First, I'd like to thank those who have posted reviews on the story and those who haven't too(mumbling the last part). It's my first fic and it means a lot to know others are enjoying it. Sorry about any grammar, spelling or spacing mistakes. I do check and double check everything before posting it. Unfortunately, things always seem to get by me, I'll try harder. Lastly, I'd like to state that Harry Potter and co. belong to ROWLING.

Chapter 5.

PART 1. Reactions.

Snape had never been so furious in his life and he knew why. Because there was nothing he could do about it. No way he could fight it. The System, Wizarding or Muggle was the same. It sucked you in and digested you like a blasted Basilisc.

The Snape family was an old one and now it would be subjected to the Potter's and Lupin's genes. He had done everything to protect his daughters from the likes of Voldermort's Death Eaters and now they had ended up as baby factories for a penniless werewolf and a snot-nosed, albeit very powerful and wealthy wizard. He didn't know whom he hated most that flea bitten wolf or Potter. Yes, the boy had saved the Wizaring World but he couldn't stand him! That "goody too shoes attitude" was unbearable.

Of all the wizards in the world! Why them! If it had been only one, he might have been able to handle it but the two together! Merlin! He couldn't even think straight! And then to add insult to injury Hermoine Granger had been thrust upon him! That "little know it all". It was too much! Ok, she wasn't too bad to look at and she had done a lot for the Order but she was practically Potter's sister and he could only take one Potter in his family! He had endured her "know it all" attitude for seven years and now he was stuck with her for life. For life! The law only mentioned divorce, if the spouse was infertile. With his luck, she was probably a "fertile myrtle" which would make it worse.

Well, at least he had been spared the Weasly clan. All that red hair and freckles it made him shiver just thinking about it. Oh man he needed a drink! No he needed a bar! A big one with noise and beer and whiskey and anything that would make his reality go away. Walking resolutely, he made his way to the nearest, noisiest pub! And got himself completely and obscenely drunk.

Albus walked quickly through Hoggwarts. He was trying to avoid Minerva but it was proving difficult, the woman knew him too well. Looking behind him as he turned a corner he didn't see her standing infront of him and bumped into her.

"Good afternoon Albus you seem to be in a hurry."

"No, not at all. Just taking a stroll." He replied clearing his throat nervously.

"In the dungeons? Well, I'll walk with you."

"That's not necessary Professor I don't want to keep you from your business."

"But you see Albus you are my business….shall we walk? Oh, and call me Minerva." She invited with a wicked twinkle in her eye.

Sighing The Headmaster nodded. The hunt was over. He had run for years not because he found Minerva unpleasent or undeserving of his affection but because he loved her and had not wanted to burden her with his responsibilties. I guess you could only run from destiny for so long before it took matters into its own hands.

"Now, now Albus you knew it was bound to happen. And, I did tell you I would be here…"

"Yes around the corner, I believe you said."

"Yes, around the corner waiting. It took longer than I thought I must admit. But you must never underestimate a woman's patience."

The headmaster smiled at her fondly. It had been such a long wait for her, but here she was.

"I'm sorry Minerva."

"Why Albus? I'm a big girl and it isn't as if I didn't make the wait enjoyable. It was my choice. Men rarely know what's good for them. I have one question though."

"Yes?"

"Are you happy I waited?" The witch asked calmly.

Leaning forward Albus answered softly, "Yes, oh yes!" and lightly kissed her.

Ron sat "a mute" in his parent's house. In front of him sat Hellena Andrews and the only thing that came to mind was Moaning Myrtle's sister, the annoying, ugly one that is.

Molly Weasley sat holding her son's hand forcing her grip on him to keep him from bolting. She thanked Merlin all her other children were married to spouses chosen by themselves, because if this was a sample of what the Ministry was dishing out Merlin help the rest.

Fred and George stood in the corner making faces behind the poor girl. Their wives trying their best to rein them in but there was only so much you could do.

Oh my! This was not good. Thought Mrs. Weasley looking over to her youngest son.

Ron had been unable to make coherent speech since he'd laid eyes on her.

After what seemed like an eternity, the courtesy call ended and the girl left. Ron ran up to his old room shouting, "I won't, I won't!" Fred and George finally cracked up completely and fell on their wives laughing and then they fell on each other in a bigger fit of laughter. Molly sat too shocked to say anything.

It wasn't that the child was ugly. Well maybe she was a little; she had warts on her face!

It wasn't that she was large. Well maybe she was a little; my goodness she was built like a tank, a sturdy one.

It wasn't that she had a voice that sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Well maybe she did a little; Moaning Myrtle had nothing on her.

It was just that... she was all of those things at the same time!

"Mother Weasley we will help. Don't you worry about it, right Tabatha?" Said Fred's wife walking to sit next to Mrs. Weasley.

"Mary is right. We will help. I know tons of spells that can clear up her complexion." Replied George's wife taking Mrs. Weasley's hand into her own.

"And I know a charm that can help with her hair." Added Mrs. Weasley.

"Her hair is not the problem Mum!" Screamed George falling to the ground.

"Yeah it's the lack of it!" finished Fred.

"Oh! shut up both of you. You should be helping not enjoying your brother's misfortune. I'm ashamed of you both. Get out! Both of you outside."

Mary and Tabatha shot their respective husbands daggers as they comforted Mrs. Weasley.

"Girls you will help, won't you?"

"Certainly! You don't worry about anything we will get in touch with Ginny and all four of us will go with you to Hellena's house tomorrow and start work on her. She does have a wonderful personality. She's just work in progress."

"Yes that's all. Don't you worry about anything when four women put their heads together there's nothing that can't be accomplished." said Tabatha looking at Mary who bit her lip doubtfully over Mrs. Wesley's head

"You are right girls, she has no one. I mean she lost all her family in the war. This is her chance at happiness. She can't help they way she looks, she has a good heart and that's what's important." Said Mrs. Weasley firmly.

Outside Fred and George could still not get themselves under control and I won'ts could still be heard upstairs.

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