The night before Harry's birthday Minerva lay awake in bed creating a strategy. She had already worked out that she wanted to see Harry on his birthday and this time actually speak to him instead of watching from afar.

"Min, if you don't go to sleep you'll be too tired to see Harry tomorrow." Albus mumbled into his pillow.

"I can't go to sleep, Albus. I'm to nervous." Albus grabbed his wand off the dresser rolled over and tapped Minerva on the shoulder. She immediately fell asleep.

"Well, that worked." Albus smiled. He didn't know how he was going to cope living with Minerva McGonagall. He had possibly chosen the worst time to marry her. He made a quick mental note to warn Harry not to marry a woman when they're in a family crisis, then he fell asleep.