Summery: This is a story where we meet Minerva's father. We learn why she does not like him. Bad summery I know.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did Min and Albus would be a couple, and Albus would not be gay. But I do own this idea, Melody, and Jove.

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Minerva's Past

Minerva couldn't help but wonder what Poppy could want as she made her way to
the Infirmery. She had gotten a letter from Poppy eariler that day asking her
to stop by. As she reached the door of the Infirmery, Minerva realized what
this visit must be about. Her guess was that albus had told Poppy of her case of what she tought was food poisoning. It made her smile to think about how much her husband cared about her.

That happiness only lasted a few moments, for as soon as she stepped in Poppy
started to fuss over her.

"Is this going to take long, Poppy? I do have papers to mark."

"It will take as long as it takes, Min. Now go lie down so that I can do some
tests."

Minerva sat on the edge of her chair, tapping her foot anxiously as Poppy
pulled a scroll of parchment and read it, her brow furrowed. Minerva had just
spent the last quarter hour being subjected to various potions and spells, and
was ready to get back to her marking. Finally, Poppy looked up at her, a
slightly bemused expression on her face.

"Congratulations, Minerva," she said with a faint smile.

Minerva blinked. "What on earth do you mean?"

"What on earth do I mean, Min, honestly," snorted Poppy, handing Minerva the
scroll of parchment. "You're pregnant."

Minerva stared at her, then looked down at the scroll of parchment. Her mind
seemed to have gone blank.

"," she finally muttered under her breath.

Poppy was smirking slightly at her. "Do I even want to know how this all
came about?"

"I don't think it's any of your business, Poppy," snapped Minerva, tossing
the parchment into the wastepaper basket and standing up. She cleared her
throat. "So, er, how far along am I?"

"About three months," replied Poppy nonchalantly, straightening out the
potions on her desk. "All that vomiting - morning sickness."

Aha. So it had been Albus who had tipped her off.

"What am I supposed to do?" Minerva asked.

Poppy shrugged. "Keep eating right, try to avoid flying and Floo powder,
don't do anything stupid."

"Right," muttered Minerva, flustered. "Well, if that's all, I... I think I
should be going." She started for the door.

"I assume I should give Albus my congratulations the next time I see him?"
called Poppy after her, smirking more than ever.

Minerva stopped in the doorway and turned.

"Yes, I suppose you should," she said shortly.

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