Don't believe in predictions

[Dream's Girl]

Summary: sequel to You are my Queen. Between present and past, discover the life before and after Albus's death ADMM SSOC

Chapter 1

Minerva almost ran to the hospital wing. There were Nymphadora, Remus, Bill, Ron, Hermione and Harry Potter.

- Molly and Arthur will be here in about two minutes - she said. - What happened, Harry? According to Hagrid you were with Professor Dumbledore when... when it happened. And he said that Professor Snape was involved as once... – she was hardly constraining internal tremor. If Fawkes sang, they necessary had to prepare for the worst.

- Snape killed Dumbledore.

There was a moment of silence and she stared at him, then, frightening everyone she swayed. And madam Pomfrey, apparently, had to cope with her and rushed to her, drew out of the air a chair and pushed it under McGonagall.

- Snape - repeated McGonagall. Everything else she said was already purely automatic. Her heart stopped beating like if it would not break with the next blow. Hagrid did not tell her. He did do it. The phoenix sang, not treating someone as grieving... Albus...

It suddenly seemed that the essence of her parts: body and mind were in the hospital wing; but her soul... her soul... there were no words to convey what she felt during those first few minutes after the last hope had died... I’d have been easier if she also had died, but Albus had asked her to stay. She had made the pledge that she would live after...

It lasted all day long. Her mind controlled her actions, to collect all the will in a fist: she did the right thing that had to be done. She talked with the deans, with the Minister and her forces had left her for a minute, but then again, she took herself to the hands and continued to serve as everything had to be done... Hogwarts Express, dinner, cooking for funerals... oh Gods! You never know your true capacity before reaching your limits...

And then, late at night when she finally was left alone, the soul returned, and the new headmistress of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall, joined in her new cabinet. Directly opposite to the entrance hang a portrait of her husband. Her forces left and Minerva fell on the carpet and burst into tears.

She always knew that Albus would leave before her. Eventually, she married a man considerably older than she was. Such an outcome was inevitable, but... after all, there was a huge difference between dying quietly in his bed, even holding her hands, or dying by his own pupil’s fault, almost his «right hand».

She knew that this would be; she was preparing herself for this. She knew that she wouldn’t see him alive anymore, this morning when he kissed her goodbye when she promised to live, after... she knew, but this became even more painful...

After half an hour in the room, her daughter entered carrying the Phoenix in her hand. She silently helped her mother to get up, then sat on the sofa by the window and gave her hot chocolate. Having recently ceased crying, Minerva cried again. She looked at the face of her daughter and Dumbledore’s features painful cut on the heart. The piercing blue eyes, exactly like her father’s, looked knowingly as if the daughter was trying to give her all the love which she has only had it a little rest. Minerva smiled through her tears, her daughter smiled in response such a familiar Albus’s smile that Professor McGonagall again was unable to restrain herself.

- Thanks, that gave me at least half an hour, - she whispered through her tears.

- They are all there with his body, Mom - at the word «body» Minerva shivered. This morning, the one who was now a «body» hugged her in the very same sofa, said he loved her, asked her to smile because her smile was so beautiful... And now ...
When her daughter entered the room where the body laid, all who sited there looked at them, sat for a couple of minutes and, in turn, embraced them. Her brother-in-law Aberforth Dumbledore and her daughter sat with her still half an hour, then left, giving her the opportunity to bid farewell without witnesses. Minerva and Albus all the life preferred to express their feelings to each other, without witnesses.

She looked at the serene face of Albus. At heart she also became easier, the tears almost dried. She gently took his hand and intertwined their fingers. He loved to sit by the fireplace at night, embraced and binding fingers... every time, as in the first toy when she spit, abandoning the Lemon drops. Every time, he obviously won, and she ate it from his hands…how much they ate it for forty years of life... « Thirty-Nine», - she corrected herself mentally. - «The next year, it would have been forty ...»

With her free hand she gently held his silver hair. She remembered them when they were red when he was still saddle... With her magic wand, she cut off the lock and put it in her pocket. Already, she had not plait his hair and beard in braids, pleasantry noticing that he had hair longer than she had ...

She gently held her hand to his forehead, his cheeks, then by the long broken nose, the mouths. There were tears on her eyes. She had bent down and began to cover his face with kisses and tears... She knew that he would not open a single eye, but... Love had a great strength, as he liked to said ...

She bent down her face in his chest where the heart was; a knocking she would never hear again...
So why was it that way? What's the scene of the tragedy? He died, and her love was living... and would live until now if she just did not close her eyes and if her glorious smile does not erase all the concerns of years life without him...

TBC

[minnie313]

this is very well written and yet... sooooooooo saaaaaaaaaaad... I felt like crying....

Hope you update very very soon...

[Dream's Girl]

Chapter 2

1960

- She moves I can feel it! - Albus stood by his knees, leaning his ear to her stomach.

- Honey, I would say, she kicks it... Oh! Again... – Minerva was happily smiling.

The pregnancy had made her look even more beautiful, and, strangely enough, calm.

Professors and students invariably whispered and smiled knowingly, looking at her, but she had been totally indifferent to it. She smiled in response to such a view that she knows a far more interesting secret. Her professionalism and rigor with the students was not affected by the pregnancy; only becoming a cat for a certain amount of time had to be discontinued. Well, and yet she had begun eating all the time. There were still some minor problems, which no woman can avoid, but Minerva took them for granted.

Sometimes, she even used her condition to exploit her beloved husband a little. She sent him to the continent for all kinds of delicacies, to the library for a book, in the middle of the night for an ice cream and took his pillow to put on her feet. Dumbledore, however, liked it. He performed all of her whimsy and immediately overwhelmed her with flowers; he very seriously told stories to her stomach about trolls and fifty times a day reported that he loved her. Never in life had they both be so happy.

At the eighth month, Minerva finally surrendered to the persuasions of Madame Pomfrey and ceased teaching. It was very hard to stand in the classroom, and her stomach distracted students too much from transfiguration. But she found a decent work - sending Albus to teach transfiguration, she was now Headmaster of Hogwarts. Professors were surprised - with a thirst for action, she would soon transform every possible thing at Hogwarts and start to change the world. Albus just smiled blessed. His wife looked so cute when covered securities on the sofa by the window, constantly something chewed and smiled, trying to concentrate, and then slowly approached his chair and watched as he checked the work of the pupils. «Pregnant harmful nervous!» - commented on the masterpieces of Madame Pomfrey: but when Minerva heard someone other than the Director!

The labour began when she usually sat on the handle of his chair during the inspection of works. Immediately Madame Pomfrey had decided that the hospital wing was too far and had taken Minerva in there bedroom. Dumbledore bustled around them: very pale but smiling. He sat with her all the time, until she gave birth. Poppy attempted to expel him, but he was in such an emotional mood that he would have fallen into a faint, if not able to see that his wife's all right.

The girl was born about four am. She cried when the window faced the sun. When she gave her to her mother, she immediately calmed down and opened her eyes.

She had piercing blue as her paternal. The parents happily smiled and looked at each other. So much in love that was so terribly upset that it was touching idyll imprudent word, gesture: even Madame Pomfrey and Professor Sprout immediately gathered to leave. After listening to the flow of thanks and looks at the girl, they left. All the attention of Albus and Minerva once again appealed to their daughter. She was, of course, red-haired, like all babies, but the eyes, as she had not even learned how to focus, have been stunningly beautiful. Like a clean-clean blue sea, mingled with the moonlight ... the sun rose over the lake and described the room.

- Let's call her as something to be reduced to sun - Albus gently embraced his spouse. Minerva was really very tired, but before she close her eyes and fall asleep on his shoulder, she whispered:

- Do you like the name «Alexandra»? Sandra, Sun...

- I like everything that you say. You can propose to call her Godric Gryffindor or Cornelius Fudge, I will not argue with you.

- And Merlin, didn’t you mention? - She smiled wearily. The baby on her hands, she closed her eyes to meet with sleep. Dumbledore then took his daughter for the first time on his hands and put her in the cot, facing directly at one's bed.

- Well, if you feel like... - he saw that his wife slept. - Well, well, we'll call her Alexandra. Alexandra Dumbledore... it sounds good. Sleep, love, - he gently kissed Minerva's forehead - and you, too, my second love - he tickled the baby whiskers in a kiss. She opened her eyes in surprise and looked around. Then, as if it noticed their eyes met.

- Alexandra Dumbledore - he murmured, - well, welcome to the world, my baby ...

[Dream's Girl]

So..here it is

Chapter 3

Perhaps the teachers of Hogwarts had never been so proud of Minerva McGonagall. In the first days after the death of Dumbledore, when the whole wizard-world was in panic because of the shock, she was flawless. She wasn’t in hysteria, not crying all day long, not complaining and not doing grandstanding arranged demonstrations of her own suffering.

Automatically becoming headmistress of Hogwarts, she was still immaculately maintaining the school, meeting with representatives of the Ministry, receiving sympathy from all around the world. In short, it was clear that Dumbledore had chosen the ideal successor. She dropped like a mask the old strict teacher, as if out of the shadow of her husband, and was much stronger and wiser than might have been expected from her.

She kept a very modest way and behove with dignity without burdening anyone their grief. Only the deep mourning indicated that she grieved. A more attentive observer could, of course, have noticed her hair was old and that under her eyes were deep shadows, as if she had not slept for a few nights. Yes, sometimes during a call, she looked at the other person as if had seen someone else where he was.

On the day of her husband's death, after discussions with deans, she had to speak with the Minister of Magic. Rufus Scrimgeour has begun to ask for a report on what happened to Dumbledore did not even take the time to express condolences to the widow. Although she knew that he saw her not only as a new school director, but also as Mrs. Dumbledore.

The older generation of British wizards, for the most part, knew about their marriage. Minerva and Albus never advertised, but in a country where every first - your pupil; so it did not go unnoticed.

Over forty years, their marriage has become a fact existing «default». They do not attract attention on their relationship and wear different names: the people kept restrained. Only young people did not know about it. Their parents just had no reason to report it to them. Unnoticed by most, it lied at a very visible place.

- Okay, but where was he before, and did it in this case implicate Potter? - Listening to the story of Minerva, Scrimgeour did not intend to leave her alone.

He behaved in the office of the master in a way that would have hurt Minerva if she were not that experienced on what force is, except a sense of loss.

But remaining in the office, Professor Flitwick and Sprout measured his baleful look when he sat on a chair at the table, and did not even wait until the lady sat down.
- I do not know. He did not tell me - all the time she told her story, Minerva sat based hip on the table. She was not prepared to sit in HIS chair.
- Who? Potter or Dumbledore?!

- Neither. Albus said the boy did not speak, and he did not say. Neither to me nor to you…

- Well we still could try out - Minister smiled. - Why didn’t the headmaster tell it to you?

- How do I know! He did what felt necessary.

- But he also knew where he went! He should have said anything to say you, you are his wife!

- Maybe it is because I am his wife that he didn’t say it, and he knew where he is waas going - she said it with big pain in her voice.

- Well, we still talk on the subject - he put on his hat and went out. Even closing the door, he said:

- My condolences!

Minerva dropped wearily into the chair where he had just sat. Professor Sprout extended her a cup of coffee; Flitwick sympathetically stroked her shoulder, holding the cake.

She looked at the paper, which he did not have time yesterday to remove from the table: written with his favourite ink which he always forgot to close.

Minerva usually covered it every evening, going into the bedroom, but yesterday he caught away her top, not allowing even to finish the case. He arranged her farewell night, but she understood it only in the morning. More specifically, wanted to understand...

Suddenly she turned to the professors and smiled, then said:

- You know why Scrimgeour behave so roughly with me? During our first year, I refused to go out with him!


What do you think??

[minnie313]

Scrimgeour is a real f*****... I mean, he has not the right to act with her so so roughly!!! What kind of Minister has no manners at all!! And, really, I'm glad she had the taste to refuse to go outwith him!!!

Anyway (I try to gat serious, now lol), I find it very good... keep updating!!!

minniexxx

[Dream's Girl]

Yeah, i think so too!!
Thank you so much for review!

[Dream's Girl]

Here we go!

Chapter 4

1960

Three days after the birth of their daughter, on Saturday, Albus and Minerva celebrated there anniversary in the house of his brother - there was more space than in their own house.

His brother lived there from time to time and he visited there with Minerva during the summer, so the house did not look neglected, but rather a bit of unclear. It was a big house near the famous cathedral.

Modest, but very cosy, it kept the atmosphere of their honeymoon when Minerva in the attack of business cleaned it up to shine and gave it everywhere plaids. Dumbledore passed around the room: on the table of the living room Minerva had forgotten a book. She had been looking for it for a month! In the bedroom, lemon drops were lying on the bed-side tables.

Dumbledore took one, examined all sides of it and put it in his mouth.

- A bit dry, but there can be - he said to himself, and entered the next room.

After half an hour later, Minerva was there with their daughter. Before departing, he had left them in Hogwarts to sleep a bit more, but without his heat under her side, she had woken up shortly. Installing the baby in their bedroom, Minerva had joined in the universal confusion, but soon was tired and went to sleep again.

Dumbledore made a big effort to continue working and not staying in the room all holidays long they had... erm... had so fun time.

The guests came at six. In addition to teachers from Hogwarts, profits Pernella and Nicolas Flamel, Alastor, Aberforth Dumbledore and an old friend of Minerva, Augusta Longbottom, without her husband, who sat with there son (It was immediately clear who the owner of the house).

Inspired by the small Sandra, the guests went to the living room. Once there was a conversation at the table, weeping Sandra asked for her own dinner and Minerva smiling to her husband left. When she returned, fun was in full swing. A fast jazz was heard, and Albus with Mrs. Flamel tried to make a tango.

Their miracles tightrope-walking, occasionally falling into a rhythm, led the guests into a state of near-hysteria on both sides. All except those stopped dancing; the dancers themselves rejoiced no less than spectators, Minerva quietly sliding on cheek with the tears of their laughter. The last chord of these distinguished members of the magic community was bending in half with laughter.

In the final step Albus fell to the feet of Mrs. Flamel, and in the audience, applause exploded.

- Albus, I will be jealous - Minerva couldn’t stop laughing. The others were not better.

- My love, do you want to retry? - He immediately jumped to his feet and went to his wife.

- That would be too easy! Mr. Flamel, do you want to dance?

By twelve of the night, they were all so tired of the crazy fun that they went home after ten minutes, leaving the owner with a master slow dance.

- By the way, beside a daughter, I have prepared for you a couple more gifts - Minerva whispered in the ear of her husband.

- You bought a fifty-percent stake «sweet kingdom»?

- Fifteen... How did you guess? - She stared at him in surprise and almost resentful - not such a surprise success.

Albus picked up on her hands and carried into the bedroom:

- I said the first thing that came to mind! I joked!

Minerva continued to sulk.

- What do you want me to do! Shall I make a plea for redemption?

- I want to... ahem... I want you to get to your bed-side tables and get another gift. Now you do not get ahead of me! This is ink! Instead of that I broke the day before yesterday...