Disclaimer: All events and characters of this chapter are the creation of myself, except for Minerva and Albus, who are the creation of J.K. Rowling
A/N Forgive me..Albus just had to be the Daddy. Aren't they the perfect couple? I bet this probably isn't an idea I myself have been the solitary creator of, but, this story is indeed mine. And as I'm reading, I appologize now for all my continuity errors of the past! Wow...this story didn't flow very well at all, but I will try to fix that as I go.
Meeting Daddy
When they arrived in the cottage that Minerva called home, Albus was waiting for her at the door, pacing so that his footsteps had worn into the packed earthen path to the threshold. He nearly lept to the carriage-side to lift Sreana from Minerva's arms.
Sreana looked over the two adults she would now be calling Mama and Daddy. Minerva was a tall-ish woman with brown hair that hung to her shoulders, and spectacles that slightly hid her caring eyes. She had an air of someone who would not tolerate trouble about her, but the man who held Sreana was full of mischeif and tenderness. He was already greying, but only slightly, and as he wrapped one arm around Minerva and held Sreana so that her head rested against his shoulder, he led the two of them into the cottage.
As Minerva moved to the range where dinner sat simmering, she smiled back at the man who held Sreana, her voice was slightly shaky as she said "you didn't have to start dinner Albus" and Sreana looked up at the man's face, seeing a twinkle in his eye as he smiled down at her. "Come little one, let us see what trouble we can cause in the nursery?"
His grin grew as he looked across the kitchen to Minnie. When she'd learned that she'd never bear another child, Minerva had nearly gone insane. But Albus had had this little one in mind for some time, and he was proud of Minerva for picking her out of a croud of children he knew must've been hard to pass up for this little urchin, but the four year old child wrapped in his arms would have a rough life for all the indulgence she'd get from her new parents.
They went into the nursery, and Albus played with Sreana, pulling out a little broom, and pretending to sweep the floor with it. He laughed amusedly, as Sreana straddled the broom to pretend to be a witch, and started galloping around the room, little would she know that some day, a simple command would raise the broom from the floor and she could soar!
After supper, they tucked Sreana in, wrapping her warmly in several soft blankets. She slept soundly for the first time in a long time, no nightmares which had plagued her for so long seemed able to penetrate the walls of the cabin around her, and the soft blankets she was wrapped in kept her warm against the howling winds outside.
