A./N.: Hi guys! Thank you so much for your support. Here is chapter 2. I hope you enjoy it and you won't hate Albus too much. By the way there's a picture for this story in my profil. Check it out. Please leave your reviews.

The silence lasted several moments and then ...

"Finally, the last piece in the puzzle. I KNEW IT!"

Nobody had seen Hermione that eager out of a classroom. She was jumping up and down and had a maniac grin on her face. Ron slipped away from her and muttered something that sounded like:

"Finally. She has gone over the edge."

Hermione glared at him viciously and only the presence of nearly the entire staff body prevented her from jinxing him. Ron cringed away from her.

"Really, Mione, sometimes you're worse than a Basilisk. But come on, what did you know?"

"I knew Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore are married and that Professor Dumbledore was always closer to Harry than just the headmaster."

Harry stared up at his friend and couldn't believe his ears. Minerva McGonagall his godmother? Impossible! Unbelievable! But a memory pushed its way to the surface of his thoughts. Professor McGonagall's neat handwriting on a card attached to a broom. She had bought him his beloved Nimbus 2000.

Suddenly all the small things he had noticed about Minerva McGonagall fell into place. She was his godmother so she must have been close to his parents. Lupin and Sirius had only mentioned that she had been their teacher. Why hadn't they told him? Why had McGonagall never told him? A thousand questions popped into his head.

All of a sudden Harry couldn't breathe anymore. The Great Hall was too loud, packed with too many people. He had to get out of there.

Nearly knocking the bench over, he jumped up and ran out of the Great Hall. He was blinded by tears. How could he ever forgive Minerva McGonagall? Because of her neglect he had to spend 10 miserable years with the Dursleys! Had she no obligations to take him in? And Dumbledore, the man he had trusted most, was just a fake, too. He was married to McGonagall and never mentioned his wife's connection to Harry's parents.

Harry was angrier than ever before. Even when he had thought Sirius had killed his parents and was after him.

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Professor Dumbledore had followed his wife at a more dignified pace. He couldn't help but remember the fight they had had all those years ago when he brought Harry to his aunt and uncle.

Minerva saw Harry in Hagrid's arms and couldn't hold back anymore.

"Albus, please, let me keep Harry. He is like a grandson to me. I'll take good care of him. Please, Albus, I beg you!"

But Albus, with his plan for the future in mind, remained deaf to his wife's pleas. Hagrid stared from one to the other, clearly frightened. He had never heard Minerva McGonagall beg for anything.

"No, Minerva. We can't take him in. The death-eaters will be looking for Voldemort and Harry ..."

"They don't know he was out to kill him!"

"They will hear about it!"

"Albus, please, I won't let anything happen to him!"

"You can't protect him from everything. I can't lose you, Minerva."

"You will lose me when you leave Harry with these horrible muggles!"

"I thought you had no prejudices against muggles ..."

"I have against these particular muggles. They won't be kind to him. Petunia hated Lily. She despised her for her magic. You are a fool if you believe Petunia will take kindly to Harry."

"Minerva, ENOUGH! Harry will stay here. It's for his best and ours. Now stop wasting my time."

"Wasting your time?"

Minerva seemed deflated and incredibly sad.

"Oh, don't worry. I won't ever waste your time again."

With that she turned on her heels and apparated. Albus sighed deeply and placed Harry on the Dursleys' front porch. He would take care of his wife later. But right now Harry was more important. He was, after all, the future of the Wizarding World.

When he returned to Hogwarts at last, he met a distraught Pomona sprout.

"What have you done to Minerva? She stormed up into your office and after an hour she came rushing back down and yelled that she was at Molly's. What happened, Albus?"

But Albus was unable to respond. Minerva must have found his plan for Harry. He had to talk to her now or, he was sure of it, he would lose his wife forever.

As soon as Albus reached the open ground leading to the iron gate, he began to run. No sooner than he left the Hogwarts' boundaries, did he apparate. Thus he arrived at The Borrow. Albus stormed through the kitchen door and ... Molly stood there cooking sausages and eggs. Little Ron clinging to his mother's skirts and the twins arguing over a toy broom. Bill, the eldest of the Weasley children, was sitting at the table and setting out plates and utensils. Molly turned round to face Albus. Her lips pressed together and her eyes narrowed.

"Bill, please take Ron and the twins to wash their hands. And tell Mina that lunch is ready", she said at last.

She watched her sons leave the room. Albus got the impression that she didn't know what to say to him. He stared at her. Now he remembered. Arthur had told him about his wife's latest pregnancy. As far as he remembered she must be due in a couple of weeks.

"Molly, do you want me to help you?"

"I don't think you came all the way from Hogwarts just to help me get dinner ready. By the way, I recall you can't cook."

There was a half-smile on her lips. When she heard Minerva's voice outside telling the children to hurry up, she added hastily:

"You were going to tell her about your plans, weren't you?"

He had only time to shrug his shoulders to indicate he hadn't yet made up his mind before the door opened and the Weasleys stormed in with Minerva in tow. As soon as she saw him, she gave a hissing sound and turned around again. But Arthur grabbed her arm and held her back.

"Children, I think we will eat in the living room and listen to the wireless some more. Minerva, talk to him. Albus, I would be most grateful if the house is still standing when the two of you're done."

Then Arthur lifted his wand and table and chairs flew through the door into the living room. All six children filed out with Arthur bringing up the rear. Molly followed her family reluctantly. In the doorway she gave Minerva an encouraging smile and closed the door softly behind herself.

Minerva looked pointedly at the wall rather than him. Albus cleared his throat.

"Minerva, please come back with me. We can't let that separate us. Harry will be safe at his aunt's. Petunia isn't that bad."

It was a weak attempt at a joke but he saw a faint smile appear around her mouth. She quickly suppressed it though.

"When were you planning to tell me about your plans for Harry?" Her voice was harsh and unfriendly.

"I couldn't face increasing your worries. That's my only excuse."

"STOP! Just stop trying to protect me from everything! I was an Auror before we married, I saw death, I know that sometimes you have to make sacrifices for a greater good ... I ... I just thought you were indifferent to Harry and planned coldheartedly to have him murdered. If that is the case, I am truly sorry but I can't be married to you anymore. If that is the case, you are no longer the man I fell in love with."

She stood there in the Weasley's kitchen and trembled from head to toe. He knew her well enough to know that she had spoken the truth. Albus could not face a future without his beloved Minerva at his side. He had always leaned on her for support when making hard and sometimes cruel decisions.

"I love Harry the same way you do. It was not coldheartedly decided. God, I wish there is another solution but I calculated the worst possible outcome. There is a chance that Harry survives but it is small."

"That is enough for me. I will teach him everything I know about Magic. We will prepare him when he comes to Hogwarts ..."

"We? Do you mean ...?"

"Well, of course! Do you really think you can do it alone?" Her usual harsh demeanour was back and she had turned to him and gifted him with a radiant smile.

When they returned to the school they were eagerly awaited by the staff.

That had saved their marriage. But what was he to do now?