Minerva sat down wearily as she closed her eyes from pure exhaustion. "Tell me again why we need to apply the Morgan Ley Fey glamour on your grand nieces?" Minerva asked curiously.
"The only children affected by the Morgan Ley Fey magic is direct maternal descendants," Ida Ross explained. "If these witches affected have boys, the magic stops in the mother. If these witches have a girl, the magic will continue for another generation."
"The magic won't restart itself for a girl born from a male descendant," Minerva asked dumbfounded on that. Magic typically ran through families for generations regardless of male or female children.
"Morgan Ley Fey cursed her children," Ida explained. "She refused to allow sons to have her magic. Morgan was said to inform her daughters that no man would ever control her magic."
"Unbelievable," muttered a bewildered Minerva. How could any mother curse her children?
Ida laughed at the look of disbelief on her granddaughter's face. "I suspect once you have a daughter the Morgan Ley Fey magic will end in the cadet branch and infuse strongly within your own."
"When I have a daughter," Minerva questioned her grandmother.
Ida gave Minerva a withered look before revealing, "I have seen your children. The Fates gifted me with that knowledge when you were in a coma on that dreadful Halloween. I have seen the faces of a dozen children, four of those, girls."
"A dozen," Minerva gasped horrified at the notion of having so many children.
Ida chuckled at her. "Harry's magic will demand it," Ida said. "He must have many sons to bear the burden of his magic once he greets Death for the final time. Harry's magic is much too strong for one or two children to bear."
"His magic will demand it?" Minerva questioned with a frown.
"Harry would never demand a thing from you," Ida reassured her. "Harry's magic will flare when you are on the potion to remove it from your system. Harry's magic will insist on sons while your magic will demand daughters. I am saddened I won't be here for you then."
Minerva eyed her sadly. "You have seen your death," questioned Minerva.
"Aye," Ida confessed. "I have to be gone before your first daughter arrives. You have to be seen as the ultimate head of the maternal line. The cadet line will bicker and cause issues if I don't leave you as my successor. You will be your strongest magically before you give birth to your first daughter. I have to pass on my magic to you before your daughter is physically born."
"What do you mean pass on your magic?" Minerva asked curiously.
"You shall absorb my magic," Ida revealed. "I am the head of the Morgan Ley Fey family and control additional family magic passed to me from the previous head. You shall do the same when your end comes."
Minerva stared wide-eyed at her grandmother. "How do you know I am meant to be the next head," she whispered.
"The magic guides me," Ida offered her. "I have never felt the magic so strongly in another witch in the family before. Death told you a lie when he said your Mother couldn't remove the glamour she placed on you at birth. I placed that glamour on you. Only the head can charm the girls with the glamour."
"Why would he lie?"
"You weren't aware of me yet," Ida replied with a smile. "I am certainly glad you know of me now. I love you so much Minerva. I shall be forever grateful to the Fates for the time I have with you."
Death appeared as Minerva settled into her steaming bath at Hogwarts. She eyed him curiously but remained quiet. He smirked at her before speaking, "Challenges await you Heart."
"What challenges?" she questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Hogsmeade weekend," he revealed. "You must be ready. You aren't a chaperone and they are counting on that."
"Harry," she asked.
"Yes," Death confirmed. "They shall harm his sister too."
Rose is too young for Hogsmeade. Hermione? "You are referring to Hermione?" she asked.
Death nodded his head. "Harry's magic will be subdued," he warned her. "Show them the depths of your love for your family, what lengths you are willing to go through for them."
"I shall," she answered firmly as she felt a jolt go down her spine.
"Until next time Heart," the chilling voice of Death whispered.
Minerva heard the shouts from a group of third years as she walked down the path to Hogsmeade. She briefly closed her eyes and steeled herself for what laid ahead. She rushed full speed towards the noise. "What's happened?" she demanded as she saw a group of frantic third years.
"A group of cloaked people took Harry and Hermione," answered a girl from the group.
"Harry was acting drunk," offered another one. "Hermione suspected something was placed in his drink. She was walking him back to the castle when the cloaked figures grabbed them."
Minerva cast her Patronus and sent a message to Amelia Bones at DMLE. "Stay here and inform the DMLE what happened when they arrive," she barked out. Minerva closed her eyes and groaned in pain. What have they given Harry? His vision is blurry and his head is swimming.
"Are you alright Headmistress," one of the students asked in concern.
"Yes," she answered firmly. Minerva steadied her breath and focused on Harry again. She pushed away the dizziness and blurriness as best as she could. The Shrieking Shack! Minerva looked at the students and asked them to send the DMLE to the Shrieking Shack once they arrived.
Minerva rushed off in that direction. She felt bands around her magic so she assumed they had anti apparation wards up. She felt a web of wards as she neared the shack. Normally those would slow her down but the captors miscalculated her. Harry and she were handfasted and therefore shared magic. They had left a loophole to allow Harry and Hermione entrance but they had unknowingly left a loophole for her. Minerva gripped her wand tightly and slowly entered the building.
She closed her eyes briefly and searched for her family. Harry was upstairs. Hermione was closer to her but her readings were muffled. Her heart told her to go to Harry but her very being told her Hermione needed her more. She made her way to what was the kitchen and saw red at what she was witnessing. Hermione was being held down magically on the kitchen table screaming silent screams. Her top ripped open, her bra removed and her skirt and panties pushed to the side. One wizard was carving her chest with what she feared was a cursed blade and the other was painfully fingering the young virgin.
Minerva wasn't aware that her magic reacted until the wizards dropped dead from her purple magic. She rushed to Hermione and released the containment spells on her. "Min," she sobbed as Minerva pulled her into an embrace.
"I'm here love," Minerva cooed to Hermione.
"Harry needs help," the girl managed.
Minerva could sense the weakness in her young friend and knew she wouldn't be moving without help. She removed her cloak and draped it across Hermione and covered her nakedness. "Help is on its way," she whispered emotionally.
"Go help Harry," she said in response.
Minerva kissed Hermione's forehead and ran from the room. She darted up the steps and searched for Harry. He was in what she assumed to be the master bedroom. Harry was magically tied to the bed and was stark naked. An older witch was straddling him while attempting to fed him a red potion. That's a lust potion!
Minerva became enraged and blasted the witch away from Harry. "That's my wizard," she yelled angrily.
"Not for long Minerva," the witch proclaimed.
Minerva's eyes widened at the way her name fell from the witches lips. There was only one person who said her name like that. "Albus?" she questioned.
The witch cackled with glee. "Very good Minerva," she taunted. "You should of known I wouldn't have been beaten by the likes of you. I am the greatest wizard of all time!"
Minerva stared at him dumbfounded. "How?" she asked. "I drained your magic."
The feminine version of Albus smirked as Minerva. "Tom wasn't the only one with a Horcrux or two," the feminine voice shared. "It was only a matter of finding a willing body and someone to perform the ritual to have my essence escape my old body and become anew in this one. Once I conceive a Potter heir, I will use the Potters as sacrifices to make more Horcuxes and ensure my place in the Wizarding World using the gold in their vaults."
Minerva stared at Albus horrified. The bastard planned on raping Harry and conceiving a child. Harry is mine! "Over my dead body," Minerva hissed angrily.
"That's the plan my dear," Albus laughed as he cast several spells at her. "You were always going to have to die. Your bond to Harry is too strong and must be severed."
Minerva blocked the spells and hastely put up a shield. Albus battered her shield with spells she didn't know. Her shield failed and she was hit with a cutting hex that caused her to bleed profoundly. Albus grinned at her and moved back towards the bed. She watched as he managed to pour the lust potion down Harry's throat with little resistance. "Enjoy the show Minerva," taunted Albus as he started unbuttoning the dress he wore.
Minerva felt rage like nothing she had ever experienced before in her life. Her Morgan Ley Fey magic flared to life at the thought of a mock witch bedding her soulmate. Her purple magic wrapped around her wound and applied pressure. The bloodflow stopped immediately. She still felt weak from the blood loss but she pushed it to the wayside. Harry needed her and she wouldn't fail him.
Minerva closed her eyes and sought Harry's magic. She called it to her and begged the Elder Wand to come to her. It soared into her hand and sent a feeeling of warmth through her. "That's my wizard," Minerva whispered chillingly and blasted the feminine version of Albus from the bed once again.
Albus stood up and glared at Minerva. "I shall win Minerva," the witch spewed hatefully.
"Not as long as I am the Champion's Heart," she proclaimed and sent a chain of long forgotten spells at Albus.
"You will never win Minerva," Albus taunted.
"I already have," she answered firmly as she sent a long forgotten piercing hex to his heart. She watched as Albus' eyes widened in shock and the life slowly drained from him.
"Albus bloody Dumbledore," said Amelia Bones from the doorway. Minerva could see the disbelief on her face.
"He had a bloody Horcrux," Minerva revealed. "Help us to Hogwarts. The wards will offer us more assistance than any medical advantage St. Mungo's has. Let Poppy know that Harry was given multiple potions. I know the last one was a lust potion but I'm not sure of the others." With that. Minerva fell unconscious and her purple magic rescinded allowing her wounds to bleed once again.
"Bloody hell," Amelia Bones cried out. "Get me a damn medic now!"