Chapter 51 ~ December 5th, 2010 (Saturday)
"When do we need to leave?" George asked through his yawn, still exhausted from their amorous activities over the last two days as Rory stirred.
"I will wake ya before needin' ta leave." Rory rumbled into his lover's neck.
"Hmmm…" George murmured body humming as he felt Rory's growing need pressing in his back; his body innately responding despite his fatigue.
"Unless," Rory trailed his hand down George's side, chest. "Ya feel like gettin' up." Stopping along the smooth contours of his hip, before dropping into the swell of ginger hair.
"As you can feel…I already am." George nestled backwards, loving how Rory's cock continued hardening against him as soft lips begin nipping at the short hair's along his neck.
"Aye…" Rory drug his tongue across neck, pressing his hips forward and into George's back as his left hand slowly slid down George's tightening erection. "You are so beautiful, luv." He let his lips trail across the soft skin until he slipped his tongue around his lobe, gently suckling as he rocked his hips again.
George had never imagined feeling so wanton, so powerless and powerful all at once…and as Rory pressed himself against him as his fingers stroked his heated flesh; that's exactly how he felt, and it felt so right. That he couldn't imagine not feeling this way again…and yet… Turning his head, and banishing his own demons, he lifted his left arm, raking it through the silky locks as he pulled Rory's mouth to his. Their lips sliding across the other's…as George moaned and he gave into his body's need and pushed his hips into Rory's hand.
"Yes…luv…" Rory crooned, as he drew back slightly, whispering a spell only to find George's hand gripping his own hip.
"I want…you." George arched forward, "In me…" He breathed out, and then felt a hot burning sensation pulse through him, as Rory entered him. "Ohhhh…yes…" He murmured, pushing backwards…wanting to take more of him in. "Yes. Rory….ohhh… that feels so good."
Rory could feel his own hips jerking forward as George thrust forward, and then back… "Ohhh, George…" He felt his worry about this morning's meeting, about seeing Minerva for the first time since their discord leave him as he began meeting his lover's heady rhythm…no longer able to concentrate on anything else, save for each other as another moan rumbled from the depths of George's chest.
xoxo
Hermione stilled her fingers and nerves as she reached outward and took the small portkey. After her remark last evening regarding…Albus, Minerva had closed down and become incredibly withdrawn. Yes, they had spoken, even started a game of chess…but the warmth that had been there, from her body language to cadence, had dissipated.
And…she found she missed it.
Hermione cleared her throat and uttered the activating charm, and felt the portkey grasp her navel and then she was gone. The traditional meeting room having been replaced, and Hermione turned about…blinking, knowing the room she was standing as almost everyone else gazed about in wonder. They were at the Manor. McGonagall Manor; and more precisely, in the ballroom, although…long tables had been erected in the center for seating.
"Where are we?" Ginny asked as blue eyes passed around in admiration at the etched glass ceiling and rich wood floor.
"At Minerva's home." Hermione stated, and several surprised faces turned to her.
"Are you sure?" Ginny questioned as she tentatively reached out to touch the long walnut engraved table. "We've been to her home several times and…"
"As with most guests, only receive the cursory tour." Minerva glided through the doors from the hallway, eyes scanning the room and inwardly sighed at not seeing either George or Rory. She had hoped that one would be in attendance so she could ascertain where her relationship stood with Rory. "We are in the ballroom, and of late it has had little use. Though, I hope to rectify that in a few weeks time." She swept forward, hat perched upon her head, discreetly hiding the streak of white, while leaning heavily upon her cane today, "Each of you will be receiving an invitation to a party that I am having for the Holidays."
Both Helena and Harold's eyes lit up, Helena voicing their thoughts. "That is positively delightful news, dear. But…" A look of trepidation passed across her features, "With everything else, the Ministry and Harkiss, are you sure that is wise?"
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Rory knocked on the door, "We need ta be leavin'."
George forced the tears away as he gazed at himself in the mirror, "One minute." He stated, cadence clear and without a hint of worry, heartache or anxiousness that he felt as he splashed a little more water on his face.
He felt…elated when he was with Rory. He had never known that he could feel as he did. And for the last two days…he had let himself believe that…perhaps he could feel this way all the time. That they could find a way to build a life together.
He had never known that being loved…by a man, so tender…and yet forceful…would feel as it did. It had been wonderful. Fulfilling. And…despite what his mother and brother believed, he couldn't imagine being loved any other way.
Or…by any other person, for that matter.
As he was already falling in love with him…and realistically…how could he not?
He loved his accent. His calloused hands…the way his eyes appeared to turn silver when they made love.
But…as much as he cared for him…he couldn't have this life.
His mother would discover it or his brother…and…he couldn't lose either one. No matter how much he cared for Rory. He couldn't choose a man; even one as tender, sensual and loving as Rory, over his family.
At the notion of not having him in his life felt like he was cleaving his heart in two…and left him white knuckled and gasping for breath.
"It'll be alright, luv." Rory whispered from behind as he kissed his neck.
"My mother…and brother…"
"Let us focus on us right now." Rory gently replied as he reached around George's thin frame, hugging him from behind.
"Being up here with you, has been like a dream, Rory. One I pray I never wake from, but…I know that it can't last." He slowly turned around, "I will one day have to leave you and take a wife and have children."
Rory's brow quirked, but responded in a way that befuddled the younger wizard. "Then I shall help you find a woman when it is time, but until then…" He gripped George's hips and brought them closer to his own, "Enjoy the moment."
Sorrowful blue eyes stared into grey ones, "I can't choose you over my family."
"I ne'er asked ya to." Rory breathed, inwardly berating himself for not waiting longer before giving in to his and George's desires. He had known that George had felt torn regarding his sexuality and his family. Much like he had in his own youth. At least…until Derrick came along. Then, it was no longer a question of him being attracted to wizards and even acting on it when the occasion warranted…but at that point he knew he'd never take a wife. Because, what he wanted, couldn't be found in the arms of a witch.
He tried once more after meeting the youngest McGonagall, hoping to sink into the beautiful valley of a woman's bosom and her heated center…but those attributes did little for his own desires. And he had only been able to have sex with her…while he pictured himself thrusting headingly into Derrick's backside.
"I care too much to use you…" He murmured as a tear slipped off his lash, as sorrow mixed with shame.
"Perhaps…" Rory's fingers sunk into George's hips, "I am using you." He watched as George's face became disbelieving and he pressed his groin into George's…pinning his muscular form into the wall, as his own body responded to the hardening erection pushing against him.
"Sex won't…" George's words were cut off as Rory's lips covered his own for a long, sensual moment; stealing his very breath as he innately thrust his hips forward…body already humming with need.
"Nah…it won't." Rory nipped at his neck, "But ya have ta realize, my luv…that…" He ripped open the V-neck of his shirt, running his fingers down his chest…and enjoyed feeling George's hardening groin wantonly thrust again. "Even if ya leave me…" He nipped at his breasts, kissing the small nipple until it pebbled in his mouth before standing and grinding his hips into the younger man's, "Ya won't find the comfort ya seek in a woman's touch." Grey met blue, "I know," He breathed out quietly, "I tried."
"As…much as I want to stay…" George's breath caught as sure fingers slipped down the front of his pants. "It won't work."
"Then I'll take…every day…" He kissed his jaw, whispering against heated skin. "Ya give me."
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"Wise, no." Minerva countered as she pulled out a seat, everyone else joining suite. "However, we have so much to be thankful for and it would be a shame not to celebrate it." Her eyes involuntarily went to Helena and Harold, before sliding momentarily across her children and surprisingly she found her gaze resting upon Hermione's soft features. "Especially at the Holidays."
A chorus of agreements swept across the room, before Tessa spoke up. "And regarding everyone's safety?"
Emerald eyes landed upon her daughter, "Steps are being taken to ensure that everyone attending will be safe."
"Where will you hold the event?" Helena asked, trying to curtail her excitement at the prospect of Minerva having a party.
"Here." Minerva responded, noticing the hint of a smile upon her dearest friend's face.
"It has been quite some time." Filius chimed in, feeling the same giddiness as Helena. "Since you have thrown a party."
"Ball would be more apropos." Helena countered.
Neville perked up, "It'll be like the Ministry function in two weeks?"
At this, Filius, Helena and even Harold laughed. "Minerva's family and for a short while, Minerva used to have marvelous parties at the Manor that make the Ministry's pale in comparison." Harold answered.
Arthur nodded, "I remember my mother talking about the McGonagall's festivities, the gala atmosphere, the food, the music. Why did you stop having them?"
"I got married and opted for a far more private life." She feigned a smile, knowing that Helena and Harold would understand her reasoning, "However, with all the discord and uncertainty, I believe it is time to dust off the Manor and hold a holiday event. One I hope that sees all of you in attendance."
Smiles and nods swept across the room, as Helena pulled a copy of the Daily Prophet from her robes, "Dear, you know I will be in attendance." Her brow arching, "I could never miss one of your family's parties and shan't miss yours either." She laid the Prophet down on the table and collectively the room became dead silent. Some having already seen and read it, others had not opened it and thought that after the Order meeting would be soon enough. However, from the headline, it apparently was not a wise course of action. "That being said, and festivities and frivolities aside." Her face turning grave. "Please tell me what in heaven's name you were thinking?" She flung the paper towards Minerva, "There will be a recall vote within the quarter and he will lose."
"The Minister has ordered a mandatory departmental heads meeting at noon." Harold stated, "And he has already asked me for an update, personally."
"I was rather…shocked to see the article this morning." Pomona stated.
"As was I." Filius agreed.
Tessa curtailed her immediate response, as did Percival; neither one knowing that their mother had it in her to strike back with such – force. "It seemed a bit, uncharacteristic." She finally commented.
"What does it say?" Hermione asked what many of the younger Order members also wished to know.
"I had a rather lengthy article published by Mrs. Peoples in the Prophet, regarding our current Minister of Magic's ineptness."
"In the Prophet?" Hermione, Angelina, Ginny and Neville all gasped aloud.
"If I had known that is why you had me send the note regarding your health to Milan, I never would have consented." Helena's ire with her friend easily palpable.
Minerva didn't bother to answer the younger generation's question, her eyes boring into Helena's. "I have my reasons Helena. And I do thank you for your note."
"Is that an ink smudge?" Ginny asked with a frown curling the corners of her lips as she pulled the Prophet closer; eyes inspecting the bottom right picture of Minerva…and the streak of white through her traditionally dark mane.
"No." Minerva reached up, fighting her own nerves as she carefully removed her hat, "I seemed to have stretched my magic a bit too far the other evening."
Hermione's insatiable curiosity regarding what Minerva had stated to the Prophet was momentarily curtailed as she felt a strong desire to protect Minerva swell in her chest as over half of the occupants gawked at her. And despite Minerva's appearance of self-assuredness; Hermione knew from personal experience that Minerva was self conscious regarding her hair. Wishing she could spare her the momentary feeling of vulnerability…and the pity she'd invariably see reflected back at her in most of the Order's eyes and face.
"Dear heavens is that permanent?" Arthur asked. Molly had stated that Minerva had stopped by and that she had a streak of white in her hair, but he hadn't believed it to be permanent…nor as large.
"It is." Minerva turned to Harold, "As is my desire to see Kingsley removed from office." She watched as his eyes widened, "Please feel free to inform him of that, as I meant everything I stated in the article Harold. I have grown tired of the slanderous remarks, the inability to spend time with family and friends as all of my movements are shadowed, and his meddling creates a greater hindrance than assistance and I mean to end what has become a colossal nuisance with great expediency." Her cadence becoming distant and cold, "I mean to have a recall vote Helena, and you were right, I could have waited; but I wish to this entire affair settled before the Holidays."
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Adam sealed the letter, his hand shaking as he noted the time. He was cutting it close. Standing, he slipped the correspondence atop the packaged parcel and fought off his own wave of nervousness.
"Archimedes my old friend." He gripped the top string holding the bundle, "I believe it would be wise for you to be away today."
The snowy white barn owl softly hooted, causing a gentile smile to curl across his now very thin lips.
"And upon your return, I doubt I shall be here however…there will always be a home for you at Hogwarts."
Mint green eyes blinked and again it quietly replied.
"I will miss you too." He blinked back tears, "But, I have need for you to go." He tied the parcel to his leg and with a muted spell, made the package feather light and six times smaller. "Now, please take that to Griphook."
Archimedes tilted his head and hooted again.
"With haste my friend." Adam responded, and followed up his statement with a series clicks and whistles. At once Archimedes spread his wings and sailed through the window, Adam watching him beginning to fade away into the distance before a disturbance to the south captured his attention…and froze his heart.
They had already arrived.
He felt his stomach twist as fear burst through his system. He didn't know how he'd get through the next two hours.
With feigned ease, he stepped away from the window; eyes taking in the office. He recalled how the fall light used to splay across Victoria's skin, making it appear almost golden.
"I'll be with you soon, love." He whispered to himself as he made his way to the door, wand in hand; about to set off a string of events…that while temporarily avoidable were truly inevitable. It was only a matter of time. Time that…Minerva didn't have. He could only hope that she would live long enough to one day understand his actions today, and why he choose to meet fate here…and now…versus tomorrow or in two months.
"Grant me strength." He whispered as he shakily reached outward, palms sweaty and almost slipping off the door handle as he thrust it open.
Sunlight poured in, momentarily blinding him…but…it didn't matter. He already knew where they were and how they were approaching the property. As he had done countless equations determining the wheres and hows. And so…he pointed his wand to the south, eyes adjusting to the brilliance as he began casting a series of curses towards his soon to be captors…
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Hermione watched as Minerva quickly stood at the end of the meeting, "Ronald, if I could see you for a moment."
All eyes swung to Ron, and he…swallowed. "Ahh…" He stood too, "Sure." Wondering what in Merlin's beard McGonagall wanted with him, alone. He had already said thank you to both her and Helena numerous times...on both his and Harry's behalf. The lucky wanker wouldn't be released from St. Mungos till Tuesday…and was spared today's meeting. Well not the meeting itself…but the damn guilt he felt at seeing the pearly streak of white in the Headmistress' hair; and knowing that his and Harry's actions had been the cause.
Minerva motioned for him to follow her, and she paused as her eyes landed on Hermione. A moment of hesitation clearly written on her face, but it was replaced just as quickly with her contralto voice. "Hermione, if you could join us."
Hermione scanned her features, trying to ascertain what she wished to speak with both she and Ron for…and there was not even an inkling of emotion emanating from her face. Almost as an afterthought, she stood, "Of course."
Trailing both Minerva and Ron; she could feel two dozen eyes on her back as they exited the room and went across the hall to the den. She barely had time to close the door, before Minerva turned around...jaw set and eyes hardened.
"I had the opportunity to speak with your children this week, and was rather dismayed Ronald to learn that while in your company; you ignore your children leaving them to do what they wish with nominal supervision while you spend time with Fresca." Hermione could feel her jaw drop as Minerva continued on. "And they stated this is a usual occurrence when in your care, particularly at quidditch matches."
Before Ron could formulate a response, Hermione lashed out. "I can't believe you blatantly ignored our children while at a quidditch game and who the hell knows what else!"
He hadn't known what to expect, but this wasn't it. It was surreal really…Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress of Hogwarts, one of the most powerful witches in Britain…was lecturing him on how he treated his children. Lecturing him…his mind recanted as his blood pressure mounted and anger rose. She had no right to lecture him regarding his children. They were his… "Why is she lecturing me…" Ron snapped, irritation evident as he pinned Minerva with a seething glare. "About our children? They are none of her concern…"
Neither Hermione or Ron were prepared for Minerva's reaction…a spell sweeping over his body, immobilizing him…the brewing rage in icy blue eyes masked by a sudden wave of panic as Minerva's clear cadence cut through the still room. "Do not misdirect your anger at being exposed towards me Mr. Weasley. Regarding my involvement, I'm an adult who they trust and while spending time in my care; they insinuated they want their father in their life – and I am merely relaying their wishes. How you parent your children is entirely your choice; though I'd suggest the simplest of steps first, spending time with them. As they will only be this age once, and you'll never get this time back." Her voice caught as she thought of her own children. "Nor any other." She cast a glance to Hermione, who was staring at her mouth agape, and with a slight nod; she began walking away but paused at the door without looking back. "Can I entrust you to release him before leaving?" She asked, no humor lacing her voice, but Hermione was sure she would have seen mirth lining her eyes if she had been looking at her.
"After a while." She rebuked.
Minerva gave a brief nod and then…was through the door and as it closed, she met petrified blue eyes with her own. "We are going to get a few things sorted out, right here and now."
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Adam gasped for breath as the curse was freed from his broken body.
"What is the exact date?" Johannes asked, leaning closer to the man as if inspecting the remnants of a splattered bug.
"I…don't know." Adam wheezed, thankful he could no longer feel his legs. The last Cruciatus curse must have severed or damaged the lower part of his spine. He just had to hold on a little bit more.
"Ahhh…" Johannes flicked his wand severing off the man's ear. "Imagine my surprise when I say I don't believe you."
Adam felt tears cloud his vision, "I…don't know."
"You run numbers old man. And while I asked you to run the numbers for me, and my success…you failed to mention that Minerva would still be actively thwarting me for months. And you failed to give me the exact date of her demise, which I know you calculated. As she is a family friend of yours; or should I say was…" He leaned closer, "Now, what is the date!"
Adam inwardly flinched, but forced himself to remain unmoving. He vaguely recalled how Meric and Katherine died…along with his wife…and he found another shattered remnant of his own resolve. Just a little bit longer. "Yesterday." He quipped and tried not to quiver as Johannes raised his arm.
"I grow tired at your lack of cooperation, Adam." He waved his arm…and cocked an appraising brow at him as he writhed in pain from the crucio curse he had cast upon the elder wizard. He had to admit that the man had spunk, a bit too much for his liking, but considering…he had probably known that they were coming. He released the spell and watched as Adam gasped for breath. "Are you ready to tell me?"
"Let's…" He spit out a mouthful of blood. "Assume I know, but…" He fought to keep conscious, "Won't tell you." He raised tired eyes, "And that it won't matter what you do to me. Because…anything that mattered...has already been taken, by you."
"While that's compelling; it does little for me and my sanity." He pointed his wand at him again.
"Go ahead," Adam rasped, "I won't give it to you."
"Ohhh…" A bolt of yellow shot from his wand, striking him in his abdomen. "But you will."
Despite the pain, the inability to breathe…Adam exerted the last of his control over his broken body. "Ne…ver."
Johannes knelt beside him, "The day is young."
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The spell was released, and Ron felt his muscles strain to keep him upright as his jaw clenched and rage flashed from the depths of his eyes. "You think I would purposefully endanger our children?"
Brown eyes narrowed, "Then you're denying what our children said?"
He scoffed, "Yes…I…" His shoulders sunk a bit, "No." He corrected. "But they were never in danger." He rebuked.
"Dammit Ronald!" She snapped, and a glass carafe shattered on the far side of the room.
The explosion caused him to wince as he raised his arm to shield himself from the shards. "Watch it…" He cried out.
"Like you watch OUR children!" She roared.
"I DO watch them!"
"When you aren't too busy with Fresca!"
"You jealous?" He mocked.
"Get your head out of your ass, Ron." She snipped, "I divorced you for a reason, several to be precise. And the last thing I would be, is jealous of a woman dating you. I am, however, furious how you are treating the children and how you continue not to spend time with them."
He balked at all of her statements, but found himself at a loss by the last one, "Not spend time with them?"
She stepped closer, a steel edge lining her voice. "Yes. Not. Spend. Time. With. Them."
"I do!" He cried indignantly. "Every other weekend!"
"For the first eleven months we were separated, you saw the children every third weekend…when I brought them to you. If I didn't bring them, you did come to get them. You don't make time to spend with them." As he opened his mouth to counter, he…snapped his mouth closed at her piercing glare. "Ever."
"That was before you took this infernal job." He spat, "As I pick them up every other weekend, including the weekend before last."
"That's because they weren't with me and as for this infernal job; I took it to help protect Hogwarts and Minerva at the Order's behest. Or did you conveniently forget that fact, like how you forget to spend time with Rose and Hugo?"
"But I DO spend time with them!"
"Being in your presence doesn't constitute as spending time with them!"
"I take them to more than just quidditch games…"
"Don't Ronald." She stopped any further commentary, "After all the grief that both you and your mother have put me through regarding your concerns over Minerva's association to our children; I don't want to hear it. Especially as you don't even watch them when they are with you or in your presence. If they get hurt, it won't be on my watch or Minerva's or Harry's…even your mother's watch; but yours Ronald. Because, you don't watch them. And by God, you are going to start; or I will tell your mother what you do or rather don't do with her grandchildren." Her anger was spiraling out of control at his foolishness regarding how he treated their children and his lack of disregard to their safety while in his presence. And a small part of her couldn't ignore the paradoxical irony that he had created regarding Minerva…and how he viewed her as a threat to Rose and Hugo by her association to Harkiss. And...of all things…his belief couldn't have been farther from the truth; as Minerva mirrored Alastor Moody's phrase…constant vigilance. Never letting the children stray from her presence, rather quite the opposite – as she was always engaging, watching, and caring for them…
And…a startling thought caught her off guard – immediately deflating the bulk of her frustration and anger while leaving a trail of confusion in its wake.
Dear heavens…she trusted their children with Minerva far more than she trusted them with Ron.
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"Where?" Johannes breathed aloud, though Adam barely heard the word as it resonated within his mind as well. His occulamency barely holding.
"I said…" Adam felt a growing pressure on his face, where he couldn't be sure but, the words sounded again and he held fast…mentally chanting an old mix of words to maintain the last dregs of his sanity.
"Where?" Johannes yelled again.
Adam glanced around to see the man, the pain miraculously gone…and he smiled. "You've lost." He whispered, though to everyone else in the room, the bloodied man didn't move save for a gurgling of blood.
"Where are the journals that show when and where she dies?" Johannes menacingly strode forward.
Adam's smile grew larger, his stance more relaxed as he cocked his head to the side, meeting the black hearted eyes of the vile wizard. "Where you will never find them. As they are safe."
Johannes raised his arm, wand in hand and Adam merely raised his arms – laughing. "I'll be dead momentarily, and you have lost the opportunity to scare me into submission. But before I pass across the veil…" Adam waved his own hands, a ripple fluttering across the air and before Johannes could blink, the elder wizard stood before him whole and healthy. "You should know that she will die, but then again…she already knows that." His eyes sparkled, "And has planned for it. Have you?"
Johannes blinked and he was no longer in Adam's mind, the wizard letting out a last shuddering breathe.
"Did he tell you where to find the journal you sought?" Douglass asked as Johannes stood.
"No, but I have a more pressing issue." He cast a final glance at what was left of the man.
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Minerva didn't even glance up, "I don't have the energy to fight with you today," She paused, finally lifting her gaze enough to peer over the golden frames enabling her to see Rory leaning against the doorway. "Or even debate with you."
"Luv, I didna come here ta fight with ya." He strode forward, immediately noticing the muted color of her eyes, the slouch of her normally erect shoulders, and he felt…if at all possible, far worse than he did ten minutes prior. "And I am truly sorry for our fight earlier this week. I was outta line." He rumbled, "Far outta line." He paused two meters from her desk in the vast library, "Will ya forgive me?"
A softness laced the fatigue, "There was never anything to forgive." Minerva set her quill down with practiced ease.
"Aye, there was." He whispered over the crackling flames. "After everything ya have been through the past several months, I didna need ta make it harder for ya." He came around the side of the desk, hand gently coming to rest on the back of her chair as he pushed it out and stared gently down at her. His heart going out for his sister, "I am suppose ta help make it easia'." He let his hand trail down her cheek, "And I intend ta."
She took his hand, and with his help, she stood. Clear grey met murky green eyes before his arms wrapped strongly around her slight frame, and she around his stout one. "I missed you." She whispered against his shoulder.
"And I you." He kissed the top of her head before leaning back and peering into her face. "I saw the Prophet 'tis mornin'."
She rolled her eyes, and his chest rumbled with a deep seated chuckle. "Elgin sent word that I already have close to a thousand letters awaiting my return."
"Ohh, why did ya do it, luv?" He moved away. "There woulda been a recall vote within the year."
Minerva grasped her walking stick, hip pulling as she followed him. "Yes, there would have been." She stopped by the large overstuffed, leather chair; easing into it. Before reaching up and pulling her frames from her face, eyes landing upon Rory's relaxed frame…and despite everything going on in her life, she couldn't help but feel a wonderful sense of jubilance for him. "But, I shan't be here in a year Rory; and I need his interference to be gone so I can finish what Johannes started, before it's too late."
"You don't have ta finish it. Myself or one of the Order can finish it for ya."
She sighed, "Why would I ask you to risk your life, when mine is already forfeit." A tender smile graced her lips, "Especially as you have so much more to live for."
Despite himself, a wry grin spread across his features; causing hers to widen farther.
"Which from you expression, I can assume that you and George have taken the next step."
Minerva watched the color of his eyes imperceptibly lighten at the memory, "A gentlemen never tells."
"And I will not take that away from either one of you."
"Minerva, you and I both know that it twill be a miracle for me, Helena and Harold, even the better half of the Order to come through this war alive."
"That is why I hope to give you," She leaned forward, "Each of you a better chance of living, as I am already dying."
"Minerva…"
She shook her head, "Enough melancholy, Rory. I barely have the strength to continue on with what needs to be done, lest I dwell on what is to be." She cleared her throat and blinked back the tears, "Please, brighten my dreary day and tell me of your new lover."
"Before I do…" He held up his hand, staying her commentary. "Know that I will do whatever needs be done, no matter if tis my life. As I will continue ta protect ya, luv and our family."
"I never doubted it Rory. Now," She placed her chin upon her hand, an almost cheshire grin lacing her features. "Was your delay to this morning's meeting due to personal reasons or intimately personal reasons?"
"Minerva, I canna talk too much about it. He is not comfortable with people knowin' as he fears his mother and Percy will no longer speak with him."
"Molly will come around as for Percy…" She sighed, wishing it would be easier on the younger wizard as the nature of their relationship changed. "He will too. It will just take time."
"I know." Rory said, "But I don't know if he will wait."
Minerva's hand fell away from her chin, mildly shocked that Rory…had gone ahead with the next step. She had been chiding him before…as it was beyond rare for him to take a lover…and to do so…so quickly was, uncharacteristic at best. "You did take the next step."
He gave a barely perceptible nod.
"Was he ready?" She asked aloud, scanning his face eyes as she tried to see if he had been ready.
"I couldna help myself, luv." He rasped, "It…just sorta happened."
Nope…she thought inwardly as she muttered, "The night with the letter." More to herself than to him as she mentally pieced the events together. His wayward and highly emotional state, add into the fact that he cared very deeply for the younger wizard, who in turn…cared for him.
"Aye, and now…I dunno know if we went too fast."
"He's worried Rory, just like you were with Derrick." Minerva quietly countered, "But that isn't what you're worried about." She said, reading his eyes with far too much ease. "You're worried…about how I'll feel, as you really care for him…" He mildly blanched and she realized it went well past caring. "You love him."
"Aye, I think I do." His voice cracked, "And I barely know him, luv."
"I'm happy for you." At his intense stare, she easily…and honestly smiled into his gaze, letting him read her like she did him merely moments before. "Truly happy. As for getting to know him, you've been watching him for months and for you, that is not a common occurrence. So, while he wasn't a friend…I'd be willing to wager you knew what he liked to eat for breakfast before he spent the night two days ago."
oxox
"Where is she?" Kingsley demanded to Harold, face beat red.
"At her Manor." He casually replied as the other Department Heads remained somewhat behind the stately man, hoping not to be in the direct path of the Minister this afternoon.
"Gawain, I'd like you to assemble a detail of Aurors; departure by one this afternoon."
Gawain swallowed, "Of course." Knowing that the next few hours would be the beginning of the end as far as the Minster was concerned; especially if he left here with the intent to arrest Minerva McGonagall.
"And make sure Potter and Weasley are not on it." The Minister snapped before his gaze leveled upon Victoria.
Yup…beginning of the end; Gawain mused as Kingsley continued onward. "And by Executive Order, I am issuing you to close off her grate from the floo network."
"For what health and safety reason are you issuing the Order under?" Victoria countered, and Gawain inwardly chuckled as Kingsley's face became just a shade brighter and he couldn't help but notice how Jessup, Henry, Sylvia and Quinton – the younger department heads; shift at her direct question back to the Minister.
"It is not for you to understand…"
Harold stepped beside Victoria, "But it is, Minister. As we are sworn to protect the people of this country and from the article printed in the Prophet and the orders you have been issuing regarding the Headmistress; it seems that your orders today are stemming from a personal vendetta and not because of Britain's safety."
Kingsley's jaw flexed, "Everyone but Harold is excused." His eyes momentarily flickered to Gawain and then Victoria, "I expect the Auror team at my office in ten minutes and for her grate to be closed by the time they arrive here."
Harold waited until the door closed, forcing his body to remain in a relaxed anti-defensive state.
"You've finally gone too far." Kingsley stated, "I want your resignation on my desk by the time I return from bringing McGonagall back in chains from her precious Manor."
"Chains?" Harold felt his hair stand up on the back of his neck at that comment, "What possible reason do you have to arrest her?" He asked, blatantly ignoring Kingsley's request for his resignation.
"Your resignation." Kingsley's growled.
"The reason?" He countered, not backing down.
"It's above your pay grade."
Harold outright laughed in his face, "Truly? Above my pay grade? Then…I shall step down," Blue eyes turned predatory, "To your job."
"You self righteous, egotistical bastard…"
"Careful," Harold rumbled, "You may say something true."
"I'll have your job for insubordination!" He shrieked.
"I'll save you the hassle and give you my resignation, if…" Harold stepped closer, "You find McGonagall Manor and are able to arrest her." Harold spun on his heel ignoring Kingsley's follow-up commentary as his robes billowed out behind him. Oh God…please let Minerva know what she is doing. He thought, mind desperately trying to find a way to warn Minerva, who was coming over to visit.
However, warning her…would be difficult at best; because without a backward glance, he could see the detail assigned by Kingsley to follow him for the next who knew how long. He paused midstride and cut through a throng of people as he veered to the left; inspiration striking him.
Oxox
Griphook frowned at the owl and the minute parcel attached to his left leg, not recognizing the beautiful animal nor the unique wizard's magic that cast the shrinking spell. Wondering what awaited him, he untied the leather strap and with a wave of his knobby hand; he found himself staring at the now 'normal' package.
"What have we here?" He murmured to himself, noticing his name scrawled across the letter a top the bundle. "And who are you from?" He asked giving the owl a piece of dried bacon left over from his lunch.
The owl hooted before picking up the morsel and flying away. Opening the letter, he placed the parchment near the candle to ease the strain upon his eyes.
Dear Sir,
Our paths have never crossed before nor shall they have the opportunity to in the future, because by the time you receive this letter I will already be dead.
Involuntarily, a grimace passed before his face as he continued on, mildly intrigued.
I am, however, asking an enormous request as I have enclosed a series of journals that must make it into the hands of one of your clients; who is a dear family friend – Minerva McGonagall.
His eyes shot to the journals and then back to the letter.
They are Arthmancer equations that Johannes Harkiss wishes to obtain; and mustn't. However, these journals must reach Minerva's hands on March 13th, 2010 at 9pm. It is imperative that she not have these before that designated date and time. If she does, her life will end far before it is meant to be, and my last hours of life and the pain I suffered will have been in vain.
If you cannot keep these safe until then, then I ask you destroy them. It would be better for her to never know of a possible outcome versus the alternative.
I know you wonder why I have sent this to you, it is because no one would make the connection between us – and more importantly, Minerva trusts you.
Please keep this safe.
And as payment for your assistance, route the remaining contents of my vault to your personal holdings.
With warmest regards and heartfelt gratitude,
Adam Brunt
Griphook reread the letter, before lifting his gaze upwards and staring at the stack of journals wondering how true the man's letter was, and exactly what was written on those bound parchments. It was only because of who was to receive the texts that he managed to curtail his own curiosity, and that the man who sent them had given his life to make sure that she received them.
He scanned the date once more, before crumpling the paper and throwing it into the fireplace behind him. The paper instantly burst into green then yellow flames before disintegrating into black ash, in a single movement, he spun back around and snatched the parcel and strode from his office, at a speed and with agility rarely if ever seen.
After all, he had a parcel to secure.
Immediately.
Oxox
Minerva strode down the halls, her cloak billowing behind her, walking stick pinging off the marble floor; enraged. Rory was barely able to keep up, his long legs matching her swift strides.
He had tried to stop her from leaving, but…she had been adamant. Extremely adamant and so, he went with her.
Or more precisely ran after her.
And had been since they had left the Manor and entered the Ministry, dozens of eyes trailing after them…until he watched her draw to a stop; cloak flourishing outward as she did.
"Are you still keen on arresting me, Minister?" She drawled while bring her walking stick to rest at her left side.
Rory couldn't see his expression, but the tenor in Kingsley's voice reflected his surprise. And undoubtedly so…it isn't everyday that the person the Minister of Magic is going to arrests; openly and willingly enters the Ministry. "I would like to speak with you in private, Headmistress."
"What are the charges?" She asked, the milling crowd openly stopping and staring.
His eyes cast about the edge of the atrium they were currently standing in. "Excuse me?"
"The charges that you wish to arrest me for." She clarified, several gasps and murmured 'no' could be heard from the throng of persons gravitating only meters away.
"It would be best to discuss our business in private, Headmistress." He motioned to the elevators.
"For you perhaps, but what are the charges?" Her question undeterred despite his attempts at obfuscating.
He stepped closer, voice a low rumble. "For sedition." His baritone voice clipped before nodding to the Aurors beside him. "Arrest her."
Four wizards and four witches stepped around the Minister, but stopped at seeing the Headmistress of Hogwarts; Minerva McGonagall standing opposite of the Minister…her features appearing glacial. "Ahh…" Pansy Parkinson swallowed, hard. "Minister, I don't think I can arrest her."
"Me either." Stanley stepped back. It didn't do well to stand between the Titans; no good could possibly come out of it…unless I got petrified in the crossfire and was able to save my job. Stanley mused as the rest of the Aurors eased backwards, following his and Pansy's example.
Minerva eyed the situation with amusement, but her voice remained…steady. "If you wish to arrest me, Kingsley." She lifted her arms outwards, "Then arrest me. You." She nodded to the men and women stepping aside from him, "Not one of your minions, but you."
All eyes drifted between the two…and the outright contempt etched upon both their faces for the other. Neither moving for a heartbeat…both contemplating…before his deep voice resonating off the marble.
"Very well." He said drew out his wand in a flash, pointing at the woman who was single handedly trying to have him excised from office to help her nefarious son-in-law. "Minerva McGonagall, you are under arrest for sedition against the Ministry of Magic and the persons of Britain."
"You've gone too far Kingsley." She remarked, slowly letting her arms fall to her sides.
"It is you who has gone too far, Minerva." Brown eyes watching her movements like a hawk as he took a singular step closer.
"If speaking the truth against the current Minister of Magic is a crime, then I am guilty. However, there will be a recall vote awaiting you by the time you regain consciousness – and by God, I will see to it if it is the very last thing I do, that you lose."
"Damn you." He sneered as his wand swept through the air, a yellow bolt spiraling towards the venerable Headmistress of Hogwarts.
I already am, she thought as she watched the spell hurl forwards. Idly, she recalled the recent lessons she had spent working on the very topic with Hermione. How her lithe body had begun to move as so few knew how to and dared to try. She felt a subtle calmness swept through Minerva as she blinked, waiting another heartbeat, her mind dwelling upon Hermione for a scant moment more…noticing the familiar figure pulling his own wand from maroon robes - before like the cat she was, she moved.
In a way that none, would have expected.
Her walking stick having been thrust forward and splintering apart, the crowd turning away…as did Kingsley from the deadly wood particles and odd bits of smoke. A bolt of silver joining the smoke…and as all eyes turned back, they were surprised to see…she was gone and Kingsley was lying flat on his back. Petrified.
Rory couldn't help but smile as everyone else snapped their heads around, desperately searching for the woman they wouldn't see or find. His own eyes landing upon Harold's retreating form...hand tucking something…his wand, Rory mused, away. "How'd she do that?"
"Where is she?"
"Think we should move him?"
Rory dropped his eyes to the Minister and back to the elevators in time to see Harold step onto the blasted contraption…their gazes momentarily locking and even from this distance; Rory could see the barely contained glee in blue depths before he was gone. It seemed Harold's message had a few more details than he had thought, Rory arched his brow at the petrified Minister; and like so many others…turned and left.
Oxox
Hermione stopped at the oddity, wondering when Minerva had been in her rooms; as she picked up the small letter with her name scrolled across. After all, she would recognize Minerva's handwriting, anywhere.
Slitting the seal, she pulled a thick ivory card out from the envelope and her eyes immediately scanned across the rich emerald and interwoven scarlet writing – that was not Minerva's.
Perhaps Bonnie's writing? Hermione thought as she digested the words. A broad smile growing upon her face as she did.
Ms. H.J. Granger
You and a guest are invited to attend a Holiday Gala event on Monday, December 21st, 2009 hosted by Minerva McGonagall.
Beginning at 5:00pm.
Dinner will commence at 6:00pm.
Music and festivities to follow.
R.S.V.P. to stating yes or no within ten minutes of opening this card.
Hermione didn't waste any time, "Yes, I would like to attend."
The color of the ink faded as the print melted into a new message. And it was times like this, that Hermione loved the unending possibilities of magic.
A portkey will appear where this envelop was at 4:50pm on the 21st.
Hermione,
If you are inclined, the Mistress is having a private get together with the family on the evening of the 23rd at the Manor. Please let her know yourself.
Bonnie
Hermione glanced over to Godric. "Is Minerva in?"
"She has just returned from the Ministry." He stepped through two other paintings, bringing himself closer to her. "It seems that he was going to place a warrant out for her arrest."
"What?" She asked.
"So she went to the Ministry to refute the charges, and while there incapacitated the Minister."
Hermione strode towards the door, "Is she alright?"
"Yes, though, if you wish to see her, now would be preferable as she looks rather tired."
"Thank you, Godric." She flashed him an appreciative smile.
Godric nodded in return, watching as the young woman hastily exited her rooms. He paused for a moment in quiet contemplation regarding the growing friendship that was developing between Minerva and Hermione; and the hint of something more that neither woman seemed aware of…but he doubted the either woman was incapable from stopping. A soft sigh eschewed from eternal lips as Albus' face came to mind, and he wondered for the thousandth time how much longer Albus and Minerva's love could survive between three planes of existence – the living, the dead, and the in between. It was a discussion oft had between he, Salazar, Rowena and Helga. Each wanting to believe that their bond would survive, holding to the notion that love was the most powerful form of magic. However, even the mightiest spells crumble given enough pressure and time.
Xoxo
A chorus of hellos greeted Minerva as she headed towards her desk, eyes already noting the carefully stacked letters waiting for her. "Hello." She clipped in response as she threw her outer cloak onto the arm of her desk chair, fingers automatically unfastening the top of her robes along her neck and felt her hands marginally stiffen even farther from the minute use of magic.
"Minerva, we need to talk." Albus' voice cut through her meandering thoughts, causing her to jerk her eyes up to his portrait.
"Not tonight, Albus."
"Minerva…"
She felt his worry, his love, his concern for her and their mutual fatigue. "I'm tired. We're both sorry, so let it be for one more day. Please." Her voice involuntarily softened, "We'll talk in the morning."
It was with great trepidation that he consented. As the hours since her sudden departure last evening had passed with aching slowness. Each minute feeling as though an hour has passed, and each hour as though a day had passed. He needed to speak with her, his words and their discord...was placing an additional stress upon them…that they did not need. "In the morning, my dear." Their bond had already been stressed for too long and too far. The last thing he wanted to do was to stress the fissure between them anymore than it was already stressed.
She gave a half hearted nod before turning to the rest of the portraits, "Anything else of relevancy that cannot wait until morning?"
"The Board of Governors asked to inform you of a meeting this evening at 7." Rowena crisply stated.
Her eyes darted to the clock, to see that it was not quite 5. "It seems that my desire for an early evening has been temporarily waylaid." She turned to Helga, "Will you please relay to Filius and Pomona that I shall be at the Governor's estate this evening and as such, will not be attending dinner."
Helga gave a curt nod, "At once, Minerva." And disappeared from the frame, as did Rowena.
"Elgin," She called out as she drew out her chair behind her desk, and glanced up as he materialized beside her. "It seems that I'll be leaving for a short bit this evening, and have need for a light bit of dinner prior to."
"I shall bring some soup and bread; and a spot of tea."
"That sounds lovely."
"It shan't be a few moments, Mistress." And he was gone in faint pop.
Albus inwardly sighed, pulling off his glasses. Knowing that the second part of what he wished to speak with his wife about, now, could not wait till morning. He waited a moment more, watching as she pulled a stack of letters to her; pulling out a ream of parchment, her quill and ink pot. He loved the long lines of her neck, the way her wisps of black hair fluttered at her nape, her proud shoulders, the angle of her jaw, the cut of her cheekbone…
"I miss you too, my dear." She called, enjoying the feeling of love as it lightly rippled through her essence; fingers deftly picking up the quill.
"I need to tell you, that I saw Adam this afternoon."
The quill fell from numb fingers as she spun the chair around, "No, Albus…"
Blue met tear filled green ones, "He wishes you well."
"No…" She gasped bringing a hand up to her mouth as tears fell unbidden from her eyes. "He just left…St. Mungos this past Tuesday."
"And for that, he is sorry; but he said that he did not wish to forestall seeing his wife and sons again."
Minerva felt the gargoyle activate, and involuntarily wiped the tears away as she swallowed the heartache. "Please Albus, tell me that he did not suffer."
"He would not divulge the cause of his death."
"Did he at least tell you where he died?"
The door opened as Albus responded, "His home."
Minerva raised tear filled eyes upwards, to see Hermione's form step into her office; and she found the tears she had momentarily stymied were pressing against the back of her eyes…wanting to be released. With considerable force of will, she kept her voice even trying to force a smile upon her face. "Hermione, what an unexpected surprise."
Hermione paused, eyes involuntarily narrowing as she neared; noticing the way the shafts of waning twilight sparkled off what could only be tear streaks upon Minerva's face. "Are you alright?" She asked, not stopping in front of the cherry desk, coming around the side…only to feel her heart sink at being able to clearly see the drying tear streaks and blood shot eyes mostly obscured from view by her glasses. "Minerva…?"
"Adam…" Minerva fought for composure, "Was killed."
Without thought, Hermione reached out, fingers gently touching the edge of her shoulder; "I am so sorry."
Minerva numbly nodded as she deftly took her glasses off, and placed her head within her palm. "He left St. Mungos…knowing that he would die." Minerva gasped, and could feel her world begin to crumble…as memories of Adam…and his wife, Victoria, stopped by Manor to visit with her father…and mother. She remembered how Callum, her brother, and their son, Hershal, used to spend hours upon hours brewing potions in the kitchen while she and Hector dueled across the front lawns as Derrick watched and learned. And now…they were all gone. Killed in this war or the last…it didn't matter; as she was the only one to have survived.
And…as the tears began streaming down her face, she felt a hand slip down her shoulder, her back…and she willingly moved her body forward and into the warmth of another. Needing a moment of solace…
Hermione had kneeled lower, but as Minerva sank into her embrace; she could feel her quadriceps burn from the added weight, though didn't dare move as the elder woman gave in to grief. Quiet sobs racking her far too slight frame, and Hermione made a mental note to make sure she was eating two and preferably three meals in addition to snacks per day; as she continued holding her.
Elgin appeared several minutes later, and Minerva slowly pulled herself away…despite the tears that still wanted to fall…she could no longer give them further credence. She had wallowed in grief…for all that she had time to spare. She could feel her desire to turn her head away in shame for her momentary bout of grief, but flexed her jaw as she sat back into her chair. "Thank you." She rasped, holding Hermione's gaze for a moment before glancing to Elgin. "Will you please take that upstairs?"
"Of course." He went to snap his fingers, but yellow orbs left his Mistress and darted to Hermione in question.
"I was about to have a bite of dinner before…" She cleared her throat as Hermione stood, "Going to the Governor's Manor for a meeting. You are, of course, welcome to join me."
"Only if you are feeling up to having company."
"Then please…" Minerva motioned to the back of her office, as she answered Elgin's unspoken query. "A second setting will be needed."
He gave a curt nod and was gone.
Minerva slowly made her way up the stairs, Hermione waiting beside a small table set for two that Elgin had placed in her living room. She gave her a nod, as she gimped forward. "Please go ahead and have a seat."
Hermione waited despite the prompt. "Your hip seems stiff."
"The damp cold plays havoc with both my hip and ribs."
"Ribs?"
"Yes, from my stunning encounter with Delores." They both pulled out their chairs, and she willingly expanded upon her answer, as she wasn't quite ready to speak about Adam…or his death. "As they had been shattered from the impact."
"I would have thought skelo-grow would have completely healed them both." Hermione laid out her napkin a top her lap.
"Under normal circumstances, that is very true. However," Minerva broke the bread and handed a piece to Hermione. "As with my hip, things didn't go as they should have."
"Thank you." Hermione murmured taking the bread, "Helena wasn't able to repair it?"
"She was, however, it still aches when it is damp and cold."
Hermione slid a glass of tea in front of Minerva's plate, "I hate to state the obvious, but we're in Scotland." She waited a hair's breathe of a moment until Minerva glanced up. "It's damp and cold here seven months of the year."
A hint of a sparkle flashed in green eyes, "Ahhh…the life of the Highlands."
"You said you had to meet the Governors this evening?" Hermione took a sip of soup.
"Inevitably it is regarding the article printed in the Prophet today."
"Are you sure you're feeling up to it?"
Minerva dipped a chunk of bread into her soup, "I'll be fine."
Hermione leaned forward, "You always are, but I didn't ask how you were. Rather if you are feeling up to going?"
Green eyes lifted up, meeting Hermione's brown gaze. Whether it was the warmth emanating from her eyes or the openness in her face…she found the words slipping from her lips with little effort. "I had planned on lying down when I returned to Hogwarts." She took a sip of soup, "Seems my plans have changed."
"Do you want to talk about it?" Hermione gently pried.
"The last several weeks…" Minerva corrected the time frame, "Months have been long and I do believe I finally need a bit of sleep."
Hermione chuckled, "I'd say more than a bit." Her voice softened, "But you can't keep going as you are. You're pushing too hard and will get yourself killed because you're just plain exhausted."
"I will slow down as time allows, Hermione. In that regard, you will have to trust me."
"I do." Hermione whispered. "But, you can only push yourself so far."
"I am aware." Minerva gently responded, far more than you know. "But, I will ask you to remember that tidbit of advice yourself."
"I will."
"Including, continuing to make time for your children."
Hermione nodded, "I will always make time for them."
"I have no doubt." Minerva quietly remarked.
"Thank you, by the way." Hermione sipped her soup, chewing the vegetables. "For letting me know about the children and Ron."
"I was going to solely address him, however, if I had been in your situation I would like to have known."
"It's better that I spoke with him as…" She paused, not wanting to burden Minerva further, "There were other variables that needed to be addressed as well."
Minerva dabbed her lips and slowly set her napkin down, "Would one of those variables be me?"
"Minerva," Hermione shook her head, "It has nothing to do with you."
The elder witch stared across the table for several seconds before she gently shook her head, "You lie poorly, and while I thank you for trying to spare my feelings dear; I am alright and quite able to handle the truth. While, Adam's death was a bit of shock, I had just learned of it only moments before your arrival." Her brogue lacing her words, "He was a close family friend and the last living close friend of my parents. As for Ronald," She nodded to Hermione, "I would venture that he, along with his mother and brother Percy, believe that your children's association to me could and will place Rose and Hugo in harm's way."
"Everyone in the Order is a potential target," Hermione forcefully replied.
"True, but...I'm personally involved."
Minerva watched as tears gradually welled up in brown eyes, "I don't understand how they can view being with you as a greater threat to the children. When they are with you, they are at Hogwarts; and far safer than any environment they are in with Ron or even while at the Burrow."
So they did, Minerva inwardly thought; wishing it wasn't so, but that explained Molly's odd expression earlier in the week regarding her arrival at the Burrow and wishing to see the children. "Perception, Hermione." She quietly stated aloud, "And this is not the first time that people do not wish to associate or know me…" She gently squeezed Hermione's hand before withdrawing it. "For being in the center of the coming storm has far reaching consequences for all involved. And Molly has already lost her two brothers, parents and a one son to war, she does not wish to lose anymore of her family; especially her grandchildren." Minerva cleared her throat, "I know…as I have been where she now sits."
"And…what did you do?"
"Continued on while making as many provisions for my family as I could."
"Do you regret it?"
"At times." Minerva swallowed the last of her tea, "But, I believe I would have regretted the other far more."
"I…" Hermione paused, restructuring what she was going to say with what needed to be said between them. "Minerva…" She waited a hair's breathe of a second until Minerva met her gaze. "I need you to know that I do trust you with my children. Implicitly."
"I know." Minerva whispered, almost wishing…she didn't. Because…Merlin forgive her, if something did happen to Hermione's children.
Oxox
"Minerva, you can understand our concern as the Minister…"
"I did not break any law with the article nor any contractual agreement that I have as the Headmistress. Now, was there anything else?"
All eyes swept to Arthur, who cleared his throat as he leaned forward. "The Minister has demanded your removal."
"If you feel that there is another person who is better suited to run Hogwarts through the end of the year; then please, remove me." Minerva reached up and pulled off her glasses, gently laying them down table. "I'm tired." She stated sincerely, "Of having to fight to keep Hogwarts safe while cutting through the red tape from the Ministry and being followed by the Unspeakable division."
"We are not questioning why you did what you did, only the timing. There would have been a recall vote by this summer; and as you have previously stated, your resources have been stretched thin running Hogwarts. Why not let this problem correct itself?" Alayah questioned.
"I have grown tired of not being able to see friends and family without having to have a mysterious escort issued through the Unspeakable division."
"Only seven months…"
"Would you like your life under a microscope for the next seven months, Stanley?" His face balked, and she continued on. "As for updates, I have no additional news outside of the report you received this past Wednesday. Is," Her fingers grasping the end of the arms, "That all for the evening?"
"Have you decided?" Despite the quietness of the question, it echoed through the room as if Alayah had yelled it out.
Minerva met her gaze for only the briefest of moments, and then pushed her chair back and stood up slowly. "I have."
"And?" Several Governors chorused.
"It'll wait until our meeting in January." She stated eased her glasses back onto her face, "Because, like each of you," She reached over and grasped her walking stick. "I want to be sure."
Oxoxo
A/N:
I feel as I am repeating myself, but work has been…horridly busy and despite my belief that it would slow down…I am sorry to say, it has not. However, I keep hoping and have my fingers crossed.
Regarding a question recently asked; yes, we learn the meaning behind the Centaurs comments – and Hermione is Titan.
And…before you ask…. – I am aware that the date on Adam's letter does not match the date in Meric and Helena's journals or even the ones that Adam sent to Minerva. But, both dates are exceptionally important – for very different reasons.
Many many thank yous to those who have been reading and taking time to review. It is most appreciated! And as always, hope you enjoyed!
