Upon arriving back in the Headmaster's office with Fawkes, Harry had to take a deep breath, not only because of the effects travelling by phoenix had on him. He needed a moment to come to terms with everything he had heard and that had happened in the last hour. Despite everything, he felt a strange sense of freedom. The door to his future had been destroyed, Chronos and Severin both had no idea what they had done, and Harry didn't have to fear being forced from this time by their actions. His life was his again.

"I would like to talk about what has happened, but I am afraid I have to be at the feast in the Great Hall now. If you two would rather be alone now, I understand, you can use my fireplace to get to one of your quarters." Albus told them before he quickly left his office.

"Harry? Do you want to go to your quarters?" Minerva asked, but after thinking about her words for a moment, Harry shook his head.

"No, I could use something to right eat now, and I'd like to complain about the students and be glad it's Christmas break with the rest of the teachers," Harry told her with a slight smile on his lips which Minerva returned, before she pulled him down in a loving kiss.

"I love you. I know it's selfish, but... I'm so incredibly happy you stayed here. I also don't want to imagine a life without you anymore," she said quietly, and Harry placed another small kiss on her lips.

"Good to know because I'll be by your side for the rest of our lives." they both smiled at each other before they left the office hand in hand. Though once on their way to the Great Hall, they put some space between them, just in case there were some students around who were also late for the feast and could see them. Having their relationship exposed was something they certainly didn't need right now. Even if the Marauders knew about it, they were sure that neither of the six would tell anyone.

"Where the hell have you been? I've been searching half the castle for the two of you," asked Aurora in a whisper once Minerva and Harry had taken their usual seats at the head table.

"It's not our fault you don't have any other friends," Harry said as he piled potato casserole on his plate.

"Shut the hell up, shitty glasses!"

"You're both going to shut up, or I will hex you." Minerva hissed at both of them, and the two did as they were told, knowing that Minerva would do so without another warning.

"Fine, but seriously I've been looking for you all over the place. I know you're spending Christmas with your family Minerva, but some of us from the Order were planning to have a little New Years Eve party. Do you want to join us?" Aurora asked, and Minerva and Harry shared a look.

"Well, I only planned to stay for a couple of days, so why not? Or do you have other plans, Harry?" she asked him, but he quickly shook his head.

"Nope, not at all," he answered, and Aurora glared at him.

"And you dare to say I don't have any friends," she said, shaking her head a little, and Minerva rolled her eyes. Aurora felt a painful tug on her ear.

"Ouch! What was that for?" she asked her best friend and rubbed her ear.

"I told you to stop it," Minerva said and turned back to her food, "Stop smirking Harry," she added, and Harry, who had indeed smirked at Aurora behind Minerva's back, quickly dropped it.

"Oh, and by the way, I'll spend Christmas with Minerva and her family," Harry told Aurora who's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Really? Wow, I thought you would never take somebody home with you after what your brothers did when they accidentally met your former boyfriend," Aurora said, and Harry frowned.

"What happened?" he asked, a little wary while Minerva glared at her best friend.

"Nothing worth mentioning, and in retrospect, he deserved it because he was a total arsehole," Minerva answered.

"That's not as comforting as you think it is," he mumbled but sensed that Minerva didn't want to talk about it anymore, so he let it be. But he admitted, now that Aurora mentioned it, what if her family did not like him? What if they thought he was an idiot and didn't want them to be together? He didn't want to put Minerva into that kind of situation, he knew her family was important to her. But Harry decided to wait until it was just the two of them to talk with her about it.

After the dinner was over and the students were shuffling back to their dormitories, Harry and Minerva said their goodbyes to everyone on the staff. They then made their way back to Minerva's quarters, where they would spend the night before leaving for her family's home.

They got out of their teaching robes and sat down on her couch in front of the fireplace, enjoying the time alone, knowing that at least regarding Chronos and the Time travel, they didn't have to worry about it coming between them. Harry wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek before speaking quietly.

"It won't be easy, but I know I made the right decision today. I belong right here with you; I have never been so sure of something before in my life."

"I don't think I can ever really tell you how much it means to me that you stayed. You make me happier than I have ever been before in my life, Harry," Minerva answered equally quiet and leaned back against his body. Harry took the liberty to reach up and slowly free her hair out of the tight bun, making her hum in pleasure, which in return caused thoughts of a very different kind to play in his head.

So Harry leaned forwards and brushed Minervas hair aside a little, so he could place kisses alongside her neck. He almost waited for a sign she wanted him to stop, but everything that happened was that Minerva tiled her head to the side, so he had even more access to her neck. The next moment she turned around placed her lips on his in a very passionate kiss, and only a moment later, they were making out like they would never see each other again.

With their bodies so close together, not even a parchment would fit between them, and the fantastic feeling of her lips against his own, Harry could feel himself actually grow hard. God, Minerva was so beautiful, and he wanted her so bad. He wanted to worship her body like the goddess she was deserved. He briefly wondered if she could feel him against her thigh, asked himself if she wanted him as well, but Harry would wait until she clearly told him that.

After a few minutes, both Minerva's and Harry's hands grew a little bolder, roaming each other's bodies, learning what they liked. Feeling his arousal grow so much, Harry thought he would actually go mad. He pulled back and sat up with Minerva in his lap, and now she could undoubtedly feel his erection.

"Minerva...if we don't stop now, I don't think I can do so a second time," he murmured, enchanted by her beautiful lips, now swollen from their kiss, but against his expectations, Minerva ground her hips to his lap, causing a groan of pleasure to escape him.

"Then don't, Harry, I want you, Merlin, I want you so bad," she whispered before she kissed him again; his mind was drowned in happiness and pleasure. He literally had dreamed of this. Harry wrapped his arms around her, and his hands sliding over her body, sparks of pleasure rising in them, which only increased when he grabbed her bum and pushed her down while thrusting his hips up at the same time. This caused Minerva to break the kiss and moan loudly, throwing her head back, which was the perfect invitation for Harry to place kisses all over her delicate neck.

Minerva continued to moan as his lips danced over her skin sucking and nibbling at all the right places, arousal and pleasure pulsing through her body like her blood. She could feel her hardening nipples brushing against the fabric of her bra, which trapped them, begging to be touched by Harry and only him. Her skin was on fire; she had to get out of this dress, Minerva wanted to be close to him, as close as two humans could possibly be. She wanted to feel him against her, inside her.

Minerva untangled her hands from his hair which she had buried in there and grabbed his arms to pull his hands up her back. For a second, he stopped kissing her neck, but before he could say anything, Minerva already spoke in a throaty voice.

"Get this off me already," she could feel his grin against her skin as his hands felt for the buttons on her back, but he was far too impatient for that, so he grabbed either side of her dress and ripped it open, sending buttons flying everywhere. The act left Minerva breathless for a moment, her own hands holding Harry's shirt, but she was forced to let go when Harry peeled the remains of the dress off her body, and his hands were leaving burning trails on her skin as they ran over her naked back to make her bra suffer the same fate as her dress as he tore it off her.

"Merlin, you're gorgeous. You are the most beautiful person I ever saw in my life." Harry whispered as he looked at her, took in every detail of her body to memorise it until the day he died. Her smooth skin, perfect breasts, which were neither too small nor too big for his taste, her rosy nipples erect and begging to be touched, he noticed a small birthmark between her breasts, the shape reminding him of a rhombus.

Harry's vision was blocked for a moment when Minerva pulled his shirt over his head, but once she had thrown it somewhere behind them, Harry leaned forward and licked over her breast before he sucked her nipple in his mouth while his free hand cupped her other breast. Minerva moaned louder than ever before and ground herself harder on his lap, sending waves of pleasure through his body, particularly his now rock hard cock.

"Harry..." she moaned, and her fingers dug into the skin of his shoulder. "Please, I need you, Harry." she all but begged him, and Harry let go of her breasts so he could lift her up and carry her to her bed. Laying her down on the bed, Harry came to lay on top of her and kiss her once more, both of their hands roaming each others body. When Minerva's hand cupped him and then palmed him through his trousers, now making him moan and groan in pleasure, Harry thought he might lose it right there.

"God, I never wanted anyone more in my life than you," Harry groaned in her ear once he had broken their kiss. "Let me love you like nobody has ever done before," he then kissed his way down, exploring her body with his lips.

His fingers hooked on her slip, which he noticed with great satisfaction was already wet, and while his kisses travelled even lower, he slowly pulled them off her, leaving her naked and heaving under him, which made him even harder. Harry kissed his way up her thigh again, and once his head was between her legs, he looked at her pussy glistening with her arousal and inhaled her scent driving him mad. He had to taste her.

"Harry, w-what are you- Harry!" Harry didn't let her finish her sentence as he leaned down and took a long lick over her slit, sucking her clit in his mouth and circling it with his tongue. In mere seconds Minerva was writhing and moaning mess under him as Harry made her feel pleasure she hadn't ever felt before.

Harry felt her hand on his head and thought she might want him to stop, but when he looked up, he saw Minerva had her eyes closed, her back slightly arched while her free hand knead one of her breasts, and he couldn't help but smile. He really liked eating women out. There was something about giving his lover pleasure without actually feeling the same thing that made this so good. Harry loved what he could do to them, watched them feel this kind of pleasure, and knew it was him that made them feel it.

"Harry...Harry," Minerva barely managed a few words in between moans now," Ohh Merlin Harry, I'm gonna cum...oh god yes, yes." this only spurred him on more, and Harry grabbed her hips so tight he was sure it would leave marks on her. Even though Harry wasn't able to speak parseltongue anymore, he still knew some of the tongue movement, and it always brought a woman to a climax. Minerva was no exception to this.

With a long scream, she came on his tongue and fingers, her back arched and her hips bucking wildly, so she almost caused Harry to roll off her. He continued with his ministrations for a few moments, taking his time in drinking her essence before sitting up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, coming to kneel between her.

Harry once again saw a sight he would never forget in his life. She never looked lovelier than right now, breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath, her hair a mess and looking at him with a faint smile on her lips.

"You look absolutely magnificent," he couldn't help but in a whisper full of love and desire.

Minerva couldn't quite put to words what had just happened, only that it had fuelled her desire even more. She had never felt this way before, this kind of want to be with someone so much, this lust. Sitting up, she knelt before Harry and pulled him into another kiss, tasting herself on his lips, as her hands opened his trousers and free his already leaking cock of its clothed prison. The witch wrapped her delicate fingers around him and slowly stroked up and down, feeling his pulse in her hand. Harry certainly was well endowed and larger than the few other men she had been with before.

"Fuck, if you don't stop it, this will be over quite fast, Mina," Harry said, breaking their kiss once more and got rid of the last disturbing cloth before he laid Minerva back down. "Are you on the potion?" he managed to ask before placing kisses over her neck up to her lips.

"Yes," Minerva moaned before pulling him down to kiss him again, not breaking their kiss; Harry lined up at her entrance before pushing in. Both moaned at the incredible feeling, but when Harry wanted to move, her hand laid on his chest.

"Wait a second." Minerva breathed, and Harry immediately did as he was told.

"Are you okay?"

"God, yes, but you are bigger than anyone before you, and it's been a while," she confessed before kissing him again. After a moment, though, she rose her hips to take him even deeper when she was accustomed to him. He filled her in the most desirable way, more than ever before. She had never felt so good, all her previous experiences were nothing compared to what she felt now, all except for her first had simply slept with her for their own pleasure, never caring much for her. Harry was utterly different; he lit a fire within her that only he could tend to.

"How do you like it?" Harry asked, pulling Minerva out of her thoughts, taking the hint she was ready now and placed kisses over her breasts.

"Right now? Hard-Oh," he had her nipple between his teeth and dragged it up, letting it slowly slip through his teeth "-and fast." with that, he drew his hips back before he thrust fully inside her welcoming warmth. She felt wonderful around him. Harry felt like he never had sex before in his life, everything before was nothing compared to this. Having sex with someone you truly loved was different. It was perfect, and he didn't want it to be anything less than perfect, he wanted to worship her body and soul for the rest of his life.

Harry felt her legs coming around his hips as he began to move inside her, quickening his pace with every move. Their lips and hands roamed their bodies, their moans, pants and groans getting louder and louder as they became one.

"God, Mina, you feel so fucking good," he groaned against her neck as he thrust in harder and faster, her nails scratched over the skin of his back.

"Yes, yes! Oh my fucking god, don't stop!" Minerva pleaded. Harry certainly didn't plan to and put his weight on one arm so he could knead her breast with the other, sucking on a spot between her shoulder and her neck that had her wail in pleasure.

"I'll make you scream my name," he growled in her ear and punctured his words with a few particularly strong thrusts. Harry then pulled Minerva up, so she was once again seated in his lap. One hand came down to grab her arse as she began to move, alternating between rolling her hips and thrusting herself down on his cock.

Their mouth clashed together again, her arms wrapped tightly around him, pressing her breasts against his chest so he could feel her hard nipples against his own. They both were sweaty and moaning messes when Harry felt himself getting rapidly closer to release, but wanting Minerva to come again, he reached down between them, felt how his cock entered her again and again; his fingers found her clit and began to rub it fast.

"Fuck, I'm close, Minerva...," he panted, and his hot breath tickling her neck, and Harry could feel her began to clench around him, making her so deliciously tight.

"Me too...fuck, harder! Please." He pushed her back down on the bed to fulfil her wish, his hand continued to rub her clit until he felt her spasm around him, and Minerva came screaming his name, and it was too much for Harry as he fell over the edge as well. He thrust himself as deep inside her as possible when he came, groaning her name over and over again. After some last lazy thrusts, Harry barely managed to roll off her before post-coital bliss overwhelmed him.

"Wow...that was...amazing," he panted and looked at his right, where Minerva was also trying to catch her breath with a bright smile on her lips.

"More than amazing...I love you," she said and rolled over to snuggle up against him, and Harry wrapped his arm loosely around her, and his fingers danced over the skin of her hip.

"I love you too." for a while, they were quiet then, just basking in the afterglow.

"You know...what you did with your mouth was-I don't even have words for it." this caused a satisfied grin to appear on Harry's lips.

"So did I eat you out the best?" he couldn't help but ask.

"Actually, that was the first time," Minerva said, and Harry stared at her.

"Really?"

"Yeah...well, it's not like I have been with many men, to begin with, but the ones I had only wanted me to suck them off and didn't even consider they could return the favour."

"What a bunch of arseholes," Harry mumbled and then pressed a kiss to her forehead, "well, I can say they have been missing out on something. You're delicious." with that he had made her a little curious. She had only ever tasted one man before, and it hadn't been a very pleasurable experience; she wanted to know how he tasted if it was different. Minerva reached between her legs, and when she retreated her hand, Harry saw that the fingertips of her pointer and middle finger were covered in his cum and disappeared inside her mouth a second later.

"I can return the compliment. You do taste better than I thought," she told him matter of factly and truthfully, and Harry couldn't help but kiss her again.

"You're the most amazing witch I ever met, and I love you so much," he murmured against her lips, and Minerva pecked them once more.

"You're quite amazing too, Mister," Minerva said and pillowed her head on his chest while Harry threw the covers around them. "Can't we just stay here forever?" she whispered, and Harry chuckled.

"What? You actually thought you were leaving this bed anytime soon?" he asked with a grin, which quickly disappeared when Minerva straddled his lap, her long black hair just falling over her breasts and with a smile, she leaned down and placed gentle kisses from his mouth over his jaw to his ear.

"I wouldn't dream of it." The two of them spent the better part of the night exploring every centimetre of their bodies in two more rounds of passionate sex.

When Harry woke up the following day, he felt better than in what felt like ages. For the first time since he was sent back to this time, he felt like before all of this happened. There was no crazy Unspeakables he had to worry about anymore, and technically, he was also not the Boy Who Lived, though his other part also wasn't born yet. To Voldemort, he was no different than any other resistant fighter.

Right now it was like he had his life back before all this mess started, only it was even better because there was an absolutely gorgeous witch lying right next to him. Harry looked to his right and was met by the beautiful sight of Minerva's naked back and side, the blanket just covering her bum. Harry turned around and put his arm around Minerva, placing small kisses alongside her shoulder blade and neck.

"Good Morning," came the quiet response from his lover a few moments later, her voice still rough with sleep.

"A good Morning indeed," Harry answered as Minerva turned around, stretching a little before he leaned down and kissed her. Harry pulled her tighter against him, and Minerva's hands ran over his back and in his hair as their kiss grew more heated with each second. For Harry, feeling her breasts pressed against his own chest was not really helping the case.

"I'm never letting you get out of this bed ever again," Harry said once they broke apart and smiled at her.

"I'd love to, but I still think it might be a little hard to explain to my family or our colleagues and the students," Minerva answered with a smile of her own and pecked his lips once more.

"Fine…" Harry grumbled and just pulled her close to him again, and Minerva placed her head on his chest. "When do we have to leave?" he asked while his hand stroked up and down her back.

"That depends what time it is, but I said we would arrive around three," she answered. A glance at the clock on his nightstand told him it was shortly after eleven, so they still had enough time left.

"Then we still have four hours left," Harry told her with a smile, and Minerva placed a kiss on his chest before she closed her eyes and laid her head back down.

"Wonderful, you know since we both miss meals so often, I am kinda surprised there aren't hundreds of rumours going around regarding the two of us," Minerva said without opening her eyes, and Harry groaned in agreement, closing his eyes as well, while his hand continued to dance lazily up and down Minerva's back.

"I bet there are rumours going around, but they are all too scared of what we'll do to them when we find out," Harry answered, and Minerva grinned against his chest.

"Imagine them finding out they were right all along,"

"Imagine them finding out what bad words their strict, eloquent and no-nonsense Transfiguration Professor was screaming last night," Harry retorted, and Minerva slapped his chest playfully while he couldn't suppress a chuckle.

"They will never find out!"

"I sure as hell don't plan to tell them, but we're pretty lucky these quarters already come with a silencing spell, or the entire Gryffindor House would've heard us," he said and could feel her smile against his skin.

"Would you prefer me to stay quiet next time?" Minerva teased him, and Harry shook his head.

"Not for all the money in my vault." he quickly answered.

"That's what I thought." for a while, neither of them said another word, they simply enjoyed the cosy and pleasant atmosphere of the moment, just the two of them and nobody else. For a precious moment, there was nothing they had to worry about, they could catch a breath before the world and its problems came crashing down on them again. And after a while, without really noticing, they drifted back to sleep, holding each other in their arms.

When Minerva woke up sometime later, a small smile played around her lips. She felt Harry's right still wrapped around her and his body radiating a pleasant warmth. There was a dull ache between her legs, but nothing that was really bothering her or entirely unwelcome for that matter, if it was the price for what they had been doing the better part of the night.

Minerva reluctantly moved from Harry's embrace and looked at her lover, he was snoring softly, and his face was entirely relaxed. It was actually the first time she ever saw him like this, no worry, no tension, no pondering whether he was doing the right thing or not, and thinking about everything that was coming, trying to come up with a good or at least decent and manageable plan.

Her hand caressed his partially scarred cheek, and she couldn't help but think that he deserved more moments like this, where he didn't have to think about everything and everyone in the present as well as the future. It wasn't easy, she wasn't naive to think otherwise, but she would do everything in her power to help him. She gently kissed his cheek and got up. On the way to the bathroom, her eyes caught the clock on the wall, and her heart stopped for a second. It was almost three o'clock!

"Shit! Harry! Harry, get up; we overslept!" Minerva yelled, and Harry woke up with a loud snore.

"I'm up, I'm up, what is it?" Harry asked sleepily as he bolted up and looked at her.

"We overslept! We're supposed to be at my parent's house in ten minutes!" Minerva said before she disappeared into her bathroom.

"Ah, damn it," Harry quickly got up and followed her into the bathroom where she already turned on the shower and was looking in the mirror with her wand pointed at the few love bites he had more or less accidentally put on her neck and chest to make them disappear.

"We should have set an alarm clock," Harry said as he tested the water with his hand before stepping in.

"Probably," Minerva answered before she joined him. "How fast can you pack?" she asked as they quickly washed, both actually would have liked for the other to do that, but they just didn't have the time right now.

"Very fast, I'll guess you want us to dress as muggles, and I don't have that many outfits, so I should be ready in a couple of minutes," Harry said and couldn't help himself but press a short kiss to her lips.

"Perfect, I originally planned to get there partly by car, but since we lack the time, it might be better to just apparate into the garden, so nobody will notice us," Minerva answered, and Harry smiled.

"Excellent." they quickly finished their shower, and Harry flooed to his quarters to pack some things. Harry promptly dressed in a pair of dark trousers and a polo-neck jumper in a colour he couldn't quite define, the best he came up with was a mix between dark red and brown. The seventies weren't entirely his time clothing-wise, but from what he knew, the eighties wouldn't get much better. Since it really wasn't that much he owned, Harry was dressed and had his bag packed in a few minutes.

When he returned to Minerva's quarters, her hair was in a loose braid over one shoulder, and she was wearing a pair of jeans and a snug pastel coloured sweater with zigzag cross stripes in blue and red.

"Ready?" she asked, and Harry nodded.

"More than ready, you look wonderful, by the way," he told her and was granted a kiss in return.

"Thank you," she said with a smile as they both put their coats on and flooed once again to Aberforth's Pub. Right before they left through the door into the back alley, Harry paused and held Minerva back.

"Wait for a second," Harry began and made her look at him, "what if…what if your family doesn't like me?" he didn't want to sound stupid, but apart from Ginny, whose family liked him before and even after they broke up, he never met the family of women he slept with. It had never been a really serious relationship.

"Just be yourself, and I know they will love you. They're going to see how happy we are, how happy you make me, and that's what matters. My brothers will probably act like idiots for a while, but they'll realise that you are the love of my life and that nothing will ever change that. You are also part of this family now." Minerva told him, and Harry couldn't say how glad he was she took him seriously and managed to calm him down.

"You are the most wonderful witch I ever met, and I love you," Harry mumbled and kissed her. Minerva smiled into the kiss and returned it before she reluctantly pulled back.

"I love you too, but we really should get going. The one thing my mother hates more than anything is when we're not punctual for family occasions," Minerva said, and Harry quickly nodded.

"Alright, let's go then, I want to make a good impression." Minerva didn't answer him, though he saw the small eye-roll and apparated them to her parent's house instead.

They arrived in knee-deep snow in the garden of a lovely, typical Scottish cottage. The house was a little offside to the village Harry could make out to his left through the falling snow. Looking around, behind him in the distance, Harry could actually make out the sea. He couldn't really wait to visit again in summer because the view then must be genuinely breathtaking if it already looked like this under a thick snow blanket.

"Come on, let's get inside, I bet they're already waiting," Minerva said, and together they made their way up to the backdoor. Upon opening it, they were greeted by a bunch of people in the kitchen they entered.

"Hey! That's unfair! Why does Minnie get to apparate here while I had to drive through this hell weather!?" as a response to what a tall, muscular man, maybe a little younger than Harry, with black hair and the same teal green eyes as Minerva, said, came a chorus of "Robert!" from three people.

One came from Minerva. The other call came from a woman to their right. Minerva got almost all of her looks from her mother, apart from the hair, which was a pretty shade of red, though now streaked with grey. Isobel McGonagall looked around sixty, was a little smaller than Minerva and petite. She wore a nice dark green dress, which was currently half covered by an apron. The green eyes Minerva and her brother had inherited shone with kindness and intelligence. Still, Harry also had a feeling that 'the glare' as Harry called it, which Minerva used on her students and managed to shut them up without one word, might as well have been invented by the older witch next to them.

The other voice had been that of an older man, which had to be Minerva's father. He looked a little older than his wife, his hair grey and almost white and face a little more wrinkled than his wife's, but he was still standing tall and in good shape from the everyday work that had to be done and from which he was not shying away. He was dressed in dress pants, a shirt and a jumper and somehow radiated off a sense of calmness. His voice had been quieter than that of his wife and daughter, but it seemed to have the same effect.

"Where have you been? I thought you'd said you would be here by three?" Isobel asked her daughter in the next moment, wiping her hands on the apron while Minerva looked at the clock at the wall.

"We're barely five minutes late, and could we say hello before we start nitpicking?" Minerva said with a small smile playing around her lips before she hugged her mother.

"Of course, it's so good to see you again Darling, it's been way too long!" she said as she cupped her daughter's face for a second, a happy smile on her lips though her eyes looked a little moist.

"I know, but there was so much going on, I didn't find the time," Minerva explained and pecked her mother's cheek.

"Oh, I know," the witch answered as Minerva went to greet her father with a hug and low whispered words that Harry did not understand as it sounded awfully like Gaelic. Just when Minerva turned around to introduce Harry, a distant door opened, and several voices could be heard, a few clearly from children.

The next moment, a door in the adjacent dining room jumped open, and three children came running inside. The first was a girl of about five with curly black hair in a pretty dress, missing one front tooth, which Harry could see because of the big smile on the girls face. Behind her was a boy that shared a remarkable resemblance to the girl so that Harry guessed they might be twins, he was not missing a tooth, but an equally big smile was plastered on his face.

Toddling along behind them as fast as her little legs would allow was another black-haired girl of about two years tops, who seemed to be just so excited because of her older siblings. "Nana! Granda!" the older children yelled excitingly and were both pulled into a hug by their Grandfather while Isobel swooped the younger girl up in her arms.

Then the door opened again, and the parents of the children came inside. Minerva's brother Malcolm was a little shorter than his father, brother and Harry, and while he was not as muscular as his brother, Harry saw that he was still in excellent shape, more like a runner or rock climber. While his hair and full beard were of the same black as his sibling's hair, he was the only one who had the warm brown eye colour of their father. Walking beside him was his wife, a pretty woman with light brown hair, a round, friendly face, and large blue eyes, the dress she wore also showed off her rather large pregnant belly.

Harry silently watched the McGonagall family reunite with a smile on his face for the next few moments. Which only widened once the kids realised their 'auntie Mimi' was also there and threw themselves, quite literally, at her. It reminded him of those days in the Burrow only with fewer redheads and Harry more than ever hoped they would except him as the man at Minerva's side. But he wouldn't have to wait long to find that out.

As if he had listened to his thoughts, Robert Jr coughed loudly from his spot furthest away from Harry and pointed at him.

"Oi, don't you want to introduce us to this strange Adonis standing in our kitchen Minnie?" and eight heads turned to look at him.

Hello, my lovely readers!
The muse was hitting again, and I actually had to get my head clear from work, so here is the new chapter. I actually haven't written sex scenes very often. I dunno, I hope it was readable, it is kinda a test run if you want to read those in the future or not.
So now we have a few days with Minerva's family ahead of us, let's hope they accept their relationship.
Please tell me what you think about the chapter, and as always, thank you so much for the reviews and follows and favourites. You're all incredible! I hope you and your families are healthy and that all of you gave a good day or night wherever you are!
Yours
Patti

PS This time the title is a reference to the amazing song I'm on fire by Bruce Springsteen, which believe it or not started playing when I finished the chapter so I took it as a sign :D