Hermione woke in a cold sweat, it had been 27 years since the battle at Hogwarts and still her nightmares were as vivid as the day it happened. She reached her arm across the bed in search for her lover only to be met by an empty bed. In her confusion she sat bolt upright and gazed around the room in search for her missing bed partner, it was then she spotted her by the window. In an effort not to startle her, she quietly stretched and pulled the covers back, she was sure that she would have caught her attention but no her beautiful wife continue to stare absent-mindedly out of the window.
Hermione swiftly transformed herself into her Animagus form and began to rub herself in and around the feet of her lover making her gasp and smile all at the same time. She felt the older woman bend over and pick her up, "Kitten, you really mustn't sneak up on me like that, you'll give me a heart attack one of these days." The little blonde cat rubbed her head against her cheek and purred lightly before Hermione transformed herself back.
Momentarily gazing into the other woman's eyes before turning her around to face the window and wrapping her arms around her waist. "Sorry, darling didn't mean to frighten you, is something wrong?" her lover turned around to face Hermione once more, "No sweetheart, just couldn't sleep. Can you believe summer is nearly over and our last is graduating this year?" Hermione smiled, "Yes, five down and one to go, it feels like I blinked and just arrived here sometimes. Please come back to bed Minerva, you know I hate sleeping without you."
"Very well my love, only if you kiss me first!" Hermione chuckled, "That is blackmail you know, however it is the sort I would kindly oblige." She pulled her wife into a searing kiss, and as they broke apart Minerva's panting caused Hermione to bit her lip to suppress the urge to throw the woman down and have her way with her. "Twenty seven years and you still take my breath away; I love you Hermione Jean Granger, with every fibre of my being." "And I love you, Minerva Fiona McGonagall." The two climbed into bed and curled up into each other arms, and peacefully drifted back to sleep.
Their alarm went off at 7:00am, Minerva rolled over and groaned, while Hermione sprang to life to stop the deafening noise. However this alarm was one you had to catch first. "Young lady if you insist on waking your grandmother and me up every morning of the summer, you could at least be gentle." Minerva scolded her rather hyper grand-daughter shaped alarm clock; who was still currently jumping up and down on the bed. Hermione laughed as she reached out and pulled the little girls legs out from underneath and she landed on her bum in the middle of the bed. "Hey, what's the big idea?" Alice Weasley sat in a rather crumpled heap as her two grandmothers burst into fits of laughter.
"Alice Miriam Weasley." Melinda Weasley called out to her daughter as she entered her mother's room, "You had better not be in your grandmother's room again, oh for God sake how many times must I tell you..." She stopped mid-sentence, as she thought it strange that she couldn't see her daughter and both of her mothers were still asleep. Well, that was until she heard a small hushed giggle from below the cover, and before she knew it herself she was pulled under the blankets by one set of strong arms and a pair of tiny ones to.
"Gotcha Mummy," "Yeah gotcha Mummy." Chuckled her younger mother. "I do wish you two wouldn't encourage this kind of behaviour." "Yes, well Mrs Weasley I distinctly remember that before Alice here, our previous alarm clocks name was hhhhmmmmm...Melinda, wouldn't you agree my love." Melinda blushed she was never going to stop Alice now, "Yes, Yes Melinda, I do believe that was her name!"
"Ahem, excuse me anyone for breakfast?" George Weasley stood at the door in a chef's hat and an apron, "Me, please daddy," the other three laughed and nodded their heads. "Ok, scrambled eggs a la 'Weasley' coming up." He smiled and tipped his hat to those in the bed. "Grandma, after breakfast can we go to the lake and take a picnic and maybe go to the forest."
"Maybe, we can see some unicorns," a voice called out from the door way. It belonged to Violette Mcgonagall, as she said it she wandered into the room and sat on the bed beside her sister. Next, in wander Penelope the youngest McGonagall, with her crying nephew hanging on her hip, "Oh I do wish you would stop making such a fuss," "Oh here darling, I will take him." Minerva moved off the bed to take her grandson from her daughter. She began to sing to the child in question as she walked aimlessly around the room.
"Hush, little baby, don't say a word.
Grandma's gonna buy you a mockingbird
And if that birds song won't fill the room,
Grandma's gonna buy you a magic broom,
And if that broom won't fly at all,
Grandma's gonna buy you a shiny new rememberall
And if that rememberall gets broke,
Grandma's gonna buy you a sneakoscope
And if that sneakoscope lets you down,
You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town.
"Oh mum I do wish you would sing more often, we use to love hearing you sing when we were younger." "Good morning everyone," Claudia and Astra McGonagall sang as they entered the room, followed quickly by Lola Weasley, Melindas middles child. She looked up at her grandmother Hermione and reached her arms out, not even making a sound. "Say please, Lola, can you say up," "Oh Melinda don't worry she will talk when she needs to, I think the other two make enough noise for all of us." Hermione chuckled as she leant over a lifted the quiet girl into her lap. Minerva had finally settled Alexander and she turned around, she took in the wonderful sight on the bed, "I love it when we are all together in the morning, all my beautiful girls and boy in one room what more could I ask for."
"Well not all of us mum." Violette quickly, "OOOHHH," she received a very painful blow to the arm. "Astra, what the bloody hell was that for?" She hadn't notice Hermione swiftly get out of the bed and leave the room, tears burning her eyes as she thought about her absent daughter. "Oh leaping unicorns, I am sorry, I shouldn't have said that." "Not to worry dear, your mother is not angry at you, she is angry at your sister, six years and she hasn't t had the decency to write." Minerva shook her head as she headed out after her wife.
"Hermione, darling," she called as she entered her wife's favourite room in the house, the library. "Yes, my love," Hermione sniffled, from the back of the room. Minerva approached her cautiously and wrapped her arms around her waist pulling her in to her warm embrace. Hermione completely surrendered to her wife and buried her head in Minerva's chest. "" I just miss her so, much. We don't even know if she is safe, because those bloody idiots down at the ministry won't tell us anything. They probably don't even know is she is alive for Merlin sake."
Just as Minerva had pulled Hermione in tighter, there was a loud crash, and it sounded like it was coming from upstairs. The two women jumped apart and drew their wands, the only thing that was up there was the attic; no one ever went into the attic. They proceeded out of the library met by three out of the four present daughters, "Where are the children," Hermione asked, "Penelope is watching the kids, much to her distaste."
The climbed the stairs to the attic, swiftly but silently careful they didn't alert the intruder to their present. They stopped as they reached the door of the attic, Violette stepped forward to open the door, and right at that moment it swung open, hitting her in the face causing a terrible crunch. Everyone attention was now on Violette instead of the intruder.
"Oh sis, I am sorry..." everyone looked up in shock, Claudia scowled at her older sister as did Astra, Penelope who had left the children with George down the stairs smiled, "You always did have to make an entrance," she smirked as she threw her arms around her older sister. "Olivia Jane McGonagall, explain yourself this instant, where the hell have you been?" "I will explain everything, first though..." Olivia declared she point her wand at her glaring sister, "Episkey, there much better." She stepped out of the attic followed by someone else no one had noticed till now.
Narcissa Malfoy stepped out of the shadows revealing herself, Violette leapt off the ground and pointed her wand at the woman's face. "How dare you show your face here, you, you bit..." "Oh that is quite enough you idiot she is with me." Minerva and Hermione gasped, "What is the meaning of this Olivia," questioned Hermione. "Narcissa is my partner...in the field," she swiftly added, "an Auror, just like me" she placed a protective arm around her blonde partner. "I am sorry we had to meet, like this, excuse our barging in and don't worry I understand your feeling towards me more than you know. If this could have been done any other way then it would have been, but with what we have to tell you, you will see I may come in handy." The blonde woman spoke calmly but the fear of being hexed could be seen in her eyes.
"I think you may want to sit down for this, why don't we go to the dining room." They six McGonagall women lead the way and the seventh stayed a few steps behind whispering to her partner. Once they had reached the dining room every sat in places they had grown accustom to and Olivia and Narcissa stood. " I take it none of you have seen the Daily prophet or the Quibbler today..." She was interrupted by her younger sister, Penelope, "so it is true, what their saying isn't simply scaremongering." Her head bowed, "No, sweetheart I am afraid it is true." "What, What is true?" "Well if you stopped interrupting me then I tell you, regretfully I am here to inform you that...Bellatrix Le Strange has escaped from Azkaban" everyone gasped, "No that simply cannot be true, nobody escapes from Azkaban once, let alone twice," howled Minerva.
Narcissa stepped forward, "I am sorry to say but it is in fact true, my sister has once again escaped the clutches of the dementors. And they say she is after one person..." "Who?" everyone asked, "You... Mrs McGonagall." The five girls gasped and turn to their mother. "Why, Hermione," questioned Minerva, tears welling up in her eyes, not this again she thought, fearing for her wife's life and the girls, she felt like she had taken a shot to the heart, she had hoped the girls would never know this kind of danger.
The Bellatrix Le Strange Kind.