A/N: A little bit of backstory before they head to the Ministry!
Leave it to Amelia to be a middle-aged witch with first day jitters. It's not as though she hadn't been head of the Wizengamot for over a decade and fought Death Eaters using nothing but a borrowed wand and brute physical strength when charms failed. She could hear Minerva chiding her about being afraid to meet her own daughter. In truth, she hadn't had a chance to see her like Minerva did and was having a hard time coming to terms with reuniting with her now as a teenager. She hoped Hermione would warm up to her and that they could have a relationship like she had with Minerva, as a mentor and not a parent, the one relationship she could still have with her daughter.
She tossed and turned in bed, stretching her arm out to feel the coolness of the other side of the mattress where Minerva sometimes slept. They were the sort of couple that preferred independence, but long stretches apart and the inability to interact with each other in public felt unbearable, especially in the middle of the night with a long day of work ahead.
Tucking her hand under her head and looking at the dimly lit streets outside the window, she started reminiscing about their relationship. At least she still had the memories.
Flashback
They had met when Amelia was in Auror training all those years ago and had resigned themselves to the fact that the story of their lives may never have a happy ending. Things were always tense back then with constant harassment and the inability to do normal things most couples took for granted. It broke her heart that she couldn't be the one to raise her daughter knowing the cost other gay couples had paid in trying to do so.
It wasn't so long ago that Amelia first found out she was pregnant. Back before the laws came crashing down, back before Death Eaters essentially infiltrated the Wizengamut with its archaic laws about its noble houses, they were just Minerva and Amelia. No surnames, no honorifics, just the two of them. It's what she liked most about their somewhat unexpected relationship.
It was a normal Saturday afternoon in the flat they shared in London, a comfortable yet unassuming place for two women who didn't want to be spotted in public together. She and Minerva were bickering about something insignificant, a common occurrence for two strong-willed witches, but their debates never turned into full-on arguments. Amelia smiled thinking about that fateful day.
"Are you serious, Minerva? How can you not see that you're wrong? I can't believe you sometimes! Just read the article again and tell me that I'm right." Amelia threw her hands up in defeat.
"I will do no such thing, you've clearly misunderstood his premise and if you took the time to look at the runes it would make perfect sense." Minerva sighed then continued, "Gods, Amelia, I'm tired of arguing with you lately. I'm usually the one to get upset at this sort of thing, but you? You've been so all over the place and...and… hormonal lately."
"So now you're upset because I've been acting out of character like some crazy hormonal woman? Maybe you're the one who's being immature in this situation. And for the record, I haven't even…No, it's been…two months? Surely I had…" Amelia sobered up immediately at the realization that she may actually be hormonal for a reason she never expected could be possible.
"Amelia?" Minerva asked in her professor voice, growing a bit anxious at what Amelia could possibly be going on about. She admitted it was a bit rude to say something like that, but it seemed to have triggered an unexpected reaction in Amelia.
"Min…I think I might actually be pregnant." Amelia blurted out.
Minerva stared at her, color almost draining from her face. It certainly was possible, anything was possible with a bit of magic, but they hadn't even cast the spells that would make pregnancy nearly certain. Speechless, Minerva fumbled for her wand and cast the spell she last had to perform on a sobbing Gryffindor who had come to her office late one Thursday night only a few months prior.
A few seconds went by then the orb glowed, revealing a second heartbeat.
"You're pregnant," Minerva said, hardly able to believe it.
Amelia had been trying to stand as still as possible while her partner cast the spell and as soon as Minerva confirmed her suspicions, she nearly jumped into Minerva's arms.
"We're having a baby!" Amelia grinned from ear to ear while Minerva held her tightly, still a bit shocked, but no less excited at the possibility of being parents.
That night they went to bed more sure than ever that the future could be bright and this child would only strengthen the bond between them. While there had been murmurs that Muggle laws were tightening as the possibility of marriage equality and rights for parents was slipping out of Muggle Parliament's grasp. The Ministry of Magic would follow suit, and while those first few months with Hermione had been perfect, Amelia could never forgive herself for what she considered a self-imposed heartbreak of sending Hermione off with Minerva to deliver her to muggle dentists who longed for a child. Hermione would grow up knowing she was adopted, but wouldn't meet either of her parents until Minerva arrived at her house to invite her to attend Hogwarts.
1:08 AM, June 15, 1996
How different things had been back then, back when they almost were a family. Amelia turned over on her other side, facing the wall instead of the window. She would get some sleep and then wake up and get ready for work as if it were a normal day on the job, dealing with the mostly well-behaved Hogwarts students sent to the summer program to learn more about possible careers. It was going to be ok, in this messed-up world she was finally getting what she most desired. She just hoped that Hermione would like her.