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I'm going to start skipping years now. In this Chapter the boys are towards the end of their Fifth year.
Anger and Beauty
Albus heard laughter and squealing as he approached his sitting room. He opened the door slowly and had to smile. The puppet and puppet master were curled up in identical positions having hot cocoa by the smell. On the floor were two little girls playing with identical teddy bears.
One little girl looked like her mother, but had her father's blue eyes and red hair.
The other little girl had her mother's green eyes and black hair, but she resembled her brother.
"I'm not sure what warms my heart more. Theia and Min or Theny and Kate," Albus chuckled.
"The smarter answer would be Min and Theny actually," Theia smirked.
"Dada?" Kate asked.
"No sweetie. That is not your daddy. That is Uncle Albus," Theia cooed picking up her nine month old.
"Mama up," Athena whimpered crawling towards Cytheria.
Theia smiled, "I'm not your mama Athena. I'm your Theia."
"It is hard to tell you apart if you don't account for the fact Minerva has aged and you have not," Albus stated.
"I've aged?" Minerva frowned picking her daughter Athena up.
"I...that is to say...um..."
"He is trying to say that one day you will be a beautiful elderly woman like your mother, while I never will be. I'm the puppet remember." Theia stated.
"I know that. I was having fun watching him get nervous. You are far to nice to him for being his enemy," Minerva snorted.
"Well he is my soul mate technically. I am bound to me kind."
"I don't see why you would. I'm his true soul mate and I'm always mad at him."
Cytheria chuckled, "True, but my anger is more easily channeled."
"Well we can't all have uninhibited mind control can we?" Minerva huffed.
"No, don't suppose we can," Theia smirked, "But we can't all have such a handsome husband either."
"No, don't suppose we can," Minerva chuckled.
Over the last year, Minerva and Cytheria had become close. Voldemort had not been thrilled with his new heir being a daughter, but fortunately he had yet to understand that it was not at all coincidence the Dumbledore had a new child as well. Truth was, the more Voldemort delved into his darkness the less he noticed about his wife and the more she snuck out.
Corbin winced and dove on top of the Slytherin prefect. "Stop it! You're going to kill him and get expelled! I know what he did was horrible, but calm down damn it!"
It took some doing but the Gryffindor beater was finally able to wrench his half brother off the other two Slytherins. Tom had barely any marks on him, though his clothes were scruffed up, while the boys he had brutally attacked had broken bones and were very bloodied.
"McAvoy and Brackin take them up to the nurse," Corbin sighed, "We'll go ahead to Dumbledore."
The beater's friends nodded and helped the two Slytherin beaters to the hospital wing.
Corbin pressed Tom against the cold stone wall and put his hand to the boy's neck frowning, "Calm down damn it. You nearly beat them to death the muggle way of all things."
Tom said nothing as his normally black eyes were glowing red.
"Come on." Corbin sighed leading the boy to the headmaster's quarters like a criminal.
When they entered the office they were greeted by Dumbledore who led them upstairs away from the other headmasters nosey eyes.
"Why are you holding Tom like that?" Minerva frowned when Corbin shoved the Slytherin in the room.
"He's in a state. Nearly beat two Slytherins to death and I can't get him to calm down. Luckily he hasn't tried to do me in, so I guess he recognizes me, but still."
Cytheria walked over to her son and pressed two fingers to the boy's forehead. The two were silent for several long minutes till Tom slumped to the carpet with a heavy sigh. His eyes were no longer red.
"What happened?" Minerva asked her puppet.
"Andromeda was taken advantage of and when she tried to fight them off they cut her," Theia frowned.
Everyone took off at a run tot he hospital wing leaving the babies with an elf. A black cat was hot on Albus' heels as they burst into the hospital wing.
"There you are! Expel him! Look what he did to us!" A boy named Vulcan Crabbe shouted.
"Silence," Albus roared his eyes cold.
The boy's twitched. Tom led them to a privacy screen where his beloved Andromeda was curled up on a bed crying.
"She hasn't stopped crying poor thing. I think mostly because Tom left here with such anger in his eyes," Madam Pomfrey whispered to the others as she explained what had happened only a few minutes ago. Andromeda's rape and her attackers beating had all happened in maybe fifteen minutes before Albus could ever be summoned.
Tom had stopped the attack and taken Andromeda to get medical aide, before turning right around and hunting down the perverts. Corbin had only happened to come upon the whole thing.
The black cat jumped onto the bed and wiggled its body in between Andromeda's arms. Tom knelt by the bed staring at Andromeda, it looked like a tear was in his coal black eyes.
"I'm so sorry I could not protect you Meda."
"You did protect her Tom, in the wrong way, but you did," Minerva said quietly putting a hand on the boy's shoulder.
Andromeda slowly stopped her sobbing just staring at Tom. She didn't say anything, but Tom could see in her eyes she was scared, scared of what would happen to him.
"Will anyone get expelled for this?" Corbin asked noticing his father was speaking quietly to Poppy and the other two boys.
"It's a governor matter when something like this happens," Minerva stated pulling her son to her with her other arm, "But I deduct four hundred points from Slytherin from this and I will not be awarding any either. All three of the boys did wrong, I can't condone fighting."
The cat meowed curling closer to Andromeda as she helped to comfort the girl.
"He has such rage in him. Reminds me so much of his father," Albus sighed sitting in bed.
"But it only appears when Theia or Andi is insulted or endanger. Doesn't that count for something?" Minerva asked brushing her hair.
"Have you ever had a meeting where you see Cytheria's anger?"
"I'm not sure she has much of any. She's so hollow...the children bring her happiness though."
"You do as well. You said last year that you two saw memories together. Have you tried it anymore?"
"No it zapped my energy. I can guess it did her too. Besides...I'm not sure we even could. It's not like I can go ask family who she is either..."
Albus sighed nodding. All of Minerva's family was long gone either by Grindelwald or by Voldemort.
"What about the archives at the manor?"
"The manor was sold. My father never left it to me. The family tapestry is in our attic, and I looked over it all summer with no luck. If she is on there she's one of the few so burned off you can't even read a name," Minerva sighed, "To think my family was not only some of those prejudice purebloods, but they erased some of their own for their own reasons. It makes no sense."
"Usually doesn't," Albus stated pulling Minerva to him as she got in the bed.
"I wish I knew how to reverse my memories. It's like they don't even exsist except what I stole from Theia that day."
"We've tried all the spells I know to no avail. There wasn't even anything in the family archives at the Ministry, well not anything we could access."
Minerva frowned nodding, "Yes, why is it I can't. I am the last of the McGonagalls after all."
"Well obviously not...it's a pity Theia has to stay so secretive...something tells me she might be able to undo the lock. You said she was a teenager in the memory right?"
"Possibly...she was between 17 and 20, so I'm not completely sure."
Albus nodded turning out the lights. "You know Minerva, I think that when we do figure out Cytheria's past...we may be able to understand why she was chosen to endure such a spell and why she seems to have such unique abilities that even you do not possess. I'm beginning to think her past self powers are coming out."
"What do you mean?"
"Perhaps my dear, the more she grows closer to you the more she will be able to access her past self. She may regain a sort of identity even if she will always look like you."
"Funny thing is Albus, the girl in the memory did look a lot like me as a teenager," Minerva sighed, "And I never looked like any of the family. They were all red heads and blondes."
"Curious indeed," Albus nodded drifting off.
