A/N: Thank you for all your reviews. We didn't know how talking through a fire place worked, so we made it up.
To the people who read (and reviewed) Cat- astrophe:
I'll update this as soon as possible, but it might take another two weeks! L Sorry
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With her hand clenched around her wand Minerva walked back to her own room. As soon as she had entered it, she locked the door with a spell and sat down on her bed.
Charles Winwood…
She hadn't liked him from the moment she'd met him. She never trusted him either. There was something sneaky about him. Earlier she had noticed that he never looked a person straight in the eye. Except for tonight, that is. His treat was obviously very real.
There was something about that man, he was definitely up to something and Minerva was determined to find out what. There was only one dilemma. Should she tell Shaun about what happened tonight? She hesitated for a moment and then decided against it. Perhaps she was wrong and had Charles spoken the truth. She couldn't go around and accuse team-mates without evidence.
She decided to keep a close eye on Charles for the next couple of days. As soon as she had any proof, she would go to Shaun. She changed into her night-gown and went to bed. She laid a wake for the best part of the night, staring at the ceiling. Apart from missing Albus, she was also worried about the project now.
***
With an angry face, Albus closed the letter.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
Let me reassure you once again, that we are in complete in control of the situation. Although we still do not know who has been sending us the letters, I can assure you that Minerva is not in any immediate danger.
Yours Sincerely,
Shaun Fitzgerald.
He shook his head. Jane told him this morning that Minerva had received another six threatening letters in the past days. The language was becoming more and more and violent and Jane had admitted that Minerva was becoming more worried.
The thing he wanted to do was to go to Finland and get her back, safe at Hogwarts, but he knew that was impossible.
He knelt down in front of the fireplace and took a handful of Floo Powder. "Shaun Fitzgerald", he called out. A second later he looked around the packed office.
"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore", Shaun said with a slight tone of impatience in his voice, "How are you?"
"I'm fine, thank you", Albus replied quickly, "How are you doing? Do you have any idea who is sending you those letters?"
Shaun shook his head. "Like I told you yesterday, it is very difficult to trace the sender of the letters, since they are all anonymous".
"But the letters are still only sent to Minerva?" Albus asked.
"Yes, but that doesn't have to mean anything", Shaun answered, slightly desperate. "Like I have told you before, Minerva is in no immediate danger. Do you really don't want me to call her for you, so… "
Albus shook his head. "No, no, that won't be necessary. And don't tell her…"
"I won't tell her we have spoken each other", Shaun finished, knowing the chorus by heart. "Have a nice evening Professor".
"Same to you", Albus replied and his face disappeared from the flames.
***
"That man is driving me absolutely and utterly crazy!" Shaun exploded to Sheila. "He writes me three times a day, his head appears in the fire at least twice a day! And it's been going on like this for two weeks! Two whole bloody weeks!"
Sheila tried not to laugh, while her husband paced to the office.
"It's not like I haven't got enough on my plate already. We've received another two threatening letters today. I still don't know who is sending them and I simply don't have the time to answer questions to a… a…"
"I mean, I know he is the greatest wizard of our time, but if you ask me, he's just a… a…"
"A man very much in love?" Sheila finished for him.
Shaun looked at her bewildered. Then he shrugged his shoulders and continued to thunder. "And on top of that, I have no idea as to how to tell Minerva that she has the go back to London".
It was Sheila's turn to look surprised now. "What do you mean? Why does she have to go back to London?"
"We need a contact man or woman for St. Mungo's", Shaun explained. "Someone who is familiar with the Project, who can give directions to the St. Mungo's team and can make decisions for herself. Someone like Minerva. But I can't send her back, I just can't . She's been here for only four months and she resigned to her job at Hogwarts for this".
Sheila exploded with laughter. "This is too good to be true", she howled.
When she saw her husbands surprised face she continued, "Do you believe Minerva is happy here?"
Shaun hesitated for a moment, "I don't know. She's great at her work… but maybe she's a bit quiet… I don't know…
"Shaun, she's wasting away", Sheila told him. "She's homesick. And very much so. At first I didn't notice it, until Albus started to stalk her".
"What has he got to do with is?" Shaun still didn't understand what she was going on about.
"Do you remember, ten years ago, before we were married, that I left to China for three months?" Sheila asked sweetly. "Do you remember how you where in lying in the fireplace constantly to ask if I had not been killed in some kind of dreadful accident?"
"Yes, I do", Shaun started, "But that was because I lo…" Finally the knut dropped. "Oh…, I see".
Sheila started laughing again. "I don't think Minerva would mind if we asked her to go back to London. And I don't think Albus Dumbledore would mind to take her back at Hogwarts".
"Probably not", Shaun nodded, "but what should we do now?"
Sheila grinned. "Let me handle it".
She nodded towards the fireplace. "Did he call today?"
Shaun shook his head. "No, but I expect him any minute".
"Lovely", his wife answered. "Go downstairs, have dinner and let me handle this".
***
Sheila sat down behind Shaun's desk and waited for Albus Dumbledore. She didn't have to wait long.
"Good evening Professor", she greeted cheerful when his face appeared in the fire. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Sheila Fitzgerald, I'm Shaun's wife.
"It's a pleasure to meet you", Albus replied. "How's Minerva doing?"
'Definitely in love', Sheila thought and answered, "Minerva is doing well, considering the circumstances".
Her reply had the desired effect, the man in the fire almost jumped out of the flames. "How do you mean, 'considering the circumstances?"
Sheila hesitated for a moment. "Oh…, well, you know. The tension of the passed few weeks is beginning to take its toll from her. And since we are no closer to any solution…"
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Albus asked promptly.
Sheila grinned inwardly, things were going exactly according to her plan. "It would really help us if you came to Finland. Will you do that?"
Albus thought quickly. 'Going to Finland'. It sounded very tempting. He could be there in three hours if he took the Knight Bus. He really wanted to see Minerva, see with his own eyes if she was all right. But then again, would Minerva be willingly to see him? She hadn't heard form him in four months…
"For Minerva's own safety…" Sheila started and Albus made his decision. "I'll come to Finland", he said, "It's 21.00 hours now, I'll be there around midnight".
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