Not again!

Summary: Minerva's mum try's to set her up again, in the hope of finding her a husband. Question is who's the hubby-to-be?

Disclaimer: if only, if only, if only………

Chapter Two: Albus' Owl


Albus had also received an owl that morning. Well to tell the truth he had received many but they were mainly from his admirers among the wizardry community, much to his dislike.

But the owl, which stuck in his mind, was that from the Ministry of Magic. It stated that his good friend Lloyd Beruna had retired from his as Minister position due to demands of his family and the council wanted Albus to replace Lloyd as Minister.

Albus was widely known as the greatest wizard of the age, ever since his defeat of Grindelwald which most tended to believe that he did by himself. He naturally did not defeat the Dark Wizard by himself, even if he could have (which he doubted), Albus liked to believe that he had more common sense than to go off alone to fight such a powerful wizard such as Grindelwald.

Yet it was alone he seemed to have completed this feat. It was remarkable about how many books never mentioned those who helped him, some of which died whilst helping him. His own best friend Minerva and Lloyd himself had been there when Albus had out maneuvered Grindelwald.

At the thought of Minerva his thoughts were pushed off onto another tangent, forgetting the important decision that he would later have to make.

He could still remember the fear he had felt clench his heart when he saw Minerva enter the battlefield. He had known that she was an Auror, and highly capable of defending herself, but even then which was only about ten or eleven years ago he had loved her. Although it was platonic, well so he had thought. Minerva had been like a sister to him at first an then later his best friend when she had come to teach at Hogwarts. It was not until recent years that he realised that his feelings went beyond mere friendship. He wanted a life with her, complete with marriage and children. He knew that Minerva would be an excellent mother one day, but he wanted her to be the exclusive mother of HIS children, he wanted to watch he grow round with HIS child, their child.

"Albus old mate, how many times must you torture yourself. You have to stop longing for her", Albus despaired audibly before continuing the sentence in his head.

You're far too old for her and she deserves someone her own age. You must stop the fantasizing for what you cannot have. But even as he told himself this he knew that he couldn't give up, his love for her wasn't something that could be stopped. So he would continue to long for what he couldn't have, he would love her from a distance, she deserved a full life with someone who was not always tied up with the wizardry world's fate.

He forced himself to remember instead her brother Daretor Mcgonagall, the eldest son in the Mcgonagall clan, and one third of the triad. Daretor Mcgonagall, Lloyd Beruna, and Albus Dumbledore. The three had first met on their very own trip with the Hogwarts Express. They had struck up an odd friendship, and after being sorted into the same house, Griffindor, their friendship became very close knit. When they had first left Hogwarts and all working at the Ministry of magic, they had even shared a flat together. Over the years, and even after they had gone their own ways they had still maintained a strong relationship. Minerva had been born after they had completed their tuition at Hogwarts, yet as she grew older she often stayed in their flat. She had been such an energetic child, with such an enthusiasm for life that he and Lloyd had no other option than to love her like a sister.

A sudden burst of flame and a melodic note, which trumpeted Fawkes arrival, disturbed Albus from his reminiscing thoughts.

Looking at his watch, the one with all the planets moving around the dial, Albus realised that he was almost going to be late for breakfast and he was only half ready!

Using his wand to complete the final touches he hurried down the corridors to a particular painting and knocked. When Minerva slid aside the painting, he spoke a few chosen words and escorted her to breakfast like he did every other morning, chatting with her earnestly along the way.


To be continued…

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