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Minerva's Hope

Minerva arrived at the small tea salon. Poppy had helped Minerva; they went to a trusted seamstress, not a known shop. She knew Albus' penchant for spying. Today she wore elegant and fashionable witch's robes. She didn't wear a hat, but braided her long auburn hair and tied it with red and black ribbon. She looked different, pretty.

The handsome Rufus greeted her, his eyes longing.

"You look lovely," his eyes spoke the same words.

"Last year you asked me to marry you, I said no. I also told you that I have been offered a job in Australia at the end of this school year. I have changed my mind." But she didn't elaborate.

"Have you? You change about which of the two?" Rufus didn't want to be rejected again. He had asked her to marry him several times, she always said maybe in the future. But last year, she said no.

"Yes, to both. I didn't accept the job, but I need your advice first."

"I am glad that you didn't go. If you changed your mind, do you mean to marry me?" Hope was blooming inside him. He had loved Minerva since he saw her the first time. He had had lovers, but his heart was taken.

"Yes, I want to marry you. I checked with the healer, I can still have babies. I know you wished the same being the last of your family. Yes, if the offer is still open."

Rufus held her hand; in the other, he held a small box. "Open it," he gave her the table and kissed her hand.

Inside the box, she saw a ring, one large square ruby surrounded with diamonds ring. "My family's bride ring, I always have it with me, in case I might get lucky." He smiled at her look. "Minerva, will you finally be my wife, even if Moody gets angry, he is afraid to be left alone." He chuckled. A little humor to quiet his heart.

Minerva stretched her hand, "I am shaking too much, will you help me with the ring. Yes, I will."

He helped her, his usually hard face looking softer, glowing with happiness. He didn't let her hand go.

"As I said, I want to have a child," Minerva told him what she had observed. She was afraid for the young Gryffindor witch, the one she suspected to be Tom's child. "But first, we must stop Albus."

She told him of an owl she had received. It was from a cousin who helped manage an estate in Tyrol. A vacation home, he told her of the young child and all he knew. She remembered seeing Albus talking to Wallburga some years ago, and put the story together.

"Why does he care about them?"

"Not sure, I have seen him scrying since many years ago. I think he wants a future that suits his plans. I think that he doesn't want peace, he wants Tom gone."

"It isn't blood magic, but he has no right." They talked more and agreed on a private ceremony in the coming week. They didn't want Albus to interfere.

"I miss you, I want you to come to my flat. It has been too long." Rufus kissed her hand again. Minerva blushed. They had been lovers over ten years before, but he wanted more, and she wasn't sure. She felt the need to stay with Albus. Rufus kissed her wrist and looked straight at her.

"We can start the baby project, I would like more than one, and your body is still able. Magical women have many more years to conceive, but why wait? What do you say? My body hungers for yours."

Minerva answered, "Why wait? Indeed, we waited long enough, but I have to be back in Hogwarts before long. I only have a couple of hours. No potions or charms, we won't use any, what for? We will marry soon enough."

He kissed her hand, "I wasn't planning to, I don't want to give you the chance to change your mind."

The shadows were happy; this had never happened. They had done little to make it happen, maybe there was hope.

Alastor Moody came into the shop; when he saw them, he looked the other way. It would seem Rufus was to be married, he spotted the ring that Rufus always carried with him. Minerva had on her finger, and Rufus was glowing. Now, he was a lone wolf, it wasn't such an appealing prospect.

Lucius and love

Lucius was aware that Ermi wanted to go slowly, he didn't want her to run away. At Hogwart, the last days have been quiet. Bellatrix has some magical malaise and had to go home; with her gone, the dorm was peaceful.

Narcissa was meeting with Gideon in all dark corners. But he knew better, he wanted her untouched, not wanting to risk a pregnancy. Fabian had told him to go to see her parents, Bella had accepted his suit, he should try.

Rodolphus and Rabastan were at odds. Andy was a shadow, but with Bellatrix not at Hogwarts, Rodolphus was chasing her. She had told Tonks that they couldn't see each other again. Tonks was broken-hearted, but a pretty Ravenclaw had her eye on Tonks since ever.

Hermione received a scroll. It was from Tom Riddle.

"Please meet me at this address for tea. You have nothing to fear. Bring Serge, just whisper the address to him, and you will be here. Please come over, your servant, Tom Riddle."

Hermione was very curious, she decided to do it without telling anyone. "Lucius, I am not feeling well, I need to rest until dinner time," Hermione told him after classes.

She told her small band, the Marauders, the same thing. Lucius invited them to Hogsmead, and many others joined them.

Albus observed Lucius' ever-growing popularity. Why was this happening? The truth was that members from all houses gathered around him. He had friends that were former pariahs. Was this a plot to bring Albus down? He called Minerva, who told him that she was busy. Albus had observed her less open attitude. She was keeping her distance. Could all of this be related to the sunny Gryffindor who avoided him like the plague? Maybe she was changing Malfoy? He needed to get close to her to read her. She looked like an old enemy, but it couldn't be. There wasn't an ounce of darkness in her.

My Father

Hermione told Serge, "Sarge, take me to Tom Riddle." The next second she was there. Hermione grinned when she saw the house, it was where she met with Lucius. The thought made her body warm. Not an idea for right now.

Tom Riddle stood up to greet her, he held both of her hands, his eyes were warm, he was smiling. She felt at ease with him, how odd.

"Come and sit, there is tea and a light meal if you wish. A glass of wine, perhaps?"

"Tea is fine. I must say I am curious as to why you want to see me."

He smiled again, he was changed when he smiled. "I see, first, let me show you a picture I have of us together. The only one, please look at it, and then I will show you something else."

Hermione took the picture, she couldn't stop herself, her mother, a young version of her, one she knew from many photos, stood next to a younger Tom Riddle. "Mom with you? But her dress?" It seemed from decades before.

His eyes brightened, "I was right, it is your mother."

"Please read this Muggle scroll," it was a marriage certificate in French, from a church near the place where they went for holidays. The year was 1953. Nannette J. L'Orc 17 years old, to Thomas Riddle, and the date.

How? How the dates were wrong, her mother was 17 in 1979. The J stood for Jean. Her mother didn't like Nannette, bad memories she said.

"Do you know this man?" He showed him a photo of Nannette dancing.

"Yes, that is my father? Why?"

"Your father? Ah, her brother passed for her husband, ingenious." He smiled again.

"I don't understand, I do, he took her hand on his, "you see, you are my child. I had it tested. Read it."

He was her father, how?

The room was spinning, how could this be. Hermione knew the answer, her mother probably moved around time.

"Where is she."

"I haven't seen them on over a year. My parents went on a trip," tears came to her eyes.

He looked sad, "I have a story to tell you, but first, why are you so upset. You think something happened to them?"

She nodded.

"I hope not, but I have you, my daughter." He sat closer and pulled her towards him, "Here, put your head on my shoulder." Serge stood on her head, holding to a curl. Lucius laughed, he said that Serge was ridding a chariot, a hair chariot; Serge had taken to sit on Lucius' head, to see more.

"I had a difficult life. Being an orphan with darkness growing inside, wasn't easy. Albus Dumbledore made my life hell. At Hogwarts, I was abused by a professor, a pervert. All at once, I wanted to be over everyone, to never be hurt again. I was happy with a forbidden witch until Albus took her away. Then, on the day when I saw Nannette, I felt as if I had stepped into another reality." He had a sip of wine.

"We married in secret one week later. It was perfect until Nannette was gone. I scared her when I bragged about becoming the next Dark Lord. I would have changed for her. I love her, I understand that is what I feel. She left because of my darkness. I want you to love me, give me a chance. I will change for you."

Hermione knew that he wasn't lying; she felt his love and felt at peace. If he changed, everyone would be saved. A small price to pay.

"Can we try it? Tell me what you want me to do. Then we can look for your mother."

Hermione thought about it, "I don't like the word Mudblood or blood traitor. I want the hatred to stop. I want my children to grow up in a peaceful world. Call the raids and strikes off."

"I could, but who will stop Albus, he doesn't want peace. He will kill me if he has a chance."

"There is something else, keep your soul intact, my mother would want you whole, not a part of you."

He paled, "What do you know?" he thought of Legilemance her, but the moment he did that, she would run away.

"I can see the future, a gift. Don't do it, don't break your soul in pieces, if you already have, put it back."

"I see what else do you know?"

"Nothing good, a future where you no longer look human. But I can see it less clearly now, maybe you are already changing." Hermione squeezed his hand.

For once in his life, he felt growing hope. His child would save him, he just knew it.

"Done, you are right about my soul. There is a problem, one part is in Hogwarts. In a dangerous place."

"Tell me where, and I will bring back."

He nodded, "We need to meet again, and we will discuss it."

"I have one last request, undo the Dark Mark, I don't want my husband to be marked. You are powerful and intelligent, you can govern without dark magic. I will be by your side. You can be the MoM and unite the magical world."

"Yes, I cannot lose you. I will do it. When you see your mother, will you tell her I am changing to come back."

Hermione's arm went around his neck." Thank you, I trust you." She kissed his cheek. His smile blinded her.

He turned playful, "Do like chocolate gateaux with clotted cream?"

"One of my favorites."

"You are my child. Let's have some."

They ate. Hermione had to laugh, she had some of his quirks, they shared many interests and some physical traits. He wanted to know about her childhood, and she shared a few anecdotes. He laughed with delight and asked her for memory vials for his pensive.

"My parents hid amongst the Muggles when I was little. But not from you, I don't think. I found evidence they hid from someone who had killed other family members, they were afraid for me, and that wasn't you."

She remembered her mother's fear when Hermione showed her a picture of Dumbledore. Her parents never took her to the train station and told her not to trust anyone. But she had. Now, she no longer trusted Dumbledore. She remembered the Greyback warnings. She needed to see them.

Hermione wanted to trust him, some. "Dumbledore keeps trying to approach me. I don't trust him."

"The pendant I sent you, shields you from Legilemance," he smiled wryly, "even from me. Not that I would try. I never invaded your mother's mind. You should know something else, there has been only one witch for me, your mother."

"This is going to sound strange, do you like Bellatrix Black?"

He looked at her curiously, "Do you see me with her in the future?"

Hermione blushed, "I did once, it wasn't good. She was mad in that vision." Mad and evil, a murderous witch who hurt all those around her.

"It will not come to pass. I will trust you, Bellatrix is married."

Hermione felt sick, poor Rabastan, and...

"Stop thinking, you are wrong. Bella is married to her child's father."

"A child? When?"

"Years ago, a small tragedy with a good ending. A secret, Albus cannot know. The child and her parents are reunited."

"Who, trust me. It is important."

"Bellatrix has a child, and is married to Fabian Prewett." There he didn't lie.

Hermione knew it, the timelines were changing. She knew for sure this had never happened, not the change in Lucius.

"You allowed the union of Bellatrix to a Blood Traitor." She looked at him with different eyes.

"I told you, I am changing. I know you like the Prewett, and your werewolf, Mr. Lupin. I want you happy." He kissed her cheek.

Hermione felt her father's love, Serge was perched near her neck, caressing it. It was a perfect moment.

"I must go back." She sounded regretful.

"Be careful around Albus, if he even suspects our relationship, he will use you to hurt me. The world wouldn't be even safe. Use Serge to come to me, or send me messages with him. One last thing, how is Mr. Malfoy? I hope he is respecting you." He looked suspicious.

Hermione blushed bright red. "He is fine, nothing to worry."

"Keep it that way, nobody hurts you, not even Abraxas' son."

He kissed her forehead. "Be careful, Albus has lost his way. His way is the only way. He is not willing to learn, but I am. If you see your mother tell her."

One of the shadows watching, dried a tear. How wrong could one be? But this timeline had been created by Hermione, any moves had to be originated by her.

Hermione

She stared at the time changer. Something awful just occurred to her, Albus would soon have one of this. What if he would discover she came from the future, or from wherever by using the time changer. The time changers had been developed by an unspeakable at the Mom. She remembered the name. What to do? Did her mother use a time changer? She didn't want to move in time, who knew what would happen. For now, be watchful. So Bellatrix had a baby with Fabian, something didn't sound right.

She went to the library, her followers saw her first. They descended like a swarm. She saw Andy, she had been crying. She excused herself, "I will see you later after dinner."

Andy was desolate, "Let's go for a walk."

Dumbledore saw them walking together and decided to follow. He used a spying charm to listen. He didn't see Serge, but Serge saw him. It knew that Albus was to be watched. He screeched to call Hermione's attention.

Minerva saw Albus walking. He was following the young witch.

"Albus, I was looking for you," Minerva called him out, loudly.

Hermione turned her head and saw him. "Let's walk faster," Hermione said, invoking a silencing charm. She would ask for the Marauders' help to keep an eye on Dumbledore.

"I'm pregnant," Andy broke out in tears.