally
very outspoken, Poppy seemed strangely shy when she and Alastor sat on the
couch but he had her laughing and at ease within minutes. The laughter had faded into a serious
snogging session; the couple wrapped in each other’s arms, when the sound of a
breaking dish resounded from the kitchen area, followed by a loud thump.
Both
Poppy and Alastor were on their feet and moving instantly. Poppy fell to her knees beside an unconscious
Minerva while Alastor with a quick flick of his wand, cleaned away the shards
of the broken plate.
Poppy
cast a quick spell to determine if moving Minerva was safe then directed
Alastor to lift her friend and carry her into her bedroom. Alastor gently laid Minerva down and then
moved back to let Poppy work.
“Damned
ministry officials,” he raged beneath his breath as watched Poppy work.
“Somebody is going to bloody well hear me tomorrow…”
Poppy
sighed and stepped back. “None of the
simple spells that I cast show anything.
I am going to have to persuade her to go back to St. Mungo’s tomorrow. God, I hate having to persuade Minerva.”
“You
have no idea?” Alastor questioned.
“Maybe all of the weight loss…”
Poppy
shook her head. “If she were still
losing weight… but she’s gaining every day now.
She must have put on ten pounds these last few weeks, since she started
keeping her food down again…”
“Keeping…”
Alastor’s eyebrows flew up. “She wasn’t
able to keep food down… she fainted tonight and she’s sleeping all the time…
Poppy, I may not be a healer but I know what those symptoms normally add up to. Have you done a spell to check for
pregnancy?”
“I…
It takes two to make a baby, Alastor, and I know for a fact that Minerva and
Professor Dumbledore agreed to put their personal lives on hold until such time
that their mission was complete. I know
from the condition that we found them both in that Dumbledore didn’t vanquish
Grindelwald then have his way with Min.”
Alastor
stifled a laugh at Poppy’s imagery.
“You’re right… on both counts… but… they didn’t keep their agreement
absolutely to the letter.”
“What
do you mean?” Poppy asked, her voice holding both anger and curiosity.
“The
night before we left to track Grindelwald… I think that they were
together. Albus left the house to think
and Min went after him. They didn’t
return for hours and when they did Albus was carrying a sleeping Minerva. I’m fairly sure that they had… well… you
know…”
“Even
if they… Min wouldn’t have been careless.”
“They
were hours away from leaving on a life or death mission, Poppy. I bet neither Albus nor Minerva thought about
that… and if they did they probably didn’t give a damn. Sometimes… in order to face death… you have
to experience the joy of life to its fullest.”
Alastor paused for a moment and then spoke quietly, just one word,
“Please?”
Poppy
nodded and cast the appropriate spell.
Barely a minute had passed before they knew the answer.
~o~
“Now
listen to me you little weasel…”
“I
believe, Mr. Moody,” Alastor started at the voice behind him and whirled
around, “that the creature you are holding is in fact a ferret and not a
weasel.” Minister of Magic Millicent
Bagnold smiled at him with icy eyes.
“Now if you would kindly return my assistant to his original form…”
Alastor
dropped the slinky white ferret back in the seat of the chair and waved his
wand while grumbling out the spell. The
minister’s pale headed assistant quickly appeared, his robes rumpled and his
hair mussed.
“Minister,
I must protest my treatment at the hands of this ruffian…”
“I’ll
take care of Mr. Moody, Niles. Alastor,
apologize to my assistant…” Bagnold demanded.
Moody
didn’t want to but the minister stared him down. “Oh, all right. I’m sorry that I turned you into a ferret,
you slimy little weasel…”
“Mr.
Moody! My office! Right now!”
With a grand sweep of her elegant robes the minister disappeared through
the door, leaving Alastor to stump along behind.
Once
Alastor had closed the door securely behind him, Millicent Bagnold drew her
wand and expertly invoked a silencing spell on the room. “Now, Alastor, I suggest you tell me what has
raised your temper.” She moved to a
discreet cupboard and pulled out two glasses and a bottle of firewhisky.
Alastor
grinned sardonically at his former schoolmate.
“I am sorry, Millie, but that pompous ass wouldn’t let me speak to you.”
“About
what?”
“About
this wall that the ministry has built around Albus Dumbledore! I need to see him, Millie… speak to him… he
was a member of my team. They all want
to know his condition.”
Millicent
nodded in understanding. “I appreciate
your concern, Alastor, but please try to understand the ministry’s
position. Although Albus has regained
consciousness and been able to tell us what happened he still has a wealth of
information that we have to obtain. The
healers don’t think that it is in Dumbledore’s best interests to have visitors
at the moment and we are unwilling to jeopardize his health.”
“But…”
“I’m
sorry, Alastor, but until Niles tells me that the healers have given the okay,
Dumbledore remains off limits.” She sat
the bottle and a glass down in front of him.
Alastor
recognized the tone in Bagnold’s voice and knew he would get no further. “You don’t understand, Millie… you don’t
understand at all. Rest assured that
Albus will not thank you for this.”
Ignoring her offer of a drink, he gave a curt nod then turned and exited
the office, pausing in the anteroom only to glare fiercely at Niles before
storming off down the hall.
~o~
Alastor
knocked on the door of Poppy’s flat, his heart heavy. He had hoped to have good news for Minerva
but all of his efforts had yielded nothing.
Poppy opened the door with a gentle smile and drew Alastor in, sensing
his disappointment as much as reading it on his scarred face.
“I
know that you tried,” she offered quietly as she led him to the sofa.
Alastor
glanced around the small apartment.
“Where is Minerva?”
Poppy
sighed. “She’s sleeping again. Some men from the ministry came today and
interviewed her about what happened.”
Alastor
swore. “She was on my team. I should be the one to take her report. What the hell were they doing sending someone
else? Who were they, Poppy?”
She
gave him the names the men had given her and Alastor swore even louder. “I don’t like this… I don’t like it at
all. Those fellows have nothing to do
with the aurors. Is she all right?”
“They
grilled her pretty hard. She was
exhausted when they left. What are we
going to do Alastor? Minerva can’t take
much more. Her health is in danger.”
Alastor
sighed, his mind working furiously.
“Bagnold told me today that Albus is conscious and has given them his report. That means that he is much improved. He must have asked for Minerva. I can’t believe that those blasted healers
wouldn’t let one person visit him. He
has to be beside himself with worry.”
“Healers…
no, Alastor. The healers have been
arguing with the ministry in favor of letting friends and family see the
Professor. Having visitors would greatly
improve his frame of mind… but the ministry is adamant… no one is to see
Dumbledore until they approve it. Those
orders came direct from Minister Bagnold’s office.”
“But
Millie told me…” Alastor’s eyes narrowed.
“I don’t like the sound of this… I don’t like it at all…”
Poppy
picked up on Alastor’s train of thought.
“You think…”
“I
think that it is time to fight fire with fire.
I have an idea. Keep Minerva
safe, Poppy. Try not to leave her alone
if you don’t have to.” Alastor stood.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“Alastor…”
Poppy laid a hand on his sleeve. “Please
be careful.”
“Always,”
Alastor answered with a smile then impulsively drew Poppy to him and placed a
single but passionate kiss on her lips before apparating away.
~o~
Chapter
Four
“You
can’t hide from me all day, Aberforth Dumbledore!” Alastor roared into the
large barn that he’d already searched three times. “Why don’t you just come talk to me and get
it over with!”
Silence
met his plea. “I’m not kidding,
Aberforth. This is important!”
“Okay,
pipe down, will you?” Alastor whirled to find Albus’ brother standing
there. “You’re upsetting my goats.”
“I’m
upsetting… why didn’t you answer me, man?”
“Because
I thought you were one of those ministry idiots snooping around. Guess Albus sent you. It’s about time.”
“You
know what happened to Albus?”
Aberforth
nodded as he reached down absently to pet the goat butting at his leg. “Fellow down at pub reads me the Daily
Prophet sometimes. I figured that Albus
would send for me when he was up to company.
You’re lucky I recognized you. I
think you’ve added a few new scars to the bunch, Moody.”
Alastor
rolled his eyes. “Now listen to me, you
barmy old coot. I need your help…”
~o~
Albus
stamped around his hospital room for at least the fifth time that morning. He was bored.
He was beyond bored. He was bored
and worried nearly out of his mind about Minerva and the rest of the team, but
mostly about Minerva. He couldn’t
understand why she hadn’t been to visit.
In fact the only visitors that he’d had were high-ranking officials from
the ministry. He understood when they
told him they’d banned the press from him during his recovery period but why
wouldn’t they answer his inquiries about fellow team members.
“Please
let her be okay,” he whispered to the air for possibly the millionth time.
“Ah,
still up, Professor?” The nurse bustled into the room. “Our strength is returning but we mustn’t
overdo.” She quickly yanked the sheets
straight and plumped the pillow. “We
should get some rest now.”
“We
don’t wish to get some rest. All ‘we’ do
is rest all bloody day!”
“Professor
Dumbledore, if we wan… you want to see your guest you must do as the healer
ordered.”
“Guest?”
Albus moved quickly toward the bed and climbed in. “By all means show them in.”
“Only
for a few minutes.” The nurse cautioned.
“And I’ll be here as well to make sure that you don’t overdo.”
Albus
fought back a scowl. As much as the
woman’s continued presence irritated him, he still wanted to see his
visitor. But to his surprise instead of
Minerva or Alastor his brother, Aberforth, walked into the room.
“Hello,
brother! Glad to see you on the road to
recovery.” Aberforth shook Albus’ hand heartily before settling into the chair
beside the bed. He gave no notice of the
nurse hovering in the background. “Been
hearing your name a lot down at pub.”
“I…
I should have sent word to you but…”
“It’s
all right, Albus,” Aberforth put his hand on Albus arm and leaned forward, his
voice comforting. “The important thing
is that you succeeded without getting yourself killed.”
Albus
thought he noticed his brother’s eyes narrow slightly when the nurse moved in
closer but why… surely he had imagined it.
“Know
you can’t talk about what you’ve been up to but what do they say about your
injuries?” Aberforth asked. “I imagine
you’ll need a place to recuperate. The
family home is just as you left it.”
Albus didn’t miss the slight emphasis on his brother’s last five
words. He nodded, his puzzlement showing
in his eyes.
At
that moment a knock sounded on the door and the nurse moved to answer it.
“What’s
that? Plump your pillow? I’ll be happy to.” Aberforth leaned forward
his eyes cutting at the nurse and his lips pressed tightly together.
Albus
thought he understood and cast a quick privacy spell around them, grateful that
few people knew he was adept at wandless magic.
“Ministry
won’t let anyone in to see you. It’s
like you are being held hostage. They gave me a devil of a time, too. Had to threaten to go to the press… Alastor
will be at the end of the hall tonight…
Now isn’t that nice!” Aberforth popped the pillow one last time and
leaned back, breaking the spell as the nurse approached her eyes suspicious.
“I
think that is enough time for today.” She said.
“My
brother hasn’t been here five minutes!” Albus protested.
“If
you get upset the healers may not allow him back at all, Professor,” the nurse
said coldly. “Perhaps you could come
back in a few weeks, Mr. Dumbledore.”
“Sure,
sure,” Aberforth answered jovially. “I
need to get home anyway. Just found out
that one of my favorite does is expecting and she’s having a rough go of it. You remember her, Albus… the one I call
Tabkins?”
Aberforth
turned to the nurse, moving so that his shoulder would momentarily block her
view of Albus’ shocked face. “Right
pretty doe she is… ebony hair and big green eyes. Of course, first chance I get I’m going to
knock that randy old goat who caught her upside the head.”
By
the time that the nurse managed to usher a very talkative Aberforth out of the
room and turn back to her patient, Albus’ eyes were closed and his breathing
had slowed.
“Very
good,” the woman muttered and left the room, barring the door behind her.
~o~
The
lights on the ward clicked off and Albus’ eyes flew open. ‘Now…’ he thought, ‘now I get out of this
place. I’m coming to you, Minerva. Please hold on for me.’ The thought that Minerva was suffering was
tearing Albus to pieces. Hadn’t
Aberforth said that she was having ‘a rough go’ of it?
Albus
concentrated on the room, trying to feel the magic holding him inside. The attempt took a great deal of effort and
he had almost reached the limit of his considerable endurance when he found a
tiny break. He probed it, made it a bit
larger, and then slipped out of bed.
As
Albus moved toward the door, he blended his own spell with the break that he
had discovered. When he reached the door
it opened to his touch.
The
hallway was empty but Albus heard footsteps approaching. He mustered up the last of his strength,
rendered himself invisible and quickly moved toward the end of the hall,
praying that Alastor had found a way to be there as Aberforth promised.
Alastor
had plastered himself to the wall by the stairwell, his simple masking spell
easily detectable to Albus. He reached
through the spell and placed his hand on Alastor’s shoulder then quickly
clapped it over his mouth when Moody made to scream.
“It’s
me, Alastor. We’ve got to move quickly.”
Albus whispered. “They will miss me
before long.”
“Can
you make it down the steps? Once we are
outside we can apparate.”
“I’ll
make it,” he heard Albus’ voice answer, “but I don’t have my wand. I lost it…”
“And
I found it.” Alastor grinned as he pulled Albus’ wand from his sleeve.
“So
now I owe you twice.” An unseen hand picked up the wand and it disappeared.
“Later. Let’s go now.”
~o~
“Thank
god!” Poppy whispered as first Alastor and then Dumbledore popped into her
parlor. She quickly moved to help
Alastor as he grabbed Albus and helped him to the sofa.
“Minerva?”
he asked breathlessly as Poppy quickly checked him over.
“She’s
asleep. I’ll go wake her as soon as I
finish.” Poppy told Albus.
“Just
a minute, Poppy. We’ll need to move
quickly. If we stay here they will track
me. Alastor, am I correct in thinking
that you believe the ministry has more than just my health in mind by keeping
me locked away?”
Alastor
nodded. “Not all the ministry necessarily…
but I believe there are some unfriendlys there…
Keeping you away from the press I can understand but keeping you away from us…
from Minerva…”
“I
asked for her every day. All they would
tell me is that she was alive…” Sadness washed over Albus for a moment but then
his resolve strengthened. “I’m going to
take Minerva to my family home. The
wards I’ve placed over it make it unplottable.”
“But
you still need medical care… both of you…” Poppy quickly interjected.
“Poppy,
you could come check on us, couldn’t you?
I’ll need Alastor’s help trying to discover what is happening at the
ministry… the two of you could visit if I opened the wards to let you in.”
“Only
if you promise that you will listen to what I say. If I decide that you need to return to the
hospital or that you need to see a more qualified healer, you do so without
saying a word.” Poppy’s voice brooked no argument.
Albus
nodded his agreement then glanced down the short hallway. “Minerva… is she… tell me the truth,
Poppy. Was she hurt badly?”
Poppy
shook her head. “There is nothing wrong
with Minerva that having you back with her won’t fix.”
“But
Aberforth said…”
Alastor
cleared his throat. “Well, uh… I guessed
that the ministry couldn’t refuse to let your own brother see you… not with all
those reporters hanging about… Did he tell you?”
“That
I am an expectant father? Aberforth did
manage to let me know in his own inimitable way. He also said that Minerva was having a hard
time of it.”
“Of
course she is, Albus. She’s extremely
depressed because she misses you. That
you will fix. But the other things…
nausea and fainting are just a part of pregnancy. She is sleeping an
extraordinary amount but that could be from both the pregnancy and the
depression.”
“When
did she find out?”
Poppy
grinned. “Min find out? She was clueless. Alastor and I figured it out for her several
days ago. We even debated about whether
or not to tell her but…”
“Stubborn
miss tabby cat got up insisting on returning to her daily vigil in Minister Bagnold’s
office and she needed to rest… so Poppy clued her in.”
“How
did she take the news?” Albus was obviously worried.
“She
was surprised,” Poppy started.
“Stunned
is more like it,” Alastor interjected.
“And
she’s worried about your reaction…”
“Terrified…”
“But
I think that beneath it all she’s rather excited…”
“Overjoyed
is the word I’d use,” Alastor interrupted, “just like you, old man.”
Albus
nodded, his eyes giving away his happiness.
“We should go. I’m sure Aberforth
will have lowered the wards on the fireplace so we can floo there.”
“But
you can be traced that way. If the
ministry arrives in the next few minutes they can recall the last destination.”
“Leave
that to me,” Alastor interjected.
“Poppy, go wake Min up.”
“No,”
Albus said. “Leave her asleep. We don’t have time for a proper reunion
now. We can have that at the manor. I’ll carry her.”
“Then
I’ll get her from the bedroom and you tell Poppy how we get to your place.”
Alastor stomped down the hall as Albus quickly explained to Poppy how to travel
to Dumbledore manor. His voice caught in
his throat as he watched Alastor return with a sleeping Minerva in his arms.
“Right
then,” Alastor told Albus as he passed her over, “we’ll be watched for a few
days, I’m sure so we won’t be out until the weekend at least. If you need us before then send that ruddy
chicken that’s always popping up when you need him.”
Poppy
threw a handful of floo powder into the fireplace. “Dumbledore Manor,” Albus announced in a firm
voice then stepped backward into the fire with Minerva, smiling his gratitude
to the couple left behind.
“Now
what?” Poppy turned to Alastor.
Alastor
grinned widely, a truly fearsome sight.
“Now… we have some fun!”
~o~
Ten
minutes later several officials from the Ministry of Magic backed up by three
aurors not connected in any way with Alastor Moody stood in front of Poppy
Pomfrey’s door.
“What
do you suggest, sir?” The ranking auror asked Niles Davis, the assistant to the
Minister of Magic. “Should we knock or
should we remove the door?”
“Moody
is too dangerous to give him any warning.
Take the door down.”
“But…
we don’t have the authority…” one of the lesser ministers started.
“I
have the authority of Minister Bagnold herself!” Davis’ eyes flared. “Take the door down!”
A
simple whispered spell caused the door to disappear entirely and the group
flowed into the room, aurors with wands drawn at the fore. A quick glance around the parlour and kitchen
revealed no one so Davis waved them down the hallway.
Moments
later a decidedly feminine scream rent the air, followed quickly by a much
deeper voice cussing up a blue streak.
One of the aurors flew backwards down the hall to land at the minister’s
feet, stunned by the force of the spell that was thrown at him.
“What
in the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” Alastor burst through the door
into the corridor after the man, his wand clutched tightly in one hand and the
open waistband of his trousers in the other.
He drew up at the sight of the tight cluster of ministers but didn’t
lower his wand. “I’m waiting for an
answer, weasel!”
Davis
ran his eyes over Moody, taking in his bare chest and feet along with the
dangerously low ride of his obviously hastily pulled on trousers. “We… um… Where is Albus Dumbledore?”
“What?”
Alastor portrayed his shock well. “He’s
locked up in the bloody hospital last I knew.
Don’t tell me you’ve lost him!”
“Alastor?”
All of the male eyes in the room turned at the sound of the husky feminine
voice. Poppy appeared in the doorway,
the sheer rumpled negligee she was barely wearing clearly visible for a moment
before she pulled on a silky robe. “Who
are these people?”
“The
Ministry seems to have misplaced Albus Dumbledore and they came here looking
for him.”
Poppy
laughed in disbelief. “Here? Why would he be here? You must be joking with me, lov…
Alastor.” She pulled the sash tight
around her waist but didn’t appear to notice how the robe gaped at the top as
she moved to Moody’s side.
Davis
finally recovered his voice although his eyes kept darting back to Poppy’s
exposed curves. “We have reason to
believe that Professor Dumbledore was delusional and in his confused state he
was trying to find one of his team members, Minerva McGonagall. Miss McGonagall is staying with you, Miss Pomfrey,
isn’t that correct?”
“Yes
and no. Minerva has been staying with me
for the past few weeks but the healer decided that she was well enough to
travel so Min left this morning to visit her family in Scotland.”
“Scotland…
and how did she travel?”
“She
went by floo, of course. It was much too
early in her recovery to attempt apparating.”
“Check
it.” Davis snapped his head sideways at the fireplace and two aurors quickly
went to work, quietly casting the necessary spells.
Finally
one of them looked at Davis and shook his head.
“The time is a bit fuzzy but the last trip made from this fireplace
terminated in Diagon Alley. It couldn’t
have been more than an hour or so ago.”
“Can
you explain this, Miss Pomfrey?”
“I
can explain it,” Alastor told the man, “but I don’t really see why my dashing
out for a couple of bottles of bubbly to set the mood with my girl is really
any of your business.”
“There’s
champagne cooling by the… in there, sir.” The auror waiting in the hall
confirmed, his face bright red as he quickly averted his eyes from the rumpled
bed.
Davis’
eyes narrowed suspiciously but he couldn’t justify his intrusion any
longer. “If you hear from either
Dumbledore or McGonagall you are ordered to report this to me personally.” He snapped at Alastor and Poppy as he
departed with his men.
Once
the door was closed Alastor secured it then grabbed Poppy in his arms and
whirled her around. “You are a wonderful
liar, Miss Pomfrey.”
“As
are you, Mr. Moody,” she returned with a gleam in her eye.
Alastor’s
smile grew as he realized how close he was holding her. “I can’t leave for a while yet. They’re sure to be watching.”
Poppy
stepped back. “I’m sure that we can
think of some way to pass the time,” she smiled sexily as the robe slid from
her shoulders.
~o~
Chapter
Five
Albus
shivered as he stepped from the empty fireplace into the chilly room. A watery beam of moonlight barely illuminated
the sheet-draped furniture giving the space an eerie feel. Minerva cuddled closer into him and slept on.
A
few moments later a faint glimmer of light could be seen through the partially
open door, its beam growing larger as the sound of footsteps grew closer.
“Bout
time you showed up. I was beginning to
think you weren’t capable of breaking yourself out. See you found your lady, too.”
Albus
smiled sweetly at the sleeping woman in his arms. “So I did.
Thank you for opening up the house.”
Aberforth
grinned. “Didn’t get enough done but
there’s a warm fire in the master bedroom and plenty of food in the
kitchen. Why don’t you...?” He looked at
Minerva then jerked his head toward the stairs.
“Both of you look exhausted.”
Albus
nodded at his brother. “Thank you for
your help, Aberforth. If you hadn’t come
to tell me…”
“Just
make sure that you look after Min. I’ve
grown quite fond of her over the last few years.”
~o~
Albus
laid Minerva in the large bed in the master bedroom and quickly darted into the
adjoining bath for a quick shower. He
cursed his hated hospital robes into oblivion then conjured a pair of loose
purple boxers with golden snitches on them from his dresser down the hall in
his childhood room.
Minerva
was still sleeping peacefully when he reentered the room. Albus checked the fire then climbed into the
bed and snuggled up next to her. Within
a few minutes Minerva had wiggled around instinctively until she was curled
against his side. With a pleased chuckle
Albus wrapped his arms around her and gave in to his own exhaustion.
~o~
“No…
oh please, no… don’t leave me… ALBUS!”
The scream of his name brought Albus quickly to wakefulness only to find
a still sleeping Minerva rocking in his arms.
“It’s
okay, Min… I’m here.” He soothed as he rubbed her back but her agitation only
increased.
“I
didn’t plan it. I wasn’t trying to trap you,
I swear. Please believe me, Albus. I love you so much.” She begged in her dream,
her arms alternated pulling him closer and stretching out straight behind him
as if she couldn’t feel him anymore.
“Tabby,
I’m here. I’m right here, my love.”
Albus hugged her tighter, his lips rubbing her temple. “Wake up, darling.”
Minerva
came awake with a start, her eyes wide with fear as she pushed forcefully away
from Albus, scooting toward the edge of the bed.
“Who
are you? Where am I?” Her eyes took in
the strange room, a touch of fear visible in the green orbs.
“It’s
me, Tabby. It’s Albus. I’m here with you.”
“Albu…”
Minerva’s lip trembled. “But you were in
the hospital… I was at Poppy’s… I don’t understand.”
Albus
held his arms up to her. “I’ll explain
everything if you will let me.”
Realizing that Minerva was still confused Albus dropped one arm and
turned his outstretched hand palm up.
After a moment’s hesitation Minerva took it. Albus raised her hand to his lips and
carefully caressed the soft center with his lips, an action Minerva was sure to
know.
With
a loud cry of his name Minerva flew into Albus’ arms, her lips smashing into
his. They shared a passionate kiss of
reunion… and then another… and yet another.
Finally Albus settled back against the headboard, Minerva cuddled
against his chest.
“After
the battle I have a vague recollection of speaking to Alastor. The next thing that I remember I was waking
up in a hospital and everyone around me was speaking German. I must have faded in and out of consciousness
for several days after that but finally representatives of the Ministry came
and had me moved to St. Mungo’s. I was
sure that you would be waiting there for me…”
“I
tried…” Minerva started but Albus quickly shushed her. She was relieved to see no reproach in his
eyes.
“As
the weeks passed and I improved but received no visitors except ministry
officials I began to grow a little suspicious.
I asked for you several times… for Alastor and other members of our team
as well… but no one would ever give me a straight answer. When Aberforth came in this morning I was
beyond words… And when he managed to whisper to me that everyone was
deliberately being kept from me I knew that I had to escape and get to you.”
“But
your health…”
“I’m
fine,” Albus quickly reassured Minerva.
“I’ve been much better for a week.
Poppy gave me a quick check-up tonight and she and Alastor are going to
be dropping in as soon as it is safe for them to.”
“Safe?
Why wouldn’t it be… the ministry?” Minerva suddenly realized.
“They
will be looking for me. We are at
Dumbledore Manor. I’m not surprised that
you don’t recognize it. This room was my
parents’ so you’ve never seen it but it was the only one that Aberforth had
time to prepare. I rendered the house
unplottable years ago so this is the safest place for us to rest and recuperate
while Alastor attempts to discover what the hell is going on.”
“I
was so scared…” Minerva’s voice caught in her throat. “I thought that monster was going to kill
you… and then they wouldn’t let me see you…” She dissolved into tears.
Albus
gathered Minerva against his chest and held her tightly. “I was scared too,” he whispered as she
sobbed. “The last time I saw you was
when you jumped in front of a curse that Grindelwald cast while I was dealing
with one of his minions. I thought you
were… and the ministry wouldn’t tell me anything… but I could still feel you…”
Tears filled his eyes as well. “When Aberforth
told me that you were alive I could have jumped for joy.”
He
continued to murmur to her over the next ten minutes until finally Minerva
cried herself out. “What else…” she
hiccuped, “did Abe tell you?”
“In
his own unusual style he told me about…” Albus hand drifted down to Minerva’s
waist, his palm resting along the barely discernable swell of her belly.
Minerva’s
tears returned. “I wanted to tell you
myself. I didn’t plan…”
“Hush,
Tabby. I heard you call out in your
dream so I know what you are afraid of but please believe me… the thought never
entered my mind. This baby… our baby is
growing safe inside you because it was meant to be.”
“So
you aren’t upset?” Minerva sniffed.
“Far
from it. I love you, my Tabby. I want to spend the rest of my life with you
and I always hoped that life would include children. But what about you? Are you happy about the baby? Is it too soon for you? You are so young…”
“Of
course not! I love you too, Albus. I’m ecstatic about the baby. I just wish the timing had been a bit
better.”
“Babies
don’t have timers, love. They come when
they are meant to.” He rubbed his palms
over Minerva’s abdomen, pleased to hear her swift intake of breath. “I’ve missed you, Tabby.”
“And
I’ve missed you… but… Albus… we… your injuries…” His touch was enflaming her
senses.
Albus
immediately stilled his hands but didn’t remove them. “Oh… I guess we shouldn’t… how long until the
baby comes?”
Minerva
chuckled, her eyes filled with mirth.
“Me being pregnant doesn’t mean that we can’t make love.” Her laughter
grew at the spark in Albus’ eyes. “Poppy
told me that we can continue to be intimate right up until my water breaks as
long as I am comfortable. But you’ve
been hurt badly…”
Albus
nodded. “I have been… but I am much
improved. However… In order to spare my
delicate health…” At this point he paused and grinned at her. “… I have an idea…”
Before
Minerva could ask more about the idea Albus was nibbling at her lips, his
tongue tracing the outline of her mouth before darting into the warm cavity and
then back out again. His hands worked
over her body, fingertips finding and caressing all of her special spots
through the thin cotton of her sleeveless nightgown.
When
Albus would have continued to tease, Minerva tightened her arms around him, her
fingers clutching his hair as she deepened the kiss. Albus chuckled into her mouth as he responded
in kind. Soon their tongues were engaged
in a fierce battle for domination.
Suddenly
Minerva’s world tipped as she felt her body moving. Albus pulled Minerva on top
of him as he rolled to his back. He lay there a moment smiling at her then
shook his head. “Almost right but… Hang
on.”
Minerva
gripped Albus’ shoulders as he sat up and piled pillows behind him then leaned
back into the cushion. “Much better,” he
sighed as he coaxed Minerva’s legs around until she straddled him, her
nightgown barely covering her thighs.
“You
mean…” Minerva blushed as Albus urged her hips down slightly, stopping only
when her center was flush with his obvious arousal. She released her hold on Albus’ shoulders and
slowly sat up, her fingers brushing his auburn beard to the side as they
trailed down his bare chest. “…You want
me to…” Her blush deepened but she wiggled her hips against Albus to make her
meaning known. “That’s so naughty…” she
whispered as she glanced around the room even though she knew there was no one
else in the house.
Albus
chuckled. “My sweet Tabby, you are still
so young. There are many different ways
to make love. You don’t always have to
be beneath me.” Minerva’s head dropped her embarrassment obvious. Albus tucked a finger beneath her chin and
lifted. “Don’t be shy with me,
Tabby. The things that we do in private
are not naughty as long as we are both comfortable… as long as we both enjoy
ourselves. You must promise to tell me
if you feel uncomfortable with anything.”
Minerva
nodded against Albus’ finger. “I
promise,” she whispered.
Albus
smiled. “We don’t have to make love
tonight if you aren’t ready yet. I’m
happy just to hold you… to hold the two of you.” He hesitated a moment then
spoke again. “Could I…?” Her eyes followed his hands to where he
fingered the hem of her nightgown lying against her thigh.
With
a gentle smile, Minerva lifted her arms and Albus quickly stripped away the
garment, leaving her completely bare to his gaze. He tossed the gown away then brought his
hands back to her face as he leaned up and tenderly kissed her lips.
“I
must be… the luckiest… wizard alive…” Albus punctuated his words with nips and
tugs at Minerva’s mouth.
“And
I the luckiest… witch,” she answered in kind.
She opened her mouth in invitation but to her surprise Albus broke the
kiss instead of deepening it. He leaned
back with a smile on his face, his hands drifting down her neck and over her
collarbone to cup her breasts. Minerva’s
eyes closed and her lips pressed together to stifle a moan as Albus fingered
the stiff peaks.
“Does
that hurt?” Albus noticed the look on Minerva’s face and quickly moved his
fingers.
“No,
love,” she told him. “It just… they’re a
bit sensitive… another side effect of pregnancy. Please continue.”
“I
didn’t know that,” Albus continued his ministrations albeit with a more
delicate touch. “But then I’ve never
been around a pregnant woman before. I
suspect there are many things that I don’t know… but I’ll learn.”
“We
both shall,” Minerva sighed happily as Albus traced the blue veins shining
beneath her porcelain skin. “This is a
new experience for me, too.” Her fingers
brushed his cheeks. “Thank you, Albus.”
Albus’
hands slid lower, coming to rest with fingers splayed over her abdomen. “Thank you, Minerva.” He rubbed her skin gently with the pads of
her fingers. “Hello, little one. I’m your papa. Right now you are safely snuggled up inside
your mummy’s tummy and I want you to stay there all nice and warm until it is
time for you to be born. Now, you may be
curious about the world outside of your little nest but let me reassure
you. Your mummy and I love each other
very much and we both love you…”
Minerva
slid her hands down to Albus’ forearms and held on, smiling at her lover as he
continued to talk to her stomach. She
listened intently until Albus began to discuss what curriculum the baby might
want to pursue at Hogwarts then decided that she should stop him before he made
their child the Minister of Magic.
“Hey…”
she broke in, “… why don’t you save the teenage years for another night?” Her
fingers flexed teasingly against Albus’ muscles and she wiggled her hips
invitingly.
“Daddy
has to go play with Mummy for a while now so you sleep well, little one,” Albus
promptly replied to her belly then shifted his hands around to Minerva’s hips
and pressed them down.
Minerva
sighed as she rocked her center against the hard silk-covered ridge pressing
into her damp flesh. She purred
contentedly.
“So
Mummy has decided that perhaps she isn’t quite so shy after all?” Albus
questioned.
By
way of an answer Minerva trailed her fingers over Albus’ chest to tweak his
nipples. She smiled seductively at his
answering groan.
“Well…
I know how much you like to teach, Professor Dumbledore… and I do so enjoy
learning…”
“You
always were my best student.” Albus flexed his hips up as his fingers began to
work magic on Minerva’s most sensitive places.
“Al…bus…”
she protested as his right hand left her body, his left hand continuing to work
the small of her back. Her own hands
were maintaining their exploration of his chest as best she could while waves
of pleasure washed over her entire body before centering between her thighs.
With
one sharp tug from Albus’ fingers, the band holding Minerva’s messy braid in
place broke and he soon had her hair smoothed into a shining black sheet
hanging down her back and tickling the bottom of his thighs.
“Better,”
he murmured, his hand returning to her body to comb through a different set of
curls. “I love your hair.”
Minerva
squirmed against Albus and was somewhat surprised when his head fell back, his
fingers stilled, and an agonized groan sprang from his lips as his member leapt
and jabbed into her core. Her hands slid
over his abdomen and pushed his out of the way then tore at the button on his
boxers.
“LIFT!”
Minerva commanded as she rose to her knees.
Albus complied instantly and felt his shorts slide over his hips and
thighs. His erection sprang free,
pointing proudly at the ceiling. Before
he could recover from his previous surge of desire Minerva had wrapped her
fingers around his arousal and begun to pump up and down.
He
grasped her wrists to stop her. “It’s
been too long,” he managed to gasp out.
“Come…”
With
a nod Minerva positioned herself then slowly lowered her hips, consuming Albus
completely as her hips once again came to rest on his. Albus nodded as his hands came up to her
waist. “That’s it…” he sighed when she
moved again, setting a slow but satisfying rhythm.
Words
weren’t necessary as they moved together, the leisurely pace gradually
increasing as passion and the demands of their bodies grew. Albus retained enough presence of mind to
tease her through her first release with his fingers; delighting when she
screamed his name as she shattered and slumped against him. He kept up the motion of his fingers so that
by the time Minerva could speak pleasure was teasing her again.
“Oh…
Albus… I…” Minerva begged, not really knowing what she was begging for, but Albus
understood. He wrapped his arms tightly
around her and sat up, using his feet to push further back into the
pillows. They packed down beneath him,
holding him upright while he planted his feet against the mattress and began to
thrust forcefully upward.
“Yes…
there, Albus, there… oh god… that feels so… good, Albus… so good… more…
please…”
Albus
buried his face in Minerva’s neck, his lips working frantically at the tip of
her collarbone while his hands steadied her hips against his driving
strokes. A quick shift of his hips as he
moved found the plumy head of his staff hitting just the right spot within
Minerva’s sheath and she screamed again as she gripped his shoulders and
came. Her warm juices released and flowed
over him, lubricating his last few strokes before her heat and the clench of
her muscles pulled him over the edge as well.
He released his seed into her, hot white jets pulsing up and out, over
and over, until finally they both fell back into the pillows, exhausted but
replete.
~o~
Chapter
Six
“Tabby?”
Albus watched Minerva across the chessboard, aware that her attention was focus
somewhere far away from the game.
“Minerva?” He said a bit more forcefully.
“Hmmm?”
This time his voice penetrated and with a small shake of her head Minerva
returned her attention Albus.
“It’s
your move.”
“Oh…
of course…” Minerva absently moved her rook straight into the path of Albus’
bishop, barely even looking at the board.
Albus
sighed and stood then pulled Minerva up and into his arms. “What’s wrong, Tabby? You are obviously distracted. Are you tired of being cooped up with this
batty old man?” His blue eyes twinkled.
Minerva
couldn’t help but smile. “You aren’t
batty or old and I could never tire of your company. I just…”
“You
just what?”
“I was
wondering… do the wards extend past the house?” She asked hesitantly.
Albus
pulled her closer. “Have a touch of
cabin fever? We have been locked up in
this drafty old mausoleum for almost three weeks. The grounds are safe as long as we don’t
wander past the boundary. Would you like
to have a little outing this afternoon?”
Minerva
gripped his forearms, a tiny sparkle coming to her eyes. “I don’t want to put you in any danger…”
“I
wouldn’t have suggested the outing if I thought there was any chance of harm
coming to you or our little one. I’ll
just go take care of a few things while you find something to wear.”
This
elicited a giggle from Minerva. Although
Poppy had packed up most of her wardrobe and sent it by Fawkes, Minerva had had
very little use for it thus far. She and
Albus rarely left the bedroom and when they did venture down to the kitchen or
the parlor a dressing gown was sufficient covering. “What about you? Are you going au naturale?”
Her hands trailed down his naked chest to finger the waistband of his boxers.
“Hardly. We may be alone in the house but Aberforth
and the goat brigade do still occupy the stables and the grounds.” Albus planted a quick kiss on her lips then
grabbed his robes and headed toward the door.
“I should be back in half an hour?”
“I’ll
be ready.”
~o~
Albus
paused in the doorway of the master bath and watched silently as Minerva
twisted in front of the long mirror on the opposite wall, her hands pulling her
emerald green robes tightly over her burgeoning stomach. He bit back a chuckle as she wrinkled her
nose, readjusted her skirts and pulled them tight again.
“You
look gorgeous.” Minerva jumped at the sound of Albus voice, just as his hands
slid around her waist to caress her abdomen.
“I
look fat.”
“You
are glowing. You are gloriously
pregnant. You are not fat.”
“Flatterer.”
Minerva laughed as she turned in Albus’ arms and gave him a quick kiss.
“Perhaps…
but never a liar. Are you ready, my
dear?”
The
weather was perfect, still a bit warm for September but autumn was definitely
in the air. The couple walked hand in
hand down the perfectly manicured front lawn – ‘mowed by goats’ Albus
explained.
“There
are some ruins of an old Norman abbey on a hill in the middle of the
forest. Do you feel up to a trek through
the woods and a bit of climbing?”
“That
sounds wonderful!” Minerva’s entire body seemed to stretch as she took in a
deep breath of fresh air. “How I wish…”
“I’ve
heard about pregnant women having strange cravings, my dear, but I’ve never
heard of one craving mice.” Albus observed, knowing instantly what Minerva
wished for.
Minerva
punched him playfully. “I just miss the
freedom that running about as a cat afforded me. I am NOT craving mice.”
“You
only have six months or so before you can transform again.” Worry was evident
in Albus’ answer.
Minerva
stopped dead in her tracks, both hands rising to her hips as she glared at
him. “Albus Dumbledore, I do not regret
getting pregnant and I do not resent our child simply because I am on transformation
restriction so put that foolish notion out of your head this instant!”
Albus
grinned ruefully. “I thought I was the
mind reader here. I know that you are
excited about our baby, love… I just… You are so young, Minerva. I don’t ever want you to feel like you missed
out on life by…”
“By
finding my true love at an early age? I
haven’t missed out on anything, Albus. I
have you.” She kissed him gently;
pleased to feel his lips move against hers.
“Now come on. You have some
castle ruins to show me.”
Taking
her hand, Albus continued to lead her toward the beginning of the forest a few
hundred yards away. They were almost
inside the woods when disaster struck.
Albus
stepped up and over the large trunk of the fallen tree then turned back, extending
his hand to Minerva just in time to see a large gray creature plow into her
side. Minerva cried out as she toppled
to the ground.
“What
the…” Albus was at her side in an instant, wand drawn and pointed when his
brother’s cry came.
“Don’t! She didn’t mean it! Don’t hurt Dotty, Albus!”
Albus
focused on the creature standing a few yards away, head hung low. The female goat was obviously heavily
pregnant and Albus could have sworn that she was ashamed for knocking Minerva
down.
“Tabby,”
he quickly turned his attention to the woman beside him as she pushed up on her
elbows. “Are you hurt? I’ll send Fawkes for Poppy. Do you need to go to the hospital?” He dropped his wand and began to search for
broken bones.
Minerva
moved each limb gingerly at his direction.
Once Albus was satisfied that her skeletal structure was intact he
turned his attention to her stomach, his hand resting lightly on the bulge
there.
“I’ll
carry you back to the house and get Poppy…”
Minerva
shook her head as she pushed into a sitting position, her hand coming to lie
over his. “I didn’t fall that hard,
Albus. My bottom took the brunt of the
fall. Our little kitten is just fine.”
“But…”
“No
aches, no pains, I promise. I wouldn’t
take any chances, Albus.” Minerva reassured him.
Aberforth
skidded to a halt beside them and dropped to his knees. “She didn’t mean to knock you down, Min. Dotty is a very good goat. She’s just a bit more high-strung since she’s
expecting. If you have to hex something
hex me.”
Aberforth
and Minerva had known each other for more than six years, ever since her first
visit to Albus’ home. Therefore he was
fully acquainted with the famous McGonagall temper and expected to find himself
turned into a flobberworm or something equally disgusting very quickly. Head bowed and eyes closed; he waited for the
curse to be cast.
When
it didn’t come Aberforth carefully opened one eye and cocked his head to see
Minerva gently rubbing Dotty’s nose.
“We
mums to be have to stick together, don’t we?” She murmured to the friendly doe.
Aberforth
grinned. “Speaking of which, I believe
that I once threatened to knock a randy old goat upside the head.” His hand cuffed the side of Albus’ head, not
with any real force but strong enough to knock him to his bottom. Something nowhere near merriment glittered in
Albus’ blue eyes for just a moment but at the look on his brother’s face he
began to laugh.
“So,
Minnie, how are you feeling? How is my
nephew doing?”
“Your
niece is doing wonderfully,” Albus interrupted.
“And
don’t call me Minnie or I will hex you,” Minerva finished.
Dotty
tired at the sudden lack of attention and with a sniff at Aberforth turned and
trotted back toward the barn.
“She’ll
deliver before long,” Minerva observed absently.
Aberforth
confirmed her statement with a nod. “It
won’t be a week. What about you,
Tabkins?” Aberforth reverted to his other pet name for Minerva, the one that
she at least tolerated. “When will the
Dumbledore herd increase?”
“Poppy
thinks the beginning of February.”
“That’s
less than six months away… very little time to get everything done…” Aberforth
glared at his brother.
“Right
now the most important thing is keeping Tabby and the baby safe and
healthy. Which is why we are out for a
walk.” Albus stood and helped Minerva to her feet, keeping a close eye for any
signs of discomfort from her. “I think
that we should leave the ruins for another time, love. Let’s head toward the pond. It should be lovely there today.”
“Why
don’t you come up to the house for dinner on Sunday, Aberforth?” Minerva
offered with a smile. “I’ll make your
favorite pudding.”
Abe
grinned, black holes showing where several of his teeth should have been. “I’ll be there. You two enjoy your walk. I’d better head back to the stable to check
on Dotty.”
Minerva
waited until Aberforth was out of earshot before speaking. “Albus… please don’t take this wrong but… I
hope that our child doesn’t take after his uncle.”
Albus
burst out laughing, tucked Minerva’s hand through his elbow and lead her toward
the pond.
“Oh…
what was the comment about knocking a randy old goat upside the head about and
why did Aberforth hit you?”
“Umm…”
Albus quickly debated the wisdom of telling Minerva that his brother had
reduced her to goat status, or raised her to goat status as Aberforth would
argue. Somehow he did think that she
would be pleased with the comparison under the best of circumstances and what
with the pregnancy hormones raging…
“It’s
a childhood joke between Abe and I… nothing important…” He quickly stammered
out.
Minerva
cocked an eyebrow, her disbelief obvious but to Albus’ relief she didn’t pursue
the subject any further.
~o~
Chapter
Seven
“Come
on, Tabby… just one more bite,” Albus coaxed as the piece of apple in his hand
hovered just inches from Minerva’s lips.
“I
couldn’t possibly…” Minerva started but then Albus took advantage of her open
mouth to slip the wedge inside.
Minerva
groaned loudly and fell on her back to the picnic blanket they were both
stretched out on, chewing the sweet fruit with visible effort.
“No
more,” she declared once she was done.
“I’m stuffed!”
“Well…
you have eaten a good lunch.” Albus conceded and with a sweep of his hand
cleared the food away from the blanket.
Two comfortable pillows appeared and Albus stacked them up then leaned
back, one hand reaching out to beckon Minerva to his side. She scooted closer.
“You
have put some weight back on.” Albus left hand fell to its customary place on
Minerva’s stomach while his right arm curled around her back, holding her to
him.
She
glanced up at him sardonically. “I’m
pregnant, remember? I’m supposed to gain
weight.”
Albus
kissed her lightly. “You were entirely
too thin when you came here, baby or no.
Besides, I like your curves.” His right hand slipped beneath her arm to
palm her breast.
“Thank
you for the picnic, Albus. It was a
wonderful idea.”
“After
the enjoyment you derived from our walk yesterday I wanted to give you the
opportunity to be outdoors again. We’ll
have a picnic everyday, weather permitting.”
Minerva
lay her head against Albus’ chest so that he wouldn’t see the questions in her
eyes. She knew that they couldn’t hide
the world away forever. Sooner or later
they would have to return. Only this
morning Fawkes had brought Albus a message that she felt sure was a note from
Hogwarts, asking when they could expect their transfiguration professor to
return. But she knew that Albus would
talk to her when he was ready.
While
Minerva was thinking, Albus’ mind was racing as well. There was a very important conversation that
he and Minerva hadn’t yet had… that he’d been afraid of broaching with her… but
he felt that the time had come.
“Tabby…”
he started, bringing Minerva out of her thoughts. “I need to ask you… I don’t want to upset you
but we need to talk about what happened… during the battle.” He felt her tense in his arms. “Just this once and then we will put it
behind us.”
Minerva
nodded against his chest.
“Why
didn’t you follow orders? Why did you
stay in the castle when you were simply supposed to scout it out then leave?”
“I
tried to leave, Albus… I didn’t want to leave you alone but I know the
importance of following orders.”
Albus
breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn’t
wanted to believe that Minerva would willingly defy a direct command from her
superior. “What happened?”
“After
I led you to the grand ballroom where that monster was holed up I tried to
leave the castle but every entrance was blocked. It was as if they knew we were there.”
“They
did know, my love. Looking back I
realize that it was a carefully laid trap that we fell in to. Grindelwald knew that I was coming and that
he would have to face me. He’d been
trying to kill me for years and that hadn’t worked. His men pulled back to let me in then made
sure that I couldn’t leave.”
“I
knew… when I couldn’t get out I turned back.
If I was going to fall it was going to be at your side. By the time I returned you were already
fighting Grindelwald.”
Albus
blinked back a tear at Minerva’s admission.
“Even though I entered the room under an invisibility spell he knew that
I was there. He cast his first curse
within seconds and I had no choice but to retaliate. He stood there… gloating… taunting me with
the ways that he was going to torture you and the others just to make me suffer
before he killed me. He had some of his
men distract me and made a few good hits but… I kept thinking about you. I couldn’t let him hurt you. And then I saw you there…”
Minerva
took up the story. “I kept to the
corners and stayed in my cat form because I knew that my presence would
distract you. Then I saw one of those
bastards appear from a secret door to your side and cast his wand at you. I could let him hurt you so I transformed and
hexed him then quickly returned to my feline form. I moved silently to his side to make sure he
was out of it then… I remember looking up… and seeing Grindelwald’s face… and I
knew… I didn’t stop to think, Albus. I
just leapt.” Her breath caught at the
memory of the pain she had suffered.
“I
could have sworn… I thought I heard… and then you fell to the floor and I was
so angry that I began firing every curse that I could think of at
Grindelwald. I remember that the walls
started to collapse… and then the ceiling… I saw him fall. I knew he was dead… and then I passed out.”
“I
don’t remember much either but Alastor and Poppy found me in my human form so I
must have crawled into an alcove and changed.
Oh Albus… I was so scared for you!
And when all those weeks went by and I didn’t hear from you… I thought…”
Minerva
couldn’t finish the sentence but suddenly Albus knew what she didn’t say. He pulled them both to their knees then
tugged her face up forcefully to look at him.
“Don’t you ever think that I didn’t want you with me, Minerva
McGonagall. I was asking for you…
begging for you… I will always want you by my side.” Her kissed her fiercely.
“Tabby…”
as the kiss tapered off Minerva became aware that Albus was fumbling about in
the pocket of his robes. “I want to ask
you… I love you… and I love our baby… and I was hoping that you might do me the
great honor…” He finally pulled the small box free with a flourish and offered
it to Minerva, snapping the lid back as he did so. “…of becoming my wife?” His voice was hesitant but hopeful.
The
emerald and sapphire band gleamed in the sunlight as Minerva reached out a
single finger and hesitantly touched it.
“Albus… it’s beautiful… but…”
“I’m
not asking because of the baby, Tabby. I
left an order with a jeweler in Hogsmeade three years ago to make this ring
just for you. Aberforth has been keeping
it safe for me all these years…”
“All
this time… why don’t you put the ring on my finger, Albus.” Minerva offered her
hand to him. “I’d be overjoyed to marry
you… proud to be your wife.”
Albus
freed the ring from the box then carefully slid it on the finger that Minerva
offered. When the ring was securely in
place he lifted the hand to his mouth and kissed the slender fingers over and
over.
“I’ll
be a good husband, Tabby… a good father…” Albus wrapped his arms around
Minerva’s waist.
“And
I’ll be a good wife and mother…”
A
sweet kiss followed their words and then they drew back, both of them grinning
madly.
“As
soon as it is safe for us to be seen I’ll speak to your father… What’s wrong,
love?” Albus noticed that Minerva’s face had fallen.
“I…
I love that you want to do things properly and talk with Father but… we don’t
know how long it will take Alastor to discover who is working against you and…
I’d rather be a bride before I become a mother.”
Albus
laughed. “Little dumbles is growing
every day isn’t he? So lets plan our
bonding and then if things work out I’ll speak to your father. If not then afterward I will explain to him
why we had to go ahead without his approval.
I’m sure that he would rather you become a wife first as well.”
“What
about our parents? Will we be able to
invite them to the ceremony?”
“I
don’t know… Let’s see what Alastor has to tell us the next time he and Poppy
visit.”
Minerva
nodded, content with Albus’ solution for now.
She turned her head to gaze at the ring on her finger and was surprised
to feel Albus’ lips at her neck.
“What
are you doing?” She asked, more than a little surprised at her body’s sudden
response to his touch. Desire in the
bedroom was one thing but on a blanket beneath a tree where God and all the
world… or Aberforth and all his goats… could see was something entirely
different.
“What
does it feel like I’m doing?” Albus chuckled as his lips slid lower, his tongue
dipping into the hollow of her throat while his fingers worked on the buttons
of her inner robes.
“But…
not here… oooh…” Albus had succeeded in pushing the fabric away from Minerva’s
chest and due to the gradual increase in her breast size she wasn’t wearing a
bra. When the cool air struck her
nipples they tightened even more.
Minerva clenched Albus’ shoulders desperately as his lips trailed
lower. “Let’s go inside, Albus… please…”
Albus
wanted nothing more than to take Minerva then and there, to feel the breeze
caress both of their bodies as they loved each other out in the open, but he
heard the embarrassment in her voice and he had promised he would never do
anything to make her uncomfortable.
Regretfully he raised his head and pulled the edges of her robe
together.
“To
the house then, my dear.”
~o~
Chapter
Eight
The
wind whipped around the manor as the first autumn winds swept across the estate
but the man and woman inside were safe and warm, locked in each other’s arms as
they dreamed of a wonderful future together.
That is until a clamorous knocking began.
“Albus,”
Minerva murmured against his shoulder, still more than half asleep. “Someone is at the door.”
“Just
the tree at the window, love. Go back to
sleep.”
Soon
the knocking stopped but not long after a heavy tread could be heard on the
stairs. Both Albus and Minerva bolted
upright, asleep no longer, and grabbed for their wands.
The
person walking stopped just outside of their bedroom door and began knocking
noisily once again. “ALBUS!
MINERVA! ARE YOU AWAKE?!?!”
“Dammit,
Aberforth! What the hell do you mean
scaring us like that?” Albus jumped out of bed and stormed across the room,
swinging the door wide open as he yelled at his brother.
“I
could have just barged right on in but instead I thought I’d give you fair
warning in case the two of you were up to something that you didn’t want me to
see!” Aberforth yelled back. His eyes swept down his brother’s naked form. “Which you obviously were, I see…”
At
Aberforth’s words, Minerva quickly yanked the sheet and blanket up over her
naked chest and Albus called his dressing gown from across the room, both of
them blushing furiously.
“Is
something wrong, Abe?” Minerva asked while Albus struggled to thrust his
sleeves into the recalcitrant robe.
“I
was just going to let you know that Dotty is in labour. I thought you might want to see the little
one being born. I’ve got to get back,
though. She might need me.” Aberforth turned and stomped away.
Albus
stopped trying to turn his sleeve right side out to stare after his brother,
his robe hanging half-on and half off.
“I will never understand him… Tabby, what are you doing?”
Minerva
had jumped from the bed and was tugging her nightgown on. “Let’s go see, Albus. Please?”
Albus
didn’t have the heart to say no so he pulled his oldest set of robes on while
Minerva slipped on her dressing gown and slippers then he wrapped his warmest
outer robes around Minerva.
They
moved quickly across the back garden toward the stables, Albus holding Minerva
close in an attempt to shelter her from the worst of the strong gusts. They slipped in the barn and Albus secured
the door with both a bolt and a spell before leading Minerva down the stalls to
the special birthing space that Aberforth maintained.
“Are
you sure you want to see this, Tabby?” Albus didn’t look thrilled at the
prospect.
The
plaintive bleating of a goat could be heard just beyond the next wall. Minerva bit her bottom lip and then nodded
resolutely. Albus led her into the
stall.
“You’re
just in time,” Aberforth told them.
“I’ve seen the bubble.”
“Bubble?”
“See
how high Dotty’s tail is arched?
Watch…”
Minerva
did as instructed and a few moments later a bubble did indeed appear to be
trying to escape from the doe.
“Look
close… can you see the feet?” Tiny
hooves were indeed visible inside the semi-transparent sheath.
The
bubble retracted a bit and then grew even larger every time Dotty pushed. After a few more minutes what seemed to be a
tiny head appeared and then the bubble burst.
A tiny baby goat slid into Aberforth’s waiting hands.
Minerva
was surprised when Albus joined his brother, quickly but carefully cleaning
mucous away from the baby’s nose while Aberforth held it up by its hind
legs. Once they had cleaned the head up
Aberforth laid the kid on a dry feed sack and placed it in front of its
mother. Dotty quickly lowered her head
and began to lick her offspring clean.
“You’ve
done this before,” she observed wryly to Albus as he moved back to her side,
cleaning his hands on an old towel.
“I’ve
been pressed into service one or two times.
Min… are you okay?” He saw how
her hands were clenching against her belly.
“That
was beautiful, Albus. I’m so glad that
we saw it… can we go back to the house now?”
“Of
course, dear.” With a last nod at
Aberforth, Albus opened the stall and pulled Minerva outside. He didn’t seem surprised when she buried
herself in his arms. “A bit much?”
Her
dark head bobbed against his chest. “I
don’t think I want to do this, Albus. I
don’t like pain.” She wailed.
“No
one likes pain, love. But you are
stronger than you think and I will be with you every step of the way.”
Minerva
raised her head to meet his gaze. “You
will? You’ll stay with me?”
“If
you want me there… woe to the person who tries to stand in my way.”
Minerva
smiled, her eyes slightly watery. “Men…
Fathers don’t normally stay…”
“Haven’t
you learned by now that normal is one thing that I certainly am not?” Albus
laughed as they walked slowly toward the stable door. They had just reached the exit when
Aberforth’s head popped up over the stall.
“It’s
twins!”
~o~
Chapter
Nine
“Sorry
it’s been so long,” Alastor said as he stepped from the fireplace then moved to
the side. Poppy appeared seconds later,
taking Alastor’s proffered hand and joining the other couples in the room. “But since all other attempts to find you
have failed we are once again being watched closer.”
Albus
quickly reinstated the wards guarding the fireplace. “You are sure you weren’t tracked?”
Alastor
looked at Albus sardonically. “I am an
auror, you know… once of the best, if I do say so myself. We weren’t tracked.”
“We
are glad to have you here. Aberforth and
his goats only go so far as company…” Minerva told them as she and Poppy
embraced.
“She’s
tired of me already,” Albus said dramatically.
“I
could never tire of you, you barmy old coot.” Minerva moved back to her lover’s
side and gently kissed his cheek.
“I’m
glad to hear that, my dear.” He looked
up at the other couple. “It’s such a
mild day that I thought we might go for a walk before lunch.”
Poppy
cleared her throat. “Why don’t you and
Alastor start out and Min and I will catch up with you later? We have a few things to do first.” Her eyes fell on Minerva’s protruding
stomach.
“Wow!”
Alastor observed. “Little bit is really
growing, isn’t he?” At four months
Minerva’s pregnancy was more than obvious, especially since she hadn’t been
able to acquire any new robes. The
fabric of the one she was wearing was stretched tight across her growing belly.
“That
is what babies tend to do, Alastor. Now
off with the both of you!” Poppy laughed as she waved the men out of the house.
~o~
“Please
tell me that you have some information, Alastor.” Albus begged as they walked
down the path toward the pond. “Not that
I don’t adore having Minerva all to myself but I don’t like having to worry
constantly about our safety.”
Alastor
frowned. “Dammit, Albus, I wish I had
this whole thing solved but… I know that something is going on in the ministry…
I’d lay you odds I could name the people involved… but I don’t know what!”
“They
are still looking for me?”
“Quietly
but… yeah… select members of Bagnold’s personal guard are hunting you… and
Minerva.”
“Minerva…
but why?”
“My
guess is that someone remembered you asking for her in the hospital so they
checked on her and found that she never made it to her family’s home in
Scotland. Poppy has reassured her
parents quietly that she is safe but… they are concerned about her whereabouts
as well.”
“This
can’t continue, Alastor. I’m going to
have to force the issue.”
“But
how will you do that? You can’t put
yourself in danger. Not with Minerva’s
condition…”
“I’m
going to have to contact Millicent and demand some answers.”
~o~
“Everything
appears to be progressing nicely.” Poppy told Minerva as she laid her wand down
and took a hands on approach, her fingers pressing against Minerva’s
abdomen. “What about your sleep
patterns?”
“They
seem to have evened out. I tend to nap a
bit in the afternoon but otherwise I only sleep at night.” Minerva answered,
flinching slightly as the child inside her responded to Poppy’s prodding. “Please be careful. He’s sitting on my bladder.”
“That’s
fairly common… both the napping and the bladder.” Poppy smiled. “I think that your body just needed an
incredible amount of rest after everything you had been through. I’m sure that Albus takes very good care of
you.”
“That
he does,” Minerva confirmed.
“Getting
plenty of exercise?”
“We
go for a long walk by the pond or in the forest every afternoon.”
“And
at night?” Poppy winked.
Minerva
blushed at her friend’s forwardness.
“Poppy Ophelia Pomfrey! I can’t
believe you would ask me that!”
Poppy
simply shrugged. “I don’t mind tell you
that Alastor is fabulous in the bedroom.”
Minerva
turned even redder. “That is so much
more information than I needed to know about my superior.”
“I
was surprised, too. Alastor was raised
in the Victorian era you know. Before I
met him I imagined everyone of that generation to be extremely stuffy. Albus falls in the same category but he must
have something special. He did manage to
get you pregnant after all.”
“POPPY!” All the blood in Minerva’s body seemed to be
floating near the surface of her skin.
She closed her eyes so that she couldn’t see her friend then whispered,
“Albus is fabulous, too.”
“I
knew it! You can get dressed now. So, is he a one position man or…” Poppy could
feel Minerva’s glare heating her back as she cleaned the few instruments she
had used and packed them away. When she
finished she turned back to Minerva.
“Well? My interest is purely medical.
As your pregnancy progresses you may experience more discomfort in
certain positions, but that can be worked around. Once your hormones kick in…”
“Aberforth
says that I am already much more emotional than I normally am. When Dotty gave birth to her kids a few weeks
ago I cried and cried. I still tear up
when I see little Kitty and Cat.”
“He
named them… after you, I suppose,” Poppy shook her head. “I don’t want to know… Emotions are one part
of the hormone changes but there is another effect that should kick in just any
time now.”
“Something
else? What should I expect?”
“Sex…
and lots of it.”
Minerva
was pulling her dress over her head as Poppy spoke and her head popped out of
the neckline, eyes wide.
“Many
pregnant women experience a dramatic increase in their sex drive beginning in
the fourth or fifth month. I’m glad to
know that Albus isn’t one of those men who thinks that he shouldn’t touch you
until he’s ready for another heir. It
will make things much more pleasant for you.”
Minerva
didn’t comment but Poppy was pleased to note the spark of interest in her
friend’s eyes and the smile on her lips.
“By
the way, are you going to tell me about that absolutely divine ring on your
finger or am I supposed to pretend that I don’t notice it?”
~o~
“I’ve
been making a few discrete inquiries using Fawkes but there is only so much
that I can do without revealing my identity.
We will have to apply to the ministry for a marriage license anyway.”
“So
you wait a little while longer.”
“But
how long? Until our child starts
Hogwarts? We want to marry now and I
mean to make it happen. If that means
that I have a serious talk with Bagnold then that’s what I have to do.”
“But
your safety…”
“You’ll
be there with me. Don’t look so
surprised, Alastor. I’m not an
idiot. Of course I want you there to
guard my back.”
~o~
“We
want to get married as soon as possible but we can’t really make any plans as
long as we are hiding out here. I don’t
want a big wedding but I would like a set of robes that actually fit me.”
Minerva grimaced.
Poppy
smiled, having seen that Minerva was leaving several of the lower buttons of
her inner gown undone to compensate for her stomach.
“What
about your parents?”
“I
hope that they will be here but their presence or absence won’t change
anything.”
“What
about Albus’ parents?”
“I
hope that they will like me. Aberforth
says that they will but… I suppose they will be excited about having a
grandchild.”
“You’ve
been with Albus for almost seven years and you’ve never met his parents?”
Minerva
shook her head. “They retired to the
Canary Islands over ten years ago but they couldn’t visit because of the
war. Albus is going to send Fawkes with
the wedding details as soon as we decide on them.”
“We’ll
have to go shopping. Perhaps I could
scout out Madame Malkin’s… pick several robes for you to chose from. Then you wouldn’t have to spend a great deal
of time there.”
“I’m
afraid that I’m going to need several sets of robes in various sizes to get me
through the next several months. Thank
goodness the ministry has been depositing my salary into Gringotts these last
few years.”
Poppy
glanced back at the grand façade of the house they had just exited. “I don’t think that money is going to be one
of your worries. I always knew that the
Dumbledores were well to do but this house… and that ring…”
“I
would never ask Albus for money, Poppy!”
“Marriage
is a sharing thing, Min. Money is part
of that. Now I know that money isn’t
your motivating reason but some people may think that it is… especially due to
the difference in your ages.”
“That’s
ridiculous,” Minerva scoffed.
“Yes,
I suppose it is. Anyone can see how you
and Albus feel simply by the way that you smile at each other,” Poppy agreed,
not wanting to upset her friend further.
“Where are you going to have the ceremony?”
“Here,
I think. There are some lovely ruins in
the woods… we thought about there… or perhaps by the pond. Aberforth is threatening to get bow ties for
all of his goats to wear.”
“And
your child is going to share genetic material with this man!” Poppy
laughed. “Let’s hope that he doesn’t
take after Uncle Aberforth in any way!”
~o~
“Tonight
I’ll send Fawkes with a message for Millicent.
I’ll send it late enough that she should be away from the office. That note will reassure her that I am not
being held against my will, convey my anger at my hospital ‘imprisonment’, and
ask for a meeting for us to discuss this face to face. Fawkes will wait for her reply. If she agrees then I will set the meeting
time and place in a second message.”
“What
about the kitty cat? Are you going to
tell her?”
“I
don’t have any choice, Alastor. Tell her
or not tell her… Minerva will still know.”
“So
she reads minds too?” Alastor laughed.
“Not
minds in general… just mine. We always
seem to know what the other is feeling.
She would know that I was trying to keep something from her.”
“But
if you tell her she will insist on coming as well.”
“I
will attempt to dissuade her but… my tabby isn’t easily manipulated and I don’t
intend to start married life by trying…”
“So
you are going to marry her? It’s about
time. I was afraid that I was going to
have to kick your ass…”
“Aberforth
has already knocked me upside the head so why not?” Albus laughed. “Speaking of the beautiful bride-to-be, here
she comes. Perhaps I should ask about
your intentions toward the lovely Miss Pomfrey, hmm?”
Alastor
rolled his eyes at Albus. “Miss Pomfrey,
who is indeed lovely, and I have only been together for a few months and we do
not have a little one on the way so shut your trap.”
Albus
laughed heartily as he moved toward Minerva and embraced her, kissing her
gently, much to the amusement of Alastor and Poppy.
“And
how is little Dumbles?” he asked, his hand sliding down to rub Minerva’s belly.
“Everything
is fine. If you don’t believe me just
ask the mediwitch…”
“I
haven’t received the results of my certification exam,” Poppy quickly
said. “Don’t jinx me!”
The
entire group laughed at the thought of Poppy making anything but perfect marks
on her exams. The woman was born to be a
healer.
“You
had better pass,” Minerva finally said.
“After all, I want a fully qualified healer delivering my baby.”
Poppy’s
eyes sparkled. “You want me… oh Min!”
She squealed as she hugged her friend.
“Actually
we have a few favours to ask both of you, above and beyond assisting with the
delivery of our baby.” Albus looked at both Alastor and Poppy.
“Anything
we can do to help, Albus.” Alastor stated matter-of-factly.
“First
of all, Minerva and I are going to be getting married soon and we need
witnesses for our ceremony. We were
wondering if you two would do the honors?”
Poppy
and Alastor looked at each other then back at the other couple. “We’d be honored!” Poppy burst out.
Alastor
looked less sure. “What about
Aberforth? He is your brother and I
wouldn’t want to…”
“Aberforth
is delighted not to be asked. This means
that he doesn’t have to dress up for the ceremony.” Albus informed him.
“Aberforth
isn’t going to wear dress robes?” Poppy asked, astounded. “But it’s a wedding!”
“Abe
has agreed to take a bath before the ceremony.
We decided that was probably the best we could do.” Minerva laughed, not
at all put out by her future brother-in-law’s eccentricities.
“Then
I’d be proud to stand as witness… and I promise to take a bath!”
~o~
Chapter
Ten
“Sweetheart…”
Albus stroked the sheet of dark hair thrown forward over Minerva’s right
shoulder as she leaned back against his chest, allowing both his fingers and
his thoughts to get lost in the silken tresses.
Their favorite tree by the pond provided both shade and support for
Albus’ back as he tightened his left arm beneath Minerva’s breasts.
“Tabby…”
he tried again, then gasped when he felt Minerva’s bottom wiggle against
him. His semi-erect member took a leap.
Minerva
slid her head along his shoulder and down his forearm so that she could stare
up at him, her gaze anticipating.
“I
was… that is to say, I need to… you wouldn’t mind spending the afternoon with
Aberforth next Thursday, would you? I
just need to be gone for a few hours and I know how much you like to spend time
with Dotty and your namesakes.”
Minerva
rolled her eyes and smiled up at Albus.
“What time do we leave?”
“Minerva,”
Albus said firmly, letting her know that he was serious by his use of her real
name. “I will not allow you to put
yourself in danger needlessly.”
Minerva’s
eyebrows cocked. “And you actually think
that I would allow you to put yourself in danger alone? Really, Albus… how long have you known me?”
“But
the baby,” his hand shifted slightly so his fingers could brush the noticeable
incline, “… think about little Dumbles…”
“Our
baby needs a mother and a father. If you
are going to meet with Millicent Bagnold then I want to go with you.”
“But
we are safer if our relationship and the baby’s existence remains a secret
until all of this mess is cleared up.” Albus pleaded.
“I’ll
hide in the closet.” Minerva countered.
Albus
sighed. “What about… a compromise?”
Minerva
eyed him warily. “I’m listening.”
“I’ve
decided that the best place for the meeting is the Leaky Cauldron. I’ll send an owl to Millicent with the time
and place just an hour before hand.
Alastor will make arrangements for a private room but we should be
relatively safe.”
“So
I’ll hide under the bed instead.”
“I
was thinking that perhaps you could use the time more productively.” Albus
fingered the hem of her sleeve. “I know
that you need some new robes with a bit of room for expanding… and I suspect
that you would like something special to wear for our wedding ceremony…”
Even
though Minerva knew what Albus was offering was out and out blackmail she felt
herself weakening. She was tired of
having to leave her few dresses half open and the problem was only going to get
worse over the next few months.
“Poppy
could go with you… and you’d only be a few hundred yards away from me so if
anything happened you could be there in seconds. And maybe while you are out shopping you
could pick up something… interesting… to wear on our wedding night… hmm?” Now Albus was the one waggling his eyebrows.
“You
are incorrigible!” Minerva looped her arm around Albus’ neck and pulled him
down so that she could reach his mouth.
Albus
smacked Minerva’s lips loudly then licked his own. “Mmm… you taste wonderful!”
“You
taste like lemons,” Minerva told him as she mimicked his actions. “Tell me again how you managed to store all
those muggle sweets in your basement?”
“I
hate to be deprived of tastes that I love… any taste…” The humour left Albus’
eyes to be replaced by desire.
As
Albus’ eyes darkened Minerva felt her body begin to hum. She was amazed at the
rapidness with which her longing grew.
She pulled his mouth back to hers as she twisted in his arms. This kiss left no doubt at all about what she
wanted but Albus was still surprised to find himself flat on his back with
Minerva stretched out on top of him.
“Tabby?”
Albus was amazed to find that Minerva’s eyes were equally dark. “Should we head inside?”
Suddenly
Minerva understood what Poppy had been telling her about hormones the week
before. She wanted Albus right this
instant and she didn’t care if they were lying beneath a tree where Aberforth
or any of his goats could wander up on them.
Her hands tugged that the clasp of Albus’ robe.
“Tab…
what’s gotten in to…” A moan cut off Albus’ words as Minerva succeeded in
opening his robes and her mouth attacked his chest. “Sweetheart… have you forgotten we’re
outside? Oh… God!” Albus robes were now open to his waist and
Minerva’s tongue was licking over every inch of revealed skin. “That feels so…” A picture flashed in his
mind; Minerva in her animagus form licking her fur. No wonder she was so good at this… she was an
expert.
‘What
the hell!’ Albus thought as his hands moved to tug Minerva’s outer robe off and
release the button holding the top of her dress together at the back of her
neck.
Somehow
he managed to divest Minerva of her gown, due in large part to her wiggling
down his body to taste more skin while he tugged the garment up and over her
head. He felt her naked breasts bounce
against his bare thighs as Minerva lapped at his navel and he realized that
she’d managed to pull the one robe he wore completely open.
Albus
nearly lost control when he felt Minerva’s warm breath curl around his now
fully aroused member. Her hands caressed
his length gently but firmly, the top thumb playing over the purpling head. Albus desperately wanted her to…
“No!”
He managed to gasp out as he flung his arms to free them from the confines of
his sleeves. He reached for Minerva’s
shoulders; his fingertips just brushing across them when she did what he both
wanted and feared; she touched him with her mouth. The sound of Albus’ cry echoed over the
grounds as Minerva tasted him tentatively, her tongue gently tracing the damp
opening at the top of his staff.
The
pleasure was so intense that Albus actually whimpered, his fingers wrapping
themselves in Minerva’s hair as he surged up into her warmth. She opened wide to take more of his length
inside.
The
urge to come almost overwhelmed Albus and he struggled to hold back as he
yanked Minerva’s head away from him.
“I’m
sorry, love,” he murmured to her when she cried out at the tug on her
hair. “Come here…”
“But…”
She looked back at his erection and licked her lips.
Albus
quickly grasped her beneath the arms and pulled her back up so that they were
face to face, then rolled them both to their sides and captured her lips in a
steamy kiss.
“Where
did you learn that?” Albus questioned quietly as he broke the kiss to nuzzle
her neck, his hands working over her body’s pleasure spots.
Minerva
groaned when he hit a particularly sensitive area just below her
collarbone. “Ro… Hooch… she talks…
lots. You didn’t like…”
“Oh,
honey… I loved it. But do you realize
what happens?” At the nod of Minerva’s
head Albus made a mental note to find out more of what she and one of her best
Hogwarts friends chatted about. “I want
us to share right now…” His fingers slid down her abdomen to rub her mound
through her cotton knickers.
“Albus…
please…” Minerva pleaded as she ground her flesh against his palm.
“Why
don’t we get rid of these?” Albus tugged gently at her panties.
Minerva
growled her frustration as she pushed away from Albus, ripped her panties off
then rolled back to him. She wound her
arms around his neck and kissed him passionately as her right knee rose to hug
his hip.
Albus
didn’t need to position his member for entrance; Minerva’s squirming did it for
him. Then he was sliding into her
warmth, her body consuming him until he was buried to the hilt. He grasped her bottom and began to pulse
slowly in and out.
“Harder!”
She demanded between pressing love bites to his neck. Her nails scored his shoulders and her
nipples drilled into his chest. “I need
more!”
Minerva’s
earlier actions, the first time she’d ever touched him with her mouth, had
already shocked him but now he was floored.
In all their time together she’d always let him set the pace but he had
to admit, this new aggressive Minerva excited him in ways he’d never felt
before.
Albus
dug his fingertips into her firm cheeks and picked up the pace. Somehow Minerva managed to twist her calf
around so that she had it locked around his bottom, using Albus’ body as
leverage to help her meet his every thrust.
“Sweet…
heavens…” Albus could feel the sweat building on his brow; smell the sweet
scent of Minerva’s arousal drifting around him as the autumn breeze tickled
their bare skin. “Tabby… love you… oh,
how I love you…” He varied his movements, changing the speed and angle of his
thrusts, shifting his hips from side to side and in a circular motion. Minerva’s sounds of pleasure grew louder.
When
Albus hit the inner center of her pleasure, Minerva was ready. Her screams rent the air as she went rigid
then began convulsing against Albus, her warm juices and grasping muscles
coaxing him to join her. Blood was seeping
from the pits her nails made in his back but Albus didn’t care. His body followed hers, his fluids pounding
up and out to mingle with hers as their muscles tightened and slid across each
other. For the first time in his one
hundred or so years Albus experienced a second orgasm without completely
recovering from his first.
They
collapsed against each other; panting heavily and cuddling together as the wind
slowly dried the perspiration on their skin.
When he felt Minerva shiver slightly Albus shifted to his back, taking
care to keep her close to him then grabbed his robe from the ground and pulled
in haphazardly over them.
“You
look so beautiful like this,” Albus whispered as he stared at Minerva’s face,
exalting at the sated look in her eyes.
She
pressed a kiss into his chest. “I’m sure
that I look a mess… but you…” her fingers twirled in the auburn strands of his
beard. “You look devastatingly
handsome.”
“With
this nose?” Albus barked. “Either you
are blind or in love.”
“Actually,”
Minerva glanced at the picnic basket where both pairs of their spectacles were
safely tucked away; “I’m both.”
Their
chuckles gradually faded into silence as the makeshift blanket warmed them and
they slowly slid into slumber.
~o~
“Mmm…”
Albus uttered in his drowsy state as he felt soft lips touch his cheek. He tightened his arms around Minerva and
inhaled, the air heavy with her own special scent mixed with the lavender she
always wore… and something else… something he’d smelled before… something like…
GOAT BREATH!
“BLOODY
HELL!”
Dotty
seemed to jump three feet straight back at Albus’ shout.
Albus
sat up, taking care not to dislodge his robe from his hips or Minerva’s body,
glaring at the confused goat all the while.
Another sound caught his attention and he turned toward the lake to find
Aberforth sitting on a log, pissing himself laughing.
“You
crazy idiot!” Albus shouted at him.
“I
was wondering why Dotty’s kids had red hair!” Aberforth managed to blurt out
before laughter consumed him again. “You
should have seen your face…”
Albus
was just at the point of hexing his brother when he felt a tug on the robe and
looked down to see that Minerva had rolled over and was now glaring at his
sibling as well.
The
laughter slowly died away as Abe began to feel the weight of vivid emerald eyes
pinning him down. “I… it was just a
joke… I’m… sorry…”
Finally
Minerva spoke, her voice icier than Albus had ever heard. “Go away, Aberforth Dumbledore and take Dotty
with you. Albus and I are having a
private moment here and you were not invited to observe.”
Aberforth
stood and ran without making another sound.
Once
he was out of sight Minerva rolled back and started to speak but then noticed
Dotty still standing nearby.
“You
too…” She told the doe.
Dotty
trotted away obediently.
Albus
sank back to the blanket. “You are…
scary… truly frightening, my love.”
“Shut
up and make love to me, Albus.”
“Anything
you desire, Tabby, anything at all.”
~o~
Chapter
Eleven
“I
don’t like this, Albus.” Alastor grumbled as he searched the small room that
Albus had rented for the afternoon. The
Leaky Cauldron didn’t seem the best place to Alastor to hold a secret meeting
but Albus had pointed out that it was so well frequented that his enemies would
be foolish to try to get to him. “And
letting Min go out into Diagon Alley… she should have stayed away.”
“She
refused to stay at home, Alastor, just as I knew she would. The only way that I could prevent her from
being here right now was to encourage her to go shop for robes. Besides, she desperately needs them. Every bride wants to look pretty on her wedding
day but Minerva wants to look pretty and have a gown that will actually close
around little Dumbles.”
“Well,
I don’t like it. The sooner we get this
over with the better.”
“It
appears that is exactly what is going to happen, Alastor. I think I hear Minister Bagnold’s tread on
the stairs now.”
~o~
“This
gown looks absolutely stunning on you, my dear,” the saleswitch at Madame
Malkin’s told Minerva as she twisted in front of the mirror. “And these tapes here at the side will allow
it to expand as you do.”
Minerva
mentally calculated the cost of adding a third robe to her purchase against the
amount of money she had removed from her vault at Gringotts.
“You
need several changes of clothes, Min.” Poppy encouraged.
“I
would suggest that you supplement your robe choices with a few skirts and
blouses.” The clerk nodded at her assistant and the young girl scampered away
to pull the required garments from their racks.
Minerva
finally nodded her agreement. “I do have
to have clothes to wear, after all.”
The
saleswitch smiled, please with the transaction.
“Would you like to wear this robe home?”
Minerva
smiled. “That would be wonderful! But… I need one more outfit… something
dressier…”
The
clerk’s eyes gleamed at the prospect of an even larger sale. “Something for a special occasion?”
“Yes…”
Minerva blushed slightly, “… my wedding.”
To
her credit the woman didn’t lose her composure.
“Of course. Is the happy day
soon? What I mean to say is that we
might need to move to gowns with more… give in the waist… if the wedding is
more than a month or two away.”
“No…
the ceremony will be soon… in the next few weeks.” Minerva was recovering from
her initial bout of embarrassment and raised her head proudly. “I would like to look nice.”
“Every
bride is beautiful but I am pleased to help you find a perfect gown as
well. Have you thought about color?”
“Well,
white is definitely out!” Poppy laughed.
Minerva
glared at Poppy a moment, the corners of her mouth fighting the urge to smirk,
then replied, “Perhaps something soft… a pale yellow, maybe?”
The
clerk shook her head. “Not with your
coloring. Perhaps blue… or green… but
you don’t want to appear too springtime in the autumn.” Suddenly she snapped her fingers. “I think that I might have just the thing…
it’s a new gown… one of a kind. I’ll get
it.”
Minerva
turned to Poppy as the shop assistant hurried away. “One of a kind… translation… another visit to
Gringotts.”
“It
won’t hurt to look at the dress, Min.”
“I
can wear one of the other robes I’ve picked out. They are all very nice. That’s the practical thing to do.”
But
before Minerva could tell the younger helper to finish her transaction the head
saleswitch returned with the most beautiful garment that either woman had every
seen.
The
robe was winter white with a deep neckline and an empire waist. Both the sleeves and the skirt were full and
flowing. The fabric was the finest silk
that Minerva had ever touched.
“It’s
beautiful,” she murmured as she carefully fingered the collar.
“It’s
perfect, Minerva.” Poppy told her. “You
simply have to try it on. I insist.”
“But…
I know that it is more than I should spend.”
“Trying
it on doesn’t mean that you have to buy it.
Go on now.”
Minerva
didn’t need much persuasion because she was dying to try the gown on
herself. After another moment’s
hesitation she took the garment and disappeared into the dressing room.
Poppy
carefully motioned for the saleswitch to follow her as she moved away, keeping
a careful eye on the door.
“We
need to talk…”
~o~
The
knock at the door was firm and commanding, obviously the rap of one with
authority. At Albus’ nod Alastor
carefully opened the door, shielding the widening gap with his body. He glanced as far as he could down the
hallway in both directions.
“Oh,
get over it, Alastor!” Millicent Bagnold rolled her eyes as she stepped forward
and shoved Moody out of the way. She
stepped over the threshold to find Albus seated in a chair at the far end of
the room. Alastor quickly closed the
door behind them while Albus simply stared at his old school mate.
“Dumbledore,
you’re looking much improved from the last time that I saw you.”
“I
would guess that to be the case since I was barely conscious at the time. However, I didn’t ask you here to exchange
‘war stories’.”
“I
gathered as much. You should be honored
that I hold you in such high regard, Dumbledore. I don’t answer just any summons… especially
ones as imperious as yours. I would like
to understand what the hell is going on.
Why did you feel you had to leave St. Mungo’s and where have you been
for the last two months?”
Albus’
eyes narrowed. He would almost swear
that the minister was telling the truth.
“I tend to view those events a bit differently, Minister. I think what happened was that I ‘escaped’
from my captivity and I’ve been evading my pursuers while recovering from my
injuries.”
“You
weren’t a captive, Albus. You know
better than that! Unless that wall that
fell on your head addled your brain!”
Albus
shook his head. “I didn’t come here to
fight with you, Minister. I am just
stating the facts as I know them. I was
asking to see my colleagues… my family.
I was told… and other people were also told… that the Ministry mandated
I not have any visitors. That decree
came straight from your office.”
“I
gave no such order.” Bagnold was growing angry.
“The healers told me that any disruption could be detrimental to your
health.”
“I
never stated that you personally gave the order, Minister. But the fact remains… the edict did come from
your office whether you gave it or not.
If someone in the ministry wasn’t intent on keeping me away then why
have squads been scouring the countryside looking for me for the last two
months?”
“I
authorized no searches. If you wanted to
be alone then that was your choice. We
wanted to give you a hero’s due… people admire you, Albus. They want to see you… hear you tell your
story. What you did was truly
fantastic. Your actions saved the entire
wizarding world.”
Albus
sighed and gestured to the chair across from him. “I didn’t do it to be turned into a hero,
Millicent. I only did what had to be
done. But to be cut off from Min… from
Alastor and all the rest of our team, not to mention my brother, scoundrel that
he is considered by some to be…”
Bagnold
sat down and held out her hand to Albus.
“I didn’t issue those orders, Albus, I swear.”
“Will
you attempt to discover who did, Millie?
I would like to come out of hiding and resume teaching. And there is something else…”
“Albus!”
Alastor cautioned from the door, aghast at what he knew his friend was about to
reveal.
Calm
blue eyes stared back at the agitated man.
“I trust Millicent, Alastor, and she has been a good friend to us both
in the past. I would ask you to keep
what I am about to tell you in the strictest confidence, Millie. In a few weeks time I am going to be marri…”
With
a hearty roar Alastor yanked open the heavy wooden door and Nigel Davis fell
forward to the floor, following the keyhole he had been attempting to listen
at.
~o~
“The
alterations shouldn’t take more than a few hours, Miss McGonagall. We’ll have all of your purchases ready then.”
“But
are you absolutely sure of this total?
It seems very low for everything that I bought.”
The
clerk nodded. “I’ve checked it
twice. May I remind you that several of
the items were pulled off of our discount rack?
Why pay full price when last years items are still in style and you
won’t be needing them in another six months?”
“But
the gown…”
“I
spoke with Madame Malkin. The gown was
designed for a special client who changed her mind at the last moment. The owner was glad to cut the price simply to
have the gown taken off our hands.”
Luckily
Minerva couldn’t see Poppy nodding her approval to the woman from behind
Minerva’s back.
“Come
on, Min. Pay the woman and let’s go grab
an ice cream from Fortescue’s. I’m
famished and I know that you must be as well.”
~o~
Niles
Davis, assistant to the minister and first-class weasel, kissed the dusty floor
of the Leaky Cauldron as Alastor Moody slammed the door behind him and quickly
warded the room.
“Now,
you little shit,” Moody prodded the weasel with his foot, his wand held at the
ready, “how did you find us and what the hell are you doing here?”
“Alastor! Kindly leave my assistant alone!” Bagnold was
on her feet and moving toward Davis.
“Niles, I told you not to disturb me.
Why are you here?” She helped the
man to his feet.
Davis
shot Alastor an evil look. “I just… I
just wanted to make sure that you were safe.
These two aren’t the most trustworthy…”
“Mr.
Davis,” Millicent’s voice went cold.
“Albus Dumbledore and Alastor Moody were schoolmates of mine. We have an eighty-year history together. I would trust them both with my life. I thought I made that clear to you earlier.”
“Earlier…”
Albus jumped to his feet to confront Bagnold.
“You told Davis about this meeting.
Even after I asked you to keep it completely private. I took care to send the owl when I knew that
you would be at home and not…” His voice trailed off as bright red color
suffused Bagnold’s face. To her credit,
she did not back down from Dumbledore’s angry glare.
“I
was at home… but I am not a nun, Dumbledore.
I wasn’t alone. However, I only
told Niles that I was meeting with you, not the time and the place. Were you following me?” Her question was
addressed to her lover.
This
time it was Davis’ face that colored. “I
told you that I…”
Bagnold
shook her head, a sad look marring her handsome features. “Tell me the truth, Niles. That I am not an infant is obvious. I’m also smart enough to begin to get an
inkling about your sudden interest in pursuing me. You were the one who issued the orders to
keep Albus under lock and key in the hospital, weren’t you? You are the one who has been sending out
search squads.”
Davis
smiled appeasingly. “I only did it for
you, Millie, darling. We had to discover
all the details of Dumbledore’s confrontation with Grindelwald. We needed to control the press spin… have you
stand next to him in his first photos.”
“For
this you would have a man held hostage, kept from his friends… from his family…
from the people he was asking to see?”
Niles’
eyes narrowed. “I did what was
necessary, Minister.”
“I
don’t like this one bit, Albus. I say we
get the girls and get the hell out of here.” Moody growled.
Albus
was about to agree when he saw something he didn’t like flash in Davis’ eyes,
something that looked suspiciously like gloating. Suddenly a sick feeling washed over him. Something was wrong. He grabbed the younger man’s collar and flung
him against the wall, anger and power radiating from him. “What have you done?!”
~o~
Minerva
wrinkled her nose as she peered at the menu.
“I don’t understand, Poppy. I
normally adore chocolate ice cream but at the moment the thought of it
absolutely sickens me.” She threw down
the menu in disgust.
“So
what flavour do you want today?” Poppy hid her grin behind her own menu.
“I
do NOT want it…” Minerva glanced at the full tables near them and lowered her
voice. “Little Dumbles wants it.”
“Ah…
showing traits of his father already…” Poppy smiled as the young waitress
approached. “I’d like a small bowl of
vanilla topped with toasted pumpkin seeds and my friend will have a large bowl
of the lemon sorbet.”
“With
strawberry topping,” Minerva quickly added causing Poppy to wrinkle her nose in
disgust.
The
women ate their special treats – the war had limited many of the luxuries of
the day – and talked quietly about Minerva’s upcoming wedding. Poppy had picked out a simple gown to wear in
her role as Minerva’s witness so they discussed jewelry and how to wear their
hair… all the little details that only the bride worries over.
“I
only hope that Albus and Alastor can get this mess cleared up quickly. If we aren’t able to marry soon that lovely
gown won’t hide LD either.” Minerva told Poppy as she licked the last bit of
ice from her spoon and dropped it back into the empty bowl.
Poppy
finished her ice cream at the same time and grabbed for her purse, fishing out
the required number of sickles for the bill on the table. She waved Minerva’s offer of money away. “A little treat for the bride. Why don’t we go see what our men are up
to? The meeting should be winding
down. They can walk us back to the shop
to pick up our purchases and then we’ll be closer to the apparating point.”
They
had just stepped out onto the pavement when they heard someone call after
them. Poppy, being closest to the door
turned back and saw their waitress approaching with her handkerchief.
“It
must have fallen out of my pocket when I was getting the money. I won’t be a second, Min.” She turned to
confirm her statement with her friend and screamed as she saw a hooded figure
grab Minerva from behind, clamp a hand over her mouth to prevent her from
screaming, and apparate away.
~o~
“TELL
ME!” Albus bellowed again.
Davis’
lips folded together in a white line.
“Albus,
let him go.” Millicent commanded for the third time but he still paid her no
notice. This time she was
determined. “Let him GO!” She grabbed Albus’
shoulder and yanked him back.
Albus
didn’t release his hold so Davis came back with them. Millicent laid a hand on one of Albus’
wrists. “Please… let me speak to Niles.”
After
a few moments, his inner struggle clearly visible on his face, Albus stepped
back.
Niles
shrugged his shoulders and straightened his robes then faced the woman who was
both his employer and his lover.
“Niles…
I’ve given you my trust… in more ways than one… please explain to me why you
did this horrible thing to a man who may well have saved us all.”
“I
did what was necessary for you, Millicent.
I have to protect you. If I
hadn’t then you might have been hurt…”
“Who
would hurt me, Niles?”
“My
mistress.”
Hurt
flared in Millicent’s eyes but before she could respond the sound of heavy
steps could be heard pounding up the nearby stairs.
“ALASTOR!”
“That’s
Poppy!” All of Alastor’s wary watchfulness flew out the window as he yanked the
door open.
Not
knowing which room they were in, Poppy was running up and down the hall
screaming Alastor’s name. When she saw
his grizzled head appear out of the door she ran to his arms.
“Oh,
Merlin! They took her! I tried… I didn’t
know… Alastor, she’s gone!” Poppy’s words made little sense as Moody dragged
her into the room.
Albus
moved to Poppy’s side and grabbed her shoulders. He shook her sharply. “Take a deep breath, Poppy.” He
commanded. “Now tell us what is wrong? Where is Minerva?”
Poppy
dragged a breath in. “We were just
leaving Fortescue’s. I turned back to
the door for a moment and I heard a funny nose.
I whirled around in time to see someone in black robes and a hood grab
Min, cover her mouth and apparate away.
We were very careful, Albus. How
could they know we would be here?”
Albus
swung around to glare at Davis, as did Alastor and Millicent. “It had to be you.”
“What
have you done, Niles?”
“I
had to…” Fear was visible in Davis’ eyes.
“She was going to hurt you if I didn’t…”
“Who,
Niles? Who was going to hurt me?”
“His…
mother… Grindelwald’s mother.”
The
room erupted. Poppy wailed, Alastor
swore. Albus drew his arm, his intent to
plant his fist in Niles’ face clear, but Millicent beat him to it. A sharp smack cracked through the room as her
palm made contact with Niles’ cheek.
That
done she turned to Alastor, her official face back on. “Get to the ministry. Order teams out to search for Minerva. Scour Diagon Alley. You have my full backing in this matter. Whatever it takes…”
Alastor
nodded. “Come with me, Poppy. We need to interview you… try hard to see if
you can remember any more details.
Albus, I’ll leave word at the ministry.”
At Albus’ nod the couple quickly headed out of the room and down the
stairs toward the large fireplace on the first floor.
Once
they were gone both Albus and Millicent advanced on Niles, forcing him across
the room and down into the chair the Albus had vacated earlier. Millicent settled in the nearby chair while
Albus simply stood and glowered at the man.
“Now,
Niles,” Millicent began, in a tone that brooked no argument, “tell me how you
came to know Grindelwald and his mother.”
“Ten
years ago I went on vacation to Germany,” Niles began, then stopped, realizing
just how much information he had revealed with that simple statement.
“Continue,”
Albus commanded, “and quickly.”
~o~
Chapter
Twelve
Minerva
moaned in pain as consciousness slowly returned. She shook her head, trying to clear away some
of the cobwebs, then opened her eyes to find herself in a dark cold room. Although something about the feel of the room
seemed familiar she couldn’t place it.
She lifted her hand toward her aching head only to find something heavy
dragging the limb down. The rattle that
sounded at the movement told her that it was a chain and a few quick tugs let
her know that she was on a very short tether.
“What
happened?” She muttered as she tried to clear her head enough to remember. She had been with Poppy in Diagon Alley just
leaving the ice cream parlour when… nothing.
‘Oh
well,” she thought, ‘whoever did this should know that it is difficult to chain
a tabby cat.’ She concentrated on her animagus form and was just beginning to
feel the transformation begin when a sharp kick in her abdomen reminded her of
the danger of that action.
She
stopped the change immediately as her hands moved to cradle her burgeoning
abdomen. “I’m sorry, little one.” She
mouthed as she rubbed the spot where the baby was kicking in protest. How she wished Albus was here. He would certainly be able to feel these
kicks.
“So
you are awake,” a harsh voice cut through the darkness and Minerva
instinctively pulled the edges of her new robes around her, masking the tiny
life that she carried.
“Who
are you and why have you done this to me?”
“Silence,
girl. You are here because I wanted you
to be… You are alive for that same reason.
How long you remain that way is still to be determined.”
A
single harsh beam of light cut through the darkness, illuminating Minerva as
she lifted her hand to shade her eyes.
As her pupils adjusted she could make out a small feminine figure
standing in the doorway of her cell. The
woman’s iron-gray hair was pulled back tightly from her face. Slowly Minerva realized that the woman was
still speaking.
“…if
you behave yourself I might give you something to eat… or not. Think about that for a little while. Oh… in case you are wondering… I’ve taken
care of your wand.”
Minerva
gasped. In the wizarding world
intentionally damaging another person’s wand was viewed as a heinous
crime. She hoped that the woman hadn’t
destroyed hers. Before she could say
anything more the door slammed with a loud clang.
~o~
“Hammersmith,”
Millicent Bagnold spoke to the first auror she saw after entering the
conference room, “take Mr. Davis into custody.
Remove his wand and have his cell guarded at all times.”
The
young auror nodded, drew his wand, and took over the custody of the man Albus
had been guarding and led him away.
“Update,
Mr. Moody.” Bagnold marched up to Alastor and demanded.
“We
have a team in Diagon Alley tracking the apparation and a team is currently
searching the weasel’s flat. I have
three more teams standing by, ready to go out the moment that we get any
further lead. I’ll need to interview Davis
to see if we can get any more information out of him.”
“Be
in my office in five minutes and we will discuss what he revealed to Professor
Dumbledore and myself.” Bagnold swept
from the room.
Poppy
Pomfrey moved from her spot out of the way in a corner to Albus side and
wrapped her arms around him. “We’ll find
her, Albus. Alastor has been working
like a madman.” She didn’t like the look
in Albus eyes. In all the time she’d
known Albus Dumbledore, first as a student and then as the lover of her best
friend, she’d never known him to show fear.
Alastor
finished directed two of his men on the security precautions for Niles Davis
then turned to speak to Albus but before he could say anything another young
man dashed in through the door and came straight for them.
“Report,
Potter!” Alastor snapped.
“We
didn’t find very much, sir… nothing to indicate why Davis might have been
involved in a plot to kidnap Miss McGonagall.
We did discover an address book.
It took us a while to break the protection wards on it but the book
contains the names of several suspected followers of Grindelwald. We also found out where Davis was born, where
his family lives and where he likes to spend his free time.”
“Good
job, Daniel.” Alastor clapped the young auror on the shoulder. “We’ll start sending teams out to
investigate. Albus, let me get my men
started then I’ll bring you up to speed while we walk to the Minister’s
office.”
Albus
nodded then turned his attention back to Poppy as Alastor walked off with his
arm around Potter’s shoulder. “You can’t
remember anything else, Poppy? No one
following you during the afternoon or paying too much attention to Minerva?”
Poppy
shook her head. “I wish I could. We only visited the bank then spent the rest
of the afternoon at the robe shop. I
could tell Minerva was tired so I suggested we treat ourselves to a bite of ice
cream then head back to the Leaky Cauldron.
We took a table near the back and kept our voices low.”
“Minerva
had chocolate,” Albus observed with a sad smile.
“Actually…
she had lemon. She said that little
Dumbles didn’t have a taste for chocolate.”
A
tear sprang unbidden to Albus eye. “Why
would someone take her? I can’t lose her
now, Poppy.”
“Minerva
bought a beautiful gown today to wear to her wedding. I have every faith that you and Alastor will
find her and that the wedding will take place.”
Albus
clung to Poppy until Alastor returned to them.
~o~
Minerva
had no concept of how much time had passed the next time the door opened. She’d curled up in her robes, trying
desperately to keep warm and somehow it had worked. A soothing warmth had seeped through her and
she’d fallen asleep, not waking until the sound of rasping hinges had alerted
her to a visitor.
The
beam of light once again cut through the gloom to illuminate her but this time
Minerva saw her captor advance further into the cell.
“You
can’t do anything, girl. Your chains
won’t allow you to reach me or the open doorway. I’ve decided that I need to keep you alive…
at least for a few days. That will give
you more time to think about all the ways that I might kill you.” The crone
dropped a tray on the ground near Minerva.
“Eat.” She commanded as she backed out of the cell.
Minerva’s
first impulse was to kick the tray away in defiance but once again her baby
stirred. She pulled back the towel
covering the food and was surprised to see that a generous portion of fresh
bread and cheese lay beneath. After
several careful sniffs, her feline senses detecting nothing wrong, she
tentatively took a bite. Minerva sighed
with appreciation as the food hit her empty stomach. The baby kicked gently and Minerva almost
laughed, thinking that the little one was telling her that he had been hungry
too.
~o~
“Dammit,
Alastor! Another useless search! We are running out of options!” Albus’ use of
profanity confirmed to Alastor what he already knew; his friend was becoming
more and more agitated.
“Something
will turn up, Albus. Maybe one of the
other teams…”
“We’ve
interrogated almost every person in the weasel’s address book. None of them will admit to knowing anything
about his association with Grindelwald or Minerva’s disappearance. It’s been almost three days. She could be hurt… she could be…”
Alastor
gripped Albus’ shoulder tightly. “She
isn’t, Albus. If these searches don’t
turn up something then we’ll move on to veritaserum. If that doesn’t work I’ll beat the
information out of the little shit.”
“And
if he doesn’t talk? He’ll be of little
use to us then. We are going to have to
do something else…”
Alastor
grinned. “You have a plan, don’t you?”
~o~
“Don’t
worry, little one,” Minerva whispered soothingly as she rubbed her belly. “Daddy is coming to rescue us. He’s out there right now… searching for us.” Minerva closed her eyes and focused all of
her mental energies on Albus, trying to reach out to him in some way. She’d been doing this periodically for
several days and even though she never felt anything back she had to believe
that somehow Albus was receiving her message; someway he knew that she and the
baby were still alive.
Her
ears pricked up at the sound of footsteps in the hallway. She knew that her captor was
approaching. Over the last two days the
woman had taken to coming to her cell and sitting for long hours, never
speaking, just watching. Minerva knew
that the woman was trying to unnerve her and to be truthful she did to a
certain extent but she didn’t let it show.
The
woman dropped a small wooden stool on the floor a few feet away from Minerva
and transfigured it into a comfortable arm chair then changed the small lantern
she carried into a large freestanding lamp that illuminated the entire
cell. Then she sat down and began to
stare.
Minerva
returned the stare for a moment then turned her face away, pushing her back up
against the wall and gathering her robes around her. This time she completely ignored the woman.
Finally
the crone could stand it no longer.
“Look at me girl!” She prodded Minerva with her long cane. Minerva lifted her eyes, an indifferent cast
in her green orbs.
This
only seemed to infuriate the old hag even more.
“Such insolence! Haven’t you
noticed, girl? You are the captive
here. You are completely in my power.”
“I
don’t know you. I don’t know why you are
holding me here. You may have my body
restrained but you have no hold over my mind.” Minerva answered.
The
woman looked incredulous. “I’ll have
your chains tightened.” She threatened.
Minerva
shrugged. “If you feel you have to. People will be searching for me. You won’t hold me long.”
“I
could kill you this minute.”
“Then
you would pay the consequences of that action.” Minerva answered, completely at
ease. “But if you do decide to kill me,
will you do me the courtesy of telling me who you are and why you are doing
this before you do so?”
The
woman cackled. “My name is Heorot. As to why… I am administering justice… an eye
for an eye. You helped that bastard
Dumbledore kill my son so I am going to kill you.”
It
was Minerva’s turn to look stunned.
“Son… You are Grindelwald’s mother?”
“My
sweet Friedrich… He was such a sweet baby… such a dutiful son… a bit misguided
but I could have made him see the error of his ways… but no… I never had a
chance… you killed him.”
Minerva
saw the woman’s love for her son and her despair at his loss etched all over
her face. She thought about the child
she carried in her womb and knew that even though she had yet to hold him in
her arms she felt for him just as strongly.
“Your
son was too far gone to see reason. He
was corrupted by the dark power that he tapped in to. Don’t you think that
people tried to reason with him?”
“But
not me!” Heorot cried. “He would have
listened to his mother!”
“I’m
sure that you tried to raise your son to do good but all children reach a point
where they have to choose their own path.
You aren’t responsible for the evil that your son did.” Minerva tried to
reason.
Heorot
rose from the seat and moved with a speed that belied her age to tower over
Minerva. “And what would you know about
children? You, a mere stripling of a
girl. You barely look to be out of your
teens.”
“I’m
twenty-five,” Minerva spat back as she sank further into the wall.
A
gleam of understanding lit Heorot’s eyes as she stared at Minerva. Without warning she reached forward and
yanked the edges of Minerva’s outer robes apart, revealing the obvious
protrusion of her abdomen.
“So…
you do know something of children, don’t you?”
A bony hand reached out to prod Minerva’s belly. “It’s Dumbledore’s bastard, isn’t it? I can feel the magic even now. I wonder how the great Albus Dumbledore will
feel when I deliver the bodies of his child and his whore to his doorstep.”
~o~
Chapter
Thirteen
Niles
Davis heard the clatter of dishes and the jangle of keys and moved into
position. As the bolts slid back in the
lock he tensed in readiness behind the heavy door. He watched the angle of the door very
carefully. Once it reached the spot he
had previously decided was perfect he pounced, throwing all of his weight
against it.
The
door flew back towards the facing, catching the guard between heavy iron and
the metal stripping. He fell with a thud
as Davis stepped back, releasing the pressure on the door. His wand fell from his fingers and rolled
across the floor.
After
a careful glance down the hallway, Niles quickly grabbed the fallen wand,
levitated the unconscious guard and moved him into the cell then stole his
outer robes. He tugged them on, placed a
silencing charm on the guard then locked him inside the cell and moved toward
the steps that would take him to the main entryway where he could safely
apparate to freedom.
The
apparent emptiness of the corridor gave him false courage and he moved forward
quickly, never noticing the faint whisper of a breeze behind him.
~o~
Minerva
knocked Heorot’s hand away and wrapped her arms protectively over her belly.
“Not
so insolent now, girl, are you? Tell me…
what does it feel like to welcome a murderer to your bed?”
“Albus
didn’t murder your son. Grindelwald is
the one who cast the killing curse.” Minerva was startled at her own words but
even as she spoke them the memory of those awful words rang in her mind.
“Never! My Fritz wouldn’t do that… and if he had then
Dumbledore would be the one who died.”
Minerva
shook her head, her confusion obvious.
“I don’t know why… the curse missed Albus. He struck in self defense.”
“Liar! Dumbledore killed my son and in return I’m
going to kill his.” Heorot suddenly
stepped back and turned toward the stairs.
“Advance and show yourself!” She ordered.
A
young man Minerva quickly recognized appeared in the doorway, arms outstretched
and palms open. “Davis…” she hissed.
Heorot’s
eyes narrowed. “I heard that you’d been
taken into custody, Niles.”
“I
was able to escape, mistress. I watched
the guard’s patterns and took advantage of their weaknesses. I stole his wand and used it to apparate to
your side for further instruction.”
“You
could have been followed!” Heorot growled.
“I
took precautions, my lady. I varied my
route and backtracked several times. I
moved swiftly. No one could have
followed me.”
“Very
well,” Heorot nodded. “Your arrival is
fortuitous. You can take the girl’s body
back to Dumbledore once I’ve killed her and hacked her bastard from her womb.”
~o~
Albus
waited until Davis had disappeared down the dark stairwell before he activated
his magical signal. Seconds later
Alastor Moody appeared at his side, wand drawn.
His eyes darted around the premises, questioned. Albus inclined his head toward the steps in
answer as he laid his index finger against his lips.
When
Moody would have moved immediately toward the entryway, Dumbledore stopped him.
“Give
him a moment. We don’t want to catch him
on the stairs.” Albus whispered so softly that Moody had to strain to hear.
Alastor
nodded then watched as Albus carefully moved around the rubble filled room they
were standing in. “How appropriate to
bring the search back to this castle…” Moody could tell that Dumbledore was
replaying his battle with Grindelwald in his mind.
“I
could have sworn…”
Moody
moved closer. “What is it, Albus?”
Albus
shrugged. “I could have sworn that
Grindelwald cast an unforgivable curse… that Tabby leapt up and took the brunt
of the killing curse… but that’s impossible.
My memory must be faulty. We
should go now…”
The
two men picked their way quietly through the debris to the top of the winding
staircase and began their descent into the castle dungeons.
They
were halfway down when a feminine scream rent the air.
“Minerva!”
Albus yelled as he charged down the steps, no longer caring about making a
surreptitious entrance
Moody
noticed a faint golden glow fade into oblivion as he charged after Albus into
the dank basement; their destination the shine of the lantern visible in the
second cell.
All
three occupants of the cell were on the floor, two lying on the cold damp stone
and Minerva propped up against the corner walls. Albus moved immediately to her side while
Alastor inspected the others.
“Tabby,
please wake up, my heart,” Albus pulled her into his embrace. One hand moved over her chest and neck,
checking her heart and breathing rate.
“Come on, Minerva,” he told her with a bit more intensity. “Talk to me!”
After
a few moments of this Minerva gasped and her eyes flickered open. “Albus!
I knew you’d rescue me!” She buried her face in his beard as she wrapped
her arms around him.
A
whispered spell caused the chains to fall away as Albus’ hand continued to run
over her body, checking for any injuries.
“Are you hurt, Tabby? What about
the baby?”
Minerva
closed her eyes a moment in intense concentration. “We are both okay… I think. What
happened? How did you stop her?”
Albus’
eyes narrowed. “We’ll talk about this
later. We need to get you to a healer,
just in case.”
He
stood, cradling her in his arms as he did so.
Minerva wrapped her arms around Albus’ neck and settled her cheek
against his shoulder. As they turned the pose reminded Alastor of the way he’d
seen them the night before their last mission.
Moody
shrugged at Albus’ questioning grin.
“Dead… both of them,” he muttered.
Albus
nodded then apparated away, leaving Moody to deal with the clean-up team.
~o~
Chapter
Fourteen
Aberforth
Dumbledore and Millicent Bagnold sighed as Poppy Pomfrey began what seemed like
her ninetieth return trip across the parlour carpet. The healer-in-training had been pacing off
and on for hours as they waited for some word from Albus.
Finally
Aberforth could take it no more. “I’ve
got to go check on my goats,” he mumbled in explanation as he stood and moved
toward the door.
Poppy
rolled her eyes at his back, never losing her stride until a loud shout echoed
through the entry hall. Both she and
Millicent rushed into the hallway just in time to see Albus enter through the
front door; an unconscious Minerva curled up in his arms.
“Dumbledore! Why in Merlin’s name didn’t you take her to
St. Mungo’s? She needs proper care!”
Poppy
didn’t even take the time to glare at the Minister as she ran up the stairs
ahead of Albus. Bagnold followed behind,
continuing her tirade all the while.
“What
happened, Albus?” Poppy finally asked as she pulled back the bed covers.
“I
don’t know.” Albus carefully lowered Minerva to the mattress. “She was unconscious when we arrived. She woke up for a few minutes but she seemed
to be disoriented and then she faded away again. Her heartbeat and respiration were good.”
“Oh
Lord, she’s been chained!” Poppy was holding up a slender wrist. The bruising that the manacles had caused was
evident. She flicked her fingers at
Albus, motioning him away from the bed.
“What
about…?” Bagnold asked, a tinge of regret in her voice.
“I’m
sorry, Millicent. Davis is dead as is
Grindelwald’s mother.”
Millicent
swallowed hard. “How?”
“I
wish I knew. He couldn’t have been there
more than a few seconds when Alastor and I followed but we found them both
dead.”
“Could
Niles… Is it possible that he might have had a change of heart? Perhaps he died trying to save Miss
McGonagall’s life?”
Albus
smiled sadly, not really believing Millicent’s theory but wanting her to have
some comfort. “It’s very possible,
Millie.”
“Perhaps
you should take Miss McGonagall to St. Mungo’s, Albus. Especially since you don’t know what spells
might have been used…”
Indecision
flickered across Albus’ face. “Maybe… I
don’t know… there are reasons…”
Millicent
followed Albus’ eyes toward the woman and gasped at the gravid belly that was
clearly obvious now that she was stretched out on the bed.
“Oh,
Albus…” she sighed then turned to look at her long time friend. “This is what you were about to tell me in
the Leaky Cauldron. You are going to be
married. I couldn’t be happier for the
two of you. Congratulations!” She
embraced Albus, kissing both of his cheeks as she did so.
When
Albus didn’t respond Millicent pulled back, eyeing him curiously. “What’s wrong?”
Albus
sighed. “She could have died… that
madwoman could have killed her… and it would have been because of me…”
“That’s
ridiculous, Albus. Minerva was part of
the team tracking Grindelwald. She would
have been there despite your involvement.”
“But
anyone… I’ve made a lot of enemies over my lifetime… my long lifetime… She’ll always be in danger… and our child…”
Millicent
didn’t like the way that Albus’ mind was working and told him so. “Go to her.
Be there when she wakes up. Think
about what is important.” She pushed him toward the bed where Minerva was just
beginning to stir.
~o~
“Hello,
sweetheart…”
Minerva
smiled at the sound of Albus’ voice and turned into the fingers stroking her
cheek as she slowly opened her eyes.
“If
you are a dream I hope that I never wake up.” She whispered as she stared at
him with love-filled eyes.
“I’m
no dream. I’m right here beside you and
you are safe at home in our bed.”
“The
baby?” Minerva bolted up as her hand flew to her belly.
Albus’
hand quickly joined hers there. “Poppy
has given you a thorough check-up.
Everything is fine with both you and Little Dumbles. You may be just a touch dehydrated but other
than that… You must have been treated reasonably well…”
Minerva
knew that Albus wanted to hear about her captivity but she was grateful that he
didn’t push any more. Instead he turned
from where he was sitting on the bed, gathered her in his arms and leaned them
both back against a stack of pillows.
Minerva pressed deeper into his embrace, drawing comfort from his
strength and his nearness.
Finally
she began to speak.
“The
last thing that I remember about being taken was standing outside Fortescue’s
with Poppy and someone coming up behind me.
I smelled something sickly sweet and the next thing that I remember is
waking up in chains in that cell. I have
no idea how long I was unconscious.”
“You
were missing for almost five days. I was
out of my mind…” Albus paused as a sob broke through his voice and he buried
his face in Minerva’s hair. “What
happened when you woke up?”
“The
old woman would come to the cell and stare at me for hours. She wouldn’t speak or come near me, just sit
and stare. Once a day she brought me
bread, cheese and water. She finally
spoke to me on the last day… talking about her son and how I helped to kill
him. She approached me… I tried to keep
my robes together but she saw… and she guessed that the baby might be
yours. She told me that she could ‘feel
the magic’.” Minerva’s arms closed
instinctively over her belly, Albus’ arms quickly joining them as they both
held their child protectively.
“She
threatened little Dumbles?”
“She
said that you used the unforgivable curse on her son. I told her that she was wrong, her son used
it against you but somehow it went astray.
Davis arrived then and she told him that he could... that she was...”
Minerva began to shudder.
“It’s
all right, my dear. I’m here. You don’t have to say any more.”
After
a few moments Minerva regained her composure.
“She told Davis that she was going to kill me and… hack the baby out…
then he could deliver our bodies to your doorstep. She lifted her wand and started to speak but…
there was something… I felt such powerful magic. The next thing I remember is you being there…
and then waking up here. Did you cast
the spell?”
Albus
slowly shook his head. “I didn’t. Alastor and I were on the stairs when I heard
you scream. I ran down and found you
unconscious and the other two dead.”
Minerva
looked troubled, as did Albus. “Then
where did the magic come from? I didn’t
have a wand. She took it from me…
probably destroyed it.”
“Millicent
wants to believe… Davis was her lover and she would like to think that perhaps
he had a change of heart and sacrificed himself to save you.” Albus didn’t sound convinced.
“I
didn’t hear him… but I don’t know of any other explanation.” Minerva shifted to
look up at Albus. “There will be an
investigation, won’t there? I’ll have to
talk to the authorities.”
“The
Minister has put Alastor in charge.
He’ll take your story and as he was a witness… everything will be just
fine. The important thing is that you
are safe and back home.”
“Thank
you for coming to rescue me, Albus. I
could have been chained there… How did you find me?”
Albus
smiled. “We allowed Davis to overpower
his guard and escape then Alastor and I followed him. He thought he was being very crafty by
apparating to so many different places but we had placed a tracking spell on
him. One of my more brilliant ideas.”
Minerva
couldn’t help but chuckle until a yawn cut off the sound. She cuddled back into Albus. “I’m sorry.”
“I’d
be more surprised if you weren’t tired.
I haven’t had a great deal of sleep in the last few days myself. Sleep my love. I’ll be right here beside you.”
~o~
Chapter
Fifteen
Wulfric
and Madelaine Dumbledore approached the door of their manor cautiously. The wards around the grounds were more than
obvious even though they didn’t stop those with Dumbledore blood. They knew that if Albus had felt it necessary
to place such strong guards around their land then opening the front door
incautiously could lead to even more problems.
Squeaking
hinges announced their arrival although no one rushed to greet them. Wands drawn, they stepped inside and, back to
back, made their way through the foyer into the parlour.
“This
place needs a thorough cleaning,” Madelaine muttered as she surveyed the thin
coat of dust on top of the sheet-covered furniture.
“Abe
doesn’t need much,” Wulfric bounced up and down on one of the uncovered
couches. “He probably spends most of his
time in the stables with the goats and Albus has his quarters at the school.”
“BAAAAA!” Both husband and wife jumped at the loud and
plaintive cry. At that moment Dotty
darted out from beneath a table and cantered across the room, followed by two
black kids.
“Unhand
my goats, you scurvy knaves!” A deep voice echoed from the kitchen, followed by
the sound of running feet.
Madelaine
scowled at her husband. “You had to read
him those pirate stories!”
Aberforth
burst into the room, wand drawn and face fierce but quickly dropped both when
he saw his parents standing there.
“Mum!
Dad! When did you get back?” Abe ran to embrace them both in turn.
“The
travel ban was lifted a few weeks ago and we’ve missed both our boys terribly
so we decided to head home. We just
arrived a few minutes ago. How are you,
son?” Wulfric asked. “How is your
brother? Have you heard from him
lately?”
Aberforth
knew that his parents would be full of questions, having been cut off from
England for the better part of six years.
“I’m doing fine and so are the goats.
I’m sorry that Dotty scared you.
She and the kids came into the kitchen with me while I made tea and I
guess they wandered off. Probably
searching for Min…” His voice trailed off as he realized that his parents
didn’t know about Albus’ ladylove. Poppy
had stopped by the barns to catch him up and let him know that Albus and
Minerva had returned but he hadn’t seen them yet, knowing that they needed
their rest. He didn’t realize that his
eyes had moved toward the upper floor until his mother moved toward the stairs.
“Aberforth! You have company upstairs! Is it a young lady? Oh how exciting! Let’s go meet her, Wulfric!”
Aberforth
moved faster than he ever had in his life to cut his parents off at the bottom
of the stairs. “Don’t go up there.”
“Don’t
be silly, Abe. Move out of the way.” His
father commanded.
“I’m
serious, Dad. Please stay down
here. You do NOT want to go up these
stairs.”
“And
why not?” Madelaine had crossed her arms and was glowering at her son.
“I…
it’s a mess. I haven’t been up there in
ages and I need to clean and dust first.” Aberforth said quickly.
“Nonsense! You are my son. I know your habits so I expect that a shovel
would be more useful than a broom. You
are hiding something…” Madelaine’s eyes began to glow. “Albus… is Albus here?”
Aberforth’s
brief hesitation gave him away. Without
another word his mother wrenched him away from the banister and ran up the
steps.
~o~
“Good
morning,” Minerva murmured sleepily as she nuzzled Albus’ neck through his
beard.
“It’s
more like good afternoon, my dear,” Albus answered lazily as he lay on his side
close to Minerva, head propped up on bent elbow with his free hand drawing lazy
patterns on her silk covered back.
“Afternoon?”
Minerva cautiously opened one eye to inspect the pattern of sunlight across the
carpeted floor.
“Late
afternoon… we slept almost twenty-four hours.
How are you feeling?” His hand wandered over the curve of her hip to
lovingly caress the swell of her belly.
“I
feel much better,” Minerva told Albus as she settled back into the mattress,
her chest pressed firmly against his.
“And you?”
“Very
much improved as well. In fact…” his hand moved higher, sliding the drawstring
neckline of the simple nightgown he’d changed her into open and slipping his
hand beneath the fabric to cup a swollen breast. His fingers teased the puckering nipple
lightly as he moved his face forward and captured Minerva’s lips with his own. Minerva moaned and slid her fingers across
his bare chest and into his hair as Albus slowly worked the nightgown away from
her shoulder and down her arm.
“ALBUS
PERCIVAL WULFRIC BRIAN DUMBLEDORE!”
“I
told you not to come up here!”
Albus
and Minerva jerked away from each other, both stunned, as they stared at the
trio standing in the doorway; Aberforth with his hands over his beet red face,
an older silver headed woman with Albus’ blue eyes and a white-headed man with
Albus’ distinctive features.
“MUM!
DAD!”
Minerva’s
blush rivaled Aberforth’s as she tried to yank the sheet up over her naked
shoulders but Albus hand remain entrenched beneath the sagging neck of her gown
and impeded her process.
Madelaine
turned and buried her head in her husband’s chest, shocked beyond words at
finding her elder son sharing his parent’s bed with an unknown woman.
“Explain
yourself, son!” Wulfric barked out.
Albus
had finally comprehended what he was seeing and quickly yanked his hand free of
Minerva’s clothing.
“How
could you bring your tart to our bed?” Madelaine found her voice again.
“Mum!
Shut up and let Albus explain before you completely swallow your foot.”
Aberforth snapped.
Albus
opened his mouth to speak but before he could he felt the lurch of Minerva’s
shoulders and reached for her. His hand
just missed her as she leapt from the bed, one hand holding her gown together
and the other over her mouth as she raced toward the bathroom. Moments later the sound of retching could be
heard.
“Albus,”
his mother said disbelievingly, “that girl is… pregnant.” For Minerva’s
condition had been very apparent as she ran across the room, the thin fabric of
the gown sculpted across her belly.
“Accio
robe!” Albus caught the garment as it flew toward him and carefully wrapped it
around his body before standing up to confront his parents.
“Mother,
father… I’m sorry that you arrived home at this particular moment but… I am a
grown man… and I will not tolerate any unkind words said about or to my
fiancée.”
“Why
don’t I take the parents downstairs and try to explain things to them?”
Aberforth offered. “You and Min can come
down as soon as she is feeling better.”
Madelaine
took a step toward the lavatory but Albus quickly moved to block her way. “I’m sorry, son,” she quickly offered. “I didn’t understand. But what do you know about caring for a
pregnant woman? Let me go to her.”
Albus
shook his head but his countenance softened slightly at his mother’s
apology. “Tabby and I know a great deal
about caring for each other. Go with
Abe. We’ll be down soon.”
Once
everyone had cleared the room Albus secured the door then headed after
Minerva. He found her sitting on the
floor hugging the toilet, her hair falling down around her. He quickly wet a cloth and ran water into a
glass then gathered Minerva’s hair into one hand and rubbed her back soothingly
with the other.
Finally
Minerva’s shoulders stopped heaving and she slowly lifted her head, falling
weakly back against Albus’ chest as he tenderly wiped her mouth.
“Rinse
your mouth out, my dear,” he offered her the glass of water. “Is everything all right? Perhaps I should call Poppy…”
Minerva
shook her head. “I don’t need
Poppy. I just need a quick way out of
here.”
Albus
chuckled. “Your Gryffindor courage
failing you, Miss McGonagall?” Minerva stiffened in his arms. “My parents behaved abominably but they were
in shock. Please give them a second
chance. I assure you that they will
welcome you with open arms.”
“I
don’t want you to force them to accept me, Albus.”
“My
dear, my parents won’t be able to resist loving you. The fact that you are carrying their first
grandchild will only be an added bonus.”
This
time Minerva laughed but the sound was sad.
“We’ve been living in a fantasy world for the last few months, Albus… at
least until that horrible woman ruined it.
Now we have to face the world. I
know that Poppy has been quietly letting my parents know that I am safe and
well but the time has come for them to learn the truth, too. I can only warn you that my father will try
to kill you, either by running a claymore through your gullet or pickling your
liver by challenging you to a drinking contest.”
“Everything
will be fine, my love. I will explain
things to your parents and I will deal with your father. Would you like to go back to bed for a little
while?”
Once
again Minerva shook her head. “Now that
little Dumbles has settled down I’d rather get this scene over with… oh,
bloody…” Minerva swore as Albus helped her to her feet. “My new robes,” she answered at his
questioning glance. “I’m sure they
aren’t repairable after days in that cell.
They were the only ones I had that fit.”
“Not
quite.” Albus led Minerva back into the bedroom and over to the large
wardrobe. He opened the double doors to
show Minerva a wide array of robes hanging there. The drawers to one side were filled with
feminine undergarments, both lacy and practical. Minerva’s mouth fell open.
“Albus
Dumbledore, what have you done?” She
fingered a fabric bag, pulling it up just enough to see the color of the robes
beneath. It was her wedding gown.
“I
simply had Poppy talk with the saleswitch at Madame Malkin’s. You needed new robes to compensate for the
baby’s growth and since I am partially responsible I decided to provide the
necessary garments.”
“Albus,”
Minerva was close to crying, both from happiness and a touch of anger. “I am fully capable of buying…”
“I
know that, my dear. But this time I
wanted to do it for you. I even ordered
a few extra robes… perhaps you might wear one of my choosing today?”
Minerva
couldn’t help but chuckle at the bright blue robe that Albus pulled from the
closet. By his standards it was tame;
only a few brightly coloured flowers bloomed and faded on the lower sleeves,
but to Minerva it was much more expressive than anything she’d ever worn.
“I
don’t…” she paused at the hopeful look on his face. “Think I can get in it by myself. Do you think you could help me?”
Albus
smiled brilliantly as he helped Minerva out of her nightgown. He gladly assisted Minerva into the robe; she
only had to caution him twice about his roaming hands as he did so. Finally she stood before the mirror eyeing
herself critically. Albus moved behind
her and slid his arms around her stomach.
“I’m
growing,” she sighed as her hands move to lie on top of Albus’.
“That
means that our baby is healthy…” Albus lowered his head to nuzzle her neck but
Minerva saw the tear at the corner of his eye.
“Come
on, daddy,” she stepped toward the door, tugging at his hand and smiling with a
grimace. “Let’s go meet the parents.”
~o~
Chapter
Sixteen
“Minerva…”
Madelaine’s voice drifted up the stairs toward the descending couple. “Isn’t that the name of that young girl Albus
used to write home about? The student
who showed such promise in transfiguration?
Oh, Merlin, don’t tell me that Albus got involved with one of his
students?”
“Min
was Albus’ student at the time but those letters were written almost ten years
ago, mum. Min graduated in thirty-eight
and I’d stake my goats that nothing ever happened between them while she was
still a student. It was working together
for the war effort that brought them together.”
Even
though Minerva’s stomach was full of butterflies she couldn’t help but smile at
Albus over his brother’s statement.
Aberforth was right that there had been no improper behaviour between
them but not touching physically hadn’t kept their souls from bonding, even
though they hadn’t realized it then.
“What
does it matter if Miss McGonagall was our son’s student years ago, Maddy? The relationship has obviously gone much
deeper now. Can you believe that our
little boy has finally gone and fallen in love?
You’ve been hoping for this for seventy years!”
Albus
took his father’s last statement as his cue to enter so he tightened his hold
on Minerva’s waist and urged her forward.
Just before he pushed the doors open he bent and gently kissed her. “Courage!” he whispered then pulled her along
with him into the parlour.
Madeleine
had been busy. The dust covers were
folded neatly in one corner and a merry fire crackled in the grate. A tray of refreshments waited on the table
near the sofa.
“Mother,
father… I’d like for you to meet Minerva McGonagall. Minerva, these are my parents, Wulfric and
Madeleine Dumbledore.”
Albus’
father smiled the same crooked grin as his son while he hugged Minerva and
planted an enthusiastic kiss on her cheek.
“I’m so pleased to meet you, my dear.”
When
Wulfric stepped back Madeleine moved forward to take his place but instead of
embracing Minerva she smiled warmly and offered her hand. “Come sit and have a cup of tea with me, my
dear. I’ve had Bitsy bring some plain
biscuits as well as some with just a hint of ginger. The ginger ones used to settle my stomach better
than anything else when I was carrying Albus.”
Albus
moved to follow them but his father caught his arms, holding him back. “Trust your mother,” he murmured. “Let her make things right.”
After
a moment’s hesitation Albus nodded but he still took a few steps toward the
back of the sofa, wanting Minerva to know that he was near in case she needed
him.
Madeleine
was the consummate hostess and Minerva quickly found herself settled on the
sofa, a small pillow settled in the curve of her back and a cup of tea in her
hands. She was still very uncomfortable
around Albus’ mother but she could tell that the woman was making a concerted
effort to be friendly.
“First
of all, Minerva, I want to apologize to you for what I said upstairs. I was tired from our long journey and I was a
bit shocked… I didn’t understand and I deeply regret it. You will find that mothers tend to always see
their children as babies, even when they are approaching one hundred years
old.”
Minerva
nodded, trying to retain her composure though she could feel the heat rising in
her face. “You have every right to be
upset about what you saw… This is your home and…”
“And
it has been your home for the last three months as well. Abe told us a bit about how you and Albus
came to be staying here and the horrible ordeal that you’ve undergone in the
last few days. Wulfric and I want to
hear all about your adventures from both you and Albus when you are up to it
but today perhaps we should concentrate on getting to know each other. Have you tried a biscuit?”
Minerva
dutifully nibbled on the ginger biscuit and was surprised to find that her
stomach didn’t lurch. In fact she began
to feel a great deal better.
“This
is wonderful. Thank you, Mrs.
Dumbledore.”
“Please
call me Madeleine, my dear.” She turned to look at the trio of men standing
behind the sofa. “Why don’t you come sit
and have tea with us? It will be much
easier for you to hear our conversation over here.”
Albus
jerked Aberforth away when his brother would have sat down on Minerva’s free
side and quickly settled himself in. He
missed his mother’s knowing smile when his hand rubbed over Minerva’s belly in
habit while reaching for his tea but he couldn’t miss that special look that
Minerva gave him, the one that made his insides melt.
“Why
don’t you tell us something about yourself, Minerva?” Wulfric said. “McGonagall… seems that I was in school with
a McGonagall… several years behind me… now what was his name?”
The
group passed an agreeable afternoon getting to know Minerva and for her part,
Minerva laughed heartily at the stories the Dumbledores told of both of their
son’s childhood antics. The mood in the
room remained light until Minerva excused herself to go to the ladies room.
Once
she had departed Wulfric and Madeleine tore into their son immediately.
“How
dare you get that absolutely charming young lady in trouble!”
“She’s
definitely a beauty, son!” Wulfric started but at his wife’s shocked stare he
continued, “But you should have been more responsible!”
“When
is the wedding?” Madeleine finished.
“Next
week.” Aberforth interjected. “Poppy told
me when she brought Min’s new robes to the house a few days ago.”
“Next
week?” Madeleine panicked. “But there is
no time! We have to decorate, invite the
guests, and arrange the food…”
“Mother!”
Albus yelled to get Madeleine’s attention.
“Tabby and I want a simple wedding.
Alastor Moody and her best friend Poppy Pomfrey will stand as
witnesses. The only other people we want
there beside you and father will be Abe and Tabby’s family.”
“But…”
“No
buts. Even though the immediate danger
has passed I still think that we should keep our bonding quiet. I’ve made many enemies and I don’t want Tabby
to come to any harm because of her connection to me.” Albus worry was clearly
visible on his face.
Madeleine
threw her hands up in submission. ‘Too
easy,’ Albus thought as he eyed his mother but she quickly distracted him.
“Albus,
why do you call Minerva Tabby? Does the
name have a special significance?”
Aberforth
burst out laughing as Albus turned flashing blue eyes on him. “It isn’t a well known fact but Minerva is an
animagus. Her form is a tabby cat.”
Wulfric
nodded his approval. “An animagus,
hmm? Your Min is obviously a very
powerful witch. You will have strong
intelligent children.”
“If
we can get them into the world. Tabby
hasn’t had an easy time of it with this pregnancy. She’s been very sick not to mention having
fended off a dark wizard and witch plus having a broken ankle and the
exhaustion associated with our work for the ministry. She needs peace and quiet.”
Madeleine
stood and picked up the tray. “I’ll
return this to the kitchen. You boys
have a good chat.”
“Mother…”
Albus warned.
Madeleine
simply smiled at her son as she exited the room.
Once
the door was closed behind her Madeleine deposited the tray on a hall table,
knowing that Bitsy would come and dispose of it. She heard the click of the doorknob as the
downstairs lavatory door opened and quickly moved to intercept Minerva. To her surprise she saw Minerva turn away
from the parlor and head in the opposite direction.
Madeleine
followed quietly, finally coming upon Minerva standing in front of a large wall
of windows on the back sun porch. Her forehead was pressed against the cool
glass as she stared out over the back garden; her hands rested lightly on her
belly.
“Are
you okay, my dear?” Madeleine asked. “I
don’t mean to intrude but I was concerned.”
“I’m
fine,” Minerva answered quietly, not lifting her head.
Madeleine
laid a gentle hand on Minerva’s shoulder.
“Come sit with me a moment.”
Minerva
moved obediently after Madeleine, sitting beside her on a small sofa.
Once
they were seated Madeleine’s eyes fell to Minerva’s stomach. “Are you sure that everything is all
right? We could call a healer.”
“I’m
just tired. The baby is fine, I’m sure
of it. Would you… like to feel?” Minerva
finished shyly.
Madeleine
lifted her hand to Minerva’s stomach immediately and was delighted to feel her
grandchild move. “He’s very active,” she
observed.
Minerva
nodded. “Albus hasn’t even felt the baby
move yet. I first felt it, the big movements that I know he could feel too,
while I was chained in the cell.”
“He’ll
be delighted. My son is very much in
love with you. That was obvious to me immediately… well, almost
immediately. I really am sorry,
Minerva.” Tears were forming in the
corners of Madeleine’s eyes. “I was
horrid earlier and I know that I don’t deserve your forgiveness but I want to
ask again anyway. I think that we could
be wonderful friends.”
“I
want you to know something, Mrs. Dumbledore.
I’m sure that your opinion of me must be quite low, allowing myself to
become pregnant without the benefit of being bonded but I am not what you
called me upstairs. I’ve only ever loved
one man… been with one man… and that man is Albus. If the war hadn’t come… things might have
been different. But I don’t regret
loving him and I don’t regret our baby.”
Madeleine
took a deep breath. “Minerva, I was four
months pregnant on my wedding day.” She
heard her soon-to-be daughter-in-law’s gasp.
“I lost the baby. Very few people
ever knew. I don’t condemn you at all. I
am simply pleased that my son has finally found someone to love.”
After
a moment Minerva smiled. “Then I think
that we will be great friends, Mrs. Dumbledore.”
“Please,
call me Maddy.”
~o~
Chapter
Seventeen
A
bitter wind blew through the valley that Dumbledore Manor sat in, but the man
staring out over the lake never noticed the chill or the swirl of red and gold
leaves dancing around his feet.
Aberforth
was the first person to notice his brother standing by the lake, hands clasped
behind his back, not moving at all. He
glanced around looking for Minerva then realized that his mother must have once
again insisted on her daughter-in-law taking an afternoon nap. He decided that Albus must be lonely and
decided to cheer him up.
“What’s
the matter, brother?” Aberforth slapped Albus on the shoulder as he moved to
stand beside him. “Getting cold feet?”
Albus
turned his head slowly to look at his brother, the answer evident.
“Holy
shit, Albus! You must be crazy! One of the most beautiful women I’ve ever
seen is head over heels in love with you… not to mention carrying your child…
and you want to walk away from her two days before the wedding? What the bloody hell is wrong with you? Are you high?”
“I almost
wish I was,” Albus answered. “Anything
to stop my brain from churning and churning... anything for just a moment’s
peace.”
“Albie,
I know that mum is driving you crazy and that scene with Minnie’s parent’s a
few days ago didn’t help but Angus and Catronia have come around and mum is
just being mum. You should be used to
that by now.” Abe tried to reason with his brother.
“Angus
made some valid arguments. If I allow
Minerva to marry me she would be in constant danger. I am going to have to call off the wedding.”
Aberforth
looked at Albus dumbfounded then smacked his palm against his forehead. “Oh gee, I’ll call off the wedding and
Minerva will be safe from my enemies. Of
course, she still has enemies of her own trekking about from her time as an
auror… and then there is her reputation being torn into tatters because she is
an unwed mother who was deserted by her child’s father… and what about your
child, Albus? You participated in the
conception but you are going to forego any involvement in the raising? Who are you and where the hell is my
brother?”
“Do
you think this is easy for me?” Albus yelled back at his brother, scaring
Aberforth because he so seldom saw Albus angry.
“Don’t you know that the thought of walking away from Tabby is tearing
my heart out!”
“Then
why do it? You are supposed to be the
smart Dumbledore but right now you are acting like a damn fool!”
Aberforth
knew of his brother’s great power; he was always careful never to set Albus
off. He didn’t see Albus reach for his wand
so he figured he was safe therefore he never saw Albus fist until it caught him
squarely on his left eye. Abe hit the
ground with a thunk but was quickly on his feet and returning the favour. The brothers battled blow for blow until both
were bruised and bloody. Not even the
sound of their mother’s angry voice stopped them.
Wulfric
entered the fray, trying to work his own body between his two warring
sons. A double punch to the chest and
back quickly knocked him out of the fracas.
“Stop! Oh, Albus, please stop!” Minerva grabbed
Albus’ drawn back elbow. Aberforth was
already in mid punch and he threw all of his weight behind his arm, causing the
jab to miss both Albus and Minerva.
Unfortunately his momentum carried him forward and he landed on top of
his father just as Wulfric was drawing to his knees. Both men returned to the dirt.
Albus
stared at his father and brother for a moment then turned to Minerva. He didn’t say a word, simply pulling his arm
away from her grasp then turning and walking toward the woods.
~o~
Minerva
made her way slowly up the path leading to the ruined abbey, her hand rubbing
the stitch in her side. When she finally
reached the ruins she found Albus sitting in the middle on the ground, his face
buried in his hands. She made her way
through the quagmire of rocks and rubble until she was beside him then settled
on a smooth slab of rock and waited for him to acknowledge her presence. That he was aware of her she had absolutely
no doubt.
Finally
Albus lifted his head and she could see that he had been crying.
“Do
you want to talk about it?” She asked.
“No,”
Albus shook his head, “but I have to anyway.
Minerva… you know that I love you…”
Minerva’s
eyes widened and Albus had the feeling that she knew what he was going to say.
“This
situation with Heorot… it reminded me how dangerous it would be for you to be
connected to me. I can’t bear the
thought of putting you in danger. It’s
been eating away at me for days.”
“I
knew that something was troubling you.
You haven’t touched me since... I
thought it was because your parents arrived but it wasn’t. You’ve been planning this since you rescued
me, haven’t you?” Minerva’s voice was
like ice.
“Seeing
you chained in that cell… lying there on the bed, bruised and bloodied…hurt… I
can’t… Don’t you see that it is better if we don’t…?”
Minerva
leapt up, her eyes flashing fire.
“You’re a Gryffindor, Albus, not a coward! I can’t believe that I’m hearing this from
you. If you don’t love me anymore… if
you don’t want me anymore then have the guts to tell me straight out.”
“I
do love you, Tabby… and god knows I want you… but I refuse to put you in a
position where you might be harmed by being my wife…”
“You
refuse! You bastard! I thought you were
so courageous. I refuse to live my life
based on what someone might do… something that may or may not happen at some
unknown time. I’ve made a few enemies in
my time as well, Albus. What happens if
they come after you? What happens if I
fall off of a broom tomorrow? Life is meant
to be lived in the here and now.”
In
spite of his resolve Albus was awed at Minerva’s fury. The fire flashing in her emerald eyes only
made them more beautiful. He didn’t
register her silence until she turned and started back toward the path.
“Wait!
Where are you going?”
Minerva
stopped. “I’m going to pack my
things. Perhaps Poppy will let me stay
with her until I can find a place of my own.”
“But…
you don’t have to leave! You can’t! The baby…”
Albus
just thought Minerva had been angry until that moment. “You really expected me to stay after you
told me the wedding was off? That I’d
consent to continue as your mistress when you don’t want me as your wife? I am more than just your damned brood mare,
Albus Dumbledore!”
Albus
could sense the hex on her lips even as her words sunk in and he realized
exactly what he had done. He tensed in
readiness but instead of casting the spell Minerva turned and flew down the
path.
In
that instant Albus was struck with such an overwhelming sense of loss that the
pain of it drove him to his knees. The
screaming of her name caught in his throat as he wrapped his arms around his
middle and rocked back and forth.
“What
have I done?” He sobbed over and over.
A
chirp of an obviously pissed off nature reached his ears.
Albus
looked up to see Fawkes perched on the rock where Minerva had been sitting, his
eyes hard as he glared at Albus.
“I’ve
been foolish, Fawkes… so foolish.”
Albus
wouldn’t have believed that the phoenix could give him a ‘no shit’ look until
that moment. Fawkes chirped again,
irritated.
“But
I have to protect her!”
Fawkes
rose up on his talons, stretched his wings to their full length then began to
beat them furiously at Albus while trilling madly.
“I
should go after her… beg her forgiveness…”
Fawkes
flew at Albus, grabbed his robes in sharp claws and flew toward the path,
pulling Albus with him. Albus stumbled
to his feet as he tried to keep up. Once
he was moving in the right direction Fawkes released his hold and dropped back
to follow, flying forward occasionally to peck Albus’ butt as an incentive to
hurry up.
“Alastor
is right!” Albus finally ventured to yell at his pursuer. “You are a ruddy chicken!”
Halfway
down the trail Fawkes disappeared and Albus breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that Minerva couldn’t be too much
further ahead of him.
Then
he heard Fawkes once again only this time the call was one of distress. Albus went cold all over once again and took
off through the forest at a breakneck pace screaming Minerva’s name.
He
found her sitting on a rotting tree, one arm wrapped around the trunk next to
her and the other clutching her abdomen.
Her face was contorted in pain, her teeth gritted and tears streamed
down her face.
“TABBY!”
Albus skid to a halt and fell to his knees beside her. Minerva tried to push him away but the pain
was too strong and she quickly gripped her belly again.
“I’m
so sorry, Tabby. I’m an idiot. I love you so much. Please don’t leave me.” He muttered inanely
as he gathered her into his arms, trying not to hurt her. “Hang on to me, love, and I’ll get you back
to the house. Poppy will help the pain.”
“But
the baby, Albus… our baby…” Minerva managed to gasp.
Albus
caught her gaze and held it, his blue eyes calm and reassuring. “Our baby will be just fine, Tabby.”
At
Albus’ signal Fawkes sailed down close enough so that Albus could reach his
tail. In a flash all three disappeared.
~o~
Chapter
Eighteen
Albus
jumped when his ears caught the almost inaudible sound of the doorknob turning
and he raced through the group consisting of his parents, Minerva’s parents,
Alastor and Aberforth toward the door.
Poppy’s face appeared just as he arrived but she wasn’t smiling.
“How
is she?” Albus whispered fearfully.
Poppy
glanced back at the now closed door.
“She’s resting easier now. As to
the baby… I just don’t know.”
“We
can take her to St. Mungo’s. Fawkes can have us there in a heartbeat.”
“Albus,”
Poppy interrupted, “whatever is going to happen is going to happen. I have already conferred with several of my
professors. Moving her now might prove
to be more harmful.”
Albus
nodded, lifting his hand toward the door but Poppy cut him off.
“She
doesn’t want to see you, Albus.”
“But…”
“Right
now I think it’s for the best. She
doesn’t need to be upset any more. She
was very specific that you not come in.”
Albus
fell back against the opposite wall. “I
need to see her, Poppy. I need to talk
to her… tell her I’m sorry… that I was wrong…”
He
could see the mixed emotions in Poppy’s eyes; worry for her friend, anger at
him, and a desire to help make everything right. But worry won.
“I’m
sorry, Albus… not now. I’ll let her know
that you are here. She’s asked for, Mrs.
McGonagall and for Mrs. Dumbledore as well.”
Albus
felt that his world was ending as he watched the three women enter the bedroom
and shut the door firmly behind them, closing him out.
~o~
Minerva
stirred; letting out a long sigh as she slowly opened her eyes to a darkened
room. She concentrated on her belly and
realized for the first time since her horrible scene with Albus it didn’t
hurt. The fingers resting on her belly
moved and she was startled when they hit hard ridges. A careful examination of the bumps revealed
them to be fingers. She turned her head
to the side of the bed; her eyes now adjusted to the darkness and saw the top
of an auburn head resting on the mattress beside her. At that point Minerva became aware that Albus
was gripping her other hand tightly.
The
baby kicked against his parent’s hands and Minerva smiled with relief at the
movement. She knew instinctively that
her baby was safe and healthy. But the
same couldn’t be said of its father.
From
what she could see Albus looked like hell.
His hair was tangled and matted and his face was puffy and tearstained. The eyes that were closed in sleep were
matted over and his face was lined with worry.
Minerva
reached her hand over and gently stroked his hair as she tried to remember what
Albus had been saying to her earlier through the haze of her pain. She thought she remembered that he had come
to his senses but she couldn’t be sure.
Poppy
bustled into the room at that moment, her lips tightening into a thin line when
she saw Albus asleep at the edge of the bed.
She would have removed him immediately but Minerva lifted her hand to
halt her friend then brought her index finger to her lips.
“How
are you feeling?” the healer whispered as her hands gently probed Minerva’s
abdomen around Albus’ hand.
“Better,”
Minerva answered. “The pain is
gone. I feel like myself again, only
very tired.”
Poppy
pulled her wand. “I can’t believe
this. Everything appears normal.”
Minerva
smiled drowsily. “I just want to sleep
right now.”
“Do
you want me to...?” She gestured at Albus.
“I…
let him stay.” Minerva finally decided.
“Min…”
Poppy told her quietly, “I want you to know… Albus was so upset… when I first
arrived and we didn’t know what was wrong… he begged me to save you. He really does love you.”
“I
know, Poppy… I know.”
Poppy
slipped out of the room quietly, leaving the two lovers alone. Minerva continued to stroke Albus’ hair and
her belly until sleep began to overtake her again. She couldn’t fight back a large yawn and when
she finally closed her mouth she saw dark blue eyes staring at her. She opened her mouth to speak but long
tapered fingers gently touched her lips, keeping her silent.
“I’m
a fool. Everything you said was
true. I was letting my fear for you
overrule my love. Please forgive me.
Please marry me.”
“The
baby…” Minerva whispered around his fingers.
“I
want to marry you, Tabby. No matter what
else may happen I need for you to be my wife.” Albus pulled his wand from his
sleeve and held it out to Minerva. “If
you don’t marry me you best just go ahead and hex me into oblivion right now.”
Minerva
smiled gently as she took the wand then laid it carefully on the
nightstand. “I guess I better marry you
then. Oblivion is a bit drastic, don’t
you think? Our child might like the chance to get to know his father.”
“Thank
you, my dear,” Albus lifted Minerva’s palm to his mouth and kissed it.
“Come
hold me, Albus,” Minerva shifted and patted the mattress beside her. Albus threw off his outer robe and climbed
beneath the blankets, pulling Minerva close to him. They settled back against
the pillows and both fell into a deep restful sleep.
~o~
“How’s
she doing?” Alastor asked huskily as Poppy dropped her robes and slid beneath
the covers beside him.
“Much
better. The pain is gone and the baby
doesn’t seem to be in distress any longer.
It is the strangest thing.
Earlier tonight I would have sworn that she was going to go into early
labour but now everything is fine. I
guess the little one just wanted his mummy and daddy to make up.”
“Daddy…
They’ve worked things out then?” Alastor pulled Poppy closer, feeling only
slightly guilty that they were sneaking around in the Dumbledore home. Mrs. Dumbledore had given them separate
bedrooms, after all.
“I
don’t know… but Albus was there. He must
have snuck in after my last check and fallen asleep. His head was on the mattress and one hand was
on Min’s belly. It’s funny. For a second or two when I first opened the
door I could have sworn that I saw a spark of light of some sort… but when I
blinked the room was fully dark.”
Poppy
felt Alastor stiffen slightly beside her.
“Exactly where was the light?” he questioned.
“Right
over Minerva’s belly, I guess. I’m sure
I imagined it though. What could have
generated that sort of light? Alastor?”
Poppy realized that she’d lost his attention.
“Alastor? Where were you, love?”
Alastor
kissed her lightly and patted her arm.
“I was just thinking about something… It isn’t important now. Do you need to check on Minerva again?”
“I’ll
leave her until morning unless she summons me but I don’t think she will.”
“Good,”
Alastor answered, grinning lustily.
~o~
Chapter
Nineteen
“You’ve
certainly done an about face in the last few days.” Aberforth observed as he
watched Albus check his new dress robes in the full-length mirror yet again.
Albus
shrugged. “Don’t know who that fellow
was… he was pretty demented though, wasn’t he?
I, on the other hand, am marrying the most beautiful woman that I’ve
ever known in less than an hour.”
Aberforth
nodded, pleased at Albus’ new outlook.
No one seemed to know exactly what had happened between Albus and
Minerva between the time that Poppy had left her to sleep and the next morning
when the couple had been found sleeping in the same bed. No further mention was made of Albus’
behaviour except for Minerva’s murmured comment to Aberforth about his black
swollen eye.
The
eye had faded to a mottled shade of purple and green and the swelling of Albus’
jaw was barely detectable due to Poppy’s excellent healing skills. The previous evening Alastor had pronounced
firewhisky to be the perfect cure and the brothers, along with their father and
the father of the bride, had joined the best man in a drinking marathon. Thankfully Poppy had taken pity on the group
and provided hangover potions to each of them, but not until they had suffered
through several movements of Beethoven’s Fifth, performed at high volume by
Fawkes. It was only when Alastor
threatened to spit Fawkes over the fire then serve the ‘ruddy chicken’ for
dinner that Poppy had intervened.
“Did
you take my note for Minerva to Poppy, Alastor?”
“For
the third time today, YES!” Alastor rolled his eyes. “If this is what getting married is all about
I’m never going to do it!”
“I
give you a year,” Albus retorted.
“Six
months, tops.” Aberforth offered.
A
knock on the door stopped Alastor’s reply.
“Son? The priest who is performing the ceremony is
here. This is Rohan.”
Wulfric said as he stepped in, followed by a tall man with sallow skin and
hollow cheeks dressed in long dark robes.
“I’m
glad to meet you, sir. My name is Albus
Dumbledore.”
“Very
pleased to meet you as well, Albus,” The druid responded in a sonorous
voice. He turned dark piercing eyes on
the other occupants of the room. “And
who has the privilege of being the happy bridegroom today?”
“That
would be me,” Albus said at the same time that his father answered, “My son,
Albus.”
The
black eyes turned back to Albus and observed him from head to toe. After a moment he lifted his arms out towards
Albus and closed his eyes while murmuring and incomprehensible
incantation.
“Is
something wrong?” Albus asked.
Rohan opened his eyes. “I can not
join you today. You are already bonded.”
Albus’
eyes grew wide for a moment then he began to chuckle. “Okay, the joke is over. Which one of you put him up to this?” He
glanced at Alastor and Aberforth but both of them were staring, blank-eyed.
“This
is a joke… right?” Albus returned his attention to Rohan.
Rohan looked at Wulfric. “Your son
Albus is to be married today?”
Wulfric
nodded.
“Then
I can not perform the ceremony. You may
not be bonded twice at the same time.”
“But
I’m not bonded,” Albus protested. “I’ve
never been married before.”
Rohan sighed and lifted his arms to perform the spell again. When he lowered his limbs his expression
hadn’t changed. “You are bonded. There is nothing that I can do unless you
break that bond.”
“But…”
Albus protested as the old druid turned toward the door. “I swear I’ve never been bonded. Minerva and I have to marry today. Everything is arranged. She can still fit in her gown!”
Rohan lifted an eyebrow at Albus’ last statement.
“My
son and his intended are expecting a child,” Wulfric offered quietly, “a very
exceptional child, we suspect.”
“Nonetheless…
I can have no part in this. A joining
can not take place when a bond still exists.”
No
one had noticed Alastor slip out of the room until he returned with Minerva in
tow, interrupting Albus’ repeated arguments and Rohan’s
repeated denials.
“What’s
wrong?” Minerva moved forward into the fight, understanding only that the druid
was for whatever reason refusing to marry them.
“For
some reason Rohan thinks that I’ve already been
bonded but I haven’t, I swear. We’ll get
this worked out in just a moment, my love.” Albus held her both of her hands in
his as he spoke reassuringly.
Rohan’s eyes narrowed as he watched the couple together; the love with which
they looked into each other’s eyes, the tender way his hand moved to caress the
bulge of her abdomen over her dressing gown… and then he saw the thread...
watched it grow as he probed its depths… and realized that it was unbreakable.
“I’m
sorry… I didn’t realize… I understood that I was to perform a new bonding
today, not a reaffirmation ceremony. Of course there will be no problem.”
His
words startled the couple. “But we
aren’t bonded yet,” Albus quickly offered at the suspicious look on his father
and brother’s face.
Rohan smiled, the upward curve of his lips taking years from his face. “Am I to assume that you are the bride, my
lady? This is good because I assure you
that the two of you are indeed bonded.”
Both
Albus and Minerva were stunned.
By
this time the women and Minerva’s father were gathered around the door
listening. At the druid’s words Catronia’s face fell.
“How could you, Minerva? You know
that your father and I have looked forward to this day since you were born!”
“But
we didn’t!” Minerva declared. “Albus and
I have felt joined for years but we have never had a formal ceremony!”
Rohan quickly sought to diffuse the brewing storm. “There have been cases when a formal ceremony
wasn’t required. They are rare but… it
has happened. May I?” he gestured to
where Albus and Minerva’s fingers laced over her belly.
At
Minerva’s nod of consent Rohan placed his hands
beneath theirs, his fingers reaching up to touch each of their wrists while his
thumbs touched each other.
Everyone
in the room fell silent as the invisible force of magic grew. The air crackled
as a hint of a golden aura formed around the three.
Finally
Rohan pulled his hands back and nodded. “You were bonded as a family at the moment of
your child’s conception. And you are
right, Wulfric. Your grandchild is
indeed exceptional.”
Druid
magic was an ancient one, not fully understood and certainly not
questioned. Albus smiled gently at
Minerva as he cupped her cheek. “So you
are already my wife… there is no backing out now.”
Minerva’s
eyes shown back at her husband’s. “I
guess it’s a good thing you changed your mind then…”
“However,”
Rohan interrupted gently. “If you would like to have a formal ceremony
there is nothing to block it since the tie is between the two participants.”
“It
isn’t necessary,” Minerva whispered to Albus.
“As long as we are joined I don’t need…”
Albus
laid his index finger across her lips.
“Why don’t you go put on that lovely gown that I’ve heard so much about
and finish getting ready? Even though we
aren’t making our marriage general knowledge I still want to wed you in front
of our family and friends.”
Tears
shimmered in Minerva’s eyes as she smiled brilliantly at Albus. She rose up to kiss him quickly, almost
shyly, and then hurried from the room with her female entourage behind her.
~o~
Chapter
Twenty
Rohan smiled at the couple standing before him in the gazebo by the lake,
their hands locked tightly and their smiles only for each other. “And now the time has come to seal your
joining with a kiss.”
Albus
didn’t have to be told twice. He bent
slightly to capture Minerva’s lips tenderly, but the loving kiss quickly
developed into something much stronger as hands released their hold so that
arms could wrap around bodies, pulling the two closer together.
Alastor
rolled his eyes at the assembled company that included Millicent Bagnold and
Minerva’s brother Magnus in addition to the previous group. This action brought laughter from the crowd
but still the kiss continued, only stopping when Albus jerked back abruptly and
rubbed his stomach.
“He
kicked me!”
Minerva
colored prettily at the remark but everyone present knew that she was pregnant
in spite of the artful cut of her robes so she quickly recovered.
“Shall
we, Mrs. Dumbledore?” Albus offered his arm to his wife.
Madeleine
and Catronia had worked late into the night preparing
the area behind the sunroom for the small reception. A long table was laden with food, the
centerpiece being a stunning three-tiered wedding cake with perfect miniatures
of Albus and Minerva in their wedding finery on top. A small dance floor lay over the ground and
the wizard wireless was set to provide dancing music.
“A
toast to the happy couple,” Aberforth called as he headed toward the end of the
table where he knew his father had stashed the firewhisky.
At
his cry a house elf popped in with a tray of fluted glasses and a large bottle
of champagne.
Wulfric
lifted the bottle carefully. “We’ve been
saving this bottle for years, Albus, for the day when one of our sons would
marry. Today we would like to share it
with all of you.”
“That
must be a very large bottle,” Aberforth observed as Wulfric carefully popped
the cork.
“We
knew that Albus would want a smaller wedding and the odds of you marrying first
weren’t very high.” Wulfric answered his
younger son with a smile. “Although, to
be honest, we were about to give up on Albus as well.”
“To
the bridge and groom!” Alastor, in his role as best man, offered once everyone
held a small glass of champagne.
Everyone joined in the toast, glasses clinking merrily.
~o~
“You
made a lovely bride, my daughter,” Catronia
told. “Your father and I are very happy for
you and for Albus. He loves you very
much.”
Minerva
smiled happily as she carefully stored her wedding robes in the closet. “He does,” she confirmed. “And I love him.”
“Obviously,”
Catronia answered wryly. “At least I don’t have to explain what will
happen on your wedding night to you.
Thank god!”
Minerva
stared at Catronia a moment as she blushed, grateful
beyond words that she didn’t actually have to discuss sex with her mother. She was saved from a reply by a knock on the
door letting her know that Albus was ready to go.
“Enjoy
your honeymoon, my dear,” Catronia quickly embraced
her daughter. “And don’t forget to owl
me as soon as you return to the manor.”
Minerva
agreed as she cast a shrinking charm on her small suitcase and put it in her
pocket.
When
they reached the front door Albus was waiting.
Catronia slipped out as Albus pulled Minerva
close and kissed her. “Think you can
stand another week completely alone with me?”
“Always,”
Minerva’s eyes glowed as she answered.
“Then
let’s say our good-byes and disappear.”
As
they stepped over the threshold into the front yard a shower of flower petals
began to rain down over them. All of the
guests were scooping up handfuls from the baskets held by Dotty, Kitty and Cat
(all wearing bows on their heads) and throwing them into the air over Albus and
Minerva. They laughingly called their
farewells then Albus wrapped his arms and his outer robe around Minerva and
swished his wand. In a flash they were
gone.
~o~
Chapter
Twenty-one
“Albus?”
Minerva drew her fingers lightly over the damp hair curling tightly across her
husband’s chest, both their bodies still damp from exertion. “Are you asleep?”
Although
the rise and fall of her husband’s chest was slow and rhythmic Minerva sensed
that Albus was still awake so she waited patiently, her fingers continuing to
trace nonsense patterns over his skin.
“You
are far too perceptive, my love,” he finally answered. “You should be sleeping… and so should you!”
His last comment was directed toward the rhythmic thumping where Minerva’s
belly lay pressed against his side.
“I
feel too fabulous to sleep,” she answered.
And even though she was exhausted by the wonderful lovemaking that she
and Albus had shared, she didn’t want to sleep and miss a minute of feeling
this close to him.
“So,
Mrs. Dumbledore, do you feel like a wife now?”
“Mostly,”
Minerva replied after a moment.
Albus
shifted a bit so he was facing her.
“Mostly? Tell me in what ways you
don’t feel like a wife?”
“Well,
husbands and wives don’t keep secrets, right?
They talk to each other about everything?”
“In
good marriages they do. And we will most
certainly have a good marriage.”
Minerva
lifted her hand to stroke Albus’ beard.
“Then why don’t you talk to me about what is bothering you? No… not that silly idea you had a few days
ago. This is something deeper… and I
think that it may have to do with a letter that Fawkes brought you a few weeks
ago.”
Albus
grinned slightly. “You really are
amazing, Mrs. Dumbledore. Yes, that letter
has been on my mind recently.”
“Hogwarts
wants to know when you are going to be returning to your teaching position.”
Albus
shook his head in amazement. “They would
like me back at the beginning of the year.
I know that Headmaster Dippet has been wonderful giving me such a long
leave of absence.”
“What
choice did he have, Albus? You were the
wizard needed to track and defeat Grindelwald.
But… you have been gone for a long time… and now, with the war over and
your injuries healed, you are free to return.”
“Not
exactly,” Albus’ hands slid to her belly.
“There is one special event that should take place in the next term that
I would hate to miss. Perhaps Armando
would grant me the rest of the year…”
“But
they want you back now.” Minerva could see the answer in Albus’ eyes. “Then we shall work it out. You are a teacher, Albus. The rest of the world may view you as a great
hero, as the greatest living wizard… but deep in your own heart you enjoy
sharing your knowledge with the students, interacting with them. It’s your life.”
“You
are my life.” His simple statement
almost made Minerva’s heart burst with the love she felt for her husband.
“We
can work something out, I’m sure. You
could floo home often… come for the weekends.
Your parent’s and Abe would be there to help me with the baby.”
“But
I want to be there.”
“And
you will be there but I know that you have to teach.”
“I
don’t want to be apart from you.”
“And
I don’t want to be separated from you either.”
Minerva smiled playfully. “Maybe
you could conjure up some hidden rooms for us… or convince Armando Dippet to
hire me to teach… but since transfiguration was my best subject and they
already have the best transfiguration teacher in the world, that wouldn’t work. I could work in the kitchens…”
“Tabby…
stop that.”
“I’m
trained to be an auror, Albus. Are you
willing for me to return to my job with the ministry after the baby is born?”
“NO! That is… I don’t want to stop you from doing
anything you want to do… but it’s dangerous, Tabby… and I would rather our baby
have a full time mother.”
“As
would I. I recognize that my days of
tracking down dark wizards are over.”
“And
that makes you sad?”
“Of
course it does. I wouldn’t trade what I
have now with you and our baby but… I enjoyed my work.”
“Why
don’t we stop by Hogwarts on our way home?
We are going to have to make some decisions and some adjustments over
the next few months so I think I should talk to Armando.”
“That
will be nice,” Minerva pasted a smile on for Albus’ sake but deep inside she
was dreading the end of their idyllic days together.
~o~
Chapter
Twenty-two
“This
place never changes, does it?” Minerva’s
eyes searched the stone corridors of the old castle that had been her home for
seven years.
“You
haven’t been gone that long, my dear.” Albus told her as he raised a hand at a
group of students on another staircase who called out a greeting to him.
“Albus!”
An old man appeared at the top of the stairs they were climbing. Minerva immediately recognized Professor Binns,
her History of Magic teacher. “Wonderful
to see you back! These halls have
certainly missed you the last few years.
And such a triumph! I’ll soon be
teaching about you in my class!”
Albus
laughed as he urged Minerva forward. She
tugged the edges of her cloak together as she moved.
“Now
that I am here I find that I’ve missed Hogwarts more than I realized,” Albus
told Binns with a smile as he shook his colleague’s hand. “I’ve just dropped by for a word with Dippet. Oh, you remember Minerva McGonagall? Class of thirty-eight?”
“How
lovely to see you again, Professor,” Minerva quickly interjected before Albus
could say more.
“And
you, Miss McGonagall. Made an auror, did
you? Seems I heard a bit about your
contribution to our war effort as well.
An animagus… you’ve done your alma mater proud, young lady.”
Albus
was staring at Minerva, puzzled. He
thought she would be glad to be introduced as his wife but she had deliberately
stopped him from doing so. “Well…” he
told Binns, “We’d better be finding Armando…”
“He’s
in his office. Saw him headed there
myself not ten minutes ago. I’ve a class
to teach anyway. Goblin wars for the
first years… heady stuff!” With one last
wave Binns took off toward his classroom.
“Poor
little blighters,” Minerva muttered as she watched him go.
Albus
chuckled. “Come now… he isn’t that bad…”
Minerva
raised an eyebrow and stared at Albus sardonically. “Have you ever sat through one of his
lectures?”
Albus
laughed deeply as they continued up the stairs.
Several groups of students hurried by, knowing that the next class bell
would soon sound. But almost all of the
older students paused at least a moment to greet ‘Professor Dumbledore’. Albus didn’t realize that Minerva was making
note of each and every greeting.
Headmaster
Armando Dippit was waiting by the entrance to his
office as Albus and Minerva approached, having obviously been notified in some
way of their coming. He greeted them
both warmly and directed them inside where hot chocolate and tea were waiting
by a crackling fire.
“May
I take your cloak, Miss McGonagall?” Dippet offered as Minerva sank into a
chair but she sweetly demurred.
With
a nod Dippet turned his attention back toward Albus. “Well, Dumbledore, I hope you are here to
tell me that you are ready to return.
Mr. Oldfellow, the wizard who has been
substituting for you is more than ready to return to his quiet retirement.”
“About
that… I have missed teaching and I am looking forward to returning… but…”
“Albus…”
Dippet cautioned, “please don’t give me bad news.”
“It
isn’t bad news, Armando… actually it’s rather good news to my way of
thinking. The fact is that I’m now a
married man.”
Dippet
beamed as he looked from Albus to Minerva.
“Congratulations, my boy.
Although what this beautiful lady sees in you, I’ll never understand…”
he teased. “My very best wishes, Mrs.
Dumbledore,” Armando gallantly brushed a kiss across her cheek. “I’ve had a feeling about the two of you for
years… ever since your fifth year as a matter of fact. Oh…” he waved off both their protests, “I
know neither of you acted on your feelings while Minerva was a student… and I
was keeping a close eye, believe me… but that didn’t mean they weren’t
there. I’m very happy for you. You have a wife to support now, Albus. You must return!”
“Well…
I was hoping that perhaps next fall…”
Armando’s
face fell. “Oldfellow
told me just the other day that he didn’t intend to return after the Christmas
holidays. I don’t know if I can find
another temporary replacement… I was hoping that you would be ready to return
after the holiday break.”
Albus
was clearly torn. Finally he shook his
head. “I just don’t see…”
“Don’t
be ridiculous, Albus. You are needed
here.” Minerva told her husband.
Albus
crossed to her side and knelt beside her.
“I need to be with you.”
“Surely
we could work out something,” Dippet offered.
“I would be glad to cover your house occasionally so that you could
return home and the odd visit from your wife wouldn’t be remarked on…”
Albus
locked eyes with Minerva and she nodded.
“We aren’t making our marriage public knowledge, Armando. We’ve both made too many enemies.”
Dippet
chuckled. “I doubt many witches or
wizards would be willing to face either of you.
The fact that you can protect yourselves is well known.”
Minerva
let the edges of the cloak drop away as Albus moved his hand from the arm of
the chair to her belly. “But it isn’t
just us to protect anymore.”
To
say that Dippet was surprised would be an understatement but he masked it
quickly. “And you want to be with
Minerva when the baby comes.”
“And
to help out afterward…”
“Albus,
your mother will be there as well as my mother…”
“But
I’m the father. Tabby, I want to be there…”
“What
if…” Dippet started thoughtfully, “I could make some arrangements… make things
easier for you for the rest of the year… would you be willing to return?”
Albus
didn’t look convinced but Minerva placed her hand over his and squeezed it
lightly as she nodded. Finally Albus
gave his consent.
~o~
Chapter
Twenty-three
Albus
watched as the last of the students disappeared into the great hall then
hurried toward the front entrance. By
the time he made his way down the front stairs he was running. He raced through the gates and fell back
against one of them, breathing heavily.
“So
are you running to meet me or running away from me?” A thrill ran through Albus
when he heard his wife’s husky voice. He
raised his head to find her standing in front of him, green eyes shining from
beneath the hood of the heavy cloak she wore.
“To
you, my love. Definitely to you.” Albus straightened and pulled her as far into
his arms as her round belly would let him.
“Mmm…”
Minerva welcomed his light kiss. “That
would be more believable if you hadn’t told Aberforth to avoid me at all
costs.”
Albus
blushed but he didn’t deny the words. “I
only told him that you’ve been a bit emotional lately, the pregnancy at work…
and that it might be best for him to stay out of your way as he can sometimes
be a bit… much.”
“I
should make you pay for that comment, Albus Dumbledore… but unfortunately I
suspect that it is true.”
“You
can make me pay anyway,” Albus whispered in his wife’s ear as he slid an arm
around her back and urged her toward the castle.
They
made it back to Albus’ quarters without being seen by anyone except the
portraits and they were under strict orders from Headmaster Dippet to keep
silent about Albus’ weekend visitor.
Minerva even waved shyly to a few of them as they passed. Once they were safely locked away inside
Albus’ tidy quarters Minerva shed her cloak and dashed to the fire.
“Cold?”
Albus quickly fanned the flames.
“The
wind was bitter at the manor… Albus?” Minerva noticed that her husband hadn’t
heard what she was saying. His attention
was completely focused on her belly.
“You’ve
grown,” he told her as he stepped closer, his hands tracing the contours of her
belly without actually touching it. “You’ve grown a lot!”
“It’s
been over two weeks since you’ve seen me,” Minerva laughed. “Poppy told us that little Dumbles would
double in size over the last two months.
Think how much larger I’ll be in four more weeks.”
“You’ll
explode.” Albus was, as always, in awe of the changes in Minerva’s body as
their child grew larger. He finally
touched her, jumping back when she shivered at that same moment.
“It’s
okay,” she quickly reassured him. “It’s
just a chill.”
“Shall
I build the fire up higher?”
“Well,”
Minerva took a step closer to him, her hands catching his. “I do have another idea of how you could warm
me up.”
Albus
simply grinned as Minerva led him to the bedroom.
~o~
“Oh
lord! You are amazing, woman,” Albus
gasped as Minerva rolled off of him and cuddled up to his side. “If my students could see me now,”
“You’d
be dead because I would kill you myself,” Minerva finished.
Albus
rolled his eyes at her as he continued his struggle to catch his breath. “I was only thinking that they would be
amazed that their stodgy old professor had enough energy to keep up with a wife
as lovely and active as you.”
“Good
save, old man,” Minerva laughed.
Albus
growled playfully as he turned his head to kiss her. “I mean every word of it and you know
it.” He rolled to his side and flicked
his wrist, bringing the sheet from the foot of the bed to his hand. He covered their legs and dropped the sheet
just below the bottom slope of Minerva’s gravid stomach, then turned his
attention to that protrusion.
“Hello,
sweetheart. Daddy is here and he has
missed you so much since Christmas. I
can’t believe how much you’ve grown in the last two weeks.”
“Albus,”
Minerva protested laughingly, “your beard tickles.”
Her
husband looked up at her, grinned, then returned his attention to her
belly. “Now, when you are Minister of
Magic…”
“ALBUS!”
Minerva
could see Albus’ shoulders shaking as he struggled not to laugh. She rolled her eyes and settled back into the
mound of pillows behind her back to listen as Albus took heed of her warning
and spent the next fifteen minutes discussing the joys of sherbet lemons with
her stomach. The rhythm of Albus’ voice soothed her and her eyelids fell as she
listened to him talk and enjoyed the feeling of his beard against her taut
belly, the brush of his lips across her skin as he spoke, the caress of his
fingers…
A
low moan escaped Minerva’s lips as her eyes flew open and her hips wiggled
against the press of long digits between her legs. Deep blue eyes twinkled up at her.
“It
has been two weeks,” Albus whispered as his fingers began a slow but steady
movement.
“It’s
been half an hour!” Minerva told him but she didn’t protest further and the
Cheshire cat smile on her face told Albus that she was enjoying his
ministrations. “All those articles in WQ
that say wizards reach their sexual peak in their thirties. As randy as you are now I can’t even imagine
what you must have been like then. Oooh!”
“And
if the information published by Witches Weekly is correct about women peaking
in their forties… you really will kill me.”
One finger bent upward and began a steady assault on the blooming bud of
her desire.
“But
you’ll die happ… eeeee….
Oh, that is magnificent… “
From
his vantage point Albus watched the ripples of Minerva’s stomach, the baby
inside’s movement growing along with its mother’s excitement.
“Oh…
oh my… Look, Tabby!” Albus’ fingers stilled as he watched his wife’s stomach
with amazement.
Minerva
moaned in protest at the sudden cessation of movement from his fingers, her
eyes popping open and growing wide as she saw what Albus was seeing. For near the top of her abdomen, just before
her belly began to slope toward her breasts, was the perfect imprint of a tiny
foot. The pads of each little toe, the
ball of the foot and the rounded heel were outlined in detail against her skin.
Albus
pulled his hand up, his fingers hovering just above the embossed skin but not
touching it. They watched in amazement
as the tiny toes seemed to wiggle.
Minerva nodded in answer to the question in Albus’ eyes. Their baby had moved and she could feel it.
“Oh,
little one,” Albus breathed, “I can’t wait to meet you.”
Minerva
carefully lifted her hand and laid her fingers just to the right of the
footprint. Albus’ damp fingers mirrored
her actions to the left. To their joy
the baby didn’t move away from the change in pressure but seemed to be pushing
even harder. They lightly traced the
outline of the foot round and round, their fingers brushing over each other’s
as they did so.
After
several minutes the foot suddenly disappeared and as it did so Minerva
gasped. Albus slid up beside her
instantly.
“What’s
wrong, love?”
“Albus…
I need…”
“Poppy…
do I need to call Poppy?”
Minerva
shook her head frantically as she grasped his head and pulled him toward
her. “You… I need you… Suddenly I’m on
fire…” She kissed him hungrily as one hand slid down his abdomen to grasp his
rapidly firming member. “Please…”
Minerva gasped between fervid kisses.
Albus
rolled to his back, his hand moving to Minerva’s hips to help her up but she
shook her head. “I can’t…” He thought
quickly. Their previous lovemaking had
been quite vigorous and lately Minerva was often tired after being on top, but
she couldn’t lie on her back comfortably for him to…
“This
way, Tabby.” Albus hands gently guided her over to her side; her back spooned
to his chest.
“How?”
She gasped.
“Trust
me,” he told her as he tugged a pillow free from the pile beneath them and
tossed it in front of her thighs. He fit
his body tightly against hers then placed his hand on the back of her leg and
urged her to bend it up. When she did so
he slipped the pillow beneath her knee to give her support then brought his
hand back behind her and carefully pushed his now engorged staff down so that
it rested between her parted legs.
“Darling…
please!” She begged as his weight pushed against her cleft.
Somehow
Albus had also managed to work his left arm beneath her so that his hand had
free access to roam across the front of her body. He nuzzled her neck and she turned so that
their lips could meet as one hand worked between her ruched peaks. The other hand worked his staff between her
nether lips as his hips rocked to and fro.
They
continued to kiss until Minerva’s neck grew tired and she had to lower her
head. As she did so Albus finally gave
in to the invitation her body was issuing and slowly slid inside her warmth. Minerva sighed contentedly as she drew her
hand back to rest on his bare hip, the tightening of her fingers urging him to
move
Albus
kept his thrusts slow, this time taking care to enjoy the feel of Minerva’s
warmth enclosing him, delighting in the squeeze of her muscles around his
arousal as he filled her completely then withdrew almost entirely, only to
begin the slow circuit once again.
At
the same time Minerva’s fingers playing over his hip were beginning to get to
him and from the satisfied smile he saw on her lips when he raised his head he
guessed that she was aware of this. In
retaliation he changed the angle of his thrusts, eliciting a low moan from
her. As he continued his languid pace
the room was soon filled with sounds of her pleasure.
“I
love you, Minerva,” Albus whispered against her white shoulder.
“Mmm…
too…” Minerva tried to answer back but Albus’ left hand had slid over her belly
and lower to caress her mound, his thumb working its way into her nest of
curls. She responded by sliding her
fingers between them, the soft pads brushing over his swollen sacs every time
he thrust.
The
fire inside Minerva leapt out of control when Albus began to run his right hand
up and down the side of her body, his fingers finding all of the special spots
he’d learned made her crazy.
Her
body told his what she needed and he responded accordingly, anxious to pleasure
her as much as possible. She came with a
gasp, a stiffening of her body, and fingernails digging into his thigh. Albus grasped Minerva’s hips tightly and
continued to move, his long index finger stretching to continue his assault on
her tight pearl. She soared even higher,
a second orgasm rocking her body as she began to convulse against the man at
her back.
A
third climax and then a fourth bubbled through Minerva before Albus realized
that she couldn’t take any more. He
dropped his finger from her highly sensitized center and increased the pace of
his thrusts, seeking and finding his own release before Minerva had completely
recovered from hers.
A
triumphant shout emerged from Albus as his sacs tightened and his fluids rushed
up to mingle with Minerva’s. His head
fell against her shoulder as he gasped for breath, auburn and ebony strands
tangling together in imitation of the bodies they belonged to.
“Albus…
Albus…” He finally found the strength to raise his head and realized that
Minerva was speaking his name over and over with every exhaled breath. Tears streamed down her face. When he lifted his thumb to wipe them away
her lids fluttered open to reveal eyes full of love. Albus smiled, the depth of his own feeling
answering back within his blue orbs.
“Sleep,”
he whispered against her ear as he settled back into the pillows and pulled her
close against him. A flick of his wrist
brought the sheet within reach again and he tucked it around both of them and
then gave in to his own exhaustion.
~o~
Albus
snuggled closer to the warm hollow in the center of his bed only to realize
that the curvy body once occupying it was now gone. He opened his eyes grudgingly and grabbed his
pocket watch from the bedside table to check the time.
‘The
sun will be up soon,’ he thought, somewhat surprised that he had slept so
long. He was more surprised to find
himself alone in the bed. “Fawkes,” he
questioned, knowing that the phoenix was resting on his perch nearby. “Where is Tabby?”
Fawkes
trilled lightly then rose into the air and glided through the open door into
the sitting area. Albus sniffed as he
rose from the bed and shuffled his feet on the floor in search of his
robe. When he found it he pulled it on
and entered the sitting room.
“Minerva! What are you doing? Don’t you realize that the sun hasn’t even
come up?”
Minerva’s
head popped up from beneath Albus’ desk, a dust rag in the hand she had been
using to clean the underside. A streak
of grime slashed across her cheek as she grinned at her husband. “I’m sorry, love. Did I wake you? I was trying to be quiet.”
“Why
are you even up?” Albus groused as he moved to her side and helped her lever
her body up until she was standing beside him.
“You need your rest.”
“I
couldn’t lie in bed any longer. My back
was beginning to hurt. I didn’t want to
leave you, Albus, but it’s hard to stay in any position very long with all this
added bulk.”
“But
I missed you,” Albus sulked. “I haven’t
been able to hold you in two weeks. It’s
the first time we’ve been apart in so long…” His voice took on a wheedling
quality as he brushed the dirt away from her cheek. “Won’t you come back to bed?”
Part
of Minerva immediately wanted to snap at her husband, to tell him that he was
behaving like a petulant child… but instead she gave in to his pleading and
allowed him to lead her back to bed.
Before
she was settled in his arms she knew she had made a mistake.
“Can’t
you be still? I’m trying to sleep.”
Minerva
sighed, biting back the retort that her hormones were demanding. As soon as Albus was asleep again she shifted
her pillow into his arms and left the bed again.
~o~
Chapter
Twenty-four
“Good
morning, my love,” Albus told Minerva as he climbed into the steaming hot
shower behind her. She smiled in return,
breathing a silent sigh of relief that he didn’t ask her how long she had been
awake this time. Minerva had no desire
to spend her one full day with Albus fighting.
“Umm…
that feels nice… thank you,” She told him when he dumped shampoo into his hands
then began to rub it through her long tresses.
Being pregnant had certainly made it more difficult for her to do things
she’d taken for granted before. She had
begun to rely on magic for some of the simplest tasks, but Albus’ fingers felt
so much nicer.
He
bathed her thoroughly, taking a few moments to poke and prod her abdomen while
he told the baby good morning, then rinsed himself off and dried them
both. Once Minerva was tucked in a chair
in front of a roaring fire, a warm blanket covering her from chest to foot,
Albus called for breakfast.
“What
would you like to do today?” He asked as they enjoyed their tea. “A trip to Hogsmeade? A walk around the
lake?”
“What
about the students?” Minerva asked.
“They might be shocked to see you walking around with an obviously
pregnant woman.”
Albus
shrugged. “I doubt any of them would
have the nerve to question me about you, even if they do notice. Teenagers are the most self-centered
creatures in the universe. But maybe the
weather is too cold for you to be outside.
We could putter around the castle. I’m sure you would enjoy seeing some
of your old haunts again.”
“I’m
sure I could tolerate a little cold. I
actually feel like walking and the weather looks nice albeit a bit chilly. Then this evening perhaps we could have a
game or two of chess?”
Albus
rolled his eyes. “You just enjoy beating
me.”
“I
would call it something more akin to a slaughter.” Minerva told him over the
rim of her teacup.
“Mouthy
witch!”
“Cocky
git!”
“Ahem…”
The
couple turned to stare into the green fire.
The face of Armando Dippet stared back at them.
“I’m
sorry to interrupt your time together but I’ve received several rather
disturbing owls from the ministry and I thought that perhaps Albus could spare
me a few moments to help draft the replies.”
“I’ll
be…” Albus stopped, remembering that his wife was sitting beside him. “Minerva… I wouldn’t be gone long…”
She
smiled in answer although it was tentative at best. “You go, Albus. I’ll just sit here and enjoy my tea while I
wait for you.”
“Just
give me a few minutes to get myself together and I’ll be down to your office.”
Albus told Dippet. With a relieved smile
and a polite nod to Minerva the headmaster disappeared. By the time she turned back to her husband he
was gone as well.
~o~
Rays
of sunlight bounced off the gleaming surface of Albus' desk as well as every
other surface in his now spotless apartments… and still Minerva scrubbed. When the large grandfather clock stuck two
she threw her rag down in frustration, a single tear rolling down her
face. The baby kicked in sympathy.
“It’s
okay, little one,” she rubbed the top of her belly soothingly, her other hand
tucked behind her to support her aching back.
“Daddy just has a great deal to do.
He can’t spend every moment with us like he has been doing. He has to work now.” But was she trying to
convince the baby or herself?
‘He
didn’t have to stay gone so long… he could have let me know why…’ a little
voice inside her kept prodding.
Minerva
shook her head resolutely. “Come on,
baby Dumbles. Mummy feels like taking a
walk. She smoothed her hair back,
scribbled a quick note to Albus, then grabbed her heavy cloak and left the
room.
~o~
Albus
swore to himself as he hurried back to his quarters, knowing that he was going
to be on the receiving end of his very pregnant and very hormonal wife’s
enflamed temper. Not that he didn’t
deserve it, of course. He had completely
lost track of the time while helping Armando deal with the letters he’d
received and several other tasks that had come up in the course of their
conversation.
“Tabby,
sweet… I’m so sorry… Time just got away… but I’m completely yours now…” Albus
slowed from a run to a fast walk to a complete stop in the middle of the
sitting room… the silent sitting room… as he slowly realized that Minerva
wasn’t there.
“Tabby?”
he called again, berating himself mentally for leaving Minerva alone for most
of the day. ‘Where would she have gone?’
He
searched the room for several moments before he found her scrawled letter. ‘Gone for a walk. Back soon.’ He glanced out the window at the darkening
sky and the first flakes of snow drifting to the ground. Minerva hadn’t timed the note so Albus had no
idea when she had left or where she had gone.
“The
lake!” It suddenly came to him. “She
went to the lake thinking that I would meet her there when I finished. Fawkes!”
The phoenix was beside him instantly.
“Will you help me find Minerva?
It will be dark soon.”
Fawkes
waited until Albus donned his thickest robes and heavy boots before perching on
his shoulder and remaining there as Albus took off toward the castle entrance.
~o~
“Hang
on, baby, mummy is trying her best.” Minerva paused in her struggle to make her
way back through the growing snow, leaning against a tree and taking a breath
as another sharp pain cut through her back.
“Your daddy is going to be disappointed but I think we are going to have
to behave a little more sedately in the bedroom until you are born.”
After
a few more deep breaths Minerva pushed off resolutely. She could see the castle turrets and knew
that another few steps would bring her clear of the trees surrounding the lake.
Then she only had to cross the lawn and
she would be back within the warmth of the castle.
But
the snow seemed to be deepening with every minute that passed. And she was so tired.
From
out of nowhere Minerva heard the pure note of Fawkes song. The sound filled the air and flooded through
her every fiber. The pain in her back
faded and with new resolve Minerva took the final few steps needed to bring her
back into the open.
“Tabby!”
The snow was so thick that she could barely see Albus, even though he was
wearing those garish lime green robes that she despised.
Luckily
Minerva was wearing red robes that stood out like a rose against the white
snow. With Fawkes helping him, Albus
reached Minerva’s side a few minutes later.
He hugged her tightly to him, blocking her body from the brunt of the
storm with his own.
“Are
you all right?” He asked.
“I’m
fine,” she smiled wearily. “Just
exhausted. I should have paid better
attention to the skies.”
“Let’s
get you back to the castle. You must be
freezing.”
Minerva
moved much quicker with Albus there to help and encourage her. They were within a few feet of the entrance
stairs when Minerva gasped and stumbled.
Albus quickly scooped her into his arms and ran up the steps.
“You
can put me down, Albus,” Minerva told him once they were protected by thick
stone walls. “I just had a back spasm.”
Albus
lowered her feet carefully to the floor.
“We could go to the infirmary.
Perhaps Madame Comfit can help.”
“It
is almost gone. I just want to go back
to your quarters and have some hot tea.”
But
instead of stopping by the fire when they reached the cozy quarters, Albus
headed immediately toward the bedroom.
Minerva found herself stripped and tucked between warm sheets, a
steaming cup of cocoa in her hands, before she realized what was happening.
“The
fire would have been fine,” she protested.
“You
need a nap. Relax and let me pamper you
a little.” Albus told her, determined to make up for not being there
earlier. “I’m sorry you had to go on
that walk by yourself, Tabby. I should
have been here.”
“Yes,
Albus, you should have…” she snapped out, then bit her bottom lip in
regret. “But then I shouldn’t have gone
out by myself either. What matters is
that we are both here and safe now. My
adventure took quite a lot out of me and I didn’t sleep well last night so I am
going to try to nap a bit.”
Albus
nodded and stood from his seat on the side of the bed but before he could go
Minerva caught his hand. “Why don’t you
join me?” She asked quietly.
Robes
hastily thrown to the floor, Albus quickly climbed beneath the covers and
spooned himself around Minerva’s body.
~o~
A
low moan woke Albus from his nap along with a sharp kick against the hand
resting against Minerva stomach.
“Tabby?”
he questioned but received no response.
‘She’s still sleeping’ he realized.
He saw a grimace pass over her sleeping features and her hand jerked
toward her back. Understanding instantly
that she was having another back spasm, Albus began to gently massage the
aching area. Gradually Minerva’s
features relaxed and she settled back into a peaceful sleep.
Still
concerned about the effect Minerva’s struggle might have on her, Albus decided
to call Poppy so he moved into the sitting room and knelt before the fire. Throwing a handful of floo powder into the
flames, he called her name and gradually began to see the interior of her small
flat… and something more.
Poppy
shrieked when Albus’ head popped out of the fire, pushed Alastor off of her and
grabbed the blanket on the back of the sofa to cover herself.
“Don’t
you two ever stop?” Albus groused, although secretly he was amused. Time was closing in on the year that he had
bet Alastor but the couple seemed to be growing closer and closer all the time.
Alastor
simply growled as he pulled his robes closed.
“Is
something wrong, Albus?” Poppy questioned while struggling to pull her clothes
back on beneath the cover of the blanket.
“Not
really… I just wanted to ask. Minerva
seems to be acting… a bit strange.”
“In
what way?”
“Well,
I behaved like a complete ass this morning and she didn’t flay me with her
tongue. I caught her cleaning my
quarters and insisted that she come back to bed even though she didn’t want to. Her back hurt too much for her to lie down,
she said.”
Poppy
laughed. “She’s nesting, Albus. Pregnant women tend to go into cleaning mode,
as their time to deliver grows closer.
They want a clean safe environment to welcome their babies in to. As for
not being angry with you, I know that she has missed you tremendously the last
two weeks. I’m sure Min just didn’t want
to spend all your time together fighting.”
“And
I had to go get stuck in Dippet’s office all day.” Albus sighed. “Min finally gave up and went for a walk
without me and got caught out in a sudden snow storm. I tucked her in bed and gave her hot
cocoa. Should I do anything else?”
Poppy’s
brows furrowed a bit. “Where is she
now?”
“She’s
sleeping. She went to sleep almost
immediately and has barely stirred since… except for a back spasm. She’s been having a good bit of back pain
today but…”
“But
what?” Poppy demanded Albus answer, ignoring his slight blush.
“Well…
we were a bit… vigorous last night… but careful,” he quickly added. “Oh… and we saw the most amazing thing. I was ki… talking to
the baby and it pushed its tiny foot right up against the top of Tabby’s
belly. We could see every little toe and
the complete shape of his foot. It was
so clear I could have taken toe prints.”
“Where
did you say the imprint was?” Poppy asked, perhaps too casually.
“Up
at the very top of Min’s belly. She
could see it just as clearly as I could.”
“I
wish that I had seen it too.” Poppy offered.
“I haven’t seen Min in over a week.
Why don’t I just pop in and make sure there aren’t any lasting effects
from her stroll through the woods?”
Albus
nodded. “You can’t floo through to here
because of the guards but I’ll contact the Headmaster and ask if you can use
his fire. Give me ten minutes and if I
haven’t called back everything is okay.”
Poppy
smiled sweetly until Albus face disappeared then she jumped from the sofa and
threw her clothes on.
“What
in the name of Merlin are you doing, woman?” Alastor asked, having thought that
they would finish their previous activities before Poppy took off.
“I’m
getting ready to go to Hogwarts,” Poppy told him as she pulled her medicine bag
from the closet and began to check its contents.
“You’re
only going for a short visit. You don’t
need to take the entire flat!” Moody groused as summoned robes flew from the bedroom.
“I
don’t know how long I’ll be there,” Poppy answered, ignoring his sour look, “I
think that Min is in labour.”
“What? Albus didn’t say that.”
“Albus
probably doesn’t realize and he doesn’t need to until I get there or he’ll be
in a panic. Nesting usually occurs
closer to the time of birth than Min is and the way he talked about her back
hurting… if the baby’s foot was pushing
against Min’s upper stomach then it may have turned into the birthing position. She may not be but just in case, I am going
prepared.”
~o~
Chapter
Twenty-five
Twenty
minutes later Poppy appeared in Dumbledore’s sitting room, happily chatting
with Armando Dippet while Alastor Moody stomped sullenly along behind. Albus greeted them cheerfully, offering the
men a warming glass of Old Ogden’s firewhisky while Poppy slipped into the
bedroom to check on a still sleeping Minerva.
She
reappeared a few moments later, perched on the arm of Alastor’s chair, stole
his glass and downed half of it.
“Is
everything all right?” Albus asked curiously.
“Min
is fin. No ill effects from her
afternoon stroll at all. She is still
resting quietly, didn’t even know that I was there.” Poppy stood and moved to
Albus side. “And in a few more hours you
are going to be a very proud papa indeed.”
The
half-filled whisky glass fell to the floor with a loud thunk as Albus stared at
Poppy, his mouth open and his eyes glazed.
The sound of rushing blood filled his ears.
“Albus…
Albus! Can you hear me?” Poppy’s voice
finally pierced the din inside of his head and Albus nodded. “I need to know if
you want to move Minerva back to the manor or to a hospital or let her deliver
her at Hogwarts.”
“I’m
sure that Isadora Comfit would be please to make the infirmary available to you
if you chose to stay here,” Armando offered.
“I
don’t know… we always just assumed that the baby would be born at the
manor. My mother has everything
prepared…” Albus trailed off, his eyes glued to the closed door separating him
from Minerva.
“Then
you’d rather go back to the manor?” Poppy questioned again. “If we are going to move Minerva we are going
to have to do it soon but if you’d rather stay here I see no reason to wake her
up. I don’t really understand how she’s
managing to sleep through the contractions but…”
As
if she heard Poppy’s statement, Minerva screamed loudly from the bedroom. Poppy raced to the door, leading Albus only
because he had to take time to stand up.
They
found Minerva on her knees near the bottom of the bed, clutching the tall
bedpost tightly. The scream faded away
because she hurt too badly to draw another breath to sustain it. She looked up at Poppy and Albus with wounded
eyes.
“It…
hurts… so bad,” she managed to gasp.
“Put
your arms around her belly, Albus,” Poppy directed. “Support her stomach. Min, we talked about focusing on a single
point and breathing rhythmically. Try
it.”
Minerva
tried to do as Poppy suggested but the pain was cutting through her so badly
she couldn’t keep her attention centered.
Even the feel of Albus hands rubbing her belly sent shards of agony
through her. She screamed again loudly
when she felt a rush of warmth between her legs.
“Poppy!”
Albus yelled, looking down at the damp pinkish stain on the bottom of Minerva’s
nightgown.
The
healer hurried back from where she was sorting through her medicine bag and
swore softly. “At least the decision is
made for us. Little Dumbles is going to
make his first appearance at Hogwarts quite a bit earlier than most children.”
Minerva’s
body seemed to sag with relief as the pain faded away. She lifted her head to look at Poppy.
“Yes,
my dear, you are in labour. But there is
absolutely nothing for you to worry about.
Your baby may be a bit small but he will be just fine. Many babies are born a few weeks early. Albus, why don’t you lift Minerva so that I
can fix the bed?”
Minerva
wrapped her arms around Albus neck, her head drooping to his shoulder as he
gently lifted her from the bed. “Would
you like to put on something dry, sweetheart?” he murmured.
“I
don’t have anything… I didn’t think I’d be needing nightgowns,” her voice
lowered, her embarrassment obvious.
“What
about one of my nightshirts? I like them
roomy so it should be plenty big.”
“Thank
you, Albus,” Minerva nodded, her forehead bumping against his jaw.
Once
Poppy had placed a thick layer of padding on the bed and replaced the damp
sheet she turned only to find that the couple had disappeared. She moved toward the lavatory and stopped in
the doorway, watching with a smile as Albus carefully tugged the hem of a
voluminous nightshirt over Minerva’s thighs.
A damp washrag and towel lay nearby.
“That
should feel better, my love,” he whispered as he slid an arm around her back.
A
gentle kiss was his reward but then Minerva hunched forward, her hands clinging
to Albus’ shoulders as another shard of pain racked her body.
“Hold
on to me,” Albus urged as his long fingers rubbed the taut muscles of her lower
back as they had done earlier.
Thankfully, the pain seemed a bit easier and ran its course quicker this
time.
“Back
to bed with you,” Poppy called. Albus
dutifully scooped Minerva into his arms and carried her to the bed while Poppy
continued, “I need to check you and see how far you’ve dilated.”
“Most
certainly!” A tiny witch in a nurse’s cap came bustling into the room, her
hands full of linen and potions jars.
“The headmaster called me. I hope
you don’t mind. There are two very nervous
men pacing the floor out there and an almost empty bottle of firewhisky. Why don’t you go join them, Professor?”
“I’d
rather stay with my wife, Madame Comfit.”
“We’ll
come and get you after the babe is born.
Out with you now!”
Minerva
grabbed Albus’ hand and gripped it for dear life. “NO!” She looked up at him with eyes full of
fear. “You promised!”
Albus
knelt by the bed, both of his hands closing around Minerva’s. “I did promise and I’m not going
anywhere. I helped my wife make the
child, Madame Comfit. I’m going to help
her deliver it as well.”
The
old woman glared at Albus, hands on her hips.
“It just isn’t done. You agreed
to this?” Her question was directed at Poppy.
“I
did,” Poppy refused to back down. “I’ve
fully instructed Professor Dumbledore on what to expect. His presence here will help keep his wife
focused.”
“She
should have her mother here, not her husband.”
Albus
started. “Mother… should I call our
parents, Tabby?”
“They
will never forgive us if we don’t but… I don’t want you to leave me.”
Poppy
looked up from where she was positioning Minerva’s feet. “Madame Comfit, would you mind terribly
asking Mr. Moody to call both sets of parents?”
She waited until the nurse had left the room before lifting the
nightgown over Minerva’s knees.
“I’m
glad that we didn’t attempt to move you anywhere, Min. It looks like you are going to be a mother
very soon. Another half inch and you
will be ready to push.”
“So
soon?” Albus was shocked. He’d heard
that deliveries normally took hours or even days.
“Min
has probably been in labour for most of the day. Her body was just so exhausted that she was
able to sleep through most of the pains.
She’s really very lucky.”
Albus
sat down on the bed beside Minerva and slipped his arm around her
shoulders. “Little Dumbles is almost
here, love. In a very short time we are
going to be mummy and daddy!”
“Too
late to back out now,” Minerva smiled weakly.
“Nervous?”
“Only
for you, Tabby. I want to tell you…
before things get too crazy… I want to say thank you…”
“For
the baby?”
“Of
course for the baby… but mostly… thank you for your love.”
“I
love you too, Al… bu…. AAAAAA!”
“Okay,
kids… it’s time!”
~o~
Chapter
Twenty-six
Moody
tromped back and forth across the already worn carpet in Albus’ sitting area,
pausing and flinching at every anguished cry that came from the next room.
‘What the hell are they doing to Min?’ he wondered to himself, relieved when
the scream finally faded. But he’d
barely taken a step when the next scream began.
“Oh
Lord!” Alastor whirled to find Angus and Catronia
McGonagall emerging from the portrait hole, the Dumbledores close behind. “Why did we wait so long?” Catronia wailed as she shrugged out of her heavy outer
clock.
“Because
Headmaster Dippet had to lower the guards to allow us to floo to his office and
then we had to walk here, my dear.” Angus told her while helping her with the
cloak that had somehow become stuck over her arms.
“Where
is Albus?” his mother demanded of Alastor.
Moody just grunted and pointed toward the closed door.
“He’s
in… HE CAN’T BE! It just isn’t done!” Catronia exclaimed.
“We should go in, Madelaine. We
can offer our assistance and send Albus out here.”
“Maybe
I should offer to help too.” For the first time Alastor noticed that Aberforth
had slipped into the room behind Armando Dippet. “I’ve got plenty of experience with birthings.”
“Aberforth
Dumbledore, I can’t believe that you would make jokes at a time like this!”
Madelaine turned on her younger son.
“Why, right now your sister-in-law is…”
At
that moment the lusty cry of a newborn baby rent the air.
“Oh
well,” Aberforth shrugged his shoulders at Moody as the parents embraced
happily. “Guess they managed without my
expertise after all.”
~o~
Poppy
cast one last spell over Minerva to help make her a bit more comfortable then
nodded for the house elf standing by to take the remaining soiled laundry.
“I’ll
just go out and let everyone know that you are fine.” She told the happy couple
cuddling in the bed. Albus, his arms
around Minerva and wrapped beneath hers to help support her precious package,
looked up and nodded. “Will you try to
hold them off for just a few minutes, Poppy?”
Poppy
rolled her eyes. “I’ll do my best,
Albus, but don’t count on more than a very few minutes knowing your
mothers.” She exited quietly, leaving
the new family alone.
Minerva
dropped her head to Albus shoulder and sighed deeply. “Isn’t she beautiful, daddy?”
“She
is the most beautiful creature that I’ve ever seen, next to her mother, of
course.” Albus answered as he stared down at his daughter. The baby stared back at her father intently;
the shape and green color of her eyes an exact match of her mothers. Albus would swear that he’d even been on the
receiving end of that same look before.
A thick layer of red fuzz covered her round head, suggesting that she
would have her father’s auburn locks.
“She looks just like you.”
“Well…
thank Merlin that she got my nose,” Minerva chuckled.
Albus
lifted his hand and softly stroked his daughter’s waving hand with his long
index finger. With reflexes amazing for
a newborn baby, she caught hold of the digit and held it tightly. Albus gasped.
As much as he had loved his child before she was born, that love
increased a thousand fold in that instant.
He thought that his heart might burst… it was so full.
A
single tear escaped the corner of Albus’ eye and drifted down his cheek,
hovered on his jaw for a few moments then fell to Minerva’s temple.
“Why
don’t you hold her?” Minerva offered.
“I…
I don’t know how,” Albus stuttered.
“She’s so tiny. I’ll break her.”
“If
you think that I am going to be doing all of the holding until she gets bigger
then you had best think again, Albus Dumbledore,” Minerva told her husband in a
firm tone but her eyes were laughing.
“Just support her head like Poppy showed us…” She carefully transferred
the baby into the crook of Albus right arm then leaned back into his left
shoulder and offered her fingers. Once
again the baby grabbed them.
“Hello,
my kitten. I’m your daddy and this is
your mummy. We are very glad to finally
meet you.”
A
knock on the door heralded the end to their quiet time together. Albus grimaced slightly. “You are about to meet your
grandparents. Now, I know that they will
make funny looking faces and strange noises at you but you will just have to
overlook that. They really are very
nice.”
“Come
in!” Minerva beckoned, her shoulders shaking as she struggled to contain her
laughter.
Madelaine
and Catronia rushed the bed immediately while Wulfric
and Angus followed at a more sedate pace.
Aberforth stuck his head around the door, his hand covering his
eyes. “Is it safe?” He called.
“Get
in here, Uncle Aberforth!” Albus demanded.
“Meet the most perfect child ever born!”
Back
in the outer room Poppy tugged on Alastor’s hand. “Come meet little Dumbles. She’s absolutely gorgeous.”
But
Alastor resisted. “I… it’s a family
moment…”
“And
we are family. Come on!”
Realizing
that he either had to give in or cause a scene Alastor grudgingly allowed Poppy
to lead him into the bedroom and through the others to the side of the
bed. He prepared himself to utter some
nonsensical platitudes about the baby’s beauty but when he looked at the tiny
one he was immediately enraptured with her.
“She is… special…” Alastor didn’t know why that particular word was the
one that he spoke but he immediately knew it to be true. In his mind’s eye he saw the flash of golden
light and once again felt the surge of magic had marked the conception of this
baby, of that he was sure.
“She
she she… we can’t just keep
calling our granddaughter she… Surely you’ve managed to think of a name by
now?” Madelaine demanded suddenly.
“Well…
first of all we had to find out if we were having a son or a daughter and then
we wanted to see the baby… see what names suited her.” Minerva started.
“But
yes,” Albus continued, “she does have a name.
We thought long and hard about our choices… we wanted something that
reflected her family heritage yet was uniquely hers. We wanted the name to mean something to us as
well…”
“And
we couldn’t think of a better choice than names that mirror how we feel about
our daughter and each other…” Minerva interjected.
“So…
in keeping with the tradition of her mother’s name, we chose another goddess,
but Greek this time. Our daughter’s
third name is Aphrodite.”
“McGonagall
blood flows through her veins. I wish
for my daughter to be proud of her ancestry so her second name is an old Celtic
one, Grania.”
“I
could ask for nothing more than that my daughter be blessed with the same
intelligence and sweet spirit that her grandmother Dumbledore had.” Wulfric and
Madelaine nodded, knowing how close Albus had been to Wulfric’s
mother. “To that end we decided to give
her one of grandmother’s names. We shall
call our daughter Carys.”
“Carys,”
Aberforth repeated with a tear in his eye.
He had also been very fond of his grandmother.
“So
her name is Carys Grania Aphrodite Dumbledore, a
combination of good strong names, all meaning love.” The proud father finished
as he turned his daughter so that she could be seen fully. She surveyed the room and all the people in
it for a moment before screwing up her face and letting out a wail.
“What
did I do?” Albus asked frantically.
Minerva pushed the baby back securely against his chest. “She just missed your warmth.” But then the baby began to nuzzle against
Albus’ robes.
“I
think that perhaps a toast might be in order.
Why don’t we retire to the sitting room and have one.” Both Catronia and Madelaine recognized the baby’s desire and
quickly began to herd the men out. Soon
the little family was alone again, only Poppy left in the room with them.
“What
happened?” Albus questioned. “I would
have thought that my mother wouldn’t leave this room for weeks, not until her
grandchild did as well.”
“She
didn’t want Minerva to be embarrassed,” Poppy explained. “I’m afraid that Carys is going to have to go
back to her mother. What she wants right
now is the one thing that her father can’t provide.”
“I
will get my daughter anything she needs!” Albus protested indignantly.
Minerva
giggled. “She’s hungry, Albus. She needs to suckle.”
Albus
turned bright red as he quickly handed the baby over. “Should I leave?”
“That’s
up to you, my love. It isn’t as if
you’ve never seen my breasts before. But
if you would like to join the toasting I understand.” Minerva loosened the
front closure of her nightgown and began to draw the neck down.
“I’d
rather stay here.” Albus’ statement earned him a brilliant smile from his wife.
With
a bit of direction from Poppy and a supporting hand from Albus, Minerva soon
had the baby settled comfortably at her breast.
“I’ll
be joining the others for a bit of toasting myself,” Poppy offered. “It’s been a long day for me as well. Just give a shout if you need me.”
Albus
settled back against the pillows and pulled Minerva’s back into his chest. He thought of the many different defining
moments of his life, both good and bad.
Then he stared down at his daughter tugging feistily at her mother’s
breast, tiny fists hitting the milky white mounds as if to drive the life
sustaining fluid out faster, and knew that no other moment either past or
present, would ever match this one.
~finis~
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