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Chapter Twelve: The Wedding… Disaster?

The music blared around the Great Hall as the huge door which led to the front hall swung open. The small congregation, which included Hagrid, Aberforth, Poppy, Sylvia, Xiomara, Severus, Crystal, and T'ari, turned to see Minerva, looking as radiant as ever. But all were forgotten by Albus as he stood there in front, gaping at his approaching bride. Her white wedding robes had a tight bodice and flared out at the hips and the wrists. Her hair was in a long braid that went all the way down her back, which was definitely different than what everyone was used to seeing on her.

As for Albus, he was wearing robes in a midnight blue color with patches of white at the elbows. He had taken great care in his appearance, trying hard not to spill anything on his robes. For it was a well known fact, with him, at least, that on the days he most wanted to remain clean were the days in which he would spill something on his robes and spoil his look.

It took Minerva only a minute to get to where Albus was standing, just in front of the priest. Once she was standing there next to him, holding his hand, the priest began the usual rituals which were customary for such an occasion. But neither Minerva nor Albus were paying much attention to the words which were being said, for both were paying too much attention to the other, both unable to control the beat of their hearts.

"It is with the union of these two souls today which brings us together. Albus and Minerva are both proof that no matter where you are, who you are, or what age, love will find a way, bringing together two souls, two hearts, and two minds together. Minerva Athena McGonagall, do you take Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do," smiled Minerva, squeezing Albus' hand.

"And Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, do you take Minerva Athena McGonagall to be your lawfully wedded wife?" continued the priest.

"I do," replied Albus. "Always and forever."

"Then I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride." Barely had these words been spoken than Albus captured Minerva's lips in a breathtaking kiss. It was the kind of kiss only heard about in fairy tales, and one in which everyone dreams about.

The reception was small and beautiful, as everyone had expected it would. It took place in the school garden. Sylvia had enchanted all the schools roses to sing merrily as the couple passed them. Xiomara, as apart of her gift to the two, flew high into the sky and as she flew, she had left a trail of white clouds behind her broom so she could spell out the words "Congratulations, Albus and Minerva Dumbledore," in the sky. Minerva and Albus danced a bit, enjoying the fact that they were finally married.

Everything was going just beautifully, until something horrible happened. About halfway through the reception, Minerva began to feel a little sick. Blast this morning sickness, she frowned. It was noon, but she often got sick in the afternoon, due to the unusual combination of her cancer and pregnancy.

So, as discreetly as she could, she made her way to a bench, which was secluded.

"Minerva, are you alright?" asked Albus as he followed her. Minerva turned and smiled.

"Of coarse, Albus," she said. "I just need to rest a bit." Albus looked at her worriedly, but smiled anyway.

"Alright, dear," he said. He kissed her on the top of the head.

"Professor Dumbledore, sir," said Hagrid, walking up behind him. He shook Albus' hand, and pat him on the back. "Well done, sir."

"Thank you, Hagrid," replied Albus. He looked at Minerva.

"And you too, Professor McGonagall. Erm, I mean, Professor Dumbledore." He smiled. Minerva smiled at hearing those words she had wanted to hear when someone was addressing her.

"Thank you, Hagrid," she smiled. He held out his hand to her.

"May I have a dance, Professor?" he asked. Minerva, though wishing she could dance down, now felt that she was better and decided to accept. Besides, the reception was half over, and she might as well dance while she had the chance to. So, she nodded and took his hand. Albus looked on for a while until Poppy requested a dance. Halfway through the song, Aberforth cut in on Minerva and Hagrid, saying it was the duty of the best man to have at least one dance with the bride, especially now that the bride was his sister-in-law.

"Thank you for cutting in," smiled Minerva. "Though Hagrid is a dear, dear friend, he is a little awkward in his dancing, often times stepping on my feet."

"You're welcome, Minerva," smiled Aberforth. "My brother sure is lucky to attract your attention." Minerva blushed at the compliment.

"The honor, I fear, is all mine," she said. "Albus is infamous, along, now, with young Mr. Potter." Aberforth chuckled and started to say something, but Minerva did not hear. She suddenly felt very sick. Things around her began to blur, sounds of talk and laughter began to grow incomprehensible. Just before she blacked out, she heard Poppy give a sharp cry and someone, though she was not sure who, call out her name. Then, all went black. She could no longer see nor hear the people she loved and cared about; nor could she smell the sweet scent of the flowers she loved so much; nor could she feel Albus wrap his arms around her, as he fell to his knees. He clung to her, tears falling, begging her to wake up; nor could she hear him whisper those words which she always loved to hear. "I love you…"

Ooooooooooo

When Minerva awoke once again, it was nearing dark, and she was now wearing a hospital gown. She rubbed her eyes and was immediately aware of the presence of a person next to her. She opened her eyes and smiled when she saw her new husband, staring down at her worriedly.

"You're awake," he smiled, obviously relieved. Minerva looked at him lovingly.

"Yes, I'm awake now," she whispered, bringing up her hand and placing it on his cheek. "Tell me, did I do what I think I did?" Albus nodded solemnly, not a trace of a smile on his face.

"Yes, you did, right in front of everyone." Albus grabbed the hand she was holding on his cheek and gripped it, not ever wanting to let go. "You had us all very worried, Minerva."

"I'm sorry. I wanted today to be the best day of your life, and I ruined it. Could you ever forgive me for this?" Minerva voice was just above a whisper, so Albus had to strain to actually hear it. His expression softened at her words, and he knew now that she blamed herself for what happened.

"You mustn't blame yourself for what happened, Minerva. After all, we cannot always control what happens to you, no matter how much we wish it. I love you, and my only wish is that you put your pride aside when you feel as if you are going to faint and let someone know. Minerva, I love you deeply and want you to live as long as possible. The longer you live, the longer I'll live." Tears spilled onto Minerva's face as she looked at him.

"Yes, Albus, I admit it was foolish of me to act the way I did," she said. "I only want to make you happy."

"Then get some rest," Albus said. "For all concerned, including our unborn child." Minerva smiled and nodded.

"I promise, Albus, I shall." And with that, she fell back asleep, Albus never leaving her side.

Poppy had watched this scene, tears falling silently down her cheeks. She had something very important she needed to tell both Albus and Minerva, for it concerned the well-being of their child. The only problem was she was not quite sure how she should tell them. The only thing she could do now was just to leave them alone for tonight and then tell them in the morning. And she would have to do it first thing in the morning, otherwise she would lose her nerve completely and not be able to tell them.

To Be Continued…

A/N2: Oh no, what shall be the matter? What is wrong with their baby? Dramatic voice over Stay tuned for the dramatic next chapter, though not necessarily last chapter, of "Something's Wrong", staring Minerva McGonagall and her real life husband, Albus Dumbledore. Dun, dun, dun! Hehehe. Ain't I a stinker? Always Hopeful