disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Harry spent the next day confined to the family quarters. His parents had told the school some story about how his release was too early and he needed his rest. He spent most of the morning laying in bed or listening to some music.
If there was one thing he truly dislike about Hogwarts it was the lack of good music. He and Nate had fallen in love with music when they discovered a muggle music store right next to the sports complex that Harry played football at. They'd convinced their dad that it was vital for the survival of the wizarding world for them to have access to muggle music.
Albus hadn't been convinced but he had made each of the boys a stereo that would run off magic instead of electricity. Once that has been done he had been forced to give them advances on their allowance so that they could buy all the c.d.'s they wanted.
The boy's had a fairly large collection and as the listened mostly the same music they shared all of the c.d.'s.
The thing about it was that technically when their father had enchanted the stereo system he'd done it illegally, so they couldn't let anyone outside of the family see it. Which Harry thought was really unfair. It wasn't like they had hurt anyone or even like they were going to show muggles. Harry had felt incomplete without his library of music to relax him after a long day of play.
It was ten o' clock before he pulled himself from his warm fluffy blankets and went to take a shower.
When he finally went looking for someone else in the quarters it was nearly eleven. He knew his mum was teaching and that she would be back for lunch and then she would spend a free period with him, but he knew his dad was around here somewhere.
He walked into the drawing room after looking in his parents' bedroom and finding it empty. Sure enough laying on the floor with his feet on the couch was his father. He was engrossed in a book and Harry knew better to interrupt him. The fact that his dad was lying on the floor didn't even faze him. His dad always found the oddest positions to read in. One of his favorite positions was to float around near the ceiling.
He didn't understand it, but there were a lot of weird things about his dad he didn't understand. Like how he ate so much sugar and didn't get sick.
Seeing nothing else to do Harry pulled a muggle comic book off the book shelf and tried to imitate his father's position. It took some flexibility but he finally got it. He started to read and was completely obvious to the small smile that found its way to his father's face.
That was how Minerva found them nearly an hour later. She walked into the room and before the door was even closed she was taking down her hair from its uncomfortably tight bun.
"Good afternoon boys" she said amiably smiling at her boys.
Albus closed his book and smiled at her. It was a smile that reminded her of why she married him. As old as he was and as much as he's seen he still had that boyish innocence and amazement about him. His smiles always filled her with comfort because with that simple gesture and a look in his eyes she could almost feel his love for her. It was enough to make her weak in the knees.
"Hi mum." Harry said unconsciously snapping his parents out of their locked gazes.
Albus, using some flexibility and years of practice, twisted and jumped so that he landed on his feet his book in hand. He looked at his son and raised a challenging eyebrow. "Need help?" he asked with a grin.
"If you can do it, I can." Harry said with false bravado. Harry tried to imitate his father and for a moment he nearly hand it but he didn't turn his body enough and wound up falling flat on his face. His comic book crumpling beneath him.
Albus helped his son up and did a quick charm to restore the comic to mint condition. "It was a good attempt." He consoled his youngest.
Harry scowled and screwed up his face in concentration. "How did you do that?" he asked.
"Many, many years of practice." Albus said with a shrug.
"Your father's always been good at getting into tight places." Minerva said with a lecherous look towards her husband.
Albus blushed slightly at his wives insinuative tone. "Let's, err, go to lunch the house elves should have it prepared by now." He said.
"Thank Merlin, I could eat a hippogriff." Harry said as he walked over to put his comic back on the shelf.
"I could think of at least a dozen other positions I'd rather be in?" Minerva said with a significant look towards her husband.
Albus shifted uncomfortably. He could only remember a few times when Minerva was this forward. During both of her pregnancy's they had gone at each other horny teenagers, but that wasn't possible, not after the disaster that they called Nathan's birth. Both Poppy and the muggle doctor they had consulted had told them they'd never have the slightest chance at having another child. And to do so would only be at a serious risk to Minerva's health.
But what could be the cause of the sudden change. They'd always had a healthy sex life, they were in their prime, and before now he had thought that they had had a lot of sex. Only for the past two months or so be proven wrong. At every possible spare minute they were on each other. In the staff room, their respected offices, broom closet's, the Great Hall, the Astronomy tower, Hell they'd even done it in the quiditch pitch during the middle of the night. Truthfully he as enjoying himself with their daily and daring trysts but he was also beginning to wonder what was going on. He knew that sooner or later his curiosity would win and he would have to ask. He just didn't want the fun to stop.
"Are you coming, Albus?"
Albus looked up and smiled at his wife as she broke him out of his thoughts. "Of course." He answered as he walked up to her and took her hand so that he could hold it.
The trio was halfway through a lunch of soup and sandwiches when they heard the floo open from the drawing room.
"We weren't expecting anyone." Minerva stated looking at Albus a hint of questioning in her gaze.
"No, we weren't" he answered. "Stay here I'll go see who it is." Albus said as he pushed his seat back and stood up.
Harry looked curiously from one parent to the next. They seemed nervous but he couldn't understand why. His father had told him himself that the only people who could use the floo in their quarters were of Dumbledore blood and in addition to that they had to know the floo address and the verbal password.
Albus was halfway across the room when the door opened and someone walked in. Even Harry who had been half expecting half hoping that he would show up was surprised when it was Nathan who walked through the door. Harry like every other eleven year old boy was normally clueless when it came to details but even he could see that this wasn't the same Nathan that had left home at the end of the summer.
The most obvious thing was his clothes. Nathan used to always wear something with color and a lot of beiges, tans, and light browns. Now everything he wore was black and of poorer quality than Harry had ever seen any of his family wear. The clothing didn't even have the family crest sewn in on it. He was wearing pain black jeans, some cheap black sneakers and a plain black zip up jacket.
His body looked worn and tired. For being only fourteen years old he looked like he was thirty. There were stress lines on his face and dark shadows under his eyes. His face looked angry. His normally smiling face looked like he hadn't smiled since he left. He was also taller; he had to have grown at least two inches since summer. His hair which he used to pride on being neat was currently a chaotic mess, like he had run his hand through it numerous times.
Nathan stopped when he saw Harry. Green eyes met bloodshot blue and Harry could tell that he was apologizing in advance for what he was about to do and for not coming sooner. Harry tried to show him that he was forgiven but he wasn't sure Nate got the message.
"Nathan, are you alright dear?" Minerva asked watching her son that she hadn't really seen in two months worriedly. She'd never seen that looked on Nathans face only her husband's and it never turned out well when he had that much restrained fury. The last time she had seen that look was when death eaters had been pardoned for giving campaign donations to the Minister Fudge.
Nathan ignored her and instead choose to stare at his father almost hatefully. Harry was shocked; he could literally feel the anger flowing off of Nathan. Harry had never seen Nathan this angry and especially not at their father. Albus had been Nathans idol for as long as Harry could remember. They'd had quite a few conversations about how when Nathan grew up he wanted to be exactly like his father. Harry admired his father but he didn't want to be famous, he wanted a more secluded life.
"Were you not going to tell me?" Nathan asked rage cracking his forced calm voice. Harry stared at Nathan trying to figure out what in the world had happened to his brother. This wasn't the Nathan he knew.
Albus and Minerva exchanged confused glances. Neither of them knew what Nathan was talking about. "Nathan, I don't know what you're talking about. Why don't we go sit down somewhere and talk about this." Albus suggested in a calming voice he had often used on his children when they were younger.
"Don't fuck with me. I doubt even you could forget this." Nathan said coldly. Albus blinked in surprise at the tone of his sons' voice. He opened his mouth to reprimand him but Nathan beat him to it. "But if you do need help remembering I brought something of yours." Nathan added as he took an old leather bound journal, one Harry notice that was very similar to his, and chucked it at Albus.
With quicker reflexes than Harry had ever seen from his father, Albus snatched the book out of the air. Albus knew what it was the moment he saw it come from his sons' pocket.
"Where did you get this?" Albus asked in an empty voice. Not taking his eyes away from the book in his hands.
"A muggle pawn broker in Italy." Nathan answered. "It was a very interesting read." He practically spat out.
At the last sentence Albus eyes snapped up to his sons' and his tan skin paled a shade or three. "Then you realize that a lot has changed since then." Albus said in a strong voice.
"It made me realize a lot of things. None of them pleasant" Nathan said in a hard voice. "It made me realize that you're not the man everyone thinks you are. You're not some great hero; you created the monster in the first place. It made me realize that everything I knew was a lie. I mean if I can't trust the one person whom I aspired to be, who or what could I trust? It made me realize that I don't want to be a part of a world where people like you walk free." Nathan said with a steadily raising voice.
Minerva stepped forward and opened her mouth to say something but Albus beat her to the punch. "There are a lot of things you don't understand, Nathan, a lot of things that weren't written in that book. Let me explain it to you." Albus said in a voice of forced calm.
"Why should I let you lie to me even more?" Nathan asked spitefully, but Harry could tell by the pitch of his voice that he was really upset.
"Because I wouldn't lie to you I never have. And because I think I deserve a chance to explain myself." Albus said in an athorative voice.
"Why? Why should I give you a chance?" Nathan asked heatedly.
Harry just watched in shock at the way the conversation was turning out. Apparently his father had done something horrible in his past and Nathan had somehow found out. That wasn't the
only surprising thing. The way Nathan was talking to their father left Harry shell shocked. Nathan barely swore when they were alone, and in the past five minutes Harry had heard him swear more than he usually did in a year.
"Because I'm your father, and I love you." Albus answered simply.
That was apparently the wrong thing to say. Nathans anger seemed to multiply and if Harry thought he was angry earlier than he was furious now.
"IF YOU LOVED ME YOU WOULDN'T HAVE LIED TO ME." Nathan screamed. "I HATE YOU. I WISH YOU WEREN'T MY FATHER. I WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER OFF WITH ANYONE OTHER THAN YOU. I HATE YOU. I-"He would have said more but Minerva's open hand connected with his cheek.
The room was eerily still for a moment with Nathan looking at Albus while holding his cheek. His face was no longer contorted in anger but now he looked ashamed and sorry of his outburst. Albus looked nothing like the happy confident man he normally was. His blue eyes were unseeing and clouded with what Harry thought were tears and his face looked lost. Minerva looked furious; her anger from the other day seemed tame compared to this. And Harry just stood there looking confused.
Abruptly before anyone could speak a word Fawkes appeared with a burst of flames and disappeared the same way a second later with Albus in tow. Harry, who had been watching his father's face, didn't think the man noticed.
"I…I didn't" Nathan stuttered looking less and less sure of himself with each passing second.
"Nathan." His mother said her voice cracking like a whip. "Go to your room, now. I don't want to hear a peep from you until you seriously think of what you've learned and what you've just done." She said severely.
"I.." he started before he clamped his mouth shut. There was nothing he could say. Without another word he turned on the heal of his worn sneakers and walked away.
"And Nathan." Minerva said just as he reached the door. Nathan stopped but didn't turn around. "Change your clothes. Your father and I have bought you plenty, there's no reason to look like a beggar." If it was possible Nathan's shoulders dropped even lower. He nodded slightly before hurrying out of the room.
Harry and Minerva stood in silence for a moment. "Mum," Harry said staring at his mother who looked like she would break down crying at any moment, a far cry from her earlier anger. "I don't understand."
Minerva swallowed and turned to her son. "I promise someone will explain everything to you later, but right now could you please go keep yourself busy without getting into trouble. I need to take care of a few things." She said. Harry didn't even think about not doing exactly what she asked. At that moment he would have done anything for his mother if he thought it would have made her feel better.
"Of course, I'll go work on my piano lessons." He said in a vain hope to make her happy. She knew how much he hated the piano. Like he thought it didn't work. She gave a small forced smile but even they both could tell it was false and Harry knew that she would probably break down crying as soon as he left.
Before he left he turned to his mother and gave her his own version of her bone crushing hug. He felt her body shudder with emotion and felt two fat tears drop on the top of his head.
The hug broke and Minerva put her hand on her sons' cheek. "You're a good boy Harry." She said before giving him a kiss on his forehead.
Harry left the room silently and for the first time in his life felt a burning rage towards his brother. In ten minutes Nathan had done more emotional damage to their mother than anyone had probably done in years. If he was bigger and stronger he would have punched him. Right now though he would settle for using him as his karate dummy, at least then he might be able to hurt him.
It was late that night and Minerva was sitting up as still as a statue waiting for her husband to come back. She knew or at least hoped he would be back tonight, he knew how she hated to sleep alone. The thought of the cold sheets without him there to warm her made her shiver.
Harry was sleeping soundly and had been for an hour or so, and she supposed Nathan was too. She hadn't been able go in his room to check on him. She had of course sent a house elf with food at every meal and even some of his favorite snacks but she hadn't been able to see him personally. She was still too angry with him and she didn't want to say something she would later regret. She loved her son dearly but when she had seen and felt what he'd done to her soul mate slapping him was only the beginning of what she would have done if he wasn't her son.
The door to the master bedroom slowly opened and she watched as Albus quietly made his way into their bedroom. He looked tired and dirty, were the two things she noticed first. The second thing was that his blue eyes looked slightly haunted.
Without a word she quietly walked towards him and gently grabbed his hand and led him to their bathroom. He followed never once protesting, he didn't even look up.
She entered the bathroom and with a small flick of her wrist stated a steaming hot shower. Albus looked up slightly startled at the sound. "Miner-"he started to protest in a gruff voice but she shushed him with a gentle finger across his lips.
"Let me." She said lovingly then she gave him a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. He didn't do another thing while he watched her undress in front of him.
Minerva moved toward her husband completely nude and started to unbutton the front of his robes and then helped him peel out of his sweaty clothes. He had a habit of dueling until he was either physically or magically exhausted when he was going through emotional problems.
Minerva locked gazes with her husband as she led him into the shower. The warm water felt heavenly on her sore muscle so she knew Albus must have been feeling something close to bliss. As the warm water woke him from his earlier despair for the first time since he came back she was sure he knew exactly where he was.
He didn't say a word but the way he looked into her eyes she knew she was helping.
As gently and as lovingly as she could she started to wash him, her eyes almost never leaving his. She paid special attention to places she knew were bound to be sore and tried to massage the knots out of his shoulders and neck. She took her time and didn't rush; so that she was done they had already been in the shower for almost forty minutes.
When she was done with him, without a word he took the sponge and carefully almost meticulously started to wash her. He was washing her shoulder blades when he finally spoke.
"What did I wrong?" he asked softly stopping the gentle stroking with the sponge. "I tried everything to be a good father." He said the last part in such a lost voice that Minerva's eyes watered for him.
She turned towards him and wrapped her arms around his trim waist. He was taller than her so she rested he head against his firm shoulder. He returned the gesture automatically and looped his arms around her thin shoulders. Seeking the comfort that only they knew how to give one another.
"You are a great father Albus, never doubt that." She said and gave him a kiss on his shoulder blade to try and prove her point.
Albus was quiet for a moment and stood unmoving. "He said he hated me. That hurt me more than anything. It still hurts, it won't go away."
Minerva was silent as she struggled to find the right words. "All of your children love, Nathan especially. I think he was just so hurt to find out that you are only human and that you can make mistakes."
"I need to talk with him." Albus stated a few minutes later. "I want him to understand why I did the things that I did. He deserves the truth."
"I think he's sleeping, love, why don't you wait till morning." Minerva said tilting her head so that she could look into her husband's eyes.
"He is, sleeping, I mean. I looked in on him before I came to you." His eyes flashed angrily for a split second and a frown appeared on his face. "His cheek is bruised."
Minerva closed her eyes and swallowed her sorrow. "I made a mistake. I let my anger get the best of me." She said and she let a few tears fall in the running water. Albus tightened his hold on her shoulders. "That's the first time I ever hit one of my children." She said in a whispered voice.
Albus hugged her tightly as she sobbed into his chest, now regretting ever bringing the topic up.
"Albus" Minerva said in a choked voice. "I have to tell you something." Albus looked down into her eyes and nodded for her to continue. "I'm pregnant." She said in a voice so soft he thought he misunderstood her.
Albus swallowed his initial out bust of refusal to believe her admission and buried his head in her hair. "Minerva that's not supposed to be possible." He said as calmly as he could when all he wanted to do was scream and rage about how it wasn't fair.
"When have the rules ever applied to us." Was her answer.
Hesitantly he started to speak. "You know there are ways of termin-"
"If you finish that sentence Albus I will leave." Minerva said truly angry.
Albus shut up knowing she didn't just mean leave the room. If there was one thing closer to Minerva's heart than him it was her children. The idea to her of giving up one of them was as about the same as putting a blade through her heart and twisting it round and round.
"I just don't want to lose you. You're my heart and soul walking around outside my body. You're my everything. And I almost lost you once when Nathan was born. I don't ever want to take that chance. I refuse to live without you." He said passionately his eyes never leaving her own.
"It's a risk we'll have to take." Minerva said putting a hand on his cheek to comfort him.
Albus's face twisted. "I can't risk you, Minerva, you know I can't." he said with repressed emotion lacing his voice.
There was no answer that she could give that would be both truthful and what he wanted to hear, they both knew it. So instead of trying to make him agree with her on something she knew he would never agree on, she kissed him. It was a slow and sensual kiss, one that spoke volumes of their feelings for each other. To Albus it felt like a kiss good bye. As soon as he thought that a tear fell down his cheek because he knew there was a good chance that it very well was.
The last time Minerva had given birth there had been severe complications added to the fact that she was allergic to the key ingredient to all blood replenishing potions. Whenever Albus thought of Nathans birth the first thing that came to his mind was the massive amounts of blood that he'd seen pouring from his wife. Then came the feelings of helplessness and sorrow so strong he could drown in them.
When they'd been told there wasn't a remote chance of them conceiving again Albus had been somewhat relieved. He'd give anything to never have to see his Minerva lying so pale and broken on that hospital bed.
He was broken out of his ravine when Minerva ended the kiss. He opened his eyes slowly and stared at her trying to convince himself that she would always be there with him, that there was no possible thing on this earth that could take her from him. It didn't work. Instead it only made his eyes water again.
Minerva saw the conflict in his eyes and she honestly didn't know how to help him. Her mind was set. She waved her hand and the shower turned off. With care that rivaled their earlier washing they dried each other. Never saying a word.
Albus raised his hand to summon so pajamas for them but Minerva stopped him by grabbing his hand and gently guiding him to the bed they had shared for over fifty years.
"I want to spend tonight with my husband." She said as she lay back on top of the comforter. Albus hesitated for a second before leaning forward and placing a kiss on her forehead, then another on each of her eyes, her lips, and a trail down the left side of her neck. Stopping to suckle the spot on her collar bone he knew drove her crazy.
Her hands which had been snaking there way around his back clenched and her nails scrapped against his skin. Minerva moaned lightly at the feeling only to stop short when his mouth stopped its wonderful assault and went back to placing a light trail of butterfly kisses around her neck.
Without warning his lips found her already hard nipple. He teased it with a few soft bites before suckling like he had her collar bone. Minerva moaned fully this time and she arched her back in pleasure and her hand grabbed a fistful of her husband's hair.
As Albus's mouth continued to suckle and nibble on his wife's assets his right hand started to float on her navel. Tracing and intricate design that would dip lower and lower with each revolution. Minerva started to squirm beneath him and he could hear her heavy breathing.
Knowing what she wanted, he lightly grazed his finger over her wet folds. The sound of her whimper made him want to stop his seduction of her and pound into her right then, but he held his resolve and switched his mouth to her other neglected breast.
With his fingers he slowly traced up and down on the insides of her thighs. He could feel the grip in his hair tighten as his wife rolled her hips searching for the attention that she so longed for.
"Please Albus." Minerva whispered wantonly. "I need you"
Albus had planned on dragging out his seduction of her for quite a while but just hearing her sounding so needing almost made him come right there.
He stopped his assault on her breasts and positioned himself right at her center. They lock gazes and Albus entered her slick inch by slick inch deliberately taking his time. Albus took pride in knowing that only he had every made his wife feel the way she did now. That he was the only one to have ever seen her eyes clouded with pure pleasure or that he was the only one who had ever heard her scream his name.
He stopped when he was full sheathed and leaned down to kiss his wife gently on the lips. "I love you Minerva." He whispered in her ear as he started to move out of her just as slowly as he had entered.
"MMM I love you… too" Minerva said breathily.
Albus tried not to focus on how badly he just wanted to fuck his wife senseless; instead he focused on showing her how much he cared without words.
He set a deliciously slow rhythm. Fast enough to keep Minerva in a state of pure satisfaction but slow enough to prologue climax for a time. He worked like a machine that never tired. Slide in, slide out, slide in, and slide out.
He enjoyed watching the look of ecstasy every time he would enter her at the right angle and hit her spot. Every time he would she would scream out his name and scrape her nails along his back.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity Albus could no longer hold back on his primal desires. He pulled out quickly and slammed back into his wife's hot entrance. She screamed out again and tightened her legs around his back. He pulled out again only to pound back into her.
They worked out a fast rhythm that quickly had both of them climaxing with one another's names on their lips. Albus pulled out of Minerva and collapsed next to her covered in sweat and bodily fluids. There were no signs that they had taken showers earlier.
"I love you." he said his breathing still heavy as he snuggled up next to her completely spent.
Minerva curled up next to him and laid her head on his damp shoulder. "I love you to." She whispered.
Albus was just about to fall into a welcome darkness when Minerva spoke again. "Thank you for the best sex I've had all year."
Albus chuckled lightly. "If that's the case I've been slacking off. I'll have to make it up to you."
"I look forward to it." Minerva said through a yawn.
A/N
Hello. Sorry for the long wait my labtop broke and I just got a new one for Christmas. Windows Vista is amazing if anyones was wondering, completely worth it.
About Nathan a lot will be explained next chapter, it will go more indepth than this one did. You'll get explainations of a lot of things.
And finally, I wanted to add more AD/MM but I'm not sure how I did on the sex scene, but theirs a plus side to this if you review, thats right review me, you could tell me how I did. lol. Anyway please tell me if I royally fucked it up or if I'm in the clear, this was my first so as always I'd appreciate tips or advice on anything I'm not doing correctly.
Peace and Happy Holidays, Alisha.