For several hours the little station wagon was very silent before Dumbledore declared it to be time for lunch and pulled into a small roadside café. "Alright everyone get out and go straight to the restroom and then we'll see about getting a table," McGonagall replied as she stepped out of the car and stretched. Not needing to be told twice, Harry quickly excused himself from the others and practically ran into the restaurant. "How long do you suspect he has been holding it," Alisia chuckled falling in step with Dumbledore and McGonagall? "I haven't the foggiest but I would believe it best not to mention it again," he replied as he also walked into the restroom followed closely by Snape. "Indeed," McDore replied as she and McGonagall walked into the women's facilities.
"So where exactly are we headed to," Harry asked as they sat at a table? "You will be staying at my house in Leith, just outside of Edinburgh. It has an excellent view of the night sky, which is why I named it Star Cottage," Alisia explained. Harry nodded in understanding as he turned his attention toward their waitress and gave his order. The waitress then turned to Albus who ordered for himself and Minerva, and Severus who ordered for himself and Alisia. The five sat in a relatively calm silence till the waitress returned with their drinks. "So am I to stay with Professor McDore all summer," Harry asked while sipping his coke? "Officially you are only staying for a week. After that you have a hearing at the ministry that will determine your new home and guardianship," Albus calmly explained. "And until you are safely in your new home, I'm sorry to stay you are stuck with the four of us," Alisia laughed. "I don't think our company is that bad," Minerva retorted. "Nor do I," Alisia corrected herself, "but you must remember dear deputy that we are grown people and may not be who a young teenager like Harry wants to spend time with. This revelation caused all but Snape to laugh and greatly eased the mood.
"So does that mean I really won't have to go back to the Dursley's, and I can stay with whom ever I want," he asked hopefully? "Partially," Albus chuckled but upon seeing his confused look he continued, "you won't have to go back, but you can't choose whom ever you want." "Oh." "You see Harry, Albus had a talk with the Ministry and had quite a few strings pulled for you. They are willing to cancel the Dursley's guardianship of you, but you will not choose who your new ones will be. It will be decided from among those who have petitioned for your custody and the ministry will pick from the list passed on many different aspects as to which would be the best environment for you," McGonagall explained as their food arrived. "Oh okay, I guess that makes since," he said thoughtfully, "do you know who has petitioned for me Professor Dumbledore?" "As of yesterday when the ministry closed the list, I believe the names on it were the Weasely's, Professor McGonagall and company, and Professor McDore and company," Snape replied. "Does that mean that you two are married Professors," Harry asked the two women? "Uh, well yes it does," they replied as their hands slowly made their way under the table to clasp their husbands'.
Who's driving now," Harry asked as they walked back out to the car. "I am," Snape replied as he and Alisia climbed into the front of the car and Harry, Minerva, and Albus climbed into the back. "So why are you two petitioning for me," Harry asked staring at the two women? "Well, I am because my husband I our sick of seeing you so depressed from living in a place like that," Alisia replied. "And I am because I care very much for you Harry," McGonagall replied. "But I thought you didn't like to show favoritism to your students Professor," he grinned. "I don't, but we're not at school now are we Harry," she smiled. "Touché Professor." He replied turning toward the window.
The group rode in silence for several minutes before Alisia turned the radio back on. Turning it to a classical station she started a very heated debate over who wrote the actual piece that was being played. "I sat it is Mozart's," said Snape. "You're wrong Severus it's Chopin's," McGonagall explained. "I believe you are both wrong, my dear," Albus said as he gently patter the professor's knee, "for you see the piece is most definitely Schumann's." "Poppycock," she replied, "It is Chopin!" "NO it is Schumann." "Is not" "Is to" "Is not" "It is too!" "It is not!" "It is," he replied sticking his tongue out at her. "Would you both just shut up," Alisia exclaimed exasperatedly, "It amazes me to no end that the older you get the younger the two of you act! Besides that all three of you are wrong it is Tyckoskiy, specifically from his ballet Sleeping Beauty. Merlin help my sanity if any of our children ever act like you… oh dear," she gasped as she saw Harry's face in the mirror.
"Why would your children act like Professor McGonagall and the headmaster," he started till the realization of the words hit him, "unless… of course you're their daughter right?" "Uh yes," she replied. "And you two are married," he exclaimed pointing at the two sitting next to him. "Yes we are," Albus replied. " Well that explains her perfect posture, red hair, green eyes, and love of lemon drops. Not to mention the way all of you look and talk to each other," he said. "Are we that obvious," McGonagall exclaimed? "Well most the people think that you're just really good friends, but there are a few Gryffindors that have a bet going about whether you were with Snape or Dumbledore," Harry grinned sheepishly. "Have you taken apart in this bet," Alisia laughed. "Actually I just won! I said they had to be together and after what Professor McGonagall said last year when I was caught with the D.A. I kind of got the feeling you had a kid too," he replied. "I don't remember saying anything that would give that away," McGonagall said. "No you didn't," Harry agreed, "but it was the way you looked and Professor Dumbledore when you asked if he would go to headquarters and the way he looked at you when he said no, that lead me to believe something more." "Oh," was all she said.
"Well now that you know Harry, I trust you will keep our secret and that you have many questions to ask," Albus replied. "Uh, that would be yes to both," Harry replied, "So how long have you two been married?" "Last March made it 44 years," Albus replied. "And what about you Professor McDore," he asked? "What about me," she asked unbuckling her seatbelt and turning around to face him? "Well you said you were married right? So who to and for how long," he pressed. Giving a small glance to her husband she took a deep breath and replied, "this Saturday I will be married fifteen years to the former Potions Master of Hogwarts." "What," he exclaimed, "you mean Snape! As in Professor Snape!" "Yes Potter I am married is it really that hard to comprehend," Snape asked looking in the rearview mirror? "W-w-well I-it's," he stammered, "this is just to bizarre. But Congratulations to both couples." "Thank you," they all replied. "So do you have any kids," he asked? "Not yet but we are expecting one by early February," Alisia smiled. "Well congratulations again," he replied, "So what about you Professor McGonagall do you have any more kids besides Alisia?" A strange look passed around the adults and Harry felt the mood drastically change as Albus gave his wife's had a reassuring squeeze as she began her explanation.