The two witches looked at Albus waiting for him to finish what he was going to say; as they sat, Albus could see how both of them had a look of complete disownment. It tore him apart; his friends thought he was going to deny them again. As Albus looked on he felt bad for his decisions, it was decisions that caused them to break up. They had been together since they were sixteen but it was his decision that ended those years, time well spent ruined because of him. Taking a deep breath and releasing it, he knew he had to fix his mistakes.
"Minerva, Rolanda I can't tell you how sorry I am. My choices have ruined your life together once before, I know how hard it has been for you two. Wanting a child, and it never coming your way. Then being Harry's godmothers and never getting the chance to raise him like you promised Lily and James." Taking a pause Albus thought more about what he was about to say, should Harry go to them. Looking at the two again, Albus knew that for once he was making the right choice. "With that being said, Harry should know what it is like to have parents. To have two people who love each other and love him in his life, I will work up some papers and work something out. Harry will not go back to the Dursleys." Albus finished, the twinkle in his eye slipped away slowly as he let guilt of lost years go through him. Minerva and Rolanda sat in shock but were soon hugging each other as they realized they would finally get to raise Harry, just as they had promised all those years ago.
Back in their rooms, the two witches sat holding each other in front of the fire, a glass of fire whiskey in their hands. They could not believe it, Albus had approved of them taking care of Harry. Rolanda looked down at Minerva who was starting to fall asleep a smile graced her lips. A family the one thing Minerva has always wanted was about to come true, they had tried for so long. Even when apart they had each tried to find a way to have a child but it hadn't happened, taking a deep breath Rolanda realized things take time sometimes you have to wait more than you wish to but sooner or later good prevails. Taking Minerva's tumbler she set it down on the table along with hers, she leaned back and settled into a comfortable position and allowed sleep claim her.
