Poppy Pomfrey stared at the birth certificates for a long time before offering, "It's been many years since I have seen that handwriting. The signature is incorrect but I would know Mum's handwriting anywhere." She met Minerva's gaze with a smirk on her face. "This answers so much in regards to you."
Minerva rolled her eyes in suprise at her friend's statement. Harry and Hermione looked at each other in suprise at how easy Poppy had seen through the ruse and then grinned at one other. "Poppy," Minerva started but hushed as Poppy rose her hand to stop her.
"I don't need your confirmation," the older witch stated. "I know my Mum's handwriting and am aware you were not pregnant for this school year. I would then speculate these twins were born in 1955 when you experienced a severe bout of depression that caused you to be catatonic for a bit. If I remember correctly, you stayed close to Mum during that time and it would solve why her handwriting is on the birth certificates."
"You're correct," Minerva replied cautiously. "They cannot confirm or deny anything regarding it due to vows from the Unspeakable Department but I took no such oaths."
Poppy nodded her head, she hadn't been suprised by that. "I assume Harry here was your Dougal," Poppy inquired curiously.
Minerva nodded her head yes. "We were married in 1954 because we are soulmates," she offered her longtime friend. "Although the marriage certificate is dated for last year after he turned of age."
"Makes sense," Poppy said. "I will expect you to rest here for the rest of the week and then will examine you again next week to ensure whatever potion you took caused no unexpected side-effects. Don't look suprised, its obvious you took something potion related to be able to breastfeed."
"Thank you Poppy," Minerva said, gratitude reflected on her facial features.
Poppy merely nodded her head as she stood and moved towards the door. "It seems I have 9 months of medical records to falsify so I shall take my leave," she uttered. Harry and Hermione snorted in amusement at the comment. Poppy smiled and then added, "Remember who your primary healer is Mr. Potter. Hurt my friend and you won't like me."
"Poppy," Minerva chided, embarrassment coloring her cheeks a rosy color.
Hermione laughed outloud at that and saw Harry give Poppy a reassuring smile. "I love her," he said completely honest. Poppy smiled, nodded her head and swept from the room.
"Owl me if you need anything," Hermione said as she followed the healer from the room.
Harry and Minerva sat cuddled up in the livingroom. "Who owns this house?" Minerva asked curiously.
"You do," Harry said with a grin. Minerva looked at him startled and just raised an eyebrow, silently asking for more information. "Malcolm purchased it in the late 50s and willed it to you. The will stipulated you couldn't know about it until you knew about the time travel. It was his wedding gift to you. I expect you will get an Owl from Gringotts in a few days."
Minerva smiled sadly at that. She missed her brother so very much. They had been extremely close growing up and when he died in the 80s, she felt so lost. It had been him and her for many years. "What did Malcolm make of the situation," she asked Harry.
"He thought it was hilarious once he realized we were soulmates," Harry answered. "He referred to you as a cougar I believe."
Minerva laughed at that. "I believe it," she managed. "Malcolm loved to tease me. He would always say it was his job as a little brother and he couldn't lapse in his duties."
"Malcolm loved you fiercely," Harry said. "He argued just as much with his supervisors as Hermione did. He wanted you to have your happy ever after eventually."
Minerva teared up at the thought. "Thank you for telling me," she replied. "I had a small cottage in Hogsmeade before Death Eaters destroyed it this past year. I remained at Hogwarts because I had no where else to go."
Harry tilted her head towards his before giving her a reassuring kiss. "You have many options now," he replied with a smile. "This will make a great summer home. Grimmauld Place is currently being cleaned and modernized so it will be a good option when we have business to attend in London or possibly a ballet or theater show. Potter Manor is being repaired as we speak. I would like to stay there some. It's my family legacy and I have no desire to lose that."
Minerva nodded her understanding at that. "We shall spend most of our time at Potter Manor," she promised. "Perhaps we can build a new cottage in Hogsmeade on my land. We could live in it while Hogwarts is in session."
"If that's what you want," Harry reassured his wife. "We also have Black Island and vacation homes in France, Portugal, Malaysia, Greece, Italy, Thailand and Ireland."
Minerva raised her eyebrows in suprise. "How rich are you Harry Potter?" she asked.
He tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear and grinned. "We are very wealthy. Neither of us would ever have to work and could spend lavishly without putting a dent in our vaults. The Potter Family owns multiple muggle factories and distilleries. We also own quite a few magical companies not including royalties to several potions created by the Potters."
Minerva stared shell-shocked at him for a while. "The Potters never flaunted their wealth," she whispered. "They were always helping others and working in some fashion as long as I can remember."
"With great wealth comes great responsibility to others," he quoted. "My Grandfather's portrait explained it. We have a saving people thing and find we are happiest when we are helping those that need it."
Minerva smiled brightly at that. "I'm sure we can instill that in Jamie and Jasmine," she whispered then kissed him lovingly.
"Jamie?" questioned Harry.
"I refuse to deal with another James Potter," she said with a grin. "The original gave me enough gray hairs as it is."
Harry burst out laughing at that. "Jamie it is," he agreed in mirth.
"They can't sleep in that basket much longer. We need to sort them a nursery out," she said as she looked at the basket.
A pop startled Minerva. Kreacher bowed low as he greeted his Master and Mistress. "Kreacher fixes nursery for Little Mister and Little Miss," the house elf said.
Minerva looked at Harry in shock. Kreacher was far different than she remembered him. The older elf was dressed in a respectable uniform and appeared healthier. He spoke well and kindly. Harry winked at her before addressing Kreacher. "Thank you Kreacher. I appreciate all of your hard work. Do you mind giving us tour of the new room?"
The house elf smiled and nodded his head before leading the way upstairs. Harry and Minerva followed along with the twins tucked carefully in their arms. The symbol on the door had been altered slightly. "Kreacher removed old blood wards," he explained. "Potter head elf added blood protection spells. Master and Mistress needs place hands on the door to set the protection." Minerva and Harry shared a look and then done as requested. A brilliant golden light errupted from the symbol as their blood charged the new protection. "New protections won't allow fire, collapse or anyone with ill intentions in the nursery."
Minerva allowed a sob to escape at that. That hospital fire in 1955 still haunted her. "Thank you Kreacher," she whispered. "Will you also inform the others how grateful I am for the protections?"
Kreacher grinned and nodded his head. He opened the door and allowed his new family to enter the room. The room was filled with muggle animals on the walls. Elephants, giraffes, lions, tigers and many more filled the walls. It was a safari themed room. Two dark cribs were against a wall, one with dark green bedding and the other a pale purple color. A changing table, wardrobe, chest, and rocking chair was there in the same dark wood as the cribs. Minerva noticed a tree shaped bookshelf near the window. She walked to it and noticed muggle children's books. "It beautiful Kreacher," she said with watery eyes.
"Where did you get the books," Harry asked suprised as he read the titles. He didn't think a house elf could manage to sneak in a muggle store unnoticed.
"Those were Master's books," Kreacher replied. "Miss Lily had a trunk full of them. The Potter nanny elf brought them."
"Nanny elf," Minerva asked curiously.
A pop sounded and a small house elf in a dress arrived. "Mistress called," the elf asked.
Before Minerva could say a word, Harry hugged the house elf. "Sapphire," he cried happily.
"Master remembers Sapphire," the house elf squeaked suprised.
"Of course I do," Harry said. "You healed me in my cupboard."
"I did," the house elf admitted. "The long beard man said we house elfs wasn't allowed to bring Master home but he didn't say we couldn't heal Master."
"Why didn't you come to me at Hogwarts," Harry asked perplexed.
"Long beard ordered us not to," she answered. "Claimed Master didn't need to know about us. Long beard did not order us to stay away from Surrey."
"Albus bloody Dumbledore," he growled angrily. "You follow no one's commands other than your family from this point on unless you want to. You are always welcome where we are."
Minerva teared up at that. Harry apparently loved the house elf and it seemed the feeling was mutual. "Sapphire," Minerva drew the house elf's attention. "I hope you are ready to help with the twins. We will need your help especially when we start on the repairs at Hogwarts."
Sapphire smiled brightly at that. "Yes Mistress!"
