Authors Note: Sorry for the long wait. I lost my muse for a while.

Previously:

Suddenly Molly connected the dots.

Her first instinct was to follow them, for both her daughter and Minerva. No mother should have gone through what Minerva did. Losing your own child who didn't even know she was her child to begin with. Oh, she had never asked Minerva to confirm her suspicion but she had caught the look once when Minerva had talked about the bushy haired witch.

Though there was one occasion, where she faced the wrath of an angry mother. An angry mother whose name was Minerva McGonagall…

It had been years and years ago during the tri-wizard cup. That Rita Skeeter woman had published some vile things about Hermione. And she, well she had been foolish enough to believe them.

Dutifully she had not said much, but she did treat Hermione horrible. The egg for one, then ignoring her followed by giving her the most horrendous tasks while the others were free to enjoy a nice sunny day. Hermione the sweet girl she was, "no Molly is, not was!".

The sweet girl Hermione was and is, just followed it but one night she had had enough.

Coincidently Minerva had heard it all. The way she had admonished and treated Hermione unfairly.

If looks could have killed Molly Weasley would have been ten feet under then. It wasn't what Minerva did or said it was what she didn't do. They had been friends of sorts, both having a mutual interest in Harry's safety and caring for the boy as if it was their own son was what bonded the two. It had connected them in a special way. However, that day she lost Minerva's friendship. Oh over the years they were decent with each other, sure enough, but never close again. And now Molly understood why.

Hermione was Minerva's daughter.

When Molly treated her horrible, Minerva was unable to do anything as she was only supposed to be a teacher. The withdrawal of their friendship was the only way Minerva could have retorted.

"Merlin, it must have been so hard for her to stand by and watch."

Molly silently wept for the both of them.

Hermione for never knowing her real family and Minerva for having to stand by all these years watching her little daughter flourish and to grow up to be a wonderful witch yet never being able to tell her how proud she exactly was.

More tears came to her eyes as she recalled Harry and Ron telling them in an order meeting what happened to Hermione at Malfoy's manor. Molly recalled seeing the relief in Minerva's eyes, everyone there knew that Bellatrix could have tortured Hermione worse. Much worse. And then when finally the war was supposed to be over and the wizard world being rid of Voldemort once and for all Minerva had a chance to tell her. But that chance had been taken away from her by none other than that lunatic Bellatrix.

It was a strange day.

The victory over Riddle was bitter sweet. They were mourning the loss of friends and shared a common relief, finding support with another after the heavy battle and the shared burden.

Molly still felt guilty.

She was the one who had stopped Ginny from going over to Hermione. But who could blame her? She was a mother. Molly was just too happy to let her go for one second after she had come so close to being killed by that witch!

She noticed Arthur looking at her questioningly.

"He is such a sweetheart"

Molly just gave a slight smile to let him know everything was alright. After all these years she still loved him just as much as when she had met him for the first time. First love, is truly precious.

Molly couldn't help but think when she first realized that her daughter wasn't in love with the 'boy who lived' but the female member of the golden trio. That sure was a surprise, not an unwelcome one but still one heck of a surprise. The look on Ginny's face when she told them, her little girl had noticed the way she treated Hermione too and boy did that famous redheaded temper get the best of her.

She got quite the verbal lashing from her daughter.

It was only a slip of the tongue that betrayed Ginny's feelings. The moment she had said that it was unacceptable to treat her crush like that Ginny lost all the color in her face. Yet, before her daughter had a chance to run she had grabbed a hold of her and hugged her. Telling her that she couldn't have made a better choice to crush on.

For a while they had just sat there in the kitchen, all the while Molly just held her daughter. After what seemed like decades Ginny had calmed down enough and joked about Molly's lightning fast grabbing skills. And here she thought she had gotten her quidditch skills from her father, then she realized how clumpy he was and they both laughed.

From there Ginny had opened up. Telling her all about her crush, wishing she had the courage to ask her out.

A hand on her shoulder, jumped her back to the present. The hand had belonged to Arthur. He smiled and nodded, knowing who was on her thoughts.

"Alright you lot, I want this living room clean enough to eat from the floor within the hour! If not done then you all get to de-gnome the garden for the rest of your lives!" Molly yelled to her kids.

United they all swallowed and worked faster than ever before. No-one wanted to be on Molly's 'I-get-to-torture-my-kids-by-using-gnomes list'

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Minerva finally arrived at Hogwarts.

Despite that apperating took less than a second, it had seemed like ages. She appeared right in front of Poppy, gave her Bellatrix her body while telling her too keep her safe before running off to her office.

Poppy looked like she had just seen Voldemort himself doing a happy dance while singing about unicorns and rainbows. Still, she followed Minerva's wishes and placed Bellatrix on one of the hospital beds. Preparing to run a few diagnostics.

Minerva was nearly half way across Hogwarts, having transformed in her tabby cat form she was way faster than normal. She quickly headed up into her office, grabbed a few pictures and ran back downstairs. She was now on her way to her wife, she needed her flying skills.

When she found her wife she didn't even stop. Instead she just called her and motioned for her to follow. Rolanda did so without questioning. They headed straight towards the quidditch pitch.

*Accio Brooms*

Authors Note: Do leave a review. Also it's a draw, so still not sure if Bellatrix will live. I know I know even I don't know and its driving me insane :P Please review!