Chapter 3: Oh Boy

Minerva sat in her office with her hand to her head as she stared at the school letters she had yet to send.

"Might as well tell him and get it over with you know," her middle child stated.

"Somehow I knew you two would know," Minerva said with a wry smile. She looked at the twins fondly as they walked up to her desk and gather the letters.

"We know it all," the boy smirked.

"Always have and always will," the girls laughed.

"You two are utterly impossible. Why do I love you?" Minerva sighed slumping tiredly into her chair.

"Because we are adorable."

"And we were kind enough to give you only an hour of pain when you were in labor with us unlike the others." The two stated as they left the woman's office headed to the owlary.

Minerva sighed placing a hand on her flat stomach.

"I love all my children dearly but I would love for you to be more like those two," she said before standing and heading to find her husband.


"Oh boy," Albus sighed.

"That's all you have to say!?" the eldest snapped.

"Oh boy, oh boy," Albus repeated shaking his head.

"Okay so it's not exactly planned but we can get through it. We're the Dumbledores after all by golly," the middle child stated.

"And we'll stick together," her twin added.

"Tell me something…what will happen to this baby?" Albus asked tiredly.

The twins held their hands up and intertwined them as their eyes turned white.

"Pain…pain comes from pink. Release comes the Dark Lord. Your child will be born unable to walk and will be kidnapped by the man that desires mother. You cannot keep this from happening for this path is the path the child must take to become the healer it will be born to be," the children said in distorted voices before their eyes returned to normal and they looked at their father.

"That's enough to make someone not have kids," the eldest girl stated.

"No…no it's not," Albus shook his head as he stood and went to find his wife.

"He's not going to tell her," the eldest son sighed.

"I wouldn't either. She has no business knowing…and you miss will not tell her," the middle child snapped at her sister.

"You lot always blame me," she grumbled.

"And rightly so. Obliviate!" the fourth born shouted pointing his father's wand at the girl.

The girl's eyes went cross eyed and then she blinked rapidly looking around confused.

"Where's dad?" she asked.

"Upstairs. Go on will be right up," her elder brother stated.

She nodded and unsurely headed upstairs.

"One of these days you two will get busted for shooting spells at everyone," the elder sighed.

"Doesn't matter if we do. We'll just keep doing it," the middle child stated turning off all the lights.

"You two are something," he laughed leading them upstairs to bed.