Minerva woke up cocooned within Harry's arms. She smiled and turned around gently so not to wake him up. His face was relaxed in his sleep and his hair as wild as ever. Minerva gently pushed a strand away from his eye. "Morning," he mumbled and he drew her over impossibly closer to his own body.

She moaned when she felt his manhood erect and pushing against her belly. He kissed her mating mark gently in his sleep. Her heart raced and her body ignited. "That ritual has turned me into a wanton hussy," she breathed as she moved to kiss Harry.

Harry woke up fully as she kissed him and returned her kiss with fervor. He waved his hands and removed their clothing. "I can't seem to get enough of you," he admitted as he kissed her passionately. "I love hearing you cry out my name in the throes of passion."

He pulled her onto him as his mouth plundered hers cutting off her response. His hands caressed her and kneaded her skin. Minerva ended up straddling him and gently guided him to her entrance. Her head fell back and her eyes closed at the complete feeling that encompassed her being as their bodies joined.

Harry moved his hands to clutch at her hips. He watched mesmerized as her perky breasts bounced with her movements. He sat up without hindering her pace and his head bent to lavish attention on her breasts. Minerva moaned out her pleasure at his attentions.

Minerva's movements started to falter as passions rose to new heights. He rolled them over until he was above her and pushed into her with such force it made her breathless. "Please," she begged but she wasn't entirely sure what she was begging for.

Harry shifted slightly and licked her mating mark. Every nerve ending in her body set ablaze and she shrieked out his name. She smiled tiredly when she heard him call out her name and collapsed on top of her. He tried to roll off her but she held him to her. "Stay please," she begged. "I need to feel you."

"If you insist," he answered as he dropped a kiss on her cheek.

After nearly fifteen minutes attempting to gain their ability to breath normally, Harry spoke, "Sometime this morning I think you should see Poppy."

Confused Minerva looked at him silently asking why she would need to see the resident healer. She didn't feel ill. Harry grasped her hand and laid it on his mating mark. She gasped as she saw herself the way he saw her. She was somehow younger in appearance. It looked as if thirty to forty years had fallen off of her overnight. "Why would I appear younger?" she questioned.

"I have no idea," Harry said honestly. "It could be the Phoenix protector thing or your magic being unleashed. Do you want me to send a letter to Helen and ask her to drop by too?"

"If it isn't any trouble, Helen might have more resources than Poppy. You are not bothered by the mystery of my younger appearance, are you?" Minerva asked curiously. Harry seemed very relaxed.

Harry grinned at her lopsided before answering, "I expect the unexpected in life. It seems to happen at every turn so I accept it and move on."

Minerva snorted at his reasoning before sliding out from under him and heading to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Harry greeted Helen and Poppy as both witches arrived at the same time. Helen ruffled Harry's hair affectionately before smiling at him. "You asked for us?" Helen asked about his request that lacked details other than requesting a meeting.

"That would be because of my appearance," Minerva said as she swept into the living room. She watched the amazement on both women's face. "I assume neither of you know why I appear younger."

Helen and Poppy shared a look and then dragged Minerva back into her bedroom for a thorough exam. Harry shook his head and smiled. Those two will find an answer he thought as he settled down on the couch and started to read the book he had left on the side table yesterday.

Meanwhile, Helen and Poppy managed to strip Minerva down to her underwear and were casting spell after spell. Minerva frowned at the two as they spoke to each other and ignored her questions or curiosity. "Is it a side affect of the change in the Animagus Mating Ritual?"

"It could be her newly established bond to Amethyst and her status as a Phoenix protector," offered Helen.

"We should not rule out the magic Hogwarts performed on her nor the return of her magic," Poppy said thoughtfully.

"What," Helen questioned suprised. "When did that happen? What am I missing?"

Poppy stared at Helen momentarily and then informed the witch of what happened in the Great Hall. Wide-eyed Helen turned to her dearest friend and asked, "Merlin's grandchild?"

"Aye," Minerva answered. "Apparently my dad was a squib and never knew it. You understand why that needed to be hidden, right?"

Helen nodded and then started casting a few more spells. "Her core has doubled in size," Helen said excitedly. "It's reasonable to believe her magic was forced into too small of space and aged her prematurely. Minerva's amount of magical ability will slow the aging process."

"And her bond with Amethyst will slow it more so," Poppy offered.

"It seems you have found the fountain of youth," Helen said as she smiled at her friend. "There is no need to be concerned by any of your readings."

"Are there any other changes? Any oddities? Anything you cannot explain?" Poppy asked trying to ensure there wasn't any other issues.

Minerva bit down on her lip and frowned. She thought back to this morning and blushed deeply. "There is a few unusual developments," Minerva said as she closed her eyes.

"Like what," Helen asked with a raised eyebrow. Minerva was not easily embarrassed.

Minerva pointed at her Phoenix tattoo. "This mark has a lot more uses than originally thought," she said with closed eyes. "When Harry touches the mark, I can feel or see what he wants me to. I can shift through his memories or him mine if we are both holding each others' marks at the same time. In more intimate times, we can sense each other and our wants or needs."

With eyebrows raised and a suprised look on her face, Poppy asked, "Anything else?"

Minerva grabbed a pillow and covered her face from view. Sighing she spoke, "When Harry kisses or licks my mating mark, I become inflamed by him. Every nerve ending in my body sets ablaze and overwhelms me. At times, I believe the pending orgasm might just kill me."

Helen and Poppy stared at Minerva with dropped jaws and then looked at each other. "I have never read anything describing that," Helen said fascinated. "We should probably start documenting all of this. Of course, it will not be made public until you chose to make it so."

"Out of curiosity sake, what do you feel once the orgasm hits?" asked Poppy.

"They are undoubtedly the best and most intense orgasms I have ever experienced," Minerva said honestly. "Once when we both held each other's marks, I lost consciousness."

Poppy stared in disbelief at her friend. "It seems a younger, experienced husband is the way to go," she joked.

"He's not experienced," Helen said matter-of-factly. "Harry was a virgin until the Animagus Mating Ritual."

Minerva threw the pillow off her face and stared at Helen in suprise. "What," she asked, shocked by that revelation.

Helen looked at her friend in suprise. "You didn't know?"

Minerva shook her head negatively. "We have not had the chance to discuss most things," Minerva explained with a frown. "We are still learning one another."

"I suggest you make time for one another and have a few overdue conversations," Helen said softly as she and Poppy left to allow Minerva to redress.