"Ahem. Albus. We have to tell Ginny and Draco the "news" preferably as soon as possible. But as I can see you're clearly too busy eating your new sweets, we can postpone it tomorrow for the sake of it."

It was the morning after. Minerva McGonagall still kept looking at Dumbledore with eyes wide open. How could he have been married and raised a daughter without anyone knowing of it? Surely there had to be some marriage register somewhere? Or some birth register with the register of Narcissa with father and mother? Minerva had already decided that she'd probably never get the answer to these questions, so why did she keep pestering herself about it? Or rather why did she pester Dumbledore and his new assortment of Muggle sweets? It was a wonder the man had any teeth left.

"You don't have to be blunt, Minerva. Of course we're going to speak to the happy couple about their upcoming marriage today. Although I can't really say I am looking forward to it. How do I tell Draco that I am his grandfather? How do I tell him that his father is just his stepfather? How do I tell him that his real father was shipped of to the worst prison in the world, for killing his best friends, and escaping? Draco is a good boy, Minerva, but this caboodle might be too much for him." McGonagall pressed her lips together. Willing herself not to speak about Ginny.

"You can do it Albus. Now it is time for them to know the truth about the prophecies. They have to know. It's their fate, we can't just keep them in the state of Oblivion forever you know." They both looked into the fire in Dumbledore's office when there was a knock on the door.

"You wanted to see us, professors?" Draco and Ginny had entered the office while McGonagall's and were standing in the doorframe. "Yes, please do come in."

Minerva and Albus looked at the two youngsters with different eyes. She knew how much they fought and frankly this whole thing was causing her to frown at them. Dumbledore could say whatever he liked, she didn't trust Draco Malfoy. Even if he in reality wasn't a Malfoy.

Albus tried as hard as he could to act as he always did, but today wasn't like always. He was going to tell his only grandson that he had to marry and provide the world with Dumbledore's great-grandchildren, but Albus didn't know how Draco would react.

"Well." Draco drawled. "Did the two of you manage to solve the prophecy?" Ginny shushed him. "Malfoy, I am certain that the Headmaster and Professor McGonagall are more than able to tell it to us at their own speed." This resulted in evil glares and remarks back and forth until Dumbledore decided to interfere.

"Actually we managed to solve it. Minerva has an excellent memory that brought back something from one of Professor Binns' lectures." Draco and Ginny's faces began to look awed at Professor McGonagall. How could anyone manage to stay awake during History of Magic, and actually remember the contents of the lectures after several years gone by?

McGonagall took on her lecturing voice. "When the Headmaster told me of your incidents and read me the prophecies that you brought before him they reminded me of a prophecy by the great Seeress Larissa." She read it to them. The blonde and the redhead had similar blank expressions on their faces. "What does it mean, professor? Who is this Ice with the unknown parentage that is supposed to come revealed?" Draco had to ask. Poor Weasley, she has to marry a person just to defeat Voldemort. Whatever are they going to do after they get married and produce the new life and have defeated the most evil Wizard ever? Get a divorce? He shrugged his thoughts off after he noticed that the redheaded girl had whispered out something that sounded vaguely like a "why am I the one who has to get married? I am just 16 years old."

"Now now. Let's not rush into too many questions. We still have unanswered ones to answer."

Albus Dumbledore chuckled and started. "She will be fire/With a temper to match" Draco found himself grinning. "We all know that is you, Weasley, you have hair the colour of fire and you have the worst temper I have ever seen." Ginny stuck out her tongue at him. Well she couldn't contradict him, as what he said actually was true. If one of her brothers had said it she would have jumped at him and tried to hit him just for the fact that he dared utter the sentence. But this was different, he wasn't one of her brothers and they were sitting in Dumbledore's office with the man himself.

Speaking of which, he didn't look cheerful like he usually did. Ginny found it rather disturbing. Dumbledore was like a rock that held them together, his habits were as comforting as the knowledge that the sun would in fact rise tomorrow morning. He continued in a grave voice.

"He will be ice,

His secrets will be many to catch

His parentage won't be what it seems

He shall mate with the girl of his dreams.

Together they will face the one without name

Afterwards nothing will ever be the same."

Now Ginny was the one grinning. "Well, then we all know that Ice can't be you Malfoy. You act too much like your father for there to actually be any doubt about your parentage. And as I am Fire, I would have to be the girl of your dreams." She opened her mouth as if she was shocked at her own reasoning. "And we all know that isn't the case."

"Ahem. Might I have a word in this conversation?" Minerva wanted to get the whole thing over with. She had always believed in the theory: Never postpone tomorrow what you can do today. "When Albus and myself discussed the matter yesterday he came up with the answer to who Ice is. Albus would you care to share your story?"

"Not very many people know that I was married for a brief period in my youth. Even fewer know that I actually am a father. My daughter couldn't for the obvious reasons carry my name. So I gave her another last name. We Dumbledores all have a strong will. As did my daughter. For reasons unknown to me at the time she married a man whom she didn't love in a rush, straight out of Hogwarts. Eight months later my grandchild was born. A grandson I never got to know personally until he came to Hogwarts himself."

Draco muttered something under his breath. Dumbledore stared at him before saying the last sentence. "That grandson is you, Draco." A loud thud was heard. Ginny Weasley, who had been sitting safely in a chair, had fainted and fallen onto the floor.

A/N: I still don't own the characters.

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