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Minerva was determined as she stomped through the castle not paying any heed to the few students she storm past. She had walked these halls many times before, but never so resolute in her purpose. The majority of students at Hogwarts were all in their common rooms at this time of night. Only the few that snuck out past curfew for a late night snog with other students from different houses were out at this late at night. She didn't even stop to scold them as she continued onto her study.

Turning a sharp corner, she hit a figure rounding the corner at the same time. Minerva stumbled backward and used the cold stone wall as help to steady herself. There was a slight 'humph' sound from the woman who now lay on the floor.

"How dare you…Minerva! What are you doing at Hogwarts? You're supposed to be in the hospital if I do remember correctly," sneered Umbridge. She was of course alluding to the stunners she had hit Minerva with when the Transfiguration's professor was trying to protect her friend, Hagrid.

"Dolores…how misfortunate to see you again. I do hear that you will be leaving soon, but I suppose that soon is never soon enough." Minerva lips curled up into a taunting smirk. She knew that Umbridge would be leaving soon thanks to the terrible incident at the ministry. It turns out in the end that both Voldemort and the Golden Trio with their friends had finally managed to get the terrible pink fluff of a teacher fired.

Minerva could remember the first day she had met Dolores Jane Umbridge in Dumbledore's office nine days before the start of term. She had worn the same outfit she was wearing today, a knit pink sweater and plaid pink skirt. It was almost ironic that she wore the same outfit now. Even then she couldn't wait for the pompous pink pigmy puff to be dismissed from her office at Hogwarts, but at what price had they won it?

By this time, Dolores had managed to gain her footing once again. She seemed angry and indigent. She still believed in the power of the Ministry despite recent revelations. She still felt as though Dumbledore had done something and was trying to place himself within the Ministry. That she could not allow. "I am still the head of this place you manage to call a school. Now, if you do not remove yourself from the premise, I will have to remove you by force, and you should remember quite well what force I am talking about. If not, I believe I left a couple scars as reminders."

Minerva eyes narrowed into slits as she let out a growl deep within their throat. "Dolores, I am simply going to my quarters to gather some things that I may need while staying at the hospital. So you best move before I give you a room at St. Mungo's right next to mine."

"This is still my school! I know your trying to take the reins now, but I shan't allow it – "

"Listen to me you toad of a woman, my cubs are in the hospital. I promise I would do whatever it takes to protect them and be with them now. You are keeping me from them. I would kill for them. Where do you think that leaves you?"

Dolores decided that it was probably not good to deal with Minerva right now, considering her animagus was starting to show. That means that the Transfiguration's Professor was three times more likely to attack without mercy. She could see it in the other woman as her nails began to grow longer and her eyes began to take on the appearance of those of a cat.

Bellatrix eyes were wide. She never believed that she would see her daughter again. Never had she believed that she would be able to form some kind of a bond with her child. She could feel the wetness pulling at the corners of her eyes. Before she knew it, she was full on balling. "I…I can't…tell you…how much this means to me," cried Bellatrix.

Hermione was barely able to string together the older woman's words between the dark haired witch's gut wrenching sobs. It made her heart clench at the sight of her…her…mother so upset right in front of her, but what was she to do about it?

"Uhhh…Bellatrix…Mrs. Lestrange, please don't cry…" Hermione had gotten up from her seat to go and kneel next to her mother. "I…I…you need to stop crying. I know you're upset, but - "

The door flew open hitting the wall creating a loud crash. Both women looked up at the unknown visitor. Bellatrix and Hermione were moth suspecting the worst, the Ministry of Magic or the Ministry's Auror Department.

Neither was the correct answers. "Where is she Bellatrix!" screeched a raging Minerva. The older witch's robes bellowed as the sea blew it's salty air throughout the house. Then, she spotted them, and it all hit her again as she looked at the mother/daughter pair.

Was she really the mother of this girl now kneeling on the floor? She did look like her though? She began to look at the girl. Hermione had curly brown hair. It was the same color as Minerva's hair when she was younger and still at Hogwarts. Overtime, it had greyed and darkened a bit. Her hair however, was no whereas curly as Hermione's. She assumed that that must have come from her other parent, Bellatrix. She really must find something that would tame those two witch's hair. Maybe, she could get Bellatrix to wear it in a bun like she used to. Then she realized, she was imagining them as a family. A family that has been kept from her for years.

"How could you not tell me I had a daughter! How could you keep her from me! I have a right to be her mom. You're not the only one that should've gotten a say. I should've been told for Merlin's sake!" Minerva went off at her not relenting on her rant at all.

Bellatrix sadness was replaced by anger as she stood to face the woman she once was in love with. "How dare I? Oh please, like you would've wanted a child. Your career was in full swing. It's not like you could've handled that, and I did it for her own good! Do you think the decision to give her up was easy on me! No, it wasn't, but I had to do it because if I didn't then she would've had to vow herself to the Dark Lord. She would've had no life. She might have died, and I could not risk that! That is why I gave her to Cissy to take. You don't think that I didn't spend every day of my life missing her and wondering what my life would be like if I had her in my life."

"Then why didn't you give up your life as a servant to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? We could have protected her together!" desperately screamed Minerva at her former lover. They were both at wits end. There magic was becoming uncontrollable. Magic began to crackle around them. The heat in the room temperature increased creating an even more stifling atmosphere.

"You don't think that if I could have I would have if it meant that I could spend time with our child? I would've given up that in a heartbeat, but I couldn't! You'd never understand – "

"Oh I'd never understand," interrupted Minerva. "You don't – "

"Stop it! Both of you! This is getting us nowhere!" screamed Hermione, now joining the fray.

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