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Pixie Fever

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summary: Albus' daughter finds Minerva unconcious .....will love insue? ADMM duh!

Chapter 1: Rhea and Minerva

It was not every day that Albus' daughter came to visit him. In fact it was a very odd occurrence indeed for Rhea Allanah Dumbledore to show up Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when she was supposed to be at school at Valkins Academy of Magic in New York. But apparently the school had closed early for summer and her mother and step-father were away on business so here she was having breakfast at the teacher's table with all the professors and students staring at her.

"Papa is this why you didn't want me to come here? Because I'd get stared at so much?" the young fifteen year old beauty asked.

"Partly," Albus answered, "I'm sorry about this sweetie."

"No it's fine. I suppose that's my lot in life for being the daughter of a hero," Rhea teased patting his hand. Albus chuckled shaking his head in amusement.

"So where is the infamous Professor McGonagall? I get all these letters and Phawkes squawks nonstop about her. I came wanting to meet her and she's not here? I was under the impression punctuality was an OCD of hers," Rhea replied looking around the teachers table.

"OCD?" Albus asked.

"Obsessive Compulsive Disorder," Rhea replied.

"Oh…no she does not have that; and quite honestly I'm not sure where she is. It's not like her to be late," Albus frowned worriedly.

"Uh-oh I know that look. Why don't I go look for her?" Rhea asked standing.

"Rhea you don't know where her rooms are do you?" Albus asked.

"Well if I remember Gregory's stories then the Transfiguration private rooms are on the third floor by the Gryffindor Tower. The painting of Lord Gryffindor?" Rhea asked.

"Yes that's right…but be careful. You've never been here before I don't want you to get lost," Albus replied holding her wrist.

"Don't worry papa I'll be fine," Rhea smiled and pulled away exiting through the teachers' private entrance.

Rhea was impeccably good with directions and in no time at all had found Gryffindor Tower and the portrait. She looked up at the grand portrait of the former Headmaster and smiled.

"Godric Gryffindor I presume?"

"Yes, and who might you be my beauty?" the painting asked smiling.

"Rhea Dumbledore. I came to see what was keeping the Deputy is she up?"

"I do not know. She likes her privacy so we portraits aren't allowed in her bedroom," the painting replied. "Well can I go in and see?" Rhea asked.

"Depends on if you have the password?" Godric said.

"Umm….I thank papa said it was something about….Courage prevails?"

"Very good," the paining nodded and swung open for her.

She entered the simple but tasteful sitting room and sighed.

"Well this is definitely nothing mother would like. I love it!" she smiled crossing over to the only other door. She knocked lightly and when there was no answer she quietly opened the door and peered in.

From the light in the room Rhea gasped seeing a woman lying face down on the floor. She ran over the woman and gently turned her over brushing back the black curls.

"Good Lord she's hot as Hades," Rhea gasped as she picked up the discarded wand not far form the woman's hand. The wand sparked lightly and warmed Rhea. This was odd for a wand but the teenager shook it off and waved it levitating Minerva off of the ground and laying her back in the bed pulling the covers over her. She ran to the bathroom and got a cool wet rag to place on the woman's forehead before running into the sitting room and throwing some floor powder into the fireplace.

"Uh…the infirmary please."

An image of a small office with a woman in a nurse's robes came into view.

"Um he-hello are you the nurse for Hogwarts'?" Rhea asked.

"I am. What's wrong child?" Poppy asked kneeling before the flames.

"Um…well I'm Albus' daughter, Rhea. I'm in the Deputy's room and she has a very high fever and blisters around her mouth and ears. I think its Pixie Fever," Rhea said nervously.

"Oh dear I'll be right over…is Albus there?" Poppy asked concernedly.

"No he isn't…will you call him please. I don't want to leave the Professor alone," Rhea said disappearing form the flames. Poppy quickly gathered her things and sent a note to Albus' office before heading to Minerva's rooms.

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As it turn out Rhea was dead on in her diagnosis. Minerva had a terrible case of Pixie Fever; a terrible ailment characterized by high fevers, delusional conversations, and red hot pink blisters around the lips and ears.

The fever is incredibly contagious and as Albus and Rhea appeared to be the only ones that had ever had it apart from Poppy…it was not hard to discover who'd watch over the deputy.

"Papa she's really pretty," Rhea sighed as she sat in chair with her elbows on the bed.

"Yes she is," Albus nodded stroking his Deputy's hand while sitting on the bed.

"Papa I have a question," Rhea said sitting up.

"What is it sweetie?" Albus asked turning to the child.

"I've been reading up on the health and life of witches. Now tell me if I'm wrong but compared to mother and Gregory because they are muggles they are what they are. But I'm half witch so I'll live roughly seventy years over the muggle life and a pureblood witch will live about hundred or so more right?" Rhea asked.

"Yes that's correct," Albus said looking at his daughter oddly.

"So even though she's past child bearing age as a muggle she's still fairly fertile in magical worlds especially since she's a pureblood," Rhea said crawling on the bed.

"Yes?" Albus nodded still not understanding his daughter's thinking.

"Then when she's better you can tell her how much you love her and I can get a step-mother and maybe some siblings," Rhea deduced.

"What!?" Albus blinked.

"Daddy really…even Evan and Eric can tell you're in love with Miss McGonagall and they're idiots," Rhea snorted.

"You really shouldn't call your brothers idiots," Albus chastised.

"No I really should because they really are. What's more is they think because they are older they can do what ever they want with me and let me tell you…I am NOT into getting impregnated by my step-father's spoiled trust fund children," Rhea huffed.

"Impregnated!? Where were your mother and Gregory when this was happening," Albus snapped.

"He was working and she was socializing. I get money and a kiss on the head as thy go out the door and leave me with my brothers. Although after last time I don't think they'll try getting on top of me for a while," Rhea smirked.

"What did you do?" Albus asked curiously trying to control his anger at his ex-wife and her family.

"Hexed them where the sun doesn't shine," Rhea said proudly.

"Rhea are you still a…you're still a virgin aren't you?" Albus asked leaning over to take his daughter's hand in his.

"Yes. They never actually tried to enter me till this past break when I hexed them. After that I begged mum and Gregory to send me to you. They were going to Canada so they agreed," Rhea replied, "But its okay now because I'm back with you. And I can still be your little robin right?"

"You will always be my robin," Albus smiled pulling her into his lap and kissing her head. She sighed happily snuggling into his arms as they watched the professor sleep.

After a while of watching her Rhea started to hum a song from one of her favorite musicals. Albus smiled as he rubbed her back remembering the last time he had gotten to visit he had taken her to the performance. He quietly sang in harmony with her humming his voice a deep and rich baritone.

Some enchanted evening
you may see a stranger,
you may see a stranger
across a crowded room
And somehow you know,
you know even then
that somewhere you'll see her
Again and again.

Rhea smiled as she listened to his voice and imagined a party where an auburn haired wizard would spy an ebony haired beauty and ask for a dance. Her eyes fixated on Minerva's sleeping form she joined in; her voice light and sweet.

Some enchanted evening
Someone may be laughin',
You may hear her laughin'
Across a crowded room
And night after night,
As strange as it seems
The sound of her laughter
Will sing in your dreams.

With his daughter's voice Albus pictured a Ministry Ball a few years ago when he realized he was in love with his Deputy. It was the moment he had zeroed in on her laughter across the crowded room and had stared fixated on her form for several minutes wishing she was his.

Who can explain it?
Who can tell you why?

Albus sang softly kissing Rhea's head.

Fools give you reasons,
Wise men never try.

Rhea said looking up into his blue eyes pointedly. Albus smiled and nodded as they both sang the ending.

Some enchanted evening
When you find your true love,
When you feel her call you
Across a crowded room,
Then fly to her side,
And make her your own
Or all through your life you
May dream all alone.

Rhea soon fell asleep with her head on his shoulder.

Albus kept a tight hold of her as he tried to figure out a way to get full custody of her and how to tell Minerva he was in love with her. Neither women heard how softly nor how heart felt he sang to himself.

Once you have found her,
Never let her go.
Once you have found her,
Never let her go!