Deceiving Appearances

[asouldreams]

Chapter 1

Deceiving Appearances

The hour was late; and few lights were still lit as the young witch strode through the encampment towards the designated Auror’s tent. With a deep, steadying breath, she placed her hand upon the thick cloth and peeled the flap back…

“Hello?” She breathed out; wisps of steam fluttering from her breath into the cold night air as her face and body suddenly came into contact with a burst of warmth.

A witch in canary robes and three wizards, one in a brown cloak splattered with grey dirt and the other two in deep blue robes; her breath hitched as four sets of eyes immediately turned towards her. “Come in.” The witch nodded as the wizards broke apart from the desk. It was then she saw him. Her eyes quickly traveling over his body…and his face as he stepped around the other three. It had been just over a year since she had bid him farewell at her graduation, and she had yearned to see him before now – but the war did not go well. He had written a handful of times in response to her queries, but to see him now…standing before her, whole and other than his tired countenance, unharmed – her heart momentarily soared. His hair was slightly longer and there was handful of grey hairs springing forth along his temples, and he now sported a closely cropped goatee that was a startling contrast to his soft white skin and blue crystalline eyes. Then she remembered, who she was and why she was here and felt her expression only momentarily shift before falling steadfastly back into a noncommittal face.

“Thank you for joining us on such short notice, Ms. McGonagall.”

Albus raised his eyebrow, peering across the small expanse and piercing her with his eyes. “I am Albus Dumbledore, and you…” He strode across the space, hand outstretched.

Minerva cleared her throat, “Morgana, Sir.” She stated, allowing her thick Gaelic brogue to rumble through her words as she shook his hand. “Morgana McGonagall.”

“Thank you for coming.” Albus peered a moment longer into her rich green eyes, reminding him of a younger woman who bore the same surname. Shaking the thought as he turned, he nodded to the other two wizards. “This is John Gillian and Ian Rockthorp.”

Minerva nodded to both men, “Pleasure.”

Albus barely waited for the words to leave her lips before turning to the witch, “And Madame Elizabeth Hexlane.”

“Call me Lizzy, dear.” She said with a smile in her deep brown eyes. “You must be tired…”

Minerva shook her head, “Quite the contrary, the trip was not at all taxing.” She nodded toward the desk, “And I’d rather plan tomorrow’s excursion prior to settling in for the night.”

Lizzy fought a smile from emerging onto her round face at the nonsensical manner of the emerald clad witch. They debated for the better part of the hour on the mission the five of them were to take part in tomorrow, until finally the last detail was agreed upon and Minerva fought off a yawn as she stood. “I shall see each of you in the morning, goodnight.” Lizzy bid the wizards goodnight, following the witch out into the darkness…

“You are welcome to share my tent, unless you prefer your own.” Lizzy stated, trying to match her shorter stride to McGonagall’s longer one.

“That is most kind, Lizzy.” She paused, “But…”

“And I have some Earl Grey tea that I steeped in the sun today and needs just a hint of a warming spell.”

Minerva felt a warm smile coming across her face, “I do cherish the offer, but on the eve before a mission I tend to be fairly restless and not much for company.”

“Then join me for a spot of tea, and I shall help you set up your tent.”

Minerva finally consented, and the two women adjourned to the low, shabby looking dust brown colored tent propped up against an old elm tree. Upon stepping through, Minerva fought back the look of wonderment as she was transported into a deep burgundy colored living room with several doorways littering the room. She owned a wizarding tent, but in comparison…it’s splendor was nothing as grand as Lizzy’s. “Make yourself comfortable, dear.” She disappeared through a door on her right, and then popped her head back out of the doorway – “Kitchen through here, loo…” She tilted her head, indicating the door on the other side of the wall down the right side of the tent, “There, and there are two bedrooms.” With that, she was gone in whirl of robes.

Despite her curiosity, Minerva unclasped her traveling robe, hanging it up next to Lizzy’s yellow and a burnt brown one before making her way into the living room and sinking blissfully into a large overstuffed chair. Without much thought she leaned her head back, thankful for the moment of respite. The day had been long, and the travel to arrive here by this evening had been trying. She had been up for close to twenty-six hours taking a myriad of port keys and making several apparition jumps across Europe until she now was residing in a bit of forest on the edge of a German town along the boarder of Austria.

But to see his bright blue eyes…had been worth every hour. Even though he did not realize who she was.

“Ahhh…” Lizzy stepped in, a tray in her hands laden with tea, cups and biscuits. “Hope you like Ginger Newts…” She then realized that Morgana had been resting. “Sorry dear, you can…”

With a stifled sigh, Minerva sat up, smiling kindly at the witch who sat opposite. “A spot of tea would be lovely.” She eyed the small biscuits lining the edge, “Though I have never had the fortune of having Ginger Newts.” She picked one up, “Look like a molasses based cookie.” She stated before biting into one.

“No, they are of a similar consistency, but have no molasses.” She poured a second cup. “Sugar?”

Minerva shook her head, “No thank you, just the tea. This…” She held the newt up, “Is quite good.”

“Yes, they are my favorite.” She picked up tea, “Not too sweet, but with a burst of flavor.”

Minerva sipped the warm tea, enjoying the warmth as it caressed her throat. “Thank you for your hospitality.”

Lizzy shrugged, “Think nothing of it.” She took a sip of tea, before her brows furrowed as she stared at Morgana. “Do not think me impolite, but I do have a couple of questions I would like to ask.”

“Of that, I am sure.” She replied, “As do most upon my arrival.”

“It is only that I went to school with a Malcolm McGonagall, and you look to be about the same age as I and he never mentioned a sister nor a wife.”

Minerva had long since practiced this line, and had said it so often that it had become route. “He was a second cousin once removed. I lived in northern Scotland and was privately tutored as my parents were not fond of any of the wizarding schools.”

Lizzy blanched at the comment, “Even Hogwarts?”

Minerva nodded, “Yes.” She leaned back, cradling the cup in her fingers, “Though I have found it to be an enchanting school, and at times I wish I had been afforded the opportunity to attend. From what Malcolm stated, and his youngest daughter who has just graduated…it is a wonderful education institution.”

“Hogwarts changed my life.” A sad smile spread across Lizzy’s face. “That is where I met my husband, Charles.”

Close to a year ago when she had begun this charade, she had made an ill comment not realizing what the look currently occupying Lizzy’s face meant. Now…she knew, she had seen it countless times…all of the stories differed, but the end result was the same. “How long?” She quietly asked.

“It’ll have been two years this June.” Her voice faltering.

“I am so sorry.”

Lizzy slowly raised her eyes, tears along the edges. “We’ve all lost people close to us, I am sure you have not been immune.”

Minerva sighed, hating herself for the story she had weaved that now came so easily. “That is why I am here.” She paused, as if trying to pull herself together, “For my parents.”

Lizzy took the last sip of her tea. “But why here? Why not remain in England, it is far closer to Scotland?”

Minerva paused, carefully and truthfully responding to inquires. “It is, but the light stolen from my heart can not be rekindled in England. The man responsible lives along side of the German lines.”

“You know, Morgana…your reputation as an Auror is unprecedented in England but the fighting here is far more…intense and less…civilized. Are you sure you wish to join us?”

“War is war, Lizzy. It is neither pretty nor civilized, but in this case necessary.” She edged closer to her seat, “As I for one do not relish a world spoken in a German dialect and where children are taught the dark arts as a mandatory curriculum within our educational institutions.”

A proud smile came across Lizzy’s face. “Then you may join us.” She nodded to the room by the door, “It is yours, it is Albus’ orders if you passed our conversation.” At Minerva’s crinkled brow, she expanded upon her answer, “He wished to make sure your intentions were true and not seeking fame nor glory. He also only wishes three tents up at night. Ian and John share one; as will you and I.”

Minerva tried to squelch the panic that was threatening to consume her, knowing that if she were to continue with this subterfuge, then she would have to find a way to continue to brew her aging potion without alerting Lizzy. “I…do hope my pattering about will not disturb you.”

Lizzy waved her hand, “Nonsense. The doors to the rooms are sealed and unless the warning wards go off – a bomb can hit next to the tent and you would not be the wiser.”

“Let us both hope that is not the case.” She answered biting back another yawn.

“Morgana, go…” She nodded towards her room, “Despite what you claimed, I know it takes the better part of 20 hours to arrive here undetected and that was before the fall of France. You are tired, and we are in need of a fresh team on the morrow. Please, get some rest.”

Minerva felt herself nod, “I fear you may be right. Goodnight Lizzy.”

“And you.” She said as she watched Morgana vanish into her room. No sooner had the door closed, and an outline shimmered out of the air, quickly becoming a wizard. “Satisfied, Albus?” Lizzy asked as she placed her cup upon the tray.

Albus’ eyes remained locked upon the now closed door. “I know little of the McGonagall clan, but her story is credible as the birth charts within the Ministry show that Morgana was born in 1892.”

Lizzy stared at him, “Are you sure you are alright Albus? You have been quite distracted since Morgana’s arrival.”

Albus reigned in his scattered thoughts. The woman behind the door at the far end of the room was not Minerva. She was at least 25 years her senior…but the eyes…dear Merlin, when he had seen Morgana, he thought he had been staring into the young eyes of Minerva. “She bears a striking resemblance to her cousin, one I taught recently at Hogwarts.”

At this, Lizzy narrowed her eyes. “Surely you don’t think…she is impersonating Morgana.”

Albus finally turned to Lizzy. “The young woman is Malcolm’s daughter, Minerva. She was quite adamant about joining the war this past year, but the Ministry will not permit anyone under the age of 21 to enter the field.” A warm smile spread across his lips, “Her adamancy regarding the topic has instigated a plethora of requests demanding the law be revoked.”

“And your feelings on the topic?”

“If we can win within the next year, I believe the Ministry valid in their decision as we will need to rebuild our world. If we do not win within this next year…I believe everyone who is able will need to be engaged in preserving our way of life.”

“And regarding Morgana?”

“She bears an uncanny resemblance to young Minerva or rather Minerva bears an uncanny resemblance to her, but…it matters not.” He briefly shook his head, “I just received a correspondence sent from her this evening, and my contacts at the Ministry stated she was at work today which would be impossible if she were Minerva. The travel would have had to begun yesterday evening to arrive here in time.” Alas, though I wish it be untrue, it is not… “Thank you for assisting in this matter tonight Lizzy, and I shall see you in the morning.”

“Please try and get some rest Albus.”

Albus nodded and in a flurry of cloaks…he vanished from view as the flap closed.


A/N: Hope you enjoyed this random thought process, let me know what you think and if I should continue. (And yes…Perspectives will be updated – it will have 3 more chapters to it.)

[Aurinko]

Great start! I wonder if Minerva will be able to keep up the pretense--a very, very good one from the looks of it, too fool both Albus Dumbledore and the Ministry. Can't wait to see what you do with her history as an Auror and her 'mission' in the morning!

[micha]

This is a very exciting start; but as she cannot be at two places at the same time, she has to call in sick in the ministry, making Albus suspicious again...What are her plans?? Please let us know soon!

[TheGryffindorSeeker]

agree very interesting can't wait for more

[twinkle]

oh no, this is mean. i wanted a nice bedtime story and here it stops...
but it is a great beginning and i am more than looking forward to the next bit.

[esoterica1693]

Please do continue!

[PiER]

OOoo, my curiosity is piqued. Minerva can't be in two places at once, how is she pulling it off? Will Albus unintentionally fall for Morgana or call Minerva's bluff?

Looking forward to an update!

[tabby19]

oooo i love your random thoughts if this is wat you come up with!! ;D please update soon!!

[Jessabelle]

This is the first story to catch my interest in a while ... please do update soon!
It is very well written so far and I look forward to more!
Is this on fanfiction.net as well?
- Jess

[asouldreams]

**Many thanks for all your kind reviews, they were a wonderful motivator. Hope you this snippet, let me know **

Chapter 2


The day had been long and the skirmish deadly, but all five had returned. Minerva and Albus were assisting in attending to Ian, John and Lizzy’s injuries. Ian’s being the most severe…as ball of fire had incinerated the flesh from his left leg. They had quickly treated both Lizzy and John before turning their combined attention upon Ian.

Minerva braced herself before entering Ian’s room, but the smell of burnt flesh caused her stomach to lurch. Gritting her teeth, she stepped up beside Albus who had just conjured a bottle from apparently nowhere.

Minerva thought back to the journals Poppy use to tote with her, and occasionally read to help quiz her friend…readying her for the medi-witch entrance exam. “We need to clean and sterilize the wound, Albus.”

Ian groaned, his fingers gripping the sheet, knuckles turning white from the pressure.

Albus nodded…and slowly they began the arduous task of cleansing the wound before beginning to heal what was left of his leg. Two hours passed, the room hot and Albus appeared as tired and hot as she…but equally as determined as he applied the last of the potion. “That should do.” He whispered pulling a sheet over the rest of Ian’s body and banishing the blood covered rags and empty potions.

He turned…and felt his body stop as he gazed at the witch next to him. A thin sheet of sweat covered her face…and was beading down her check…her neck…and into her gown as tendrils of her hair had slipped from it’s confines of the braid clinging to her porcelain face. Her deep emerald eyes meeting his gaze…and he could imagine Minerva turning into a striking woman such as her cousin in a few years. His heart skipped a beat…as her lips fell open as if to speak…his eyes falling to their rosy hue. And with aching slowness…he brought his mind back to the here and now, “Thank you for your help, Morgana.” He whispered.

Minerva nodded, “I’m going to get some air and then freshen up. Goodnight, Albus.” She stated, before turning and stepping through the door, heart hammering in her chest. Stepping outside, the air felt cool as the wind licked her skin, and after a handful of steps…she stopped. It was quiet, cool, smelt of the woods and earth and not of fire and burnt flesh. Hearing a rustle, she snapped her head around, wand drawn only to see Albus stepping from the tent too.

His eyes were immediately drawn to the movement, his hand already on his own wand. Both visibly relaxed as they realized who the other was. Stepping into the night, his voice dancing across the air. “The air is refreshing this evening.”

“Quite.” She said as his body drew beside hers.

“Perhaps a short walk?” He inquired.

She opened her mouth to decline, but upon seeing the sparkle beginning to return she consented. “Very well.”

Quietly he held out his arm, and she placed hers within before they began to make their way through the forest. Their walk was indeed short, and punctuated with little conversation as each were lost in their own thoughts about the day. Neither wished to bring up the horrid affair, it was enough to share it as they did and then try to move on. As they returned to camp, he led her to the door of her tent. “Goodnight, my dear.” He stated, “And I thank you for taking the time for a walk.”

Minerva stepped away, “Thank you, Albus.” She stated and before she thought, she leaned forward on her tiptoes and gave him a kiss on his cheek. “Goodnight.” She breathed against his skin.

He turned to her…and she felt her heart stop as his crystalline blue eyes bored into hers. Merlin help me, Albus thought as felt himself drowning in her eyes, she is beautiful. Drawing on his reserves, he forced himself to take first one step back and then a second. “Till tomorrow.” He whispered, and then turned around, Minerva staring at his back praying for the strength to continue what she had started. Sighing, she flipped the flap open, eyes barely noticing the splendor as she went straight into her room and collapsed onto her bed.

“What did I get myself in to?” She muttered aloud, her heart still stammering against her breast. Yes, she had come here to help her Professor. He was kind, wonderful…a brilliant man, and her friend…dear Lord, Poppy was right. She thought, she loved him. Poppy’s voice ringing in her ears…

“I swear Minerva, this is absurd. There is no reason for you to put yourself at risk like this. No man is worth it, no matter how much he has done for you. Or how much you love him.”

“I don’t love him!” Minerva snapped at Poppy, “I can’t believe you would say something like that! He was my Professor! A friend!” Minerva threw her spare cloak into her bag, “And, it’s the right thing to do.”

“No, it’s not.” She snapped back, and curbing her tongue around the volcanic topic involving Dumbledore, opting to steer the conversation more toward a neutral ground that would be as explosive – but without the personal edge. “Even the Ministry won’t allow any witch or wizard save healers to leave the sanctity of England to fight on the front lines.”

“And they’re wrong.”

“Perhaps, but, what you are proposing is…” Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, “Foolish to the highest degree. You just graduated, you aren’t trained…there is no way you’ll be able to pull this off!” She finished bordering on hysteria.

“Actually,” Minerva sealed her bag, “I’ve put a lot of thought into this Poppy.”

“Really.” She responded, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Yes.” Minerva responded, “I did.”

Poppy folded her arms, “I’m waiting.”

Minerva glanced up, and couldn’t stop the tug of a smile to curl the edges of her lips. “You do a lousy impersonation of me, Poppy.”

“And I’m still waiting to hear of your masterful and dare I hope insightful plan of yours.”

Minerva sighed, leaning against the wall and began to explain to Poppy that for the last year she had been reading close to a hundred of different texts regarding Defense Against the Dark Arts and how to manipulate charms and transfiguration into a defense or as an offense if necessary. Poppy interjected that books were not the same as practical.

“And do you believe me to be that daft, Poppy Pomfry?” Shaking her head, Minerva pulled out her wand and without uttering a word she cast a spell and Poppy’s eyes bugged out of her head as the mirror shattered and with another flick of her wand, the pieces impaled themselves into the stonewall.

Poppy stepped up to the wall, fingers tracing along the edges, “How long have you been planning this?”

“It never started off as a plan, Poppy.” Her shoulders dropped, “I had hoped to join the Aurors upon graduation, but with the Ministry law…”

“It’s not possible for another four years.”

“Yeah,” She took a breath, walking up to Poppy. “And I’ve been trying to stay within the law, but…” Her eyes darted to the shards in the wall, “They won’t listen.”

“Did you ever think that maybe, the Ministry is right about that law?”

“Perhaps they are, but…I can’t help in my belief that I can make a difference.”

“You can make a difference here too.”

“Yes,” She conceded, “But, it won’t help him.” She whispered. “He’s spending more and more time abroad, and he needs support.”

“And he has support, Minerva.” She placed her hand on her friend’s shoulder. “A whole Ministry if need be. He has hand picked his insurgency team. They are the best in Britain.”

“I still want to help.” For several minutes they both stared into each other’s eyes, finally Poppy nodded, “Alright, alright. I’ll help.” She said raising her hands in defeat. “But on two conditions.”

Minerva held her breath as she asked, “And they are?”

“First one is that you have to help me all summer between your ‘excursions’ to study for my medi-witch exam. Besides, it’ll help you if you or one of your team gets injured.”

“And the second?”

“That if you get injured, it’s over. No more.”

Minerva opened her mouth and then snapped it close. She needed Poppy’s help or her plan wouldn’t work. “Anything more than a scratch or bruise and I consent that I will return and wait until I am the age of 21.”

Poppy eyed Minerva, “Alright, scratch, bruise, and I’ll even let you get one warning broken bone…that’s all. Don’t make me regret this, Minerva.”

“I won’t.” She said, giving her dear friend a hug.

Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo


Minerva woke to a knock on her door, “Dear…. it’s…” The handle was turning as she accio’d a vial of aging potion which she downed as the door opened. “Time for breakfast.”

Minerva smiled at Lizzy, “I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

Lizzy frowned, “Not feeling well this morning?”

“Just took a bit to unwind after yesterday.”

Satisfied, Lizzy quietly exited the room, and Minerva collapsed back onto her bed thankful she had managed to drink the vial before Lizzy had entered. “Give me strength.” She whispered before standing up and making her way to her dresser as she clasped her robe about her. Drawing the chair out, she sat down…eyes drifting to the mirror and she couldn’t help but stare at herself. It was her…but it wasn’t. She didn’t see herself often, and so rarely saw what she looked like, that it was novel to stare at herself as she would appear years from now.

Her face had lost the look of innocence and pure youthful beauty her father had swore she had. Now that she gazed at herself she had to admit that he had been right. Reaching for her brush, she enjoyed the weight of the solid object resting against her palm and then she began to run it through her thick hair.

Several minutes passed before she stepped out into the tent…and saw Albus, John and Lizzy sitting at the table. “Good morning.” She stated, joining them. “How are you feeling, John, Lizzy?”

Both of them mumbled through their breakfast that they were feeling much better, and when she asked about Ian, Albus answered. “He was awake earlier, but not ready for company.”

“Any sign of infection?”

“No, and he appears to not have lost any functional use of his leg.”

“And the pain?”

“I believe he will be taking draughts to stymie the nerve damage for some time.”

John and Lizzy both turned their gazes downward at the information; Minerva however kept Albus’ eyes locked to her. His eyes held a silent pain…almost engulfing her until Lizzy looked up, her voice breaking their connection. “Will he be able to remain here?”

Albus forced a smile upon his face that didn’t reach his eyes as he responded. “We shan’t lose another.”

Minerva watched as John and Lizzy both visibly relaxed at his response, and in that very moment…Minerva felt as though a dozen buckets of ice water doused her at once. How could she not have realized that she was an outsider, a new member brought in because one of their previous team was seriously injured? “The woman I replaced…” Minerva gently cleared her throat as the room turned to her, “What happened to her?”

The three other members gazed at each other, Albus finally breaking the silence. “She was killed last week from a muggle weapon called a mine. She stepped on it, and before we realized what had happened she lifted her foot and…died shortly after.”

She forced the lump down her throat, “I am sorry for your loss.”

Lizzy blinked the tears back, “It could have been any one of us.” She tilted her head toward Albus, “And if it hadn’t happened, we never would have learned and Albus would be just a bit thinner from the one he stepped on not even two hours later.”

John cleared his throat, “As it was, Shawna would have been glad it was her and not one of us.”

Lizzy reached over, patting him gently on his hand. Albus let the moment continue for another minute before he brought them back to the business at hand. “We will need to move our incursion back at least one more day, barring each of your recovery.” John and Lizzy both opened their mouths but stopped at his subtle shake of the head, “It can wait one more day, and if you don’t mind Morgana…we can do a small amount of reconnaissance this evening.”

Minerva nodded before dryly adding, “I’m sure it will be a nice stretch of the legs.”

“Very well…” Albus stood, “Good day to you John, Lizzy…” He turned to Morgana, “Please meet me at 4:30 in my tent.”

He did not wait for response as he left, his mind on the witch he would be spending the evening with. One who seemed to look at him and know what he was thinking. As if they had spent countless hours in conversation…like Minerva. “They are not the same.” He muttered to himself as he entered his tent. “She is a woman…and Minerva…” He shook his head, “Confounded their likeness.” Sighing, he went over to his desk, untying the bundle of today’s correspondence and began flipping through. Not even six letters down, was the all too familiar handwriting of Minerva. “Odd.” He muttered, tossing the rest of bundle onto his desk. She just wrote yesterday. Flipping the letter over, he carefully slit her wax seal and peeled the letter out.

Immediately he noticed the faint sent of lavender fill the air as he opened the parchment.

Dear Albus,

My frustration with the Ministry has reached new heights at their own ineptedness. My dear friend Poppy has just finished her initial course work in the medi-witch program, and because of the shortage along the front lines they are dispatching her immediately. They will not send anyone to the front under age 21, save for our healers.

I have given my notice with the Ministry and have decided to take a different career path.

It may be some time until I am able to write again. Stay safe.

And, your move…I sincerely hope you chose it based upon fatigue. For I have chosen to move my Bishop to E5 and now own your Knight.

Minerva



Albus blinked back the tears as he absently moved the black Bishop to the designated square, and upon hearing the crash of his chess piece he glanced up…fragments flying across the tent as her Bishop took his Knight. The tendrils of a smile wisped across his face as his eyes graced the board, but his heart seized at the meaning of her letter. Dear Merlin…she was going to head toward the front lines.

[micha]

Oh wow - it is absolutely outstanding: I just love it!!! It got even better with this update!

[asouldreams]

how long until Albus realizes?

A bit longer than he would have like...as Minerva took great care in her subterfuge (b/c by the time Morgana has entered Albus' camp, she had been leading this double life for almost a year).

[tabby19]

ooohh I LOVE this!!! and can't wait to see where this is going!! ;D
great work!! please update soon!!

[esoterica1693]

I thought I'd already reviewed...sorry! I am really liking this and am looking forward to the next update (hint hint!). That last sentence--poor Albus!--he loves her--did he know it before now?

[twinkle]

i was ill this week so i couldn't review before...
your story is really great so far and i long to see how it goes on. please don't make us wait too long.

ps: i really liked the letter. it's great to see that they used to stay in touch and even played chess ;o)

[asouldreams]

Chapter 3

Minerva reached out, taking a deep breath. “I’m Morgana…” She whispered, “Not Minerva…not Minerva. He doesn’t know me. Not Minerva, Morgana.” Her mantra firmly in place, she entered his domain.

“Ahhh…Morgana.” He said as he raised his head up, “Right on time.” He stood, “Please take a seat,” He indicated toward couch as she approached, “I’d like to go over a few details before we leave.”

“Very well.” She said, silently repeating her mantra again.

He disappeared into a small anti-room, and within moments reappeared with a tray. “Tea?”

“That would be lovely.”

Albus gently smiled as he set the tray down before sitting opposite of her. “I also included a few of Lizzy’s ginger newts.”

Minerva smiled as she reached over and poured herself a cup of tea and was about to place a lump of sugar into Albus’ cup, when she caught herself. “Care for any sugar or milk?”

Albus nodded, “Two lumps and a spoon of milk.”

“How is that even tea?” She asked, dumping the milk into his cup.

He chuckled, “I have a bit of a sweet tooth.”

“From the looks of this,” She poured the tea in, the sugar dissolving. “I’d say it is slightly more than a bit.”

Chuckling, he took his tea and she picked hers up. “Perhaps, but in times like these, it is a compelling diversion.”

“And the ginger newts?”

He picked one up, and turned it around in his hand. “An appetizing flavor.”

She cocked her eyebrow, “But…chocolate chips would be more your cup of tea?”

“Quite.” He said, taking a bit. “And you?” He nodded toward the ginger newts.

“I too find them flavorful, but I am unaccustomed to eating many sweets throughout the day.”

“I shall see if my bad habits rub off on you.”

“Doubtful.” She said, taking another sip of tea. “Where our we conducting our reconnaissance?”

“The outskirts of Berlin.”

“Travel by port key?”

“Yes, I have located a small building on the west side of town that should afford us the necessary cover for arrival.”

They chatted about the area for another half hour, before they readied for departure. Albus gently picked up the teapot, “If you would be so kind.” He nodded to the teapot.

“Dare I ask why you chose this?”

“Availability, me dear.” He replied, as her fingers touched it…and then she felt the sudden jerk on her navel and within moments her feet were stumbling upon the ground, a thick haze of dust in the air. Biting her lip to keep her cough quiet, she peered into the twilight trying to ascertain the terrain.

They were standing behind what appeared to be the remains of the structure Albus had mentioned, but only rubble remained. There were a smattering of buildings not quite a quarter mile ahead, a cluster of three old twisted trees, that looked as though they were paper birches and cross sectioning the buildings and trees was an old road that appeared to have seen far too much use as of late.

“Come…” Albus whispered, kneeling low. “Let us find some cover.”

Neither had a chance to move before the low rumble of vehicles forewarned of approaching company. Minerva’s eyes darted to the road, the scant remains of the building and the distance it would take for them to arrive at ample cover. There was no way for them to cover the distance, and the port key wouldn’t activate for two hours. Apparition was out of the question because to the layers of wards covering Berlin. “Do you have a means to hide?” She asked, head snapping around to him.

He furloughed his brow, obviously running to the same conclusions as she. “Yes, but I cannot…”

“I shall be fine…” She took a step back, “Now go.” She said as the tips of the tires crested the hill. Both witch and wizard cast their spells…leaving each other breathless as the wizard now stared wide-eyed at the small tabby cat perched atop the rubble and the witch stared at the seemingly empty space where the wizard had just stood.

She an animagus, he thought.

He’s able to bend light, becoming invisible, she thought.

The entourage passed by without either one taking notice, until their rumbling noise vanished into the distance…and the wizard slowly materialized, eyes gazing over his half moon glasses down at the tabby cat. “My my.” He whispered, kneeling down. “I must say that is a marvelous transfiguration.” He held out his hand, the cat barely acknowledging it as her large yellow eyes stared up at him. “Even the eyes appear as that of a cat, and not your green ones. Quite impressive.”

At that, she gently bumped her head against his hand and he silently marveled at how soft her feline coat was and quickly wondered if it was as soft her long ebony locks. Brandishing the thought, he gently pet her head before standing and taking a step back, and she too trotted off a few feet before springing forth from her animagus form. “Impressive yourself, I have never heard of any witch or wizard able to fully cloak themselves with an invisibility charm.”

“Nor do I believe I saw any animagus registered with the surname of McGonagall.”

“Touché.” Blue and green eyes met…their eyes told that they had indeed shared a part with the other, that until just a few moments previously had been otherwise not divulged. A gust of wind swept across the road, brushing across her face as it whipped through his auburn hair breaking the moment. “Perhaps a discussion for another time.”

“Perhaps.” He replied enigmatically.

“Then we proceed.” She stated stalwartly and began the trek northward. They continued for the better part of an hour, occasionally finding cover in the surrounding buildings to avoid detection until they reached the edge of the small town, Birkenton. “Perhaps…” She licked her dry lips, “Our alternative means could afford a simple and yet…complete picture.”

He eyed the area, contemplating. There were several muggle guards patrolling the village borders, and he could detect another three magical signatures intermingled. He cast her a glance in the waning light, “I’d say a Gryffindor.”

Minerva squelched her smile, “I beg your pardon.” She replied.

He leaned back against the rock providing him cover, “I was present the night you conversed with Lizzy. I’d say you would have been sorted into Gryffindor, if you had attended Hogwarts.”

Minerva couldn’t help but find the irony in the statement, but remembered that she did indeed need to play the part. “Is that good?”

“It is the symbol of a lion, brave, courageous…stout of heart are often time their characteristics.”

Minerva nodded, “Sounds about right.” She crinkled her brows, “Isn’t that where my young cousin, Minerva was sorted into?”

At this, a smile appeared on Albus’ face. “Yes, she was. She even became the Head Girl for the house.”

“And yourself?” She asked, eyeing him. “I presume you went to Hogwarts not very long ago yourself.”

The smile split his face in two, “You do me a great honor, Madame for it has been quite some time since I attended class as a student.”

“And your house?”

“Gryffindor. And I am the current Head of House for Gryffindor as well.” He sighed, “But that is in another life, I fear.”

Minerva rested her hand upon his shoulder, her soft voice uttering the words before she could stop herself. “One I pray you will be able to return to soon.”

Albus felt his breath catch, for just a moment, she had sounded like the young woman they had been discussing. Shaking his head, and his foolishness he turned back around to their intended target. “As tempted as I am, I’d prefer to not tempt fate today.” He tilted his head to the group of guards that had begun to make their way towards the main entrance. “There is at least two magical signatures in that group and another three in the one patrolling the north to west side.”

“Your logic is flawed…” As his eyes drew to her, she elaborated. “For risk is part of the mission, which we have not completed.”

Sighing, he met her eyes. “Very well. Stay here.”

“I will not.”

“And how do you propose a tabby cat investigates what she cannot see for the buildings are too high?”

“You are an obtuse stubborn fool.” She said, “I will not stand out, and if you take the northern half…I’ll take the southern half of the village.”

He tilted his gaze just a bit to look at her over the rim of his glasses, “Be careful.” He stated. “I should very much like to hear how you learned to become an animagus and escape the Ministry’s knowledge.”

“You too for I would love to learn your invisibility charm.” She whispered and was about to transfigure herself, when his hand wrapped around her arm.

She turned her head back around, staring deeply into his blue eyes. “Your word as a McGonagall that you will not do anything fool heartedly and you will have returned here in less than half an hour.”

She narrowed her eyes, “I take it that Minerva has told you of our code.”

“Your word.” His voice was hard, “I’ve already lost too many people under my command and I will not lose another for a foolish mission.”

She nodded. “You have it.”

“Then be safe, Morgana.” His hand dropped from her arm as he truly vanished from sight.

“You too.” She whispered into the empty air before transfiguring into a tabby cat. With one final glance backwards, she trotted south.

She had not been an animagus very long and the sights and sounds as her feline counterpart had taken some time to grow accustomed to. Everything smelt more poignant, her hearing far more acute, and her reflexes…were truly catlike. Over the past month as she had become more accustomed to her animagus, her senses as a human were becoming more refined. It was still slightly disconcerting, and at times rather uncomfortable…like yesterday afternoon as she and Albus assisted Ian. At other times…there was great comfort in her new abilities, like this afternoon, as Albus had looked at her with utter amazement.

A loud branch snapped, causing her to startle…large eyes peering toward the noise. She raised her head into the air, sniffing for anything new or unfamiliar. Nothing.

Picking up her pace, she broke into a steady run determined to finish before her thoughts got the better of her. Her long body darting through the darkening sky, her feet splattering across the mud as she entered the edge of the town.

Instantly she noticed the two wizards approaching wearing muggle clothing, a handy ability that lay with her animagus form that she had not yet managed to pull into her human form. She waited until they passed before jumping into the sill of the building she stood next to. At once, she noticed not one or two wizards…but a roomful of both witches and wizards, and as she cast a glance about – there was more than a dozen.

What are we after that has so many witches and wizards stationed in this town? Minerva thought as she narrowed her eyes, trying to see if she could ascertain what relevancy this small town held. After a few minutes, she stretched and jumped back down, the feint noise emitting from her throat as her feet impacted against the cold mud.

Minerva made short work of the remaining eight buildings, where she encountered only another three wizards who were on patrol. Having completed her task, she speed out of the eastern side of the village. Noise in the air, tail twitching, she smelled his faint trail. He had just recently been through here. With a glance toward the moon and another few deep breaths, she quickly made her way back to the rendezvous point.

She came around the edge of rock surface that she and Albus had left not so long ago. He was not there, or at least he did not appear there. With a few quick sniffs, she turned her head, eyes narrowing. His scent was both faint and present, for he was here. She backed up, and with a moment of concentration, she reappeared. Splattering of dirt now littered her once emerald robes, her hands, and who else knew where. Eyebrow quirked, she looked to where she knew he was. “Even though I cannot see you, I know you are there.”

“Morgana…” His body shimmered in the moonlight, “McGonagall, you are quite a clever witch.”

“One who is need of a warm bath,” She eyed him, “How long until the port key activates?”

“Your timing is fortunate as the key activates in two minutes.” He pulled the small pot out of his pocket, “I take it you were successful?”

“One building held more than a dozen, Albus.” She fought to keep her voice steady and the worry from her face, “What on earth is held in this village?”

Startled green eyes met his as he quietly replied. “Death, my dear.”

“Albus…” She began, but he shook his head.

“Not here.” He then picked up the teapot, placing it between them, her hand coming out from her traveling cloak grazing the surface.

The seconds dragged on as they waited, both lost in their own thoughts…eyes gazing at the other, and then they felt a pull across their navel and they were again standing inside his tent as though they had merely stood up after having a spot of tea.

She opened her mouth, but his words cut her off. “We have been gathering evidence for the past 3 months, attempting to assist the Prime Minister in the German code machine entitled, Enigma.” He set the pot down, “Birkenton is where the Enigma codes originated.”

“But that doesn’t explain why there are over two dozen wizards and witches…”

“Grindlewald is controlling or guiding Hitler, and his success is contingent upon the chaos in both the Muggle and Wizarding world.”

Minerva thought back to the last several months, the trains of children being taken from London as the bombings shook the city. As the weeks wore on into months, the bombings continuing in both frequency and disastrous effects, her walks through the city had seen hurrying footsteps, grief stricken faces, hollow eyes…a world where hope was slipping from their grasp. “And how will Enigma help?”

“The muggles need a machine or the original coding to break the German codes.”

She took a steadying breath, her jaw tightening at the notion as she calculated the risk. “Will we have additional assistance tomorrow?”

Her direct question as she gazed at him through her piercing emerald eyes, stole his very breath. With agonizing slowness, he shook his head. He watched as a flash of worry spread through her face before averting her eyes. “I…” She cleared her throat, in an effort to discard the fear beating through her heart, “I believe it is past time for my bath.”

“Morgana…” With aching slowness, she raised her tear filled eyes to his. “We will make it tomorrow.” He whispered with conviction.

“Our odds are four to one at best, Albus. And that is if Ian is able to fight alongside.” From deep within her soul, Minerva found the bravery to meet his gaze with a stoic one of her own. “You’re skills are unmatched, and Lizzy and John’s are very adept. But to march into the village, is suicidal.”

He stepped closer, head shaking. “We will not march, Morgana. We are wizards and witches who are far more cunning and capable than committing to a direct assault.”

Her face showed her disbelief, “And how do propose we gather this Enigma machine?”

Eyes twinkling behind his glasses, “Prior to this evenings events, I had planned on a diversionary tactic that would draw the bulk of the forces to the northern side of town. Now, however, given…” A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, “That I have learned of a skill that I was previously unaware of…we will be far more subtle, and the danger, albeit it still remains high, will be marginally less.”

She was dumbfounded. How could he…believe that they would be successful? It was suicidal. Even the most intricately laid out plan had a high probability of failure. Curbing her tongue, she merely raised her brow and in her thick accent replied. “Very well. I shall see you in the morning. Goodnight.”

Albus took the handful of steps to catch up to the departing witch, stopping her just before she had left his tent. “Wait, please.”

She drew to a stop, “Albus…” She gritted out, not willing herself to turn around. “I cannot fathom how we will live to see this time tomorrow, but I will follow your orders.” She glanced back over her shoulder, “Now, if you will excuse me…”

Albus felt a stab of pain shoot through his body as the flap closed behind her. “All will be well.” He said to himself, praying for her sake and his teams, he was right.


A/N: Hope you enjoyed…let me know And...no Albus has no idea that Morgana is Minerva. Quite the opposite, for he knows that Minerva, though has left the Ministry is still in London (thanks to some polyjuice by Poppy).

[tabby19]

awww poor albus and min!!
I really like it so far!!
please update soon!!

[Jessabelle]

Fantastic updates! These chapters are just as well written as the first and the story is continuing to intrigue me. Please update again soon!
- Jess

[esoterica1693]

I'm still very much enjoying this. Morgana/Minerva is wonderful.

I gather in your 'verse Minerva didn't develop her animagus capability til after graduating, else Albus would have known it and maybe smelled a rat when meeting *another* tabbycat McGonagall.

I sure hope the next day's mission goes more like Albus thinks it will than what Morgana fears!

[tabby19]

omg I have read this like 5 times and it's still awsome!!! ;D
and I am going to freak out if you don't update soon!!!
I have to see what happens!!
please please please update!!!
this one of my top five favs right now!! ;D
great work!! ;D

[AngelQueen]

Oh my, this is fascinating! An excellent twist, having Minerva take on the identity of a cousin in order to fight at Albus' side! Very interesting! Can't wait to see what happens next. Should be quite the show once Albus figures out Minerva's ruse.

[asouldreams]

Chapter 4


Minerva dipped her quill into the ink well one final time before scratching her name across the bottom of the parchment. Quickly she folded and then sealed it before placing Poppy’s name across the front before charming it to appear as though it said Pansy. “Oh, Poppy…what have I gotten myself in to?” Blinking back another round of tears, she quietly donned her outer robe and with a lantern made her way through the tent before setting it down before stepping out into the black night. She paused for a moment, listening. Only the crackling trees whispering across the wind greeted her ears, and with a relieved sigh she walked to the small tree in the center of their tents. The tree served as a host to several messenger owls, and as she neared, one quietly hooted.

“Yes, dear one. I need to have you safely post this to…” She dropped her voice, “Poppy Pomfry.”

The owl hooted in response as Minerva tied it to its leg. “Now, be safe and remain true to your flight.” She said, gently rubbing its tawny head, before giving it a small piece of broken ginger newt. The owl hooted again before billowing its small chest and spreading its wings, taking flight.

Minerva watched the owl rise against the moonlight sky until it was past her vision. Turning, she began to make her way back to her tent when a hand and familiar voice rumbled across her path. “Bit late to be mailing a letter.”

Instantly she felt her ire boil, “Albus Dumbledore, show your self.” She snapped and before she could see him continue upon her tirade. “I cannot believe you…”

Her words left her as he appeared before her, mirth lining his face. “Do all of the McGonagall woman have the temper of that you and Minerva do?”

Minerva drew her lips into a thin line; “I was mailing a letter to an old friend of mine in case I am unable to after tomorrow.” She nodded to him, “And what are you doing out so late, might I ask?”

“Alas…” He held up his hand, several letters were held within it. “I too was responding to a few of my correspondences.”

She nodded drawing her cloak tighter about her as the chill from the wind cut through her evening attire. “I have a few…” He stepped around her, next to the owls pulling one letter out and tying the rest of the bundle to a large eagle owl. He then proceeded to tie the singular letter to a small barn owl, and as the owl spread it’s wings Minerva could make out her own name upon the letter. She swallowed, wondering if and when she would ever read what he had written to her. Shaking her head, she brought herself back to the moment at hand. “As I was saying,” She began as he turned back to her; “I have a few items that need my attention before I turn in.”

“As do I.” He said walking beside her.

They drew to a halt outside of her tent, and she waged a war inside. She was not tired, and knew that sleep would not come easily if at all on this night. But…as Morgana, she did not know that he played chess. Then she remembered the chess set that was openly sitting in the corner of his tent, and if she was not mistaken the board’s pieces were in the same position as the one at McGonagall Manor. Their chess game. “I saw a chess set in your tent, do you play?” She asked, surprising him.

“I have played for years.”

“I know the hour is late, and perhaps this is forward, but would you care for a game?” Minerva boldly asked, wanting to spend time in his comforting presence. Knowing that as each minute passed, it brought them closer to tomorrow’s events.

Albus felt himself falling into her green eyes as he answered. “It would be a pleasant diversion from my current musings.” He gazed at her tent, and then back at his. “If you can give me but five minutes to secure a few papers?”

Minerva nodded, “Tea?”

“Ahh…” He shook his head, “At this late hour, I believe I shall bring some fabled Dumbledore hot chocolate to the match.”

Minerva felt herself smile, knowing how much he loved hot chocolate. “Very well.” She turned and entered the tent, eyes glancing to the clock. Her potion would be wearing off soon. Sighing, she stepped into her room and drank another vile potion before readying the living space for a visitor.

Her wait was not long in coming, within ten minutes, he was entering through the flap – a carafe in hand as Minerva sat down, a pot of tea beside her. Her cup already filled, the steam swirling toward the ceiling. He came around the sofa, sitting opposite and pouring himself a cup of cocoa. Albus gazed at the board, noticing she had placed the white pieces towards him.

“As you are a guest, you shall be afforded white.” Minerva said as she picked up a ginger newt.

Albus fought back a smile, “Perhaps, but I fear that I have been playing chess for longer than even you have been alive.”

“We shall see if your boasting holds merit.” She nodded to the board, “But my decision stands.”

The game quietly progressed, both players silently commanding their pieces, trying to outflank the other. After about two hours, Lizzy had awakened and came out, mildly surprised to see the two quietly engaged in a game of chess. She watched for a while and then bade them both goodnight, before retiring.

After the third hour, Albus leaned back after just capturing Morgana’s queen, eyes twinkling. “You have played well.”

Minerva nodded, “Aye, but the game is not yet over.” She said as her knight slide across the board.

Albus straightened, eyes evaluating her move…and then he felt himself subtly shaking his head at her audacity and her prowess on the board. He was in check. To save his own king, meant sacrificing his queen. The game lasted another hour before Albus finally checkmated Minerva’s king.

Albus tightened down the lid to his carafe, “A most splendid game.” He said as the pieces snapped back onto the board. “And welcome diversion.”

“You are an excellent player Albus.” Minerva said, placing her cup, saucer, teapot and the handful of remaining ginger newts upon the tray.

“As are you.” He replied, smiling before his eyes noticed the time. It was a quarter past two. “I fear I have overstayed my welcome, my dear.”

Minerva glanced at the time, and felt her heart stop. Their mission was less than 18 hours away. Shaking her head, she reached over the small table, placing her hand upon his. “I thank you for the game, and…” She smiled, “the distraction from my thoughts.” With a squeeze of her hand she stood, picking up the tray and carrying it to the kitchen as Albus himself stood and stretched.

She stepped back through as his hand was upon the outer tent wall. They stared at each other…time slowing down as she took a step closer. Her voice remaining steady despite the loss of feeling or control within her legs. “I shall see you in the morning.”

Albus couldn’t process her words; his brain was too busy processing her lithe figure as she stepped through the doorway. Gone had been her usual day robes, and she had not changed since into anything more formal prior to their game, leaving what was no doubt her nightwear and robe…and it had shifted to reveal a beautiful line of creamy skin. He tried to focus on what she was saying, but he found his eyes drawn to her lips and after a Herculean effort, he raised his eyes to hers. And that had been his undoing.

There staring back at him were pools of emerald gold…and he found himself hesitantly reaching out with his hand, his fingers grazing across her silken cheek. He could feel her body shudder at his touch, his own heart skipping a beat as he stepped closer, his hand slipping into her long ebony hair as her eyes fluttered close. “You are beautiful.” He whispered as the carafe in his other hand vanished before he reached up with his left hand…and traced her right cheek as his right one threaded through her hair.

Their breaths were short…bodies anticipating their desire…as he lowered his face…mouth brushing along her jaw as her head tilted away, exposing more of her neck to him which he gently kissed…and sucked causing a low moan to escape her throat. She was drowning in feeling, and as he tilted her face up to meet his, she willingly capitulated. Loving how his soft lips danced across hers as a burst of warmth flooded her body, and then she felt his lips parting hers, his tongue dancing across hers and all she could do and all she wanted to do was draw him in, deeper. Without thought, her hands were running through his long auburn hair as his pulled her closer to him.

Seconds passing into minutes…the kiss becoming more ardent, hands raking across the others clothes, before his slipped between the thin slit parting her robe…finding flesh. Minerva felt her head drop back as his hand slide down her chest, between her breasts. “Albus.” She purred.

His name on her lips sent shockwaves through him, as his lips tugged on her ear, his hand easily opening the front of her robes. “Are you sure?” He breathed heavily into her ear.

Minerva pulled back…staring into his beautiful blue eyes. She loved him. There was no mistaking the feeling for anything but what it was, love. She had no idea when it happened, but it had. His warm hand was against her side, her pulse beating in her ears, and for a moment she hesitated…but then she remembered what tomorrow held, and all the possibilities, and the consequences. Tentatively, she leaned forward, rubbing her nose against his…eyes searching his, and then she gave in to her desires, and the moment…as she captured his lips in hers, her tongue plunging deep into his mouth.

Albus tightened his grip upon her as he moaned deep into her mouth, before she was drawing his ear between her teeth…tongue across his jaw…

“Perhaps…” He gasped as her hands raked down his body, pulling their hips tightly together. “A different venue, my Morgana.”

He felt her stiffen as soon as her name had slipped from his lips. Pools of liquid emerald desire stared at him, as her throaty voice and swollen lips replied. “I concur…but,” She leaned over, gently kissing his cheek and then his lips before pulling back, tears in her eyes. “Not Morgana.” She whispered, as a solitary tear slipped down her cheek.

Confusion filled his mind, at why she would not wish to be called Morgana but as she felt her moist face and lips kissing his…he gave into the feeling. He would ask tomorrow why she did not like her namesake, he thought as his arms wrapped around her, carrying her into her sparse room, laying her upon the bed. The door barely closed before his fingers were once again peeling her robes from her milky body, his mouth gracing each area as the clothes vanished.

“You are wearing too many clothes.” She breathed as the last garment covering her chest slipped off the edge of her breast. But her observation and any will to assist in their removal were a vague memory as his warm mouth began kissing her breast. Long languid strokes lapping along the edge before slowly making his way to her nipple, and then only teasingly brushing over, her nipples quickly hardening in response as they yearned for more.

Minerva had had one lover before…and as Albus’ mouth finally covered her breast, and suckling and pulling on her nipple with his teeth…Minerva realized that he had been no where near adept as Albus as a deep moan fell from her lips. She lost thought as he moved to her other breast, his hand still tantalizing the other. “Albus.” She purred, lost in sensation.

Slowly, he raised his head, eyes drinking in her milky complexion colored in a rose hue as her eyes languidly blinked open. “My dear…” He curbed the word Morgana, and felt his face grin as he finished, “Tabby.” His robes were beginning to feel hot, constricting as he leaned over her, “I want you.” He whispered against her neck.

Minerva blinked the tears back, knowing it was wrong to have him believe he was making love to another woman. But it was her, just…older, while she was younger. She found her voice throaty, betraying her feelings as she responded based upon her need to feel him, to be with him. She’d deal with the consequences, later. “Make love to me, Albus.” She pleaded as his hand slid down her side, across her hip, down her leg…fingers digging into her thigh and back up. “Please.” She whispered, her eyes pouring into his blue ones…as his hand slid up against her underwear…pushing against the fabric…her core exploding in need.

Her pleading words peeled the last of his restraint away; as his hand traveled up her leg…and he could no longer stop his desire to feel her. His hand slipping between her legs…pushing against the thin material…his own body responding to the wet cotton meeting his hand as she arched against him.

Without thought, her final article of clothing was banished, and before Minerva could comprehend what he had done, his fingers were sliding along her wetness. “Alb..us.” She moaned out as he slipped first one finger inside…and then two… before pulling back out. With every ounce of restraint, Minerva focused on where she was and sat up, kissing him fully on the lips…and then running her hand down his bare chest.

Albus could feel the flesh of her leg against his…and as her hand dropped lower, wrapping around his thick erection, he realized that she had banished his robes. “Tssst…” His head fell back as her tongue grazed his neck. “Tabby.” He whispered through a broken voice before their mouths began devouring the other…bodies aligning themselves, and then the rush of completion.

Her head falling back, speech no longer able…as her body swelled around him, and then they began to move. Slow, rhythmic…both losing themselves as their passion began to build, his deep thrusts her arching back…murmurs and moans mixing together through heated kisses.

Minerva felt her heart explode as she met thrust after thrust…love pouring through her body wrapping about her, through her in a warm blanket as she cried out, his name ripped from her throat in love…tears falling from her eyes, as she felt him stiffen…his warmth flowing through her…her name falling from his lips, uttered in love.

Neither moved, bodies entwined as their heartbeat began returning to normal. His fingers absently tracing her arm, as he began speaking. “I hope you will forgive me, my forwardness, my dear.”

“It’s a bit late for forgiveness, Albus.” She replied. “Besides,” She slide her hand across his back, loving the feeling of his muscle beneath the tips of her fingers. “I believe it was mutual.”

A warm smile, touching his eyes played across his face. “True.” He rumbled before capturing her lips in a deep, sensual kiss.

She felt him begin to extricate himself, and she smiled into his mouth, her hand sliding down his back, holding his hips against hers. “Going somewhere?”

“It has been a long time…Tabby.” He said, eyeing her, “And I am not as young as I once was.”

Minerva nodded, “True, but…” She squeezed her inner muscles as she arched against him. “There are ways.” She purred as his eyes drew partially close in response. “To help, motivate.” She deftly pushed him over, landing her on top. “Would you not,” She raked her hands down his chest, “Agree?”

He was about to respond, but she lifted herself up…removing his warmth, save for the tip, and slowly began to sink back onto his waist. “I’m waiting…” She breathed, heavily as she began to lift herself again. “For your assessment.”

Albus’ response was swift, as he gave over to his body…thought leaving both the witch and wizard as they quickly fell into the throes of passion once again. Both unable to verbalize their needs as their bodies gave what the other sought until sleep claimed their satiated bodies.


A/N: Hope you are still enjoying…

[esoterica1693]

I can't believe no one has reviewed this chapter yet!. I am still enjoying, very much. So much so that my monitor started steaming up. <g> HOT!!!! (So hot maybe it should be put over in the Lemon section? I don't know the rules or customs on such things....)

Looking forward to the next update. We know they must both survive the mission, else no canon <g>, but what happens to them in the process? And what will Albus say when he learns Morgana's true identity (as he must eventually)? And where did his owl go w/ its letter to Minerva? Hopefully 'Morgana' will eventually get to read it....

[micha]

I've read it twice ;D and i can hardly wait for the next part...

[tabby19]

please update soon i need to see if they both make it through the mission!! they have to!! right??!!
anyway wonderful job!! ;D

[sherbetkitty]

whoah...
it's like such a bad case of Twelfth Night! Except waaayyy more interesting! lol
That chapter was AMAZING...
Thanks so much for uploading!
Can't wait till Albus finds out who Morgana actually is..
^_^

[hehacla]

I love it! Please keep going on!

Hehacla

[asouldreams]

Chapter 5

Legs still entwined, Minerva barely recalled the events last evening when a pair of twinkling blue eyes blinked back at her. “Good morning,” He rumbled.

Minerva smiled back at him, “And to you.” She purred, fingers running down his chest through the light patches of auburn hair.

He leaned in, giving her a solid, warm kiss…before breaking off with a smile dancing in his eyes. He tilted his head, brow furrowed…

“What?” Minerva asked, wondering what on earth he was thinking.

“Shhh..’ He reached up, placing his finger lightly upon her lips. He waited for a full minute before removing his hand…a smile firmly affixed to his face. “You’re purring.”

She shook her head, “I don’t even know…”

“It’s a wonderful sound…” He leaned closer, “Do you know how you are able to do that?” He finished asking as he placed his head on her chest.

“No.” She said, chuckling, his goatee tickling her skin.

“Hmmm…” He drew his face up, eyes level with hers, “In that case…” He nipped at her lips, “I don’t want you to find out.” He gently kissed her lips again.

“And why is that?”

“Simple…” He said, leaning in and kissing her along her jaw, “I like it.” He kissed her lips, “And I don’t want you to learn how to stop it.”

Shaking her head, she pushed him back…flipping him over, onto his back. “So much for being stoic.” She said, climbing over him.

“Ohhh…” His fingers traced up along her side, “You are…”

Their conversation skidded to an abrupt halt as a hand rapped on the door. “Morgana.”

Minerva stood up, and had her dressing gown in her hand and wrapping it around her body before Lizzy had an opportunity to knock again. As she was raising her hand to knock, Minerva opened the door, but blocked Lizzy’s view of the room. “I’ll be out shortly.”

Lizzy nodded and in a flourish of canary yellow robes, headed across the way to the kitchen. Minerva closed the door, and sighed.

“Why the long face?” Albus asked, drawing up behind her as his arms wrapped about her.

“Albus…” She turned around, trying to find some way to tell him who she was. “I don’t…” She closed her eyes.

Albus lifted her chin, and replied to what he thought she was going to say. “Neither do I, Tabby.”

She felt her eyes open against her will, as she wished to see with her own eyes, what he meant.

Albus took her silence as confirmation that they were speaking about the same thing, “It has been…” He gently caressed her face, “A very long time since I have been with a woman.” Minerva felt her heart ache at the unmasked emotion emanating from his blue eyes. “Please don’t think less of me for not properly courting you.”

Minerva shook her head, “Never Albus.” She whispered, tears of pain and joy mixing together as he leaned forward, tenderly kissing her. “As long as you don’t…”

“No, my dear.” He placed his finger atop her lips, “You are many things, but most of all, you are that of an elegant woman. One I am honored to know.”

Minerva closed her eyes, and silently prayed for absolution as he tightened his arms around her. “Thank you.” She whispered into the crook of his neck, a solitary tear slipping from her cheek.

They stayed that way for a few minutes, before he pulled apart. “I suppose you must get ready and I…am in need of returning to my tent.”

“Yes.” She said, looking towards the clock, breathing a sigh of relief. The thirteen and a half hours weren’t up, and she still had just over a half an hour before she would need to take the potion again. “And perhaps…” Her fingers reached across the small space, wrapping around his arm. “Later…” She was unable to finish her statement, feeling as though her youth was showing in her foolish actions.

He raised his eyebrows, “A game of chess…”His voice dropping another octave, “Perhaps by a warm fire.”

Their eyes said all that was necessary, and Albus turned away and began gathering up his clothes as she went over to sit in front of her dresser and began to brush out her hair. As she reached behind her to brush the last of her hair out, Albus stepped behind her, fully clothed. His hand wrapping around hers as he dipped down, kissing her cheek. “Until later.” He breathed against her skin and then he was gone the door opened and closed as if by a breeze, and she was alone.


xoxoxoxoxoxxo


Minerva dove across the small channel, a flurry of curses and hexes barely missing her as she rolled to a stop behind a brick wall. Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself and steeled her nerves before whirling back into the foray.

As she hedged around the wall, she had barely a heartbeat to cast a protego charm before her body was thrown backwards…the back of her head striking the wall. Shaking her head as she sat up, in time to dodge another three bolts, only to see Lizzy’s body crumple as it impacted against an old iron fence – piercing through her leg.

Minerva wasted no time as first one, then two men fell to spells as she rushed towards Lizzy…


Xoxoxoxoxoxxox


Albus turned around in time to see Morgana deflect not one, but two spells. His heart leapt into his throat as a third barely missed; scorching the back of her robes. His momentary lapse almost cost him as he barely deflected the barrage of spells hurling toward him. The last spell of fire, he returned as a phoenix in flight causing four wizards and witch to cast protegos before being swallowed whole by a bird of fire.

He could make out Morgana as she exchanged curse after curse against three wizards…her hair billowing in the breeze and he found himself enchanted with her every move. Her moves seamlessly blending together…


xoxoxoxoxoxox


Minerva felt her frustration growing as she blocked one, then two…the wizards equally blocking hers…and Lizzy’s moans barely heard over the oncoming muggle army. They had to leave, soon. With renewed determination, Minerva began firing a menagerie of curses and then her eyes landed upon a small pile of rubble. With a flick of her wand, she transfigured one pile of rocks into a smattering of spearheads, and quickly brandished her wand sending another wave that became liquefied rock.

Shards of steel came rushing at her…which she melted, the balls falling at her feet. In the next heartbeat, she transfigured the balls into bludgers that she sent flying in their direction.

At that point, she was close enough to kneel next to Lizzy…her pulse was thready. “Come on.” She said, wrapping Lizzy’s arm around her shoulders as she spun around…to see Ian running towards her, and Albus less than twenty feet away. John was no where to be…she stopped her train of thought as her eyes landed on a bloody heap fifty yards from her.

Ian skidded to a stop, “Did you get it?”

“Yes.” Minerva breathed as Albus cast a large shield charm around them, as he enlarged their port key. As one, they placed their hand upon it…and a second later they were righting themselves in Albus’ tent, save for Minerva who collapsed with Lizzy to the floor.

Ian and Albus pulled Lizzy from Minerva. “Go,” Minerva said, pushing them toward the door, “She needs medical attention.”

Minerva didn’t hear the flap close as she slid to the floor; head pounding…the world becoming distorted and blurry. She reached behind her head, and she could feel the back of her head was damp…and despite the inability to focus, she could see the red on the tips of her fingers.

“Not good.” She muttered, trying to focus. Gritting her teeth, she pulled herself up and began stumbling…after running into the table and knocking it over, she managed to drag herself outside. She fell into the mud…and with a few deep breaths, she transfigured into her animagus.

She still felt light-headed, but the world was not spinning as fast nor as blurred. Quickly, she trotted to her tent and then transfigured back into her human form to let herself in. With one hand, she unfastened her cloak – letting it fall to the floor and the other she wandlessly closed the door. She mumbled a locking charm on it…before letting her body fall backwards onto the bed, no longer able to fight the effects of her head wound as she slipped into unconsciousness.


Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo


Several hours passed before Albus and Ian stepped out of Lizzy’s room, both men exhausted. Albus cast a weary glance to the clock, and sighed as it was just past one. “I shall see you in the morning, Albus.”

“And I you.” He said nodding towards Ian before casting a look toward Morgana’s door, but thinking better of it due to the lateness of the hour. Without much thought, he absently entered his tent…but stopped upon seeing the end table up ended, objects strewn about, and blood upon the sofa and floor.

For one moment, he thought it could have occurred as he and Ian carried Lizzy out of here…but he knew that was untrue. And the place where the blood stain was where Morgana had…

In a heartbeat, he spun around and was knocking on Morgana’s door. “Morgana.” He knocked again, raising his voice. “Morgana.”


Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox


Minerva…struggled to regain consciousness, as the pounding in the door increased. “Stop.” She muttered. “I’m coming.”

She tried to sit up, but felt a wave of nausea sweep over her…and fell back onto the cushions. Tiredly, she reached into her robes, fingers knowingly pulling a small vile out, topless which she poured in her mouth and swallowed before banishing the bottle and with another wave, unlocked the door as she propped herself up.

Albus took one look at the dried blood at the head of the bed, her ashen face and matted hair. “Morgana…”

“Shhh…” She held up her hand, “My head…” She closed her eyes, and gently seeped back onto the bed. “I hit it.” She muttered. “Hurts.”

Albus leaned over her, and could see that her hair was matted with oozing and dried blood. “How do you feel?” He quietly asked.

“Dizzy. Nauseous…and my head aches.”

“Do you remember when this happened?” Albus cast a cleansing charm on her hair.

“Shield deflected the spell, but…threw me into a wall.”

Albus quickly healed the flesh wound, his fingers gently inspecting the swelling on the back of her head. “You have a knot, Tabby.” His eyes watering, “I’ll need to get you to a healer for a head wound.”

“It’s just a knot, Albus.” She said through blinking eyes. “I’ll be better in the morning.”

“And if not?” He asked, running his fingers through her hair.

“I’ll go tomorrow.” She reached back curling her fingers around the edge of his robe. “Stay, tonight.”

“Morg…” He stopped when he felt her hand tighten. He softened his voice, “Tabby, I’m worried.”

“Just stay tonight.”

Albus…held his breath for a moment, before nodding. “Very well.” He waved his wand, transfiguring her robes into a thin, sleeveless scarlet…silken gown.

“Feels nice.” Minerva adjusted her head.

Albus, waved his wand at his own robes before setting his wand upon the table, along with his glasses, before waving his hand…a thin set of covers appearing atop them as he slipped his arm around her, pulling her into his chest.

Before he had a chance to whisper goodnight, her steady rhythmic breathing filled the small room. Silently he held her to him, his hand skimming down her arm…and back up her side, until his breathing matched hers.


A/N: hope you are still enjoying, please review and let me know.

[AngelQueen]

Oh wow, two updates! This will teach me to pay more attention! *facepalm*

Excellent work! Though, I dare say I'm dying to know how Albus will react when he discovers that his Morgana Tabby is actually Minerva. Should be quite a sight, methinks!

Again, wonderful job! Here's hoping Minerva's injury isn't too serious! *frets*

[phantomgirl]

Nice job....hopefully minerva is not hurt too bad