In case anyone needs the year. This chapter is 1890 and 1891. Were about forty years away from Minerva's birth give or take. This means it will be roughly 3 to 5 more chapters left.

minerva's-kitten

Chapter 37: Hermes Jason

Seven years flew by for the family. Because their home on Monroe burnt down they bought a newer and larger home on Dogwood Lane. The home at Number 213 was set just three houses down from the chapel of the Hollow the muggles attended. Katherine liked it because she could here the organ music on Sunday and if she was happy then Stewart was.

Today though; she seemed very irritable.

"They're all bloody Gryffindors!!!" Katherine shouted as she grabbed a small owl shaped lamp and threw it.

The lamp hit the wall just inches from Fiona's head and shattered into thousands of pieces. The sheer force the object had been thrown had seven year old Estelle running behind her grandfather's chair hoping he'd protect her.

Estelle stayed with her grandparents during the day. Over the last few years Donavan and Athena had left Italy and moved into the Hollow. Athena claimed she wanted to be closer to her mother and daughter. Donavan thought it was just because she wanted to go back to work and only trusted her parents to watch her children.

Stewart looked up from his pipe and paper and shook his head before turning a page. He had grown immune to his wife's tantrums attributing them to her deep desire to want just one pureblood in Slytherin. It just wasn't happening and he was quite happy about it. Their grandchild had been a Ravenclaw and all the children were Gryffindors. He loved it!

"Would you calm down!? Are you trying to kill me?" Fiona snapped shaking the shards out of her blonde curls.

"The thought crossed my mind but you're not listening to me!" Katherine screeched.

"Why is this bothering you now Coronus is in his fourth year," Stewart replied turning another page.

"Because I'm bloody pregnant again!!" Katherine stated whirling around and throwing a pillow at his head. He blocked it and set his paper down.

Fiona beckoned Estelle to her and pulled her onto her lap as they watched the stare off.

Katherine was heaving as her magic swirled around her making her hair blow. Stewart's magic flowed around him as he sat there smoking his pipe. The energies collided with each other but nothing happened to anyone.

"How far long are you?" he asked.

"Two and a half months. I didn't want to tell you and take away from your victory," she replied.

Stewart had landed gotten seven wizards of a muggle trafficking ring convicted and sentenced to life in Azkaban. His face was plastered all over the papers.

"Well…we're going to have to get you into the papers. My love," he grinned holding his hand out.

"I'm getting to old for this," she sighed curling up into his lap.

"Nonsense. You're as fit as the day we married," he replied kissing her head.

Estelle broke away from her aunt and walked over to the two climbing up into Stewart's lap and cuddling in between them.

"Well hello to you two," Stewart laughed.

"I like to cuddle with you and grandma," Estelle explained, "We aren't to heavy right?"

"No dearest you aren't. Nor is your grandma," Stewart laughed kissing the girl's head.

The days turned to weeks and the weeks to months. Christmas came and went and Cronos returned to school with his grandfather's promise he'd get to come home the moment his mother went into labor. The McGonagalls shared very strong bond and always gathered when a new baby was to be born. The family was what others wished their families were.

Katherine's stomach grew as time passed and she was always annoyed with Stewart convinced the baby would be large again. Stewart showered her with affection and gifts but still spent several nights in one of the guest rooms.

Tonight was another such night. It was the last night of March at about eleven at night. Stewart was lying in the spare room three doors down it was a rather hot night for March and he had on just a sheet and the bottoms of his night clothes. He was wide awake staring at the ceiling just thinking.

If anyone asked he'd tell you straight out he thought divination was a useless magic that had no real value. But on nights like tonight he would get to thinking about all sorts of things and what Frank Dumbledore and his wife told Albus all those years ago.

They had said Albus should marry one of their children. Athena was grown with two children of her own and neither of those girls looked enough like Katherine to catch Albus' attention. He wondered if Katherine would ever have another daughter. He knew this baby would be a boy because Katherine had told him.

Stewart wanted another girl though. In his dreams and in Katherine's both could so clearly see a little child that was the epitome of her mother with just enough of her father to make her stand out in the world. He knew Katherine dreamed it because he always let his mind infiltrate hers. He never thought he was violating her privacy because if she wanted him out of her head she'd have pushed him out and sometimes she did.

He sighed and stared at the ceiling wondering what this new baby would be. It was then he heard the ear shattering scream. He jumped out of bed and burst into the master bedroom to find his wife writing under the sheets with sweat pouring down her face and her eyes closed.

"Katy?" he asked.

"St-Stewart please…you have to deliver him I can't wait for Rosalyn," Katherine gasped.

"Bloody hell," Stewart cursed running a hand through his hair.

She screamed again and he was propelled into action doing everything as she told him and an hour and a half later he was holding his newborn son in his arms.

"Merlin's beard," he whispered cutting the umbilical cord, cleaning the baby, and wrapping him in a blanket before giving him to her.

"Okay I completely feel utterly like a grade A arse now seeing your pain and having to deliver something that big," Stewart stated after he'd magically changed the sheets and her gown.

"Good because I will not have another one like this," She sighed staring into the green eyes of her son. He had a small bit of crimson hair.

"What should we call this one?" he asked.

"Seeing as you are in here this time…you name him," she replied bringing the child to her breast to feed.

Stewart thought for a long time. He looked at the clock and saw it was twelve thirty in the morning.

"Hmm…born on April the 1st. All right let's call him Hermes James. He'll be the messenger," Stewart stated.

"I like it," Katherine nodded smiled at him and kissing his lips before turning back to the baby, "Hermes."