Let Me Introduce You~An Interactive Story

[ismaco]

Another great chapter!! Thanks!

hogwartsduo said:

“...I’m curious to know the color of your undies. Bright pink with hearts, purple with dazzling stars, blue with silver moons or perhaps my favorite…flesh colored with the most amazing…”

Thank you for using the girlish boxers I'm still smiling because of those lines. *Dirty Min!*

For me, it's B. Yay! Baby talk!!!!
Love,
Isabel

[JKMcGonagall]

You had to end it there. Agggghhhh!!!! Update soon.

Another great chapter ladies. I really don't know how you do it, but by all means keep doing it.

BBBBB for me, this time.

Kay

[Kandice]

I think I'll go with B. I have babies on my mind.

[Happy Reader]

I'm pretty sure what the next chapter will be. ;D 'B' for baby and 'B' for me too please! Well done!

[BlazeFourPaws]

B for me please.

[Kayjay]

Well, I'm way too late again as I have not had time to read the last chapter until now. RL sucks.
Anyway, great chapter and I too can't wait to read about the effects of that potion...
Just to voice my opinion: I would have chosen B as well.

Hugs,
Kayjay

[Hogwarts Duo]

A/N: Sorry to have kept you waiting for this chapter. Our bosses seem to think we’re actually at work to do work…haha…silly people. Anyway, we had 17 votes for B and one dissenter for A this week. We can’t tell you how much we appreciate your continued support and participation with this story. It’s with your help and direction that this story is progressing!

We’d like to say a special “thanks” to the following people for their additions:
BlazeFourPaws: "Don't you dare say you know exactly what I am going through until you carry this child."
Ismaco: "If it looks like a duck, and walks like a duck, it ain't *whatever you want to put in here*"
Tanja: “I don’t regret a single thought.”

Also, one last item of business before we give you the story. There are still a few of you that haven’t sent us an item or an object to add to the story. If you’re not interested in sending us a contribution, that’s fine…but if you are please get them to us as soon as possible. These are the people still left on our list: Zilah, Zoeteproet, Truly A Mused, TabbyMin, Mininerva, Ginger Newts, and Amandahleigh.

Now we proudly give you:

Shared Memories

Albus looked at Minerva as she tilted back the contents of her phial, doing the same with his own. The liquid slid down his throat, the sweetness a lovely surprise to the tart, foul taste that usually accompanied most potions. His body reacted instantly to the invasion and spikes of tingling raced up his spine and along his nerve endings. His perception of the world around him slowed and Albus raised his wand in an attempt to finish the incantation before his senses were completely overwhelmed.

His limbs responded sluggishly but his wand reacted as if it knew the movements on its own. The words tumbled from his lips easily, making the hour he had spent practicing it, making sure every nuance was correct, worthwhile. As the last sound was spoken, Albus felt a pull at his consciousness and he suddenly found himself being thrown forward, until his mind joined with Minerva’s mind with such force as to leave him reeling.

It took him several moments to collect himself. Even being an experienced legilimens, Albus was surprised by the force of emotion that was washing over him as scenes from Minerva’s life flashed across his mind.

A small dark haired girl was playing with a kitten in the back yard. As they chased each other in circles among the flowers, peals of laughter floated across the air. Finally, the girl collapsed in a heap on the ground and the kitten jumped in her lap, rubbing its head against the hand whose fingers were scratching behind its ears.

A deep voice called out her name and Albus’ eyes were soon redirected to a large man with dark hair, Minerva’s father. The little girl jumped up and rushed toward him, the kitten close on her heels. Harold picked her up and swung her around in circles as she squealed in delight.

A feminine voice filled with love broke through letting them both know that lunch was ready. Athena stood by the door and ran a hand through her daughter’s hair as she sped by, a reminder to wash up before eating falling from her lips.

Albus nearly laughed with the happiness and excitement that swept over him as he viewed the scene. The force of his personality was saturated with Minerva’s own and although he could sense that scenes from his own life were playing out as well, the majority of his focus lay on what was being bared to him of his love’s life.

Minerva was standing in Ollivander’s shop, her hand wrapped around a length of wood. Her eyes were shining as she made a sweeping motion with it. Nothing happened and the joy was erased from her eyes, her shoulder’s drooping. The wand was placed back in its box and added to the pile that had accumulated.

“Hmmm, perhaps…yes. Do not worry, we shall find your wand.”

Ollivander returned shortly carrying another box, emerald green in color. He pulled out a sturdy looking wand and Albus recognized it as the one Minerva carried to this day. The young girl reached out and took it between her fingers. Before she had even lifted it into the air, a light shot from the tip and engulfed her.

Albus watched her face, as it glowed both from without and within. Her eyes sparkled with tears and a satisfied smile played about her lips. “My own wand,” she whispered as she put it reverently back in its box.

As Minerva’s elation for her wand started to fade, another scene took over, more emotions that were not his own pulsed within him. The admiration for his lioness built with every memory he watched. Her happiness was his own, her sadness caused an ache deep in his heart, her accomplishments made him honored by her choice to be his.

It wasn’t long before he was overwhelmed with a feeling of pure love from her heart. He knew, before the scene started, that this intense emotion was directed solely at him and he found himself humbled by the knowledge. His own emotions started to rise to the surface as Minerva’s apartment came into view.

Her dark hair fanned out around her, Minerva lay curled on the bed in her apartment, one hand wrapped around the chain on her neck and the other curled around a stuffed lioness who was currently purring contentedly in her arms. Albus recognized it as the same animal he had left for her after their first night together. Minerva’s eyes were closed in slumber, a teasing smile upon her lips. She was obviously dreaming of something lovely.

“Albus...”

Her word was a whisper and Albus found himself sinking deeper into her memories. Suddenly he found himself on a beach, Minerva in his arms. They were wrapped around each other, their movements unmistakable. His emotions started to spiral out of control as her want of him and his own lust shot into him full force.

His thoughts became mixed with her memories and his world started to fade. He could feel them beginning to break apart and growled out his aggravation, as her cries of frustration mirrored his own. Just before his mind returned to his body, one image flashed before him – Minerva, her hair flowing around her glowing body, turning into a sleek tabby. The tabby stretched and leapt toward him, its mouth opening. A roar issued forth from the cat’s mouth as it turned into a tawny coated lioness.

Minerva’s moment of potion induced lethargy was shattered by the images and emotions that threatened to drown her as Albus’ mind joined her own. Flashes from his life shined bright before fading and being replaced by another. None were more than a snippet, almost a photograph. And the emotions that came with each one rained down upon her before washing away just as quickly.

Albus had given her some guidance as to what to expect but she found that she was not nearly as prepared as she thought she had been. With every fiber of her being, Minerva worked on concentrating on just one of the images, attempting to draw it into a full scene. Perhaps then his memories would become more organized and slow to a point where she could handle it. She started with an image that was familiar to her, the moment he first saw her.

Albus stood outside the door to Minerva’s apartment and she watched as he smoothed down his robes. Stephen stood beside him, smiling as if he was a cat who had just been given a saucer of cream.

“If it looks like a duck, and it walks like a duck, then it ain’t a swan.”

Albus’ eyes shown with surprise at Stephen’s comment and he looked ready to argue with him but Stephen held up a hand.

“All I am saying is that Mrs. Bestingale wouldn’t say much about her or her friend other than they were both brilliant in transfiguration and workaholics to boot. If they were attractive, they would get out more. I have a feeling I will owe you for going on this little escapade with me.”

Just as he finished his statement the door opened and both of them looked shocked as Minerva came into view. Albus’ emotions of the moment went from blatant irritation to awe and appreciation. Minerva found she was pleased that he had been pleasantly surprised by what he saw, even as her instincts to jinx Stephen for his careless comments thrummed in her veins. She noticed with no small amount of pleasure that her memory self looked irritated as Stephen came into her line of sight.

The memory faded and Minerva felt Albus’ emotions drain from her, the loss causing a pang in her heart. However, she didn’t have long to wait before a new scene began.

A small boy with bright red hair was running through a large house, the floors a dark wood and the walls covered in portraits. He made it to the stairs with a whoop of laughter and practically fell over himself as he rushed down them. As a tall, thin man came into view, the little boy slowed down and began to walk properly.

“May I see him now father?”

The older gentleman looked up and his bright blue eyes shone with pride. “You may. Remember your mother is tired so you will not be able to stay long.”

The man and boy walked side by side down the hall, turning to the right and following a maze of corridors until they stopped in front of a large ornate door. The older gentleman, Albus’ father, pushed it open. The boy rushed inside in a blur of red until he stood beside a grand poster bed and a small crib. A tiny face peered out over a soft blue blanket, the baby’s eyes closed in slumber.

“My brother is very well behaved.”

The boy reached out and touched the fuzz that was his brother’s hair. “I shall watch over you always.”

A soft sigh had Minerva looking up to find a tired witch watching her sons’ first interaction. She was exquisitely beautiful with dark red hair and large green eyes. “I am glad to hear that you will watch over Aberforth. He will need a big strong brother like you to be his role model.”

Albus leaned up and kissed his mother on her cheek, his eyes still glued to the family’s newest addition. The love in his heart was evident in his eyes and in the emotions pulsing within her.

As the scene faded, Minerva felt she had developed a greater understanding of the two brothers and their close bond. The obvious love Albus held for his younger brother was so strong and pure. She wondered if she would feel the way about her own sibling when he or she was born. Another memory started and Minerva’s thoughts were consumed by the scene before her.

Minerva stood in the entrance of a large dining room and watched as a young Albus held out his arm for a pretty and petite red head. She smiled demurely at him and he started to escort her from the room. It appeared as if dinner had just ended and Minerva was pleased to see the Flamel’s were in attendance.

“Albus why don’t you show Miss Brighton to the Green room? Nicholas and I will join you shortly.”

The memory blinked oddly and suddenly Minerva saw Pernelle standing at the head of the table talking in a hushed voice to Nicholas.

“I don’t like it. She is obviously after his money or the prestige that comes with the Dumbledore name. Did you hear what she said about not wanting a family? Why she referred to children as pests! Albus loves children and has always wanted a family of his own and yet he can’t see past her beauty. If I didn’t know better, I would say she cast some sort of spell on him. Oh Nicholas, what will we do?”

Minerva watched a flustered Pernelle wring her hands with worry, along with a shocked looking Albus who was standing just outside the door. He backed up slowly as Nicholas made his reply.

“All we can do is support him in his decisions. He is still young Pernelle and the young are often easily infatuated. He will come around but if he does not, we will do what is in our hearts, love him and be there for him no matter what.”

Minerva was overcome with a wave of shocked sadness as the scene faded. She felt horrible for Albus who obviously had feelings for the witch. On the other hand, she applauded Pernelle for sharing her thoughts aloud. The jealousy she had felt at the beginning of the scene faded as a new picture came into view.

Albus stood beside a large dragon, a container which was slowly filling with blood held in his hands. Minerva looked around and found they were in a clearing surrounded by towering trees, the wind was blowing strongly causing the branches to sway wildly. Half a dozen men in full dragon hide gear stood around the perimeter talking amongst themselves. Only one man stood beside Albus and was engaged in an animated conversation with him.

“I still don’t know what you hope to accomplish by collecting all these samples.”

Albus laughed as he corked the full container. “All magical creatures have unique properties. And I believe there is more to dragons than we have previously encountered. Take unicorn’s blood, it will sustain life, albeit at a high price. And Phoenix tears will cure illness and prevent death. I believe dragon’s blood will have similar characteristics and intend to find out what they are.”

“What will make you different from the dozens of others who have tried before you? You know I believe in you Albus but I think this will end up as a waste of your time and your talent.”

“Trust me, my friend. I know I am right, I just need to prove it.” Albus smiled up at the wizard with the scruffy beard before bending back to his work.

“Well I am always willing to help, although you might never convince me that they have any redeeming qualities beside their hides and hearts.”

The older wizard spoke affectionately as he patted the dragon on the side. Albus just shook his head and laughed as he placed the precious liquid in a pouch at his waist. He stood and grasped the other wizard’s hand between his own.

“Your help is always…”

It happened so fast that Minerva felt herself jump in surprise and fear. The dragon had awoken at some point, unnoticed and swiped his tail, taking out two of the men who had wandered too close. A roar of pure rage filled the air as the dragon extended its wings.

Albus and his friend ducked and tried to roll out of the way. Albus made it to safety but his friend was thrown and landed with a thud against one of the far trees. When he hit the ground, he made no movement. Minerva was tense with Albus’ concern and momentary fear. She watched as the dragon turned its head and breathed fire at the perimeter, causing several men to scream in pain.

As Albus’ feelings emptied from her body, Minerva found she was still shaking with emotion. This by far had been the hardest scene to watch. She longed to know what happened to the old wizard but was reluctant to return to the overwhelming feelings from moments before. Her breathing started to ease and she watched as another scene unfolded, one she recognized and fell into gratefully.

She was wrapped in Albus’ arms on the beach. An untouched gift lay nearby as all her thoughts were on the sensations Albus was creating within her. Except Minerva wasn’t watching as she had in the other scenes, she was actually feeling his arms around her, his warm, soft lips pressing against her own.

“Albus…” His name fell from her lips as her longing for more of him built. She needed to feel him inside her. The events she had witnessed, the waves of emotions which had been thrown at her, made her long for a familiar place where she could escape.

Just as she felt their emotions join, bringing her to the brink of losing control, she felt him start to pull away. Minerva groaned in displeasure but was unable to keep him with her as everything started to fade.

[Hogwarts Duo]

Time ceased to become important in Minerva’s conscious mind. Instead, she drifted along a river of images as if she hadn’t a care in the world. Some of Albus, some of her childhood, some even from Albus’ life before her. These were the images she held on to in the darkness of her mind as she glided easily between the present and her memories. But through it all, there was one constant, one thing that gave her peace and unwavering confidence in herself and the potion…Albus. If he was with her, she was safe and the darkness would turn to light soon enough.

It only seemed like a matter of seconds when Minerva felt a warm, soothing hand stroking her hair and occasionally brushing against her cheek or forehead, just as her mother had done when she was sick as a child. She could hear the soft tones of what seemed like several people talking nearby in hushed voices but even as she struggled to open her eyes, her mind and body seemed to resist. It was then that somewhere in the back of her mind, Minerva began to remember the recent events. As if she had unlocked some hidden door, her mind flooded with a deep concern and a pang of guilt which seemed to grow stronger when she saw an image of Albus in a memory from a short while ago. An odd sensation, like the sun peeking around a cloud, floated across her and she could sense Albus somewhere in the room.

“I think she’s waking,” he blurted out without any warning. Albus had abruptly halted his conversation with Harold and Nicholas when he sensed a sudden change in Minerva’s condition and he crossed the room in several long strides. Athena, who had been sitting by her daughter’s bedside looked towards Albus as if to question his statement and to point out that there had been no change at all. But, before she could rebuff his declaration, Minerva stirred slightly and her eyes began to flutter open.

“Al-bus,” Minerva moaned in a faint whisper.

“I’m here sweetheart and you’re alright,” he whispered close to her ear. His voice held an edge to it that Minerva easily associated with the feelings she had encountered before opening her eyes. She tried to grant him a smile, albeit a weak one, so that he wouldn’t worry so much. “Your parents are here as well, along with Nicholas and Pernelle. Just take your time and I’ll be here when you are ready to wake fully.” Minerva nodded her head as she felt Albus’ hand grip hers, his fingers locking with her much smaller ones, and then his soft lips as they brushed against the back of them. As she drifted back to sleep, Albus leaned up and kissed each of her eyelids and then her forehead before resting his head on her shoulder, offering up a silent word of thanks to any and every god which happened to be listening.

For the impatient gathering in the hospital wing, the touching scene was a relief, especially for Minerva’s parents. Since Fawkes’ entrance into their home with a hurriedly scribbled note from Nicholas, Athena had been a bundle of nervous energy and mood swings. One moment she would sit quietly by Minerva’s side, speaking in hushed tones to her daughter and at other times voicing her strong opinions about the seriousness of what could have happened to all who would listen.

Nightfall was descending upon the castle and Armando Dippet has seen to it that Albus’ guests had rooms for as long as they needed and reluctantly Athena had agreed to retire for a bit. Pernelle, Harold, and Nicholas had gone to keep her company, leaving Albus alone by Minerva’s side, still waiting for her to open those sparkling green eyes and tell him exactly how she was feeling.

“I’m quite alright, Albus,” she spoke in answer to his silent thought. “I’m tired though.” Minerva’s eyes were open and alert, her face flushed slightly but to Albus she had never looked more beautiful.

“My lioness,” he whispered before kissing her softly on the lips, “I was beginning to think you would sleep all day and all night.” Minerva started to move around, shifting her weight so she could sit up properly when Albus climbed in the bed beside her, letting her rest comfortably in the security of his arms. “Tell me, are you truly alright? You gave me quite a fright.”

“I know.” She smiled when she saw the look on his face, his eyes widening at her statement. “You felt it too, didn’t you? I knew you were worried but then you knew I was going to be fine. That’s why you told me to go back to sleep earlier, isn’t it?” Minerva reached up and cradled his cheek in her hand, her thumb stroking his skin tenderly.

“I looked into your face and somehow I instinctively realized that you were merely tired. Apparently the overwhelming power of my thoughts combined with some of the emotions evoked with the memories was just too much for you. I never considered that the magical powers of one could affect the other so intensely.”

“I must say, though, that you certainly had some interesting memories for me to see,” she giggled. “I particularly liked the ones where we were together or you were thinking of me.” Albus’ face reddened as he recalled a similar set of thoughts from Minerva’s mind.

“We can discuss all of those at length another day. Right now, I think I need to let your parents know you’re awake. Athena’s been worried about you and Harold has been hovering over her like a hawk.”

“He’s probably overly concerned about her because of the baby. Mom said that when she was carrying me, he treated her like a delicate piece of china, ready to break at any minute.”

“Seems he’s falling back into a familiar pattern then because they actually sparred once today. I must say, I can see you get your fierce spirit from your mother,” he chuckled. “I think the phrase she used was something along the lines of … don't you dare say you know exactly what I am going through until you carry this child. It wasn’t long after that incident that you stirred for the first time and the tension seemed to ease for all of us.”

“I’m sorry I gave everyone such a scare. I was so tired, though. That experience really pushed me to my limits.” Minerva settled deeper into Albus’ arms as she tried unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn.

“I’m going to step over here while the mediwitch checks you over once more and then I’m taking you to my rooms for a proper sleep. We can discuss all of this tomorrow, after your parents and the Flamel’s have had a chance to pester you in the fresh light of day.”

“You know Albus, I don’t regret a single thought. Everything you saw was straight from my heart and I love you.”

“Nor do I my love. You saw my memories untainted and felt my love unbridled. There is no one I love more than you.” Immediately, Albus’ felt a tug at his heart at having to be separated from Minerva so soon after her waking but in order to get her released from the hospital, it was necessary. “I’ll send a house elf to tell everyone that you’re awake and resting comfortably in my chambers and that they can see you tomorrow at breakfast.”

“Sounds like a good idea.” A burst of love and pride filled her heart as she watched him watching her. “But, Albus…” his eyebrows raised in a silent question, “tell them not to expect us up at the break of dawn. I’d like to spend a little quiet time with you before they invade us,” she winked. Albus returned her wink and took care of things while the healer inspected Minerva once more from head to toe.

It was well past nine when Minerva finally stirred from her long slumber, safely nestled in Albus’ arms and her head resting on his bare chest. The faintest whisper of his cologne clinging to his skin or the bedsheets tickled her senses as she slowly drew a long, deep breath into her lungs. “Mmmm, good morning,” she practically purred as she stretched in a feline sort of way.

“Yes it is a good morning…or what’s left of it. It’s nearly lunchtime,” he teased, “and your mother has already sent a house elf with a note inquiring about our breakfast plans. Seems she’s rather insistent upon seeing you for herself. Either that or she and your little unborn sibling are starving to death downstairs.”

A pair of smooth lips grazed across Albus’ chest as Minerva’s arm tightened around his waist. Her leg, which was draped comfortably across his, began to move across his seductively. “Don’t we have time to even celebrate our accomplishment properly?” she pouted as she worried his nipple to a hardened peak.

“Not if you want me to live to see our wedding day, my love.” He placed a finger beneath her chin and forced her to look up at him before he captured her lips in a passionate and unhurried kiss. “Besides, if we take the time now to assure your parents, Pernelle and even Nicholas about your health and well-being, we might be able to sneak away for a much longer celebration later.” The way his eyebrows wiggled and his eyes danced with a familiar fire caused her body to tingle in all the right places. She could practically feel the desire for her radiating from his pores, which only served to arouse her more.

“Then perhaps you’d care to join me in the shower before breakfast. I could use someone to wash my back for me and if you do a good job, I just might return the favor.” Albus was not about to let her playfulness go to waste as he chased her into the bathroom as they both burst into uproarious laughter.

As Minerva finished dressing for the day, Albus went to the McGonagall’s and the Flamel’s rooms to invite them to breakfast. Before he could even finish his sentence, Athena was already up and out the door, followed closely by Harold. Before much time has elapsed, they were all seated around a large table in Albus’ rooms, sharing a sumptuous feast.

“Before everyone asks…I’m fine. I wasn’t injured or sick yesterday, merely tired. That took a lot out of both of us and since his powers are much stronger than mine, I’m afraid I was a bit overwhelmed.” Minerva gripped Albus’ hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “But, I’ve been checked by the mediwitch and Albus and they can both assure you that I’m in perfect health.”

A flurry of questions soon followed, ranging from the technical from Nicholas to the more personal from Pernelle and her mother about things she might have seen or felt. Minerva, in an attempt to preserve her most sacred thoughts and feelings for Albus, gave only enough information to quench their thirsts for answers.

“Enough talk about me! Let’s talk about my little brother or sister. How are things going with your pregnancy?” All eyes turned to Athena as she finished the remainder of her milk, only to have Harold fill her glass once more.

“If your father would stop trying to force feed me all the time and actually let me do a few things around the house, I’d be doing a lot better. He seems to think I am on my last leg or that the slightest activity will be the end of me.”

“That’s not true, Athena. You know I am only trying to help you. I can’t carry the child for us but I can make things as easy for you as possible.” Harold wasn’t normally a gruff man but his nerves had taken a beating over the last twenty-four hours and it was beginning to show.

“I know darling. Forgive me. We’ve all had a rough time of it lately and I honestly appreciate everything you’ve done.” Leaning over, Athena placed a quick kiss to Harold’s lips, causing the man to blush and cast his gaze towards the napkin folded neatly in his lap. “Minerva, your father has done the most amazing thing with the nursery. You and Albus have to come and see it soon. Nicholas and Pernelle have already agreed to drop by our home for a few days once we leave here.”

“That sounds like a wonderful idea. I’m sure we can make it over one weekend, Athena. After all, I would like to offer my assistance in any way possible to help get your home ready for the little one.” Albus’ blue eyes twinkled as he shoved a fresh strawberry into his mouth.

Minerva suddenly remembered one of the memories she had seen the day before and she felt the intense emotions surrounding the event. She could still hear Pernelle’s voice ringing in her ear as plainly as if the older woman were still speaking. A new kind of smile found its’ way to Minerva’s lips as she practically beamed with excitement. In her heart, she came to realize that one day she and Albus would get the opportunity to decorate their own nursery, create their own cradle, and in essence, create a new little life together.

“I know what you saw yesterday and it’s true. I do want to make babies with you, lots of them,” he whispered into her ear. His silky voice snapped Minerva from her thoughts as she leaned against him for a quick peck on the lips.

“What was that, Albus?” Nicholas teased. For a man his age, he still had exceptional hearing and while not eavesdropping, he had still heard every single word his friend had uttered.

“Nothing that would interest you, dear friend. I can promise you that.” A sly wink at the older man and the impish grin on Albus’ face left no room for further questioning.

“Maybe we should leave these two alone. Yesterday was very eventful, and I should know. I think I aged three years while watching over them and no doubt they have much to discuss.”

“But Nicholas…”

“No buts, Pernelle. You and Athena could dash into Hogsmeade and do some baby shopping while Harold and I play some chess or something around here. I think these two need some time without us…any of us!”

Albus and Minerva watched as two unhappy women were ushered from the rooms as they muttered under their breaths, though each secretly excited about a bit of shopping for the baby. Harold hugged his daughter tightly and once again thanked Albus for taking care of his little girl. Nicholas remained for a moment to give the two a piece of advice.

“If I were you two, I’d lock this door and charm it so that nobody can enter. Those two ladies won’t stay gone forever and no doubt they’ll want to show Minerva everything they bought and then some.” Laughter filled the room as the trio agreed on his prediction. “And if I were you, I’d take some time to discuss what you saw and ask any questions while they’re still fresh in your minds. There will be plenty of time for celebrating and documenting the results later, but for now, it’s important for both of you to understand exactly what you felt and witnessed, whatever that might have been.”

They each thanked Nicholas for his sound advice, Albus with a firm handshake and a hug and Minerva with a kiss to his cheek. As the door closed, a companionable silence reigned in the room as Albus wound his arms around Minerva and drew her to him.

“So, my dear…what memory would you like me to explain first?” Settling down on the purple settee in his living room, Albus pulled Minerva into his lap as his lips made contact with the side of her neck.

“Hmm, I saw so many things that it’s hard to pick a starting place. But I will say this…you made a handsome little boy…with your red hair and those blue eyes. Your mother was stunning and I now know where you inherited your red hair and you certainly have your father’s eyes.”

“Wonder what color hair and eyes our children will have?” he mused quietly. “I think I’d like them to have your long dark hair. It’s so soft and always shines.” His hand worked through her hair, letting the dark waves filter through his fingers as his words flowed through her mind. “I’d like a little girl, just like you, to dote upon. A little girl who would run to me at the sound of my voice…one whose blue eyes would twinkle with delight as I twirled her around in my arms.”

A single tear slid down Minerva’s cheek as she listened quietly to Albus’ waxing poetic about their future child. “And I’d like a little version of you, Albus. A strong red haired young man, ready to protect his sibling from any and all dangers in life. One who looks at his mother with love and adoration, even at his tender age. A little boy of my very own who will grow up to be loving, powerful, handsome, protective and just as much a little boy in his heart at the age of one hundred as he was at ten.”

The air crackled around the lovers as their lips brushed against each other. Once again, no words were needed, just the emotions thrumming through their veins. Tender touches, soft sighs and moans, warm breaths across newly revealed skin…all had a new meaning as they made love for the first time since joining their minds. Just when they thought they couldn’t possibly grow any closer, a rediscovered brand of magic intervened and showed them new levels of communication, love, and passion as the rest of the world melted away from all coherent thoughts.

Options for this week:

A) Albus and Minerva stop by Athena and Harold’s home to see the nursery and Albus decides to surprise them with unusual gift for the baby.

B) Minerva visits Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop for some supplies and runs into an old friend.

Voting will end on February 2, 2006.

[Herzele]

Another wonderful update ! I certainly hope this story goes on forever !!

As for the options : A for me ... Let's see what surprise Albus has in store ....

[Jessabelle]

I really loved this chapter. Nicholas was so supportive (for lack of a better word) and Pernelle and Athena are so protective of Albus and Minerva. I think that I will have to choose B again this week!
- Jess

[Trulyamused]

Wonderful. I have to go with A.

And a object, hmmm, how about a rune stone.

Keep up the great work, ladies.

Truly

[tanja]

brilliant update!!!
i think it´s A for me

[ginger newts]

This chapter was one of your best. I love it! The bit with the memories was so well done and I was nervous for both of them at the end. Loved the baby talk near the end of the chapter as well.

I think I'll vote A for next week. Baby presents are usually fun.

[BlazeFourPaws]

Want A. Love how my sentence was used.

[tayryn]

gee... it was fun being the only dissenter! LOL and even with that, this was a FABULOUS chapter!! i loved it!!

the sharing of their memories... was just... very well done. very powerful.

my choice this week... B!!

[LadyJolly]

Another wonderful chatper ladies! Well done!! I choose B for this week. Keep up the great work!

Lady Jolly

[mininerva]

A great chapter, as usual! I vote B for the next one. As for a sentence or an object...I'll think about it and let you know asap. I'm so excited about making a contribution to your fabulous story!!!

[Alesia]

This chapter was especially endearing.


I think I want A next time. I am interested in what Albus present might think is right for the new baby.

[Rikki]

Wonderful update, ladies. ;D But do you always have to give so difficult choices? But I guess I'll take [glow=red,2,300]A[/glow] this week.

[JKMcGonagall]

Oh my, ladies, another super, fantastic, wonderful update. I enjoyed all the memories that Albus and Minerva saw of each other. I especially loved the memory of Albus when he saw Aberforth for the first time. He was such a sweet little boy and so loving.

Now on to the most difficult thing...choosing a letter. I think I will choose...A...this time. I want to see what fantastic gift Albus can come up with for the new McGonagall baby.

Of course, it wouldn't hurt my feelings if you took both choices, combind them, and made an extra long chapter. Heh heh heh. I just can't get enough of this story. More, more, more.

Well, I will just have to wait and be patient.

Kay

[ismaco]

Thank you guys... that was another great chapter. I loved how you used my line, specially the look on their faces when a "swan" opened the door! That was really really nice. Thank you again!
The sharing of their memories, as tayryn says, was so powerful. I liked a lot the last paragraph... when you can see the results of their mixed minds.

This time, I'll choose B even if I'd love to see what kind of present Albus would give them!

Isabel

[TheGryffindorSeeker]

great chapter, i vote A keep it up

[Kandice]

I think I'd like to see option A. If Albus considers it unusual, it must be quite a gift.

[cant sign up]

*waves cheerleader pom poms* GIVE ME AN A! *puts pom poms down after realizing everone is staring...*

[maritelske]

This last chapter was absolutely gorgeous - I melted when Albus said he wanted to make lots of babies. How absolutely adorable!

For this week, I have to choose A. I definitely want to see what gift Albus comes up with for baby!

[QuillofMinerva]

A tough choice for me this week....can't decide really but I guess I need to make my mind up.

I will choose A, like the others, I would love to see what Albus comes up for the baby.

I loved this chapter especially the baby talk at the end

[Hogwarts Duo]

A/N: This week we had 12 A’s and 5 B’s and we are thrilled that you’re still participating in our story. We never know from week to week how to plan and it’s keeping us on our toes to get the updates to you in a timely manner. We appreciate your patience when real life gets in our way. ^_^

Our thanks go to Mininerva for asking to see some violin music added into the story. Again, if you haven’t had a chance to send us an object or a sentence, please feel free to email or PM us with your addition to the story. We will work them in as quickly as possible.

Of Things To Come

The room was dark except for the pale beams of moonlight streaming in through the large windows creating an intricate pattern across the stone floor and the plush rug near the empty fireplace. A soft summer breeze caused the sheer white curtains to flutter ever so slightly though not enough to distract either of them from their precious time together. The stillness of the night was always one of the most cherished times of day for them, no matter how hectic or stressful the hours had been leading up to these moments alone.

A soft sigh escaped Minerva’s lips as her emerald eyes met the blue ones looking back at her. Her slender finger brushed across his forehead and down his cheek tenderly, as if memorizing the feel of his skin against hers. His mouth curled into a warm smile before his soft lips wrapped greedily around her nipple, drawing it into the warmth. Despite his apparent need to get closer to her, he pulled on it gently as his hand skimmed across the top of her breast, giving her a slight shiver.

Minerva closed her eyes and held his head to her chest, giving him all she had to offer. Her strong hand rested easily on his back, supporting him at just the right angle for both of them to be at ease as her main focus was solely upon him. He was her main concern and the focus of the love radiating from her eyes. The head she cradled to her breast in the wee hours of morning made everything in her life worthwhile, made all the struggles worth doing over and over again without hesitation or question.

“I thought I heard our little man begging for his Mummy,” Albus managed to mumble through a rather large yawn as his feet shuffled near the rocking chair. His hand ran through Minerva’s long locks and settled on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze as he bent forward and kissed his son on the top of the head. The tiny lad had stopped eating and was content just to lie in his mother’s arms.

“And I thought your snoring would keep you from hearing anything,” she teased as her free arm wrapped around his waist, tugging him closer to them. “I’ll be back to bed in a few minutes. He’s just fallen asleep and I don’t want to wake him by putting him back in his cradle too soon.”

Albus looked down at his wife and son and shook his head. She gave him the same answer every night, just before he would gingerly take the lad from her and tuck him into bed. Some nights he thought she did this just so she could watch him hovering over their little bundle as he sang a quiet lullaby. And tonight was no exception. Minerva stood and admired the man who had helped her create this little life they both adored and she felt her heart swell with love and pride.

When he was certain the baby was settled and dreaming only the happiest of things, he turned his attentions back to Minerva. There was no mistaking the look in her eyes and he felt his body temperature start to rise just from her heated gaze. She turned to make her way back into their bedroom, her thin nightgown clinging to her curvaceous body in the most provocative way as she tiptoed out of the room. With one last glance over her shoulder and an inviting wink cast in his direction, Albus quickly and quietly followed her. It was his turn to be encased in Minerva’s welcoming arms.

Dropping her nightgown carelessly on the floor, she slipped between the cool sheets and waited for Albus to slide in behind her. When she heard his bare feet padding across the floor, her heart began to race wildly in anticipation. Since the birth of the baby, their time together had become sacred to them and they tried to make the most of every second. Her breath hitched in her throat as his fingertips skimmed across her hip and around her stomach as his lips made contact with her bare shoulder. Minerva started to roll over into his arms but his body pressed firmly against hers from behind, the evidence of his arousal nestled between them teasingly.

Minerva moaned softly when his hand began to travel up her body towards her aching breasts. His touch was light as he caressed the soft skin and the hardened nipples reverently. His dexterous hand massaged with just the right amount of pressure to create a fire deep within her, radiating from every part of her body and sending heated waves of pleasure straight to her core. Pressing back against him, she heard him moan near her ear when her hand slipped over his arm to grip his bottom, her nails digging into his taut cheek.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Minerva began to wake from her slumber. She had been having the most wonderful dream but Albus’ moan had invaded her mind, though not necessarily in an unwelcome way. She smiled when she felt his hand massaging her breast, just as he had done in her fantasy. Even the positions of their bodies and the warm breath on her neck and shoulders was exactly as she had imagined. She reasoned rather quickly that she had been dreaming of taking care of their son when Albus had started his playful attempt at a midnight romp, giving her subconscious thoughts the incentive to follow the desires of her body.

“Mmmm, that feels so good,” she purred as she rolled over in his arms. Her warm lips grazed his throat and her dainty hand began to run up and down his chest before she realized he was still deep in sleep. But her body was wide awake and every inch of her was crying out for his touch…his tender, loving, and oh so talented touch. Knowing he would never deny her anything, even in his sleep, Minerva smiled wickedly in the darkness as she plotted her next move.

Being a cat in her animagus form, Minerva understood the importance of keeping her nails well manicured in both forms. As she drew tight circles around Albus’ flattened nipple with her fingernail, she watched with fascination as it slowly rose to a peak thanks to her teasing. Not one to leave a job half done, she turned her attentions to the other nipple while her tongue continued to tease the first one.

Albus shifted in her embrace, mumbling something about her body in his sleep. Through the thin sheet covering the lower half of their bodies, she could see his impressive form beginning to rise and her eyes darkened with desire and need. Slipping her hand further down his chest, she dragged her nails along his skin, with just enough contact against his body to cause a change in his breathing patterns. His once deep breaths had turned shallow, almost ragged, by the time she reached the top of his groin.

Minerva was careful as she moved out of his arms and shifted her body so that she could fully appreciate his erection in the moonlight. Pulling back the sheet slowly, she lowered her mouth to the tip of his manhood and blew a warm breath over it, causing him to emit a deep moan. Wrapping her warm hand around him, she slowly stroked him up and down, letting the tips of her fingers graze the head occasionally. She was just about to lower her mouth to taste him when he reached out and brushed her hair away from her shoulder.

“You are real,” he moaned.

“Ssssh, now that you’re awake, I have no reason to stop.” Before he could answer, she had taken him into her mouth, her tongue bathing the tip of his erection with skill and a devotion to make him beg for more. Her hand continued to work up and down his shaft, varying her speed and pressure as she took as much of him into her mouth as possible. Her tongue and teeth taunted him as he arched into her touch, silently begging for more. His knuckles turned ghostly white as he gripped the sheets on either side of the large bed as he struggled to remain in control of his body.

With an audible pop, Minerva released his head and gave him a devilish smile as she climbed between his legs. Still struggling to catch his breath after having nearly toppled into ecstasy so quickly, he had no time to ask questions before he gasped again. Her soft breasts felt heavenly against his aching body as she kissed and nibbled her way up towards his mouth, wanting desperately to feel his entire body against hers.

His hands roamed freely over her smooth back and down to her bottom, cupping her cheeks and giving them a sensual massage. Each wiggle of her lower body caused a delicious friction against his manhood, creating the most erotic sounds to spill from his mouth as he huskily repeated her name paired with several well-known deities. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could restrain himself from forcing her back among the pillows and ravishing her body, not stopping until he was satisfied she was fully spent. However, he never got the chance to make his first move.

Minerva was fully aware of his heightened state and she took great pleasure in seeing that he stayed on the brink of sheer abandonment for so long. She could see by the look in his eyes exactly what he was thinking, almost as if she could read his mind. Realizing she had the upper hand, she slid back down his body and positioned him at her entrance, easing him into her at such a leisurely pace that they both nearly lost the willpower to take things slowly.

Using her hands on his chest to steady herself, Minerva began to rock back and forth against him, rolling her hips to create new angles, and pushing herself up and down, making sure to employ all her talents as his lover. In turn, Albus wasted no time in caressing her body, paying special attention to the spots he knew would bring her the most pleasure. But it was this thumb rubbing tirelessly against the center of her desire that drove her over the edge, forcing her to take him with her.

Names were moaned loudly as their bodies moved in unison though the bliss of release and sheer pleasure. The more Minerva begged and pleaded for him never to stop, the more dedicated Albus became to making sure she never wanted him to stop. And the harder Albus pumped into her body, the more incentive she gave him for trying harder with the next thrust. With a loud cry from both of them, Minerva felt the warmth of Albus’ release deep within her as she bathed him with her own expression of love and satisfaction.

Collapsing against his chest, Minerva giggled with happiness as his hands traced up her sides, hitting her ticklish spots and causing her to squirm. She leaned up and kissed him hard on the lips, slipping her tongue inside his mouth to deepen the passionate embrace. When she broke apart to catch her breath, she rested her head against shoulder while her hand lightly traced up and down his arm and shoulder.

“That was amazing!” Albus was still working to regain control of his body as the last waves crashed inside him. “I don’t know what I did to deserve that but I hope I do it again…and soon.”

Minerva gave a deep laugh as her mind raced back to the way it had all started. “I was having a wonderful dream about taking care of our child and then you entered the room. I started to seduce you in my dreams and then I woke up once I realized your hand in my dream was doing the exact same thing to my body outside of my dream.”

“In your dream…were you nursing our child…a son? I came in and placed him in his cradle, followed you into the bedroom? I was dreaming of you lying naked beneath a sheet and I slipped in behind you, caressing your body…”

Minerva raised her head so she could look deep into his blue eyes. “Albus…the dreams…they were the same! At first I thought you were teasing me in my sleep and my mind was incorporating that into my dreams. But we were actually sharing a dream.”

“And what a dream to share, wouldn’t you say?” he teased. She playfully slapped his chest then dropped a kiss to his lips. “If that’s one of the side effects of taking that potion, I regret not having tried it sooner.”

“Mmm, I would have to agree there my lion.” Minerva rolled off his body and snuggled into his side. “Shall we drift back to sleep to see what else awaits us before morning or are you not tired yet?”

A laugh rumbled through his body as he tightened his hold on her, his hand drifting across her hip and inside her thighs. “While I’m not opposed to sharing my dream self with you in any way, I’d much rather stay awake and see what arises,” he winked. “Just give me a few minutes to dream up another fantasy and I’ll be more than happy to share it with you,” he whispered against her neck while his nimble fingers inched higher and higher towards her center.

It was several hours later when the two exhausted lovers fell back to sleep. The sun was just beginning to peek over the mountains in the distance when Albus waved his hand to draw the curtains tightly across the windows. While they had promised to visit her parents on this particular Saturday, it was fortunate that they had not committed themselves to a time. They could catch a few hours of sleep, grab a quick bite of lunch and then floo to her parents house just in time for dinner.

After a much needed nap followed by a leisurely hot shower for two, Albus and Minerva managed to get dressed and floo to her parents home. The Flamels were also visiting and before long the women had separated from the men, choosing to discuss baby things instead of quidditch teams, transfiguration theories, or anything other than babies.

“Mum, how have you been feeling lately? Any more morning sickness?”

“No. Fortunately that was short lived and I’ve been doing just fine. Your father makes it a point to see that I’m eating properly and he won’t let me lift a finger to do much around here. I had to practically hex him so I could do a few things here in the nursery.”

Pernelle smirked under her breath. “Yes, he mentioned to Nicholas that he was living dangerously of late. But keep in mind that he only has your best interests at heart and if anything happened to you or that baby, it would tear him apart.”

“I know and I’m trying, really I am. I know that I have to be more careful this time around. I’m not a young lass anymore and Merlin knows I had my share of problems with Minerva. I don’t plan on risking the health of this baby any more than I did with my little girl.” Athena hugged Minerva and kissed her cheek. “No matter what you say or do, you will always be my little girl.”

“Little girl? Yes I suppose I will always be your little girl but I’m all grown up now and it won’t be long before I start a family of my own.” Minerva’s mind raced back to her shared dream with Albus and the conversations they had about futures and families.

“Does this mean that we can expect a wedding in the very near future and a tiny Dumbledore bundle to follow soon afterwards?” Pernelle was never one to beat around the bush when something was on her mind. She knew better than any of them how much Albus wanted to raise a family with the right woman and now that he had found her, she could see nothing standing in their way. “Forgive an old woman for prying but are you expecting too, Minerva?”

“Good heavens no!” The shock on Minerva’s face and the following blush that crept into her cheeks told Pernelle much more than her words. “But you wouldn’t be against the idea either, would you? It’s alright. You’re engaged and you two will make wonderful parents when you’re ready.”

“We want to have children of our own. We’ve talked about that and about our wedding. But we’re being careful too. We take the necessary precautions to see that we aren’t surprised before we’re ready for a surprise.” Minerva stopped and shook her head. “I never thought I’d be sharing these types of details with my mother and the woman who is like a mother in law to me. Albus would kill me if he knew I was telling you all this!”

“Codswallop! Don’t be fooled Minerva. Men talk about these sorts of things too, just not in the same fashion that we do. Oh they would like us to believe that all they talk about are sports and theories but they share secrets too. I have no doubts in my mind that Albus is getting a good dose of questioning while trying his best to give vague answers in front of your father.” Pernelle’s comments had the women in fits of laughter and they each offered up probing questions that Albus might be facing.

“What’s all the laughter up here, ladies?” Harold’s voice boomed in the doorway startling the women from their gaiety.

“Yes, wouldn’t be talking about us men, now would you?” Nicholas winked as he locked eyes with his wife of too many decades to count.

“I hope we’re not interrupting,” Albus offered. Everyone’s head snapped around to look at Albus after his remark. The men gave him a questioning look while the women tried hard not to break into fits of laughter once more. “What? I was being sincere. When two or more women are gathered together, one must always be mindful that their conversations might not necessarily be for just anyone to hear.”

Minerva walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him lightly on the lips. “You are the most wonderful man in the world. That is what I was telling them. And can you believe that mother insisted that my father was indeed the holder of that title, only to be rebuffed by Pernelle? Well, I had to put them in their place and explain to them exactly why you were the best in the world.”

Albus found it hard to swallow as he struggled to speak. “And what great accomplishments did you tell them about this time, my dear?”

“Oh just little odds and ends about how you spoil me and take such great care of me. Stories of how you send me flowers and little gifts to remind me of you. How you give the best massages in the world and cook the best meals. Those sorts of things,” she finished with a wink and a subtle pat on the bottom.

“I see.” He cast his wary eyes around enough to know he would be ridiculed later when he was once again alone with the men but the looks from Athena and Pernelle told him that once again Minerva had made him look like a true god descended from the palace of Zeus. “Well I hate to break up this lively discussion but I brought a present for my little brother or sister in law to be. I thought this might be as good a time as any to give it to you.”

Athena, Harold, Nicholas and Pernelle all eagerly awaited the presentation of Albus’ gift. Having known him for much longer than the others, the Flamels silently wondered whether it was to be something exotic or utterly practical. With Albus one could never tell in which direction his mind was working when it came to presents for others. However, they knew enough to know that whatever he had chosen had come from the heart and these days, his heart was filled to capacity for love of this family and the woman who was rumored to put the sun to shame…at least according to his tales of Minerva.

Albus pulled a wrapped package out of his pocket and enlarged it before handing it to Athena. All eyes watched as she pulled the edge of the purple ribbon, causing the bow to untie. The brightly colored stripped paper was torn open in a flourish and Albus had a pleased smile on his face as he watched his soon to be Mother-in-law’s face light up.

Watching her mother intently, Minerva gasped as she saw the paper fall away to reveal an ornately carved mahogany wood box. She had asked Albus what he had planned on giving her parents when he first made mention of the mysterious gift but he had declined to tell her. She had dropped the subject figuring it was some wild stuffed animal or an article of clothing that would more than likely never see the light of day. She never guessed that it would be something so splendid.

“Albus, this is beautiful,” Athena whispered, her hand reverently caressing the exterior.

Minerva moved closer and was enthralled with the detail of each magical creature that was carved into the lustrous wood. They were encased in a forest with leaves that swayed in an invisible breeze. A small stream which was situated across the center of the lid had ripples skim across its surface as a unicorn bowed down its head to take a drink.

“Thank you so much!” Athena reached over and kissed Albus on his cheek before enveloping him in a big hug. “Harold isn’t it lovely?”

Harold smiled fondly at his wife and went to shake hands with Albus. “I am sure our newest little one will be very fond of it.”

Albus’ eyes twinkled merrily as he shook his head. “I believe you need to open it to get the full effect of the gift.”

Athena’s eyes widened along with everyone else’s in the room. “There is more?”

Slowly, she lifted the lid and a bright light shone from inside causing everyone to cover their eyes for a moment. When they looked back, a scene began to play within the box. Only Minerva and Athena could view it from their vantage point. It showed a tired Athena, whose eyes were shining with unshed tears, holding a sleeping baby in her arms. Minerva looked up at Albus, her gaze filled with questions.

“It stores the parent’s hopes and dreams and plays them whenever you open the lid to look inside. When the baby is born, they will be replaced and show all the moments you hold most dear.”

Athena sniffed as her hand came up to wipe at her eyes. Harold made his way over to his wife to see what she had watched in the glowing box.

“Albus, I don’t know what to say. It is…perfect. Never could I have ever imagined…thank you so much.”

Athena gave Albus another hug while Minerva smiled at him brightly, her eyes shining with happiness at the lovely gift he had given her parents. As Harold came over, he pulled Albus to him as he reached out his hand and gave him a strong hug.

“A man couldn’t ask for a better son-in-law. Your gift will be treasured.”

Once the words were out of his mouth, everyone crowded around the box to see what other scenes might play for them to behold. However, Minerva pulled Albus aside as the others in the room were distracted with the intricate box.

“You know I love you.” Minerva pulled Albus to her and brushed her lips softly against his.

“And I love you,” Albus whispered back. His hands ran up her arms as their feelings seemed to pass between them effortlessly.

“You found the perfect gift. Thank you.”

Albus smiled at his lioness and cupped her cheek in his hand. “Yes, and I look forward to the day when we will be able to have one of our own.”

Minerva’s eyes shined with love and longing as she leaned into him, unaware that all eyes had turned to watch them.

[Hogwarts Duo]

Minerva settled onto the soft cushion in the meditation room after she had charmed some soft violin music to play a melody to accompany her mood. Her thoughts kept straying to the Saturday past when she had spent the day with Albus and the Flamels at her parents. The gift Albus had given her mother and father had kept all of them occupied for the rest of the evening and had turned Minerva’s thoughts to children of their own.

But as much as she would like to daydream for the rest of the day, she needed to concentrate her efforts on reaching her second animagus form. She thought back to her conversations with Albus about their own experiences with the potion.

“I know what your second animagus form will be.”

Minerva looked into his eyes. She felt a ripple pass through her body, her stomach suddenly filled with butterflies. When he didn’t speak further she quickly prompted him to give up his secret.

“And are you going to tell me?” she replied.

“It is in the same family as your tabby cat, just larger.”

“Larger.” Minerva wrinkled her brown as she tried to decipher his hint.

“Yes, my lioness, much larger,” Albus stated, his voice filled with laughter.

Suddenly understanding flooded through Minerva and she looked up in surprise. “Surely not!”

“Why would you doubt it?”

“But a lioness…how do you know?”

Albus smiled at her and took her hand. “Minerva I had a vision while I was still in your mind. You changed from yourself to a tabby and then to a lioness. With your beauty, power and protectiveness, how could you ever doubt it?”

Minerva had tried several times since to reach that form but had never been successful. She knew it was because she was still so surprised and, she had to admit, disbelieving of what Albus had seen. She knew he wouldn’t mislead her but her as a lioness, a real one, was so hard to fathom.

Clearing her mind, Minerva reached inside herself to find that part of her that would confirm that she could become a lioness. She thought over her life and actions, letting her mind wander from scene to scene, much as had happened when Albus had joined with her. When she was confident that she had a grasp on her inner self, she concentrated on transforming.

A spark of magic shot through her body and she felt her transformation take place. The sound of footsteps approaching caused her ears to perk up. The door leading to the meditation room opened and Albus appeared in the doorway. Her heart sank.

“Still no luck,” his voice reflecting the disappointment she felt.

Minerva returned to her form and had to hold back the tears which threatened to spill from her eyes. “No, I suppose not.”

Albus quickly gathered her in his arms. “It will come in time Minerva. You have only been trying for less than a week, remember how long it took for your first transformation as a tabby.”

“Of course I remember Albus but for some reason I thought it would be easier this time around.”

Minerva buried her head in his chest and breathed in the scent of him. His hands drew small circles on her back as he waited for her gather herself. He knew Minerva would accomplish her goal, she just needed a surge of confidence. And with a sudden inspiration he decided he knew just what they needed to do.

Options for next week are:

A) Albus and Minerva attempt to leave on the outing Albus has planned when each has an unexpected guest who in turn is invited to tag along. There's never a dull moment when Xiomara Hooch and Aberforth Dumbledore go along for the day.

B) While on the surprise outing that Albus has planned, our happy couple is confronted with a plea for help from a rather outspoken magical creature. After offering their assistance, they find their decision is met with unexpected results.

Voting for this chapter will end on February 16th.

[Clayre]

Ahhhh they share the same dreams! Hope they do have a little boy of their own at some point

Great chapter ladies. Bless Albus and his ideas. Love him.

There is only one choice for me for next time and that is B,B,B,B,B,B......B please

[ginger newts]

Awww, the dream! *melts* It was so adorable and I love that they shared it. Of course, what came after that was wonderful as well. You do write the best lemons. Everything about this chapter was so sweet, especially the gift for Minerva's parents.

Tough choice for next week, but I think I'll also have to choose B. Unexpected results are always fun with the two of you behind them.