Minerva was immediately wrapped up in Harry's magic as soon as she exited the Floo. She laughed musically as he floated her across the room and next to him on the couch. Booming laughter errupted in the other corner of the room. "Seems Harry has missed you Minerva," Fleamont said as he walked in with Euphemia.
"Harry," chided Euphemia with a frown. "You could of at least been a gentleman and walked across the room to Minerva."
Harry looked at his Grandmother sheepishly. "Sorry Gran," he whispered. "I was so excited to feel Min close that I just lost control of my magic."
"You weren't attempting to use your magic to draw Minerva close, " Fleamont questioned with a frown.
Harry shook his head negatively. "I just felt an overwhelming feeling of relief Min was close. I didn't consciously do any magic."
"That was too controlled to be accidental magic," Euphemia said as she eyed her grandson curiously.
"The Champion's magic is growing in strength," a chilling voice offered the group.
"Death," greeted Fleamont with a polite nod.
Death chuckled at the greeting. "The Heart is no longer utilizing his magic like before," he offered the family. "She is using the Morgan Ley Fey magic as it is easier to control for her. The magic demands usage and will force its way into the Champion's everyday life."
"This hasn't happened at Hogwarts," Minerva said with a frown. "I haven't used Harry's magic intensely in a while."
"You haven't but the Champion has," Death informed her. "He uses his magic to monitor your well-being yet he doesn't realize he does it. You have been too far away for him to do that recently. The magic forced his hand when it felt you nearby."
Minerva frowned at that but didn't quite know how to respond. "Will his magic do that anytime they are separated?" Fleamont inquired curiously.
"Until their bond is solidified," Death answered. "Once that day arrives, Minerva will be forced to use bits of the Champion's magic daily."
Once again Minerva frowned. Why must I use Harry's magic? My magic is sufficient for my purposes.
"Don't frown Heart," Death said. "It won't be like you suspect. Your soulbond and the Champion's magical ability will unite you two more intensely than normal soulbound couples."
"The Fates have showed you our future?" Harry questioned, realization dawned on him.
"Bits and pieces," Death confirmed. He placed his bony hands against Harry and Minerva's foreheads. A moive scene began to play out. Minerva stood in the middle of the graveyard with Harry's hand tightly intertwined with her own. She saw her Grandmother's gravestone and smelled the freshly moved earth. It was obvious the grave had just been covered. "Ida lived an extraordinary life," Harry managed. "She wouldn't want you to cry over her."
"I know," Minerva whispered brokenly. "I just wished she could have met Fiona before moving on to the next great adventure." With that Minerva rubbed her protruding belly gently prompting a decent kick from the baby within.
"Looks like we have a Quidditch player," quipped Harry with a sad smile while rubbing his tender belly. "I must be the only male alive that knows how pregnancy feels like."
"Aye," Minerva agreed with a grin at Harry. They had been mildly suprised when they discovered Minerva's pregnancy symptoms were lessened due to Harry's magic insisting they share the symptoms. "Fiona will undoubtedly chase after her brothers with those infernal brooms Sirius insisted they needed. I am still upset about those brooms. I expected Rose to talk some sense into him once they married."
Harry snorted at that. "Rose isn't a miracle worker," he reminded her. "She does tame Sirius' more crazier schemes though."
"True," she conceded. "At least Gran had time with the boys. Fiona will be the first child that Gran hasn't applied the Morgan Ley Fey glamour to in over a hundred years."
"It's fitting that our daughter will be the very first one you glamour," Harry said then pressed a kiss to her lips. "Shall we go home to the boys? Who knows what prank Dad has them working on."
Minerva snorted at that. "James seems to forget that I am Headmistress of at Hogwarts and will be more severe on my own children. I cringe when I think about next fall, Evan will be joined by a Black and a Lupin."
"At least you have Poppy and Charlie there to help you," he offered with a smirk. "Poppy will likely smother Harley more than she ever did Hermione. Harley is her Nan's joy!"
Minerva laughed at that. "Let's go home and see our heathens," she finally managed. "I will have to return to Hogwarts in a few days. I want to spend as much time as possible with the boys."
Minerva blinked when Death removed his cold hand from her forehead. Her hand covered her mouth as her tears fell rapidly down her face. Harry gripped her free hand with his and pushed his magic against her in comfort. "Will that come to pass?" Harry asked Death, silently begging for Death to say yes. He assumed Minerva would be out of childbearing age by the time they married and assumed they would have to use a surrogate womb to have children of their own.
Death nodded his head in affirmation. "You have quite the adventure ahead of you," he answered. "Champion's magic will react any time you are separated for more than a day or so. I would recommend on a training program of sorts when you have to be separated from Minerva."
"I will make sure he finds something magically challenging," Minerva whispered as she reigned in her tears.
"Care to tell us what you saw?" Fleamont asked curiously.
"Children," Death answered. "Minerva's age would normally be problematic; however, the Morgan Ley Fey magic protects her. She will be able to bear children as long as they both wish to have children. I inform you of this my friend," Death turned and spoke directly to Fleamont. "Don't speak of it to the others. It will raise too many questions if others aren't suprised Minerva can provide children for my Champion."
"As you wish," Fleamont agreed immediately. His heart rejoiced on knowing the Potter line would continue for another generation in a few more years.