Minerva laughed as Tom picked her up and ran towards the bedroom. They had just dropped Hermione and Harry off with Sirius for a week long vacation. He set her down by the bed and tugged at her clothing. "Are you a wizard or not," she huffed good-naturedly.

Tom chuckled and waved his hand. Every stitch of clothing both wore was discarded to the floor. He grabbed her face with his hands and pulled her to him with a soul-searching kiss. She felt their bond pulse with love and purred in response. "Keep making that sound and I will take you against the door," he growled as he kissed her neck.

Minerva laughed merrily and pulled his lips back to hers. "I love you Thomas Riddle Dumbledore and will until the day I die," she proclaimed.

He looked at her with such love it was overwhelming. "I will always be grateful for this chance of atonement for my past lifetime," he said. "I loved you and Hermione enough to die for you then but now it is so much more. You were never truly mine then but now you are. I didn't have the capacity to love you then but now I do. I will spend the rest of ours lives together making sure you know how much I love and want you."

Before she could utter a word, he kissed her hard and demanding. He shifted and pulled her down on the bed with him. A whispered spell had her ready for him and he pulled her down onto his manhood. She gasped as he filled her unexpectedly. He gripped her hips and helped her lift up and let her fall back on him. He did that a few times before she found a rhythm and moved on her own accord.

"You are glorious my celtic goddess," he breathed sensually as he took in her form.

"You need glasses my love," she retorted. "My hair is graying, my breasts are saggy, not to mention the stretch marks."

Tom held her still a moment before sitting up and grabbing her face within his hands. "Your breasts might be saggy but they provided nourishment to my daughter, I see the warmth on your eyes as you fed her as a babe. Your stretch marks tell of your utter compassion. You sacrificed your body and months of your life to keep your siblings safe, to help your mother. Your stretch marks are badges of honor in my opinion. Your hair may not be as dark as it was before but I don't see you as old. I see your dark hair peppered with gray as a sign that we are growing old together and that is something I desperately want. I love you Minerva McGonagall Dumbledore and don't you forget it."

Words failed her but he could see her emotions in her expressive green eyes. Her love, need, was present. He rolled her over onto her back and loved her slowly. He caressed whatever he could reach and covered her in kisses. He had wanted to make her scream his name tonight but her doubts of her appearance had changed things. He would show her just how special, how gorgeous she was to him. He set a slow pace and licked and nipped at her pale skin. He hands caressed her lovingly, sensually. He moved them both to the point of escasy and smiled contently when they both fell of the brink together. He would rest and love her again. He had her undivided attention for a week and he would make good use of it!

"Pregnant," Minerva repeated in complete disbelief.

"Pregnant indeed," Poppy said with a grin. It was rare to catch the Deputy Headmistress off guard. "Looks like Tom's getting another little princess."

"A girl," Minerva asked in suprise. Things that differed directly regarding her from the past timeline worried her. Their first miscarriage scarred her more than she cared to admit. If she were pregnant with twin boys she would have been more settled about it. "I guess I need to inform Tom. He will be ecstatic of course. We had always wanted more children but it just never happened for us."

Poppy looked at her friend with a frown marring her face before casting another complex spell. She read the diagnostic parchment and then gasped in surprise. "Your reproductive system was damaged by Hermione's magic," Poppy said. "I never thought to check. I just assumed you didn't want anymore children."

"Damaged," Minerva asked suprised.

"You shouldn't have been able to be pregnant now," Poppy informed. "It's a feat that you managed to carry the twins for your mother. Your damage started to heal itself Halloween of 1981 it seems but it's not fully healed."

"Lilly's spell," Minerva gasped.

"Hermione knew she hurt your body when she came into this world," Helena Ravenclaw said as she floated to the room. "She has voiced her concerns to me many times throughout the years."

"What," Minerva asked horrified. "She couldn't help it!"

"I have told her the same," the ghost admitted. "Hermione became upset at the Potters home once and her magic lashed out. She pushed a few of her concerns and worries towards Lilly Potter without meaning to. Your damaged reproductive system was one of them. Lilly came and spoke to me regarding it. I believe she originally planned for the amulet to go to Sirius upon her death but once she realized the magic had a chance to reverse the damage to you, she changed her plans."

"To ease Hermione's burdens," Minerva guessed.

"Yes," the ghost breathed. "Lilly was very thankful for the chance Hermione gifted her with to help Harry. She wanted to return that kindness and pushed healing magic into the amulet."

"I'm grateful she did," Minerva whispered, tears cascading down her face.

Minerva waited for Tom that evening in the bedroom. She wore nothing but a pair of black lacy knickers, her ever faithful jewelry and one of his Slythrein ties. "Minerva," he whispered lustfully as he stepped into the room and caught sight of her.

She grinned when he rushed to her and lovingly ran his hand down her body. "See something you like," she asked teasingly.

"I like everything about you," he answered honestly as he kissed her demanding.

She smiled happily before asking, "Will you still like what you see once my belly is swelled with you second daughter?"

Shocked, Tom looked at her face. His eyes begged her to tell him it was so, that another child would grace their family. She smiled teary eyed before pushing out to him mentally. She showed him the conversation with Poppy and Helena uncensored. "Thank you Lilly," he breathed as he pulled Minerva into his arms. He planned on worshipping his wife's body.