But hey! That's the way the story went...
Chapter Two - Albus?
Minerva McGonagall was at a complete loss of what to do.
Albus was gone.
Just... Gone.
Where was he?
Was he alright?
She didn't know...
She'd just woke up, and he wasn't there.
At first she'd thought he might be in his office, or maybe in his old chambers, not that he'd slept there any time in the last month...
But no...
Minerva sat on her bed, in her ivory silken nightgown, wondering where he could be.
Running her fingers through her long hair, she remembered the events of last night.
"Albus?" -That was her, weak and scared, falling onto her lover for support.
"Hmm...?" He was trying to work, he didn't need her petty interruptions.
"Albus, Albus can I talk to you?" Her voice broke at the end of her sentence.
Albus looked up for the first time to see Minerva, pale and shaky, with tears running down her face.
"Minerva?" He stood up, and came to stand by her.
After holding her at arms length, and studying her for a moment or two, he pulled her into a gentle hug, and tried to give her cold arms some of his warmth.
"What is it, Tabby?" He asked, as she pulled away from him.
She looked down at the floor, and clasped her hands, unsure of how to tell him.
"Albus... I..." Another tear rolled down her cheek.
He frowned, wishing he knew how to comfort her. Was she ill? Hurt? ...What?
She shivered, and only then did Albus notice how she was still dressed in her silken nightgown; her arms bare and shaking from the cold air of a castle in winter.
He took off his outer robe and placed it around her, kissing her forehead as he did.
She took his hand, holding it in both of hers.
Albus tried not to shiver at the pure ice of her skin.
"Albus... I, I've just been with Poppy... I, she..." Minerva swallowed, biting back sobs.
"Min, are you ok? Are you ill, I, I can take you to St. Mungo's... or.."
Minerva smiled and shook her head. "No, no..."
Licking her lips, and taking a deep breath and another round of shivers caught her, she looked into Albus's eyes.
"Re, remember what we were talking about the other day? Um.. family, and, uh... things."
Albus's eyes darkened as he remembered their argument, their shouting, and how sparks (literally) flew at each other.
He turned his head slightly, still looking at Minerva.
He looked away suddenly, thinking. 'What was the date? Oh my'. "Minerva?" He asked, frowning.
She looked down at the floor.
"Minerva!" He repeated, more harshly this time.
Min looked up to see his eyes, before caring and concerned, now angry and blazing with contempt.
"Albus... I..." She wrung her hands, wishing there was something she could say, something she could do. "I'm sorry." She pleaded, tears welling in her eyes.
"MINERVA!" He boomed. "We talked about this! You know why we can't have children! We're putting the students in danger enough by being here, but a child of our own? Do you really want to subject an innocent minor to a life-time of secrecy, to a life-time of being hidden away? That is, if Voldemort doesn't kill them first!" He shouted, face contorted with rage.
Minerva screwed up her eyes, rocking back and forth slightly on her feet. 'Please God, Please.' She prayed.
"MINERVA! Listen to me, for Goodness' sake!" Albus slapped her, clean across the face.
A sob escaped her, and Minerva braced herself for what was to follow.
"You bitch! You don't care at all, do you?" Albus's voice was cold, cruel, uncaring. "Do you?" Another slap turned Minerva's pale face pink.
As Albus continued to verbally and physically beat Minerva, several students who had been attracted by the sound of raised voices watched in horror. The headmaster beating his deputy?
In hushed voices they conferred the best plan of action, then all hurried off to the medical wing to fetch the Matron.
Albus left only when Minerva lay slumped on the floor, to weak to move.
He looked back at her from the door, and saw her looking at him, with her large green eyes, swollen from crying.
'Albus..' She tried to reach him through occlumency, but he shut his mind.
"You don't care for anyone but yourself. Bitch." He spat the last word, and left, closing the door behind him.
As Albus left Poppy ran in, just in time for Minerva to recognise her before she passed out.
She sat on the edge of the bed, and cried.
Annoyed with herself for becoming damn pregnant in the first place, annoyed that Albus had run away, annoyed that she was so god damn weak!
She stood up, wincing slightly as her back twinged, and walked over to the mirror.
'Oooh.' She thought, upon seeing the somewhat bruised reflection.
'Nothing a little glamour won't hide, though.' She thought to herself, casting the charm.
At breakfast, she couldn't help but shiver when she saw his empty seat, and wondered if he would ever reclaim the seat in her heart.
If he would ever accept her, and just let her be.
The students who fetched Poppy at breakfast watched their teacher, and were the only ones to notice how she winced when she moved, and the occasional tear that graced her face.
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Kimmy XD