WE know that pure bloods are two faced. This gives insight into that and shows some muggle borns an be as well....of course this ones excuse is she's hormonal.
Minerva's-Kitten
Chapter 21: Dumbledore Secrets
"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Malcolm! Happy Birthday to you!" the clan sang as Rosalyn and Katherine brought out the large cake and set it before them.
"Glad you didn't put the year amount of candles. It would have burned down the house," Malcolm chuckled blowing out the candles.
The family laughed and clapped as Rosalyn and Katherine began dipping the cake.
"Milady, Milord theys be a woman at the door," Posey; the head elf replied.
"I'll go see who it is Rosie," Katherine nodded handing the knife to Lorna.
"All right dear," Rosalyn nodded.
Katherine headed through the large dinning room and many halls back to the front door. The elf stood holding open the door and there stood Kendra and Albus on the top step soaking wet as the thunder storm raged around them.
"Morgana's curls what on earth are you doing out there. Come in, come in," Katherine exclaimed hurrying the two in and shutting the door. "Where's Percival?" she asked.
"He stormed out and said he wouldn't return without an answer. That was this morning. I'm so worried and all of this is my fault," Kendra sobbed.
Katherine waved her wand and quickly dried the two before kneeling to Albus' level.
"Sweetheart why don't you follow this nice elf all right? He'll take you to the party and you can get cake…but make sure to say Happy Birthday to Lord Malcolm," she instructed nodding to the elf.
"Yes ma'am. Thank you ma'am," Albus nodded as he happily trailed after the little creature.
"Come along little mudblood," Katherine said teasingly as she pulled Kendra down the hall into a guest bedroom.
Kendra curled up on the bed holding a pillow to her and crying while Katherine ran a hand through her auburn hair.
"Shush now wee lass be still and stop your crying. Shush now little one and sleep. When you wake I'll be here so just still the crying, still the worries, go to sleep," Katherine sung softly. After a few minutes her song was rewarded with the even breathing of the sleeping young woman.
She stood and transfigured a handkerchief on the nightstand into a soft blanket and covered the woman before stepping out of the room and heading back to the party.
"Where's Kendra?" Stewart asked as soon as his wife entered the room.
"Asleep. Stewart you went to school with Franklin…could you go to Lion's Gate and see if Percival is there with his family? She's very upset he left early this morning and hasn't come home," Katherine asked quietly. Stewart nodded kissing her head and leaving the room.
"What's going on?" Malcolm asked as he and Rosalyn came over to Katherine.
"The little Dumbledore mudblood is upstairs asleep. She's very worried about Percival's well being. Would you mind keeping an eye on Albus and the boys? I want to be there when she wakes up…something tells me she'll need someone with my talents," Katherine explained.
"Oh really? Well if you need my advice on the Dumbledore line you call," Rosalyn smiled.
"You're a gem," Katherine smiled heading back to the guestroom Kendra was in.
Stewart apparated to Lion's Gate; the large castle like home of the Dumbledore family. He banged the large lion door knocker and it was answered by a very old house elf.
"Sir?"
"Stewart McGonagall. I'm here to see Franklin and Percival Dumbledore," Stewart stated.
"Yous bes following mes sir," the elf said letting him in and shutting the door. He led Stewart into the large drawing room where sat Percival, Franklin, Maria, and Dominique. The Dumbledores.
"Ah Stewart wonderful to see you. I hear you married the youngest McGonagall girl…she anything like the rest of them?" Franklin asked as he stood and embraced his school friend. The man was tall and broad with short blonde hair and icy blue eyes. Percival looked just like him.
His wife Maria was short and plump with curly brown hair and eyes. His daughter Dominique was eighteen and very beautiful with long blonde curls, blue eyes, and a petite figure.
"Nothing like. She's the most beautiful and obedient I've ever know. You should get you one," Stewart laughed teasing.
"No Stew I'm happy with Maria. Couldn't ask for better," Frank smiled as he led the man to a seat and fixed him a brandy.
"Stewart how is your married life? Percival tells us you live across from them," Maria smiled sipping her wine. The smile on her face was cold and sinister.
"Katherine takes care of our two sons; Apollo and Poseidon, and is kind enough to be midwife to the poorer people of the Hollow. Our daughter Athena is almost twenty and she has a beautiful little girl," Stewart explained sipping the liquor.
Percival covertly eyed the man curiously wondering how he was so pleasant and yet at the blink of an eye had turned into a pureblood like his parents.
"Strong names for children," Franklin saluted. Stewart nodded.
"We were just speaking about Percival's little mudblood whore," Dominique stated.
"Dominique!" Percival hissed.
"What? She is. We all know she seduced and bewitched you," Dominique exclaimed.
"Speaking of…why did you leave her this morning to come here? She's crying into Katherine's very expensive dress worried sick about you," Stewart stated.
"Your wife is very kind to tend to someone so beneath her. I can't imagine her family cares for that generous attitude," Maria hissed.
"I'd just as soon not talk about them. Besides Katherine and Fiona all Harris' are scum of the earth. I dare take a guess and call them worse than Malfoys…"
"It's true," Franklin nodded cutting Stewart's sentence, "Any Dark Lord would consider himself already won to have just one of those blood suckers as a follower. All the same though; you best keep on their good side being that you married their prophesized child."
"We better get back now," Percival suddenly stated standing, "thank you for the information father."
"Not that it'll be of any use," Maria snapped, "This is still all her fault!"
"Stewart would you like me to make excuses for you?" Percival asked ignoring his mother.
"No it's father's 190th birthday I should get back," Stewart said downing the last of his drink and standing. Frank stood as well.
"It was grand to see you again friend. You should come next Friday for dinner…bring your lovely wife. I'm certain we'd enjoy the little boys as well…you can even bring Albus. I'm sure Percival and what's her name will be too busy to join us with their work at the Ministry," Frank grinned shaking the man's hand.
"I'm sure Katherine will adore it," Stewart nodded.
Stewart and Percival wrapped their cloaks back around themselves and stepped outside before they spoke.
"You sly old dog how'd you ever make friends with my father?" Percival asked.
"There is a saying my young friend that states…keep your friends close and enemies closer," Stewart grinned as they popped away.
Kendra woke up some time later to find Katherine, Stewart, and her husband staring worriedly at her.
"Where's Albus?" she asked sitting up.
"The party has been over for hours now. All the children are upstairs asleep," Stewart explained.
"What made you come here?" Percival asked sitting by his wife on the bed and pulling her into his arms.
"I was scared…I went to their home first but they weren't home. Katherine is the only person that really is nice to me anymore. Oh Percival this is all my fault. If I hadn't gotten pregnant then I'd never would have ruined your life," Kendra cried burring herself in his chest.
"Kendra little one it's no fault of yours. Love is the fault here and love will always be. It's the greatest power there ever was or will be," Katherine stated as she perched on the arm of the chair Stewart had sat in. is hand snaked up her back and was scratching it lightly.
"Why do you call me little one?" Kendra asked looking up and wiping her eyes with the handkerchief Stewart gave her.
"That is my fault. I fear I've aged her before her time. The price one pays for marrying an old man," Stewart laughed.
Katherine shook her head slapping his leg lightly, "Pious fool."
"Saintly wench," he teased.
"You two are probably some of the closest friends we've ever had…but after we tell you our secret it may not be true," Percival sighed rubbing up and down Kendra's arm.
"What could possibly be that bad?" Stewart asked puffing his pipe.
"Kendra is nearly six months pregnant with our second child yet she looks no more than three. There is a terrible disease that afflicts the children of the Dumbledore men. There is reason to suggest it marks how pure our blood is. I think it is a curse for our stupidity," Percival explained.
"A curse of what?" Stewart pressed.
"When ever a woman married to a Dumbledore man falls pregnant there is a chance for the curse. When she shows no stomach heavy with child or symptoms befitting pregnancy then the chance is higher. The child will have a very great bit of power and if the child has the disease then that child then they will have with it mental of physical deformities that leave them unable to control their powers. No child with it has ever lived past the age of fourteen," Percival sighed.
"From what you say there is still a chance. We will hope for the best and be ready for the worst. For the promise of allowing Katherine to watch your Albus and teach him the ways of our world instead of a worthless elf she will watch over your wife, keep your secret, and research the disease to see if anything can be done," Stewart stated blowing smoke in the shape of an eagle. A simple thing to do with magic.
"Done," Percival nodded.
"Very well we shall retire to our rooms. You are welcome to stay here the night in the morning we shall all return home…and I do not believe Albus should be worried about this," Stewart said standing and pulling his wife out.
"How can you basically give them custody of our child?" Kendra hissed as they undressed and crawled into the bed.
"I do not believe he will be trained to be pious and arrogant. I believe this girl will teach him the ways of politics and help him find his calling in this world," Percival answered.
"Politics? She's the child of evil. For God sake she was called by our Headmaster as a Demon!" Kendra exclaimed.
"She has been kind to us. You yourself said as much. Besides…those two are in line for the McGonagall title and fortune. To be friends with them will bring our names out of the mud and give Albus a better start in life. A boy as smart and clever as him should be with someone just as clever. I have no doubt he will be great spending a few hours a day with Katherine Harris McGonagall," Percival said as he and his wife fell to sleep.
"Franklin Dumbledore spoke of you being prophesied. Is it true?" Stewart asked as he and Katherine lay in bed stated from their activities.
"It is. Told by the seer that married my parents. Last child of the Crimson loves will be the perfect control. The perfect power to gain what was once theirs from those that took it. The child will see it all and never mark till the death is near. I'm certain they hope it is your family that will bring them the control and take over of the world. A sad thing my Great-Great Grandfather was the Minister and was murdered and tricked. We lost all our money but our influence stayed," Katherine sighed.
"Divination is a hollow magic not worth my time. Everything is left to choice. You don't have to be what they want. The prophecy could mean you will help us rid the world of your cruel family," Stewart replied.
"I cannot…evil or not they are my family. I must at least stay out of their feuds," Katherine yawned as she fell asleep with her head on his chest.
Stewart pulled her closer promising himself that somehow she would be the last one and would be free.