Robert and Isobel McGonagall arrived in Hogsmeade as Minerva requested. Minerva waved at them and beckoned them to follow her. She led them through the crowd and towards the edge of town. They walked to the edge of the treeline and up a slight incline which opened up into a picturesque view. A lovely two story stone cottage stood in the middle of a field. "How lovely," Isobel breathed.

"It's a Ravenclaw property," Minerva revealed with a smile. "We plan to live here while Hogwarts is in session and then spend summers at the farm."

"Sensible," Robert said. "Where's Dougal at this fine day?"

"Directing Malcolm and Robbie on what to pack up and bring here," she said with a grin. "I have been working on bringing my belongings from Hogwarts or at least some of them. The Grey Lady became upset when she realized we were residing in Hogsmeade and not the castle. I had to bargain with her."

"What did you agree to?" Isobel asked.

"Any future children will be born at Hogwarts as long as it's safe to do so," she answered.

"You plan to start soon?" Robert asked. "I wouldn't mind a grandchild or two more. You and Robbie should catch up with Malcolm."

"Daddy," Minerva said as she hugged the man before her. "You and Dougal are on the same page there."

Isobel chuckled before gesturing towards the house. "Care to give us the grand tour?"

"Certainly," she answered as she led her parents into her new home and showed them around.

Minerva came out of the bathroom in an emerald green negligee. Her hair was hanging down her back in loose curls. She smirked inwardly as she noticed Dougal watching the sway of her hips. She slid in under the covers and scooted back against her husband's solid form. She sighed happily as he pulled her near. "Nox," she whispered as the lights turned off. The large window in their bedroom allowed plenty of moonlight in to see by.

Dougal attached his lips to her pale neck and sucked hard causing a loud moan and her back to bow. His hand caressed her body gently, teasingly. "I shall never tire of loving you, touching you, tasting you," he whispered in her ear seductively.

Minerva moaned at his words. She breathed in pants as his hand slipped underneath her knickers and teased her. A wave of her hand removed their clothing. Dougal chuckled at her impatience. "Quit teasing me love," she begged as her body tingled.

Dougal pushed the cover away from them, encouraged her on her back and kissed her lovingly. "I love you witch," he whispered as he kissed and sucked his way down her body.

"I love you more," she replied breathy.

Dougal used his hands and mouth to work her towards an orgasm. He had quickly learned her body and how to make her purr. When he felt her gripping his fingers, he leaned down sucked her womanly pearl. She shrieked his name as she tumbled off the edge of escasy.

Dougal grinned proudly as he watched his wife ride out her intense orgasm. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open and her hands were gripping her pillow tightly. She was a vision of beauty and he told her so. She merely tugged him on top of her and pleaded for more.

"As you wish," he whispered as his invaded her with his quivering member.

Minerva smiled as she watched her mother remove the soot from her robes with magic. She had limited memories of her mother using her wand and wondered why she decided to start using magic now. "Màthair," she asked. "Why did you decide to pick your wand back up? I love seeing you use magic but I don't understand why you decided to do so now?"

Isobel McGonagall closed her eyes briefly before throwing up a strong privacy charm. Minerva raised an eyebrow in suprise but remained silent. "I had a visitor from the future," she revealed to her daughter. "Voldemort was ended a few years from now but he had made Horcuxes and came back. Wizarding Britain becomes a horrible place with Muggleborns being made to register and such."

"Horcuxes," Minerva gasped in horror.

"The girl was barely of age, half starved and had just survived a battle," Isobel revealed. "She said she had only survived that because you took the killing curse meant for her."

Minerva stared wide-eyed at her mother. "I took a killing curse willingly?"

Isobel smiled sadly at her. "You did. When Caithness was attacked in her timeline, I still had my wand locked away. That decision saw several neighbors and all of our family except for Malcolm and you murdered. You were captured and held captive for months. When you were liberated, you concealed your pregnancy, gave your daughter up for adoption and gave her no indication you were her mother. You taught her and was her head of house but she had to learn of it from your will."

"I wouldn't," Minerva denied.

"She said you were broken by the loss of our family, by the loss of Dougal, and by the abuse and torture during your captivity," Isobel replied. "She informed me of the soul bond and begged me to find a way to ensure you completed it. She said you were the answer to fix things."

Minerva closed her eyes to prevent her tears from falling. "The visitor was my daughter?" she asked curiously.

"She was," Isobel admitted. "She had your mannerisms but was the spitting image of Dougal. She said she was always meant to be his child and begged me to help get you on the correct path."

Minerva wiped her eyes before straighten her shoulders. "How do we ensure she is born? Preferably in a better world as well?"

Isobel smiled proudly at her daughter. "We have already changed so much," Isobel answered. "Maybe we should mention the Horcruxes to the Unspeakables we trust. We should probably put those Wizengamot votes to good use. I propose we look into laws on the books and figure out what to start with."

"Very well," Minerva agreed.