His Daughter

Author: Leta McGotor

Disclaimer: I own nothing but some characters like Nostradamus Crehl and the McDrake family including Richard McGonagall. The other belongs to JKR.

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Sakura-jr17: Of course he does not hate her. She is all of which he had ever dreamed. She is the daughter of him and the woman he loved more than anythink around the world. For Minerva he would risk and give his own life. Anyway, a big thank-you for your review.

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Chapter 6 Breakfast

Albus sat silently in an old arm chair he had produced out of thin air. He loved it to sit in those chairs instead of uncomfortable, hard ones. Therfore he had one of his favourite chairs in each of his rooms. He had slept half the night in one of those chairs. The other half he had looked after Minerva, sleeping in his bed, or looked out of the window. Albus had noticed that Minerva was right, again, because looking out of the window really calmed down the nerves. And, in fact, Albus had to be calm for he had to think about the future, something he didn't like to do. But now he had no other choice.

Where Minerva should live in future was no question he needed to answer. Surely she would want to stay, but what will her uncle and her… yes – father? – will say if she really stays with him? Are they going to come and take her with them? Albus was sure, that if Minerva stays with him, she never would be allowed to go back. He didn't even want to think about what they would do with her if she dared to go home to them.

Now Albus was sitting in his bedroom, in one of his chairs, watching the the curled up figure of his daughter. She slept peacefully but Albus noticed that there was a stern expression and not a smile on her face. He, too, saw the dried traces of her tears she had cried several hours ago.m He wasn't sure how she would react when she woke up, but until then, he simply would watch and protect her.

It was a very early morning and Albus didn't expect her waking up for at least one or two hours. To his surprise Minerva began to stir and to open her eyes slowly. She jawned and sat up sleepily, still with the bankets around her. Then she turned to him and raised one of her eyebrows, one of her typical habits. She looked at him for one moment or two before comprehension dawned on her.

"Oh, Professor, I didn't… think… think that you… I would be still here. I… I'm sorry." She stuttered with wide eyes.

"It's ok, Minerva, but I don't want you to call me Professor, when we are in private, right?"

"Yes, right." She hesitated. "Profe… Dad, I should go before the others wake up and… and I have to pack my trunk because of the Christmas holidays, you know." She said looking to the ground.

"Minerva, you don't have to go to them. You can stay here… with me. Only if you want, of course" he added hastily. He didn't want to give her the feeling that he ordered her around.

"Really? I can stay?" Minerva asked with a voice and a look full of hope. She glanced at him as if checking whether there was a sign that he said the truth.

"Of course you can. Do you want?" Albus asked her. He was not sure if he really could believe what he hoped.

"I never go back to them, not now, where there is nothing I can hide from him. Mum always tried to protect me and was always there. But now… Can I really stay? Please, let me stay with you or I am really going to kill him."

"Do you really think I would watch that you go back to them? Do you really think I would let you go? Of course not. I had hoped that you would stay. I never let you go back to them and become a murderess, I promise." He pulled her into a hug and Minerva let it happen. She enjoyed it to be hugged. Her mother rarely had the strenght to do it and her – he – never hugged her for she was not his daughter but his servant, and a servant didn't deserve to be hugged by the master.

"And I don't want to visit you in Azkaban, right? It's not a place you want to be. Besides that, are you hungry?" Albus asked after they had parted again. "What do you want? Ham and eggs, toast, salat, honey, marmelade, pancakes?"

"Pancakes for breakfast?"

"Of course" With a swing of his wand he let appear two dishes full of pancakes with syrup. "And to drink? Cocoa, milk, tea, cocoa, coffee, did I say cocoa? I think it is the best to start and end a day. So do you want cocoa?" Minerva tried to suppress a smile. The preference of the Transfiguration Professor for hot chocolate and cocoa was legendary.

"No, I would like to have tea, but wait. I have my special type." She swung her wand and the cup before her filled with a dark looking liquid.

"Witch type?" Albus asked curiously while sniffing at the tea.

"Do you want to guess? It's the same type Mum preferred."

"Yes, that's right. No other tea would smell like that. I always wondered where she bought this one. I haven't seen a shop where they sell it and I look for – I don't know – more than two centuries now."

"That's a secret."

"No, that's not fair." Minerva grinned, she had promised her mother never to tell anybody of the sweet little shop. Even the husband of her didn't know about it and Minerva was happy about that. He would be the last man who should be allowed to know of such a wonderful place for this tea.

Minerva ate her breakfast quietly and listened to her father while he told her about his adventures with her mother and this tea and that he really had looked everywhere for this shop for he wanted to give it to her for birthday.

After the breakfast Minerva hurried to her dormitory with her thoughts at the stories her father had told her. When Minerva had left his office Albus strode over to his desk and looked for parchment and a quill. Ten minutes later he finished the letter and gave it to an owl. He knew in the next days there would be some argument between him and Richard McGonagall and Duncan McDrake. But one thing Albus knew for sure: He would not give up Minerva, no matter how hard and unfair the others would fight.

Okay, that was it for this time. Please tell me what do you think about this one. Only click on the small button left and tell me what is right and what I have to improve (including my language for this is not my mother tongue) Thank you for reading.