Deceiving Appearances

[micha]

And she has still managed to take her potion!!?!! I thought for a moment, now that she is hurt...this will be it, now Albus will see who she is...but no: we have to hold our breath a little longer

[esoterica1693]

Another great chapter! Minerva came so close to telling him--at least now she can feel a bit absolved b/c she honestly tried to tell him, even if she couldn't go through w/ it.

And it's amazing she remembered the potion in her state. Hope she's okay, though of course Albus will ensure she gets taken care of. (Hope the rest of the team comes through alright, too, of course.) I think being in Albus's arms after he'd transfigured me a slinky nightgown would do wonders for the after-effects of a nasty knock on the head. (Though now we know soldiers need to watch out for TBI from even seemingly minor blows--but hopefully M won't be affected!) Every time I read part of this story it just makes me hungry for another update....

Oh--and the purring thing was so sweet--as was their 'morning after' interaction. He's fallen for her, hard!

[tabby19]

I loved it!!! ;D
her purring was adroable!!
and i also thought he would find out this time too!!
I hope she tells him soon!!
great chapter please update before i freak out!! lol ;D

[esoterica1693]

All of us who love this story are hoping for an update as a Christmas present. :-)

[tabby19]

YES YES YES christmas present please!!! ;D
I love this!!!
~tabby~

[asouldreams]

...I like Christmas presents too...maybe someone can leave me one after reading -
And look for at least one more Chapter before X-mas.

Enjoy!!!




Chapter 6

Minerva jerked awake, heart hammering against her chest. She blinked a handful of times bringing the room into focus, despite the ringing headache. Her gaze swept the room expecting to see Albus, but only a vase of flowers met her eyes with a note perched against the bottom. Glancing to the clock, a second wave of relief swept through her, the aging potion was not due yet.

Wandlessly, she called the card and opened it.

May these brighten your day.

She felt a smile tug at the corner of her lips before raising herself from the bed. Instantly, she noticed her the gown Albus had transfigured for her. She also noticed her other robes were hanging in her closet as was her traveling cloak. She glanced down at the gown and wondered what he had transfigured the gown from. As her fingers brushed against her hip, she realized that she was without her underwear. She felt a blush burning across her face.

He’s inventive, she thought before pulling a set of robes down as she remembered the end of the briefing before they had left Birkenton. Once the mission was complete, they were breaking camp and returning to London. She barely saw Albus as she helped Lizzy and Ian pack up the tents. Before she knew it, it was 2 pm and the four of them were standing next to the tree, with zero evidence left regarding their stay. Albus held out an old shoe. “Next destination is Poland.” Everyone stretched out their hand…beginning the long travel back to London with their cargo, one Enigma machine in tow. Unlike her previous travel, the return trip was far more arduous, even though they completed the trip in less than 6 hours.

Minerva felt tears spring into her eyes as their feet landed upon fresh green earth…and the image of Hogwarts standing defiantly tall in the background against the night. Lizzy collapsed into Ian, both laughing through tears. “We made it.” They chorused.

“Come.” Albus waved the gates open, “Let us have a descent meal and a warm bed.”

“And no doubt a visit to the infirmary.” Ian stated, swinging his pack over his shoulder.

“An excellent idea.” Albus said as he drew beside Minerva. “Welcome to Hogwarts, my dear.”

Minerva reached over, eyes twinkling. “It’s beautiful, Albus.”

“Yes…”He continued gazing at her, “Quite.”

Little more was said as the four slowly made their way to the large front doors, which opened, bathing the walkway in light as three figures emerged; Armando Dippet, the Minister of Magic – Gertrude Hollansworth and the muggle Prime Minister, Winston Churchill.

“Albus.” Winston came forward, “Gertrude said you procured the Enigma.”

The small entourage drew to a halt, eyes falling on Dumbledore. “We did.” He said, “But the cost was severe.” He turned to Armando, “Is Randolf here? My team is in need of medical assistance.”

Armando stared at his Deputy, whose tired countenance spoke volumes. “Yes. I shall go ensure he is prepared.”

“Thank you.” Albus said, nodding to his team. “If you would be so kind, as to head to the infirmary, I will join you momentarily.”

Ian chuckled, “Told you.” He muttered to Lizzy before turning to Morgana. “This way.”

Minerva quietly followed, trying to appear as though she had not just walked through these hallowed halls a year and a half ago. Randolf met them at the doors, inquiring what had happened to each of us and began rattling on about field medicine and real medicine.

All three refrained from comment, quiet thankful for each other’s and Albus’ rudimentary expertise. Expertise that had save Ian’s leg and Lizzy’s life. Over a half an hour passed, and Minerva tried not to squirm under the medi-witches brown eyes. “You bare a striking resemblance to a recent graduate, Minerva McGonagall. Is she of any relation perchance?”

Minerva nodded, “Second cousin.”

Randolf stepped closer, “Really?” He cast another diagnostic spell, “How odd.” He frowned slightly, “For you to appear so similar and not be direct descendents.”

Minerva shrugged. “What’s the diagnosis with my head?”

At this Randolf looked perplexed, “I believe it shall be fine, but there is another anomaly that I believe may be a trace of ingested poison or…” He gazed at the results once more, “Have you eaten anything abnormal in the past 72 hours?”

“Other than ginger newts?” She smiled at Lizzy who was also trying not to roll her eyes.

“Any new tea, herbs…local plant life?” He pulled his round glasses off to meet her gaze.

Minerva shook her head, “No. Quite the opposite in fact, I have not had much food since my departure two…three days ago.”

“Hmmmm.” He crossed his arms, “I shall take a look at it tomorrow. It appears as though it is a trace of something that your body appears to be naturally getting rid of.”

At this, Minerva grabbed the opportunity. “Two weeks ago I was in France, and while there I had a salad made of local herbs and vegetables hand picked in the fields.”

Randolf nodded his head, “Probably something left over that your system is slowly disposing of.” He slipped his glasses back on, “I’d get that checked out next week and make sure it is no longer in your system.”

Minerva nodded, “Absolutely.” Though she knew precisely what the diagnostic spell had discovered, the traces of her aging potion.

“Are they fit enough for a spot of food?” Albus asked as he walked into the hospital.

Randolf glanced up from his notes, “Despite my reservations on your healing abilities Albus, overall…” He gave him a hint of a nod, “Not bad.”

“Your assessment is quite accurate, my friend as I had assistance from the team.”

At that Randolf genuinely smiled, "Then the world has not tipped on its axis and fallen to Grindlewald, for the day you can heal…” He shook his head, “It will be a dark day indeed.”

“Thank you for your glowing recommendation Randolf, I’ll be sure to seek it for my resume to St. Mungos.”

Randolf turned to Minerva, Ian and Lizzy. “Please enjoy your meal, if you would be so kind as to take the Deputy Headmaster with you, I would truly be indebted.”

Albus’ arched his brow as he held the door open, “Why Randolf…from your kind words, one might be under the impression we may just be friends.”

Randolf snorted, “And good riddance to you.”

Just as Minerva was stepping through, she heard Albus’ voice drop as the door pulled to slightly, “Are you sure there will be no permanent damage?”

The response was kind, yet serious. “Ian will have some problems with the nerves in his leg, but otherwise…they were all very lucky Albus. As were you old friend.”

Albus winked, “Thank you.” He said and then opened the door and quickly joined the group.

Xoxoxoxoxxox


The meal passed quickly, little conversation being exchanged between the small group, and as they were finishing Armando walked up a warm smile upon his face. “Good evening.”

“Evening.” Ian said.

“Hello.” Both Minerva and Lizzy stated at the same time.

Dippet smiled at Ian, Lizzy and then his eyes drew to a stop as they landed upon Minerva. Her heart leapt in her throat; Surely he won’t believe that I’m Minerva… “And you must be Morgana McGonagall.” He said extending his hand.

Minerva forced a smile as she reached out, grasping his hand in return. The word professor began to form in her mouth, but at the last moment she replaced it with, “Mr. Dippet.”

Their hands fell apart as he nodded to Lizzy and Ian. “She has not been around you lot for long, her manners are still intact.”

Smiles were exchanged as Albus replied, “I do not believe that the McGonagall elegance would enable her to bend to such a level, Armando.”

Minerva raised her brow, her voice dry as she added. “Though I shall say they have tried.”

Ian stifled his third yawn, “I best be returning…”

Armando held up his hand, “I insist you remain here for the evening, rooms have been prepared.”

“That is most kind Armando,” Lizzy stood, “But I believe I can stand to endure one more apparation to see my son when the dawn comes.”

A sad expression crossed his face, “As much as I would love to let you leave Lizzy,” He shook his head, “But Gertrude will be arriving…”

Albus interjected, “Lizzy…” She turned to him, “Be swift and give my regards to Brian, but you must return here no later than 7 tomorrow morning.”

At this Ian stood too, “Thank you for your hospitality Armando, Albus.” He slid his chair in, “Till tomorrow.” He nodded to Minerva, “Rest well.”

She smiled, “And you.”

Lizzy quickly bid them good-bye too, and Lizzy and Ian walked out of the Great Hall arm in arm. “And you, my dear?” Albus asked, Armando glancing over to her for her response.

For a moment, Minerva was exceedingly tempted to remain for the night, but knew that it would be nice to return to her flat in London. Besides, she reasoned, it is not as though she would be spending the night with Albus. “I believe that I too shall be heading home.” She curled her napkin up, placing it beside her plate. “Even though I have not been gone as long, it will be a welcome relief.”

“Pleasure to have met you, Morgana.” Armando stated tilting his head respectfully, “Albus,” He reached over and patted him on the shoulder, “It is good to have you back.”

“Good to be back.” He stated as he exchanged a warm look with Armando before the elder man left.

Minerva waited for a moment, “I should be going.”

“I’ll walk you to the gates.” He said, offering her his hand as they stood.

“Thank you.” She said wrapping her arm around his.

“Quite welcome,” The doors to the Great Hall opened, “Though, if you are not too tired, I could give you a quick tour.”

“Albus…I,” She paused as he slowed to a halt by the steps. She took a deep breath trying to reign in her emotions, “As much as I’d love a tour,” She squeezed his hand, “I am just a bit tired.”

He placed his left arm atop her right hand, “Of course.” He stared deep into her eyes, “And if you do not wish to apparate, a room has already been prepared.”

Minerva felt herself wanting to say yes for all the wrong reasons, and then she felt a small ripple across her magic as she went to move for her wand, but Albus stayed her hand and body.

“Hogwarts is adjusting the wards.” Albus stated simply, but seeing her perplexed face he expanded. “Hogwarts’ wards continually adjust, and you were only able to feel it because it is setting the night’s wards.”

Minerva wished to ask more about the wards after finding out so little about them during her school years here. She had spent several hours researching the topic to no avail and despite her curiosity, she knew this was not the time or place. “I find this…unsettling. Do the students feel the wards?” She asked, but then held up her hand as she shook her head. “Do not answer.” Her waning smile barely reaching her eyes, “Perhaps you can answer the next time we play chess, for I am tired and as much as I would love to remain here the night, I am going home.”

Albus stared into her green eyes, “I had hoped to…play your rematch this evening.” His heart leapt as he saw a spark fire in her eyes as his comment, “But perhaps we could play…” He paused as a smile tugged at his lips. “Soon.”

They began walking across the flagstone, through the large Oak doors, “I would like that.” She said as they descended onto the front lawn. “I believe that you were lucky night before last.”

His fingers tightened around her forearm as they slowed, turning her towards him. “Yes,” He breathed, his warm breath fluttering across her face. “I was.”

Minerva felt her heart stop as his eyes washed over her. She had always thought they were an amazing blue color, but as the moonlight reflected off of them – the word cerulean blue came to mind and she found herself wanting to stare into them…until her eyes would remain open no more. Then she felt her body being drawn to him, his face nearing hers, before her nerves exploded as their lips meet in a soft, all too fleeting kiss.

As their lips parted, his fingers replaced them, brushing across her lips, up her cheek, before disappearing into her soft hair. Slowly, Minerva opened her eyes, emerald orbs sparkling against the light, voice becoming raspy as she whispered. “Good night Albus.”

“Good night, Tabby.” He quietly replied as his fingers slipped from her hair.

With aching slowness she pulled away and within a handful of steps was through the gates. Her fingers, no sooner left the iron when she turned back to gaze at Hogwarts, their eyes locking for a brief moment before with a quiet crack, she was gone.

Albus stared after her for a brief moment, recalling the vague image of the moonlight filtering across Morgana’s pearly face and silken black hair. Then a burst of flames lit up the night sky, and the man was gone…and a large opalescent phoenix soared skyward into the night. The Phoenix’s heartfelt songs resonating peace across the grounds and through the Forbidden Forest as he sang about a black haired woman with bewitching green eyes.


tbc...

[micha]

My goodness, will anybody ever find out - or are you planning a really very long story?? Come on: something is due to happen!!! Please!!

[AngelQueen]

*squeaks* They're back in England, and at Hogwarts no less! I wonder how much longer Minerva will be able to keep up the charade before Albus -- hopefully -- wises up and figures it out.

Excellent update! Loved the moment between the two lovers at the end! Quite a melt-worthy moment!

[tabby19]

ahhh that was so sweet!!
I loved the ending of this chapter!! it was adorable!!
when is he going to fing out??
well hopefully soon!
anyway wonderful work!! ;D
can't wait for the next chapter!!
~tabby19~

[twinkle]

This was another really great chapter!!! I've been waiting for it so eagerly and "woah" ... what a nice surprise for a bedtime strory.
I especially liked Albus turning into his Animagus-form at the end and flying high above the grounds of Hogwarts. It's a great image to tkae with my into my dreams now


PS: But I'm more than curious how and when Minerva is going to tell Albus the truth.

[esoterica1693]

Minerva showed a lot of restraint, even though I'm sure she was genuinely tired. Sweet kiss at the end.

I wonder if Randolph will keep her secret, or press the point....

Thank you very much for the update, which I read as soon as it was posted, even though I've only now had time to review. I do love this story!

Happy Christmas!

[asouldreams]

Chapter 7


Leading two lives had taxed Minerva to no end in the beginning upon joining Albus’ team. Now, it was second nature. The days quickly rolled into weeks that disappeared into months…bloody skirmishes, suicidal rescue missions, debriefings, paperwork and an enormous amount of correspondence as both Morgana and Minerva marked her days; while quiet games of chess, long talks about anything and everything from Transfiguration to the view of a small island known as Perci that Albus’s home resided, helping Albus grade Transfiguration essays, and when the opportunity presented itself – long, passionate nights making love to the man that held her heart is how Minerva marked her nights.

For eight months, this had been her life. Minerva McGonagall worked for Transfiguration Today, a journalist whose stout and often cuttingly true comments found themselves in the Daily Prophet as she rallied Britain’s young men and women against the Ministry’s ban to permit witches and wizards under the age of 21 to fight less it be self defense. She was seen as an exceptional witch, whose elegant beauty and unbridled brilliance had not been seen in a witch for over two centuries; and great speculation surrounded who she would apprentice with once the war was over…and if she would follow in her father’s footsteps as an Auror or perhaps a renown merchant like her mother.

Morgana’s life was far more private, and other than her missions and scattered nights in Albus’ arms she was never seen in public, at Ministry functions or even in the Ministry. Her mission reports were sent to the Ministry by owl and debriefings done by Albus. Due to the confidential nature of her work, the Ministry rebutted any claims that there was a woman named Morgana McGonagall assisting in the war effort. This assisted her in effectively managing to remain invisible to the public, a most helpful tool in maintaining Minerva’s double life.

Initially, she had tried on numerous occasions to tell Albus the truth, but timing did not seem to be in her favor as their conversations were always interrupted. After two months, she stopped trying – knowing that at some point this war would be over, and she and Albus would have to have a lengthy conversation. A conversation she did not wish to have, but one that was necessary and one she would not shy away from, no matter how painful.

Now, Minerva took her time with Albus as that, time with the man she loved. It mattered not who she was perceived to be, for she was the same person. She just hoped that when the time came, he realized it too…

xoxoxxoxox


Minerva ducked as a bolt of blue shot to the side of her head, the air crackling as it singed past. That was awfully close. She thought as she spun around, eyes narrowing upon the two witches and wizard who were still pursuing. They were less than 50 feet away, and closing fast. She would not be able to outrun them, fresh blood still pouring down her leg from her last duel’s wound. Gritting her teeth, fingers automatically tightening around her wand, she reached into the depths of her being and quickly found her Gryffindor courage as she deflected the incoming barrage of curses before launching her own mixture of hexes and jinxes.

His lungs burned, the air layered with dust from the remnants of his last spell. The two wizards were bound, unable to move, staring up at him with panicked eyes. Without thought, he reached into his robes, pulling his portkey out and activated it…dropping it on their bodies causing them to blink out of existence.

No sooner had they vanished, and the wizard’s arms were outstretched into the sky and he was shrinking as he propelled into the air, searching for Morgana. The team had been separated, but he had seen Lizzy and Ian make it back to their designated apparation point as had Isaac. However, no one had seen Morgana for over a half hour. He had begun to double back, but the area was laden with witches and wizards. Three duels later, still nothing.

He felt the air shift beneath his wings and he automatically steered in the direction of the disturbance…feeling his heart stop as his body came around the scorched wall of the brick building. His wings expanding to pull him to a stop…as he morphed into a human, forced to watch in agonizing slowness the scene before him before he could partake in the duel.

The wind cutting through her hair, blood stains littering her robe as the emerald cloak billowed ethereally behind her. Her movements were blindingly fast as her wand wove arcs of light and sound as rainbows of purples, blues, and pinks splintered across the air, a visual testament of her defensive prowess. Each curse colorfully ricocheting from an ageless shield charm that she would recast after each deflection, save for when stone carved statues or transfigured metal shields would blindly jump between the curses and her body.

One wizard in grungy light blue robes lay in an awkward, obviously broken position to the left while a witch and wizard in an elaborate matching silver cloaks with emerald piping weaved powerful, old magic at his love. Magic which she combated and morphed back upon them. Flames becoming a serpent’s mouth about to engulf her adversaries while Morgana fought off the embodiment of a humanoid tree.

Both finishing at once as Albus felt his feet strike the ground, spell upon his lips. Then the man falling to a spell cast by Morgana, his body landing hard upon the cold earth. Neither women cast a glance towards him, their gazes solely locked upon the other. Even from this distance Albus could see her emerald eyes sparkling, so alive…before their spells clashed mid-air.

The deafening sound reached him before the repercussions from the spell as a thousand bolts of white light shot in hundreds of directions. He managed to cast a powerful shield charm, the first bolt glancing off – but he could still feel the spell reverberating through his own magic as a woman’s anguished scream filled the air.

Another four bolts clashed against him, as they shot through the body of the silver cloaked witch – her scream dying as her body collapsed in a heap. As the last bolt vanished, Albus was running towards his love. “Morgana!” He said tears burning his eyes, trying hard not to notice the large holes that had burned through the other witch, praying Morgana had not befallen the same fate.

Albus stepped over the fallen marbled column, eyes instantly falling to the emerald clad witch. “Morgana.” He said nearing her, noticing large puddles of blood littering the mossy ground. Her blood, he thought, as he kneeled next to her, her back to him as she lay upon her side. Blood stains lined her lower robes, her arms, even her side. Her black hair matting her head, covering her face. With unsteady hands, Albus reached up, and pulled Morgana towards him – only to see the tip of her wand unsteadily pointing at his face.

“Don’t…move.” She breathed heavily, trying to focus her sight on the wizard before her.

“Tabby.” Albus breathed, tears dripping off his cheek as he reached up to place his hand upon hers.

“Albus?” Her voice croaked as she narrowed her emerald eyes even farther, barely able to see his flaming auburn hair. “Is it you?” She could feel his warm hand pulling her hand down, her heart rejoicing as she felt his magic pulsing around her. His words confirming what she could already feel, despite the blackness that was threatening to consume her.

“Yes.” He breathed, his own eyes narrowing at her as she blinked at him…and before he realized that her eyes were not focusing on him, her voice broke the momentary stillness.

“So tired…” She closed her eyes, and knew that her wounds were indeed severe. They were over three hours from a Hospital, and her heart panged with regret for not having told Albus the truth. But it was too late. She didn’t have the time or the energy. If she died…he would learn the truth, and if she lived…it mattered not, because she could feel the warmth spreading across her back, the difficulty breathing. The warm rusty taste in her mouth, blood, she thought, my lung has been punctured. She could feel the last of her energy leaving, as she clutched his arm forcing the words from her broken body. “Please remember, I love you.”

“And I you…” Minerva felt her heart lift at those words as the rest of his sentence blended into the ambient noise of the world, while her thoughts drifted unfettered to times without borders or space.

Xoxoxoxoxxoxox


It had been three hours since he had arrived in camp, and Morgana’s limp form had been taken from his arms. Three hours and not one word. Lizzy and Ian had arrived about an hour prior. Their conversation had been brief as they discussed the extent of her injuries that Albus knew of, and then they both squeezed his arm before taking residence beside him. Both knew that Albus and Morgana had become very close, and even speculated at how close though they had never witnessed anything but professionalism from either.

Slowly, Albus reached inside his robes, pulling his small golden watch from its depths. His thumb absently caressing the cover as the memory of when he had received this flooded his mind.

“Happy Birthday.” Minerva handed him a small purple wrapped box.

Albus’ eyes brightened, “How did you find out…?” The rest of his question dying on his lips as she set the box in his fingers.

“A stray comment.” She replied, not telling him that the comment happened years ago while attending Hogwarts.

“Hmmm.” He muttered, arching his eye.

“It won’t bite.” She said as he toyed with the silver ribbon.

“And how shall I obtain any facts about your past, my dear.” He pulled on the ribbon, though his eyes remained locked with hers.

“You are drawn to mystery.” She evasively answered.

He smiled in spite of himself. “And you seem to be shrouded in that very attribute.”

“Come now…” She stood, eyes glancing to the box, “You know more of my past then I do of yours.”

He followed her line of sight as he replied, “Yes, I happen to know you were born in the Highlands.”

“And you have yet to tell me where you were born.” She rebuked.

“True.” He replied as he removed the scant paper from atop the object. “But I have told you where I live…” He said as he gently reached in, and drew a golden pocket watch from the small package.

“As have I.” She replied, drawing beside him as his fingers brushed across the cover.

“It’s beautiful.” He whispered, staring at the craftsmanship…and then he pushed upon the stem…the cover popped open to reveal a whirl of hands depicting time in a variety of fashions. But as intriguing as they were, his eyes found a far more endearing and enticing item…an engraving ‘Always, with love. Tabby’ on the inside of the cover with a golden rose in bloom beneath the engraved words, but the tip of the petals held a hint of red.

The door opened, pulling Albus from his memory as he glanced up into the stoic face of one of previous students, Minerva’s friend, Poppy Pomfry.


xoxoxxoxoxox


Poppy breathed a sigh of relief as she, along with the other half dozen healers proclaimed that the young witch on the table would live. It had been close, but the end result is all that Poppy was thankful for. Her friend would live. But as she walked out of the room and was greeted by the worried eyes of Albus Dumbledore, Poppy began to wonder exactly how much her friend had not corresponded about in her letters. Because, Poppy had seen the look contained within Dumbledore’s eyes before when giving news to a husband or wife; Dear Merlin he loves her. Poppy felt herself swallow hard as she steeled her face and reactions, Oh Minerva, what did you get yourself into? She silently asked as Dumbledore stood.

“She is alive.” Poppy stated and could feel the relief emanating from the small group, but more importantly his eyes. He made a move to head into her room, but Poppy placed her hand out, “I am afraid Miss McGonagall’s wounds are still being addressed and will not be able to see anyone for at least another hour.”

Albus nodded, “Very well.” His eyes slid past Poppy toward the room and then back to her, “Thank you.” He quietly stated and before she did anything foolish, Poppy nodded and turned around, tears in her eyes at what she knew was inevitable…finally understanding Minerva’s references about the man she had fallen in love with and her reluctance to state how she had met him, and who she had fallen in love with. For her best friend, Minerva McGonagall, had fallen in love with Albus Dumbledore. And as happy as she was that Minerva had not only admitted to herself, but apparently followed through, her heart broke just as quickly; because the man had obviously fallen in love with her too, an older version of her.


A/N: Hope you enjoyed this – let me know if you did And for those dying to know when he’ll ‘find out’; stay tuned for the heartache and fireworks next chapter.
This story so far is shaping up to be about 25 chapters, could even be a few more depending on the resolution
Hope everyone had a wonderful Holiday!

[twinkle]

Oh please, you can't stop here!!!
This was such a great new chapter and we were so close to see Albus find out who Morgana really is...
I have to admit that you have outdone yourself with this cahpter. I especially liked how Minerva tried to defend herself even when half-unconcious. And I also loved to see Albus' loving eyes at the end of the chapter.
Please give us more of this!!! And soon ;o)

[tabby19]

you cant stop there!!
thats cruel and unusual punishment!!!
hehe i loved it though!!
its such a wonderful story!! ;D
please udate soon!
~tabby19~

[asouldreams]

For those biting your nails, wanting to know how Albus will react...read for yourselves


Chapter 8

Minerva blinked her eyes open, the world blurrily coming to light, and she could make out the vague outline of a woman beside her. A woman whose face looked oddly familiar, and she felt her lips curl into a smile. “Poppy.” She muttered as a warm pressure tightened around her fingers.

“Hello.” She said, eyeing her friend closely, quickly noticing that her eyes were not focusing properly. “Can you see me?”

“Always the healer?” Minerva replied with a question of her own.

“And you have used up one of your nine lives with whatever stunt you pulled this morning, Minerva.” Her face turning into a frown, “You were a bloody mess when you arrived. What the devil were you thinking?”

Minerva narrowed her eyes, bringing Poppy’s face partially into focus, “I am, of course, happy to see you too.”

Poppy chuckled at her friend’s dry wit, but sobered at seeing Minerva’s squinting eyes. “How blurry?”

Minerva shrugged, trying to cast it off. She had been hurt before, and her body had always healed itself. “I can see images, but the clarity is lacking.”

At this Poppy sighed, “You may need glasses, dear.”

“A bit premature, even for you.” Minerva responded.

Poppy shook her head, “No. You split the back of your head, and there was trauma to the occipital lobe. Overall, you were fairly lucky, as we thought there may have been total vision loss.”

“I believe I shall still hope for a complete recovery.” Minerva arched her brow, “Vision included.”

They sat there for several quiet moments, finally Poppy touching on the topic she wished to discuss, but also knowing she needed to broach the topic as Dumbledore was anxious to see her. “Why didn’t you tell me about Dumbledore?”

Minerva opened her mouth to respond, but the door opened… “Damn French doors don’t stay closed.” Poppy muttered standing up to close it, but Minerva knew better. The door had not opened on its own. Albus was in the room.

“Poppy, can you give me some time?” Minerva asked, eyes fruitlessly scanning the room. She could feel two sets of eyes burning into her as she whispered, “Alone, please.”

“And what would you have me say to Albus Dumbledore who is waiting outside to see a woman he believes…” Minerva snapped her tirade, her jaw clenching.

“Poppy out.” The medi-witch starred at her friend, before shaking her head and snapping the door close behind her. Minerva’s eyes continued scanning the room, “Albus, I know you’re here.”

Seconds ticked by, and no one appeared. For a moment, Minerva doubted herself, but then she strengthened her resolve. “Albus.” She whispered, “Please, I can’t see as it is, but I can feel your magic.”

xoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxxoxox

Albus hesitantly reached for the handle, momentarily thinking better of invading Morgana’s privacy, but his desire to see her caused him to open it without another thought. He quickly entered, stepping to the side of the door, before raising his head and he found himself at a loss. Sitting on the bed was Minerva, not Morgana McGonagall. He vaguely heard Poppy’s words and Minerva snapping at her friend, and it was not until the doorframe shook did Albus realize he was still standing in her room. There was no explanation for Minerva to be along the French border, only Ministry operatives were permitted to freely travel here. He felt his stomach tighten as her soft pleas reached his ears, her voice resonating much like Morgana’s. He vaguely wondered if the McGonagall clan had a natural adeptness to detect a cloaking invisibility charm. “I thought you were in London, Minerva.” He stated calmly as he removed his charm, stepping to the bed.

She turned her head towards him, making out his tall stature, blue muted robes with blurry auburn hair and face came closer. “Probably better for all involved.” She replied. “And yourself,” She fought through her throat constriction to ask, “What brings you to Nantes?”

“I was in Normandy, but your cousin, Morgana was injured and we returned here for medical treatment.” He replied matter a factly, his eyes scanning over her youthful face, wondering what could possibly have happened to impair her vision. “What happened?” He quietly whispered.

“I….” Minerva found herself closing her eyes, and then turning her body away from his, fingers threading into the sheets, balling it into knots within the palm of her hand as she spoke. “I was on a mission, in Normandy.”

“Normandy?” He whispered, his mind whirling at who in the Ministry would authorize Minerva to embark on a mission into Germany, let alone Normandy. “What in Merlin’s name were you doing in Normandy? And who sent you?”

Minerva bit her lip to keep from crying out, but knew she could no longer keep the truth to herself. She did not respond for the longest time, trying to find a way to say two words, but each time she opened her mouth, a fresh trail of tears poured out of her emerald eyes. Finally her broken voice uttered, “You did.”

Initially Albus did not believe he heard her words correctly as they echoed throughout his body, you did. His mind frantically replaying dozens of conversations he had had while at the Ministry before disembarking to Normandy. He could not recall one exchange where a word was uttered about needing assistance in Normandy. Dumbfounded, he placed his long fingers delicately upon her shoulder, “Minerva, I do not understand.” He stated softly, “I gave no such order.”

Slowly, almost painfully, Minerva turned back to him, tears lining her eyes but they seemed to be obeying her and no longer graced her milky cheeks. “I…” She closed her eyes, feeling as though she were taking a stake to her own heart. With a deep breath, she opened her eyes and gazed up at him. “I am sorry, Albus.” He started to interrupt, but she shook her head, “Please, let me finish.” The young witch said, pulling herself into a partially sitting position. “I…” She stared into his face, picturing his blue eyes gazing back at her. But perhaps it was better that she could not see more than blurry shapes, that way…she wouldn’t have to see the heartache that was sure to be reflecting from his wonderfully blue eyes. “It started off as a way to help…” A fond smile graced the corners of her lips as she recalled the events from over 20 months ago. “To fight in the war.”

Apprehension began to swell through Albus as Minerva continued on with her story.

“To be something other than a file clerk to a hapless wizard who cared little for others, and far more about his own ambition. But for me to be eligible, not merely of wizarding age, I had to be over 21.”

He could feel his heart beginning to break as his mind leapt ahead, quickly grasping her brilliant plan. “So you became of age.” He watched as her head slowly nodded, “But not just a few years, for that would arise suspicion. And how to explain.” He felt his jaw ripple as his own emotions burst through him as he realized just who Minerva had become. “Morgana.” He whispered, tears brimming against his eyes as he met hers.

Her solitary word ripping through his heart, his soul. “Yes.”

Albus merely stared at the young witch before him, unable to move, to respond, to do anything other than, and stare as his brain processed the information. Minerva was Morgana, had been Morgana…the woman he loved did not exist, but was the aged person of his former student. Blinking, he felt hot tears burn down his cheeks. “How could…you?” He drew in another breath, mind a blaze. “I trusted you…” Raw words ripping from his throat, “I loved her…you…” Cutting through the heart of the witch as he continued on, heedless of the tears that had slipped off her lashes and were now streaming down her cheeks. “And you purposely deceived me, to what end, Minerva?” He snapped as his magic began crackling in the air. “For money, fame, power…”

“Love.” She whispered in response to his caustic words. At her simple yet heartfelt declaration, she bowed her head slightly, her voice quiet but absolute, “Please leave, Albus. I am in neither the condition nor the mindset to talk with you further.”

Anger, betrayal, hurt, loss, heartache, distrust…and a hundred of other emotions swelled through Albus as his grief filled eyes stared at the young witch, whose face was painfully familiar. He tried to see her as he had the day before, but he could only see her…as she was, Minerva. The young witch who had only recently graduated from Hogwarts, and was not quite 20. “I shall be back in a few hours.” He turned from her bed, his cloak billowing behind him in his quick movements.

“Albus.” Her voice was quiet, barely reaching him as his fingers slipped around the door handle. “If you believe nothing else I say, please believe that I never meant to hurt you.”

She could feel his indecision, and his anger…but then she heard the door open. “Get some rest…Minerva.” He stated, and then she heard the door snap close and Minerva felt another trail of tears begin as she sunk into her pillows, pulling the covers up to her chin. “Grant me strength.” She whispered into her sodden sheet as she closed her eyes, trying to remember the feel of his hands and the gentle timber of his voice as they had made love.

A/N: For all of you reading and not reviewing; bah-humbug. For those who have been reviewing; THANK YOU! This quick update is for YOU!

[tabby19]

that was wonderful, but so sad!!
hopfully Albus will come around!
thank you for the great update!!
~tabby19~

[twinkle]

Thank you so much for this very quick update. I'm checking at least twice every day as I always can't wait to read more
This new chapter was great but so very sad! My heart broke for Minerva as well and I hope Albus will remember the motive she named for her deeds. Love. This was such a cute idea to write the dialogue like this.
And I hope Poppy will be there for Minerva now.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Please update soon.

PS: Thanks for telling us why Minerva wears glasses

[micha]

Wonderful!!! Finally the truth is out!!! Lucky me was able to read the last two chapters in one sitting..., so I was spared the last cliffi...
- and as love conqueres all, Albus will get over his shock

[esoterica1693]

Oh, poor Albus and his poor Tabby!

Hopefully when he gets some rest and some time to think quietly and absorb everything, he will realize that nothing quiet Morgana ever did fits w/ his hurtful accusations of glory-seeking. Even if they don't get back together (which of course we all hope they will!) he needs to apologize for those words, once he has time to settle and absorb Minerva's apology to him, and her declaration of her true motive.

[AngelQueen]

“If you believe nothing else I say, please believe that I never meant to hurt you.”

*whimpers*

The truth is out now! *bounces* I figured Albus would be upset (can't really blame him), but let's hope he's more rational later on when he speaks to Minerva again!

Great chapter!

[sherbetkitty]

I haven't managed to read this in ages!
But oh my gosh, this is so cool...
I like how realistic you play emotion... When it's finished, it will be one of those fics I'll go read over and over again.. ^_^

[asouldreams]

Chapter 9

Poppy entered two hours later, to find her friend with swollen red eyes as she fought valiantly for a smile. “He came in.”

Minerva nodded, “When the breeze came through.”

“But I didn’t see anyone.” Poppy said, their earlier conversation suddenly making sense. “And he heard…”

At this Minerva shook her head, “No, but he was here to see Morgana and was rather surprised to find me in Nantes.”

“You told him.” Poppy declared as she stepped forward, hugging her friend who in turn clung to her as though she were a lifeline.

“He’s never going to forgive me.” Minerva mumbled into Poppy’s robes.

“Perhaps…one day.” She said soothingly as she rubbed her fingers across her back.

“And then what, Poppy?” Minerva asked, closing her eyes, “Will I get a best friend back or my lover?”

“I shall hope for both.” Poppy quietly replied, wishing her friend had not risked her life to assist in this war that had not claimed her life, but had taken and trampled her heart. “Now…” Poppy pulled back as she reached into her robes. “I know you want to wait…but,” She pulled a pair of oval glasses out. “I daresay it is most annoying for you to not see as you once did. Here.” She handed them to Minerva. “They are charmed to auto-adjust to your eyes needs.”

Minerva picked up the silver frames, trying not to curl her lip up in the process. “I hate glasses, Poppy.”

“Yes,” The medi-witch shrugged, “And I hate friends who almost die, but I’ve managed to get use to them.” She watched Minerva slip them on, “You will too.”

Minerva blinked as the world around her snapped back into pristine focus, as it use to be.

“Better?” Poppy inquired.

“Disturbingly so.” Minerva conceded as she gazed up at her friend, resignation lining her eyes. “Thank you, though I still am hoping my eyes get better.”

A warm smile spread across Poppy’s face, “I do too. Though,” She leaned back, folding her hands atop her knee, “The glasses are rather bewitching and …” Poppy’s brow knitted, “Eloquent.”

“Stop trying to make me feel better.” Minerva said, “Now…what’s my prognosis? Healer Pomfry?”

Poppy straightened up a bit, “Because this is a trauma center, we will release you tomorrow. You lost an exceptional amount of blood, internal bleeding from a ruptured lung, head trauma…you flew right past scraps and bruises, Minerva.”

Minerva recalled the duel last eve, she replied in hushed tones. “At least I came back, Poppy.”

“That you did, dear.” Poppy trying not to recall the bloody emerald heap that Albus had brought in, the worry in his voice and eyes. “That you did.”


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Albus felt his world swirl to a stop as his hand rested upon the cool metal handle. He needed to speak with her, but his emotions…were anything, but controlled. However, time was not a luxury that he had, for his team was supposed to return back to Normandy and then apparate into Berlin. With that thought, he steeled himself and then opened the door. His eyes immediately drawn to the black tresses flowing down the stark white sheets, and the witch perched up against the pillows talking with her friend, Poppy. Immediately the two witches stopped and turned to him, and he felt his breath catch as the light reflected off her newly acquired glasses.

She truly could not see me, earlier, he thought before stifling his personal feelings. “Miss Pomfry, if I could please discuss a few matters with Miss McGonagall in private?”

Poppy reached up and squeezed her friend’s hand as she stood. “Of course, however,” She stepped around the bed, eyes hard as she glared at him. “If at any time Minerva asks you to leave, I must insist you comply. She is far from recovered.”

Albus’ eyes momentarily flickered to Minerva and then back to Poppy, as he silently wondered how much Poppy knew of Minerva’s dubious double life. “Thank you, Poppy for reminding me of her recent trauma.”

Poppy bit the inside of her lip to stop her retort, and merely nodded before departing.

The door no sooner was pulled close and Albus quickly cast silencing charms around the room before turning his full attention back to Minerva. She in turn, merely stared at him, waiting.

Seconds dragged by as blue and green eyes swept over the other. Finally, Albus broke the stalemate. “How are you feeling?”

“Better, though…” Her eyes cast to the door, and Albus knew that she did not wish the healers, even Poppy to know how she was actually feeling. “Still a bit sore.”

His brow arched, “A bit?”

Minerva felt a hint of a smile, “Yes, and even less when Poppy comes back.”

“I have no doubt.” He replied, his trepidation at this conversation lessoning. “And,” He reached up, touching the frames of her glasses, “Are these to be permanent?”

“I certainly hope not.” She snapped.

“I am sure, that you will be rid of them as soon as humanly possible.” He said, mirth lining his voice.

“For certain.” She replied wanting to fall into his arms, to have him wrap them around her, to wake up…the faint smell of chocolate gracing her nose.

“Until then…” He pulled out his wand, “If you will allow me a small indulgence.” He waited for her hesitant nod before wordlessly casting a spell. He stepped back, eyes appraising his work and he couldn’t help the thought of seeing her now…and how she would be decades later. He could envision her peering over her glasses at him as he entered into a room, smile dancing in her eyes though partially obscured by her spectacles adding to the allure of the woman who sat before him. He brandished the thought, with a wave of his hand, a mirror appeared which he handed to her. He watched as she glanced at him, and then at herself…

He had altered her glasses from their oval shape into an elongated octagonal shape with paper-thin gold frames. She stared at them for a full minute, digesting the look…and she found that she liked it. It was simple, quaint and eloquent.

“They are complimentary, my…dear.” He stated breaking her concentration.

Slowly, she glanced up, banishing the mirror as she stilled her heart while remembering to believe that this act of kindness was just in Albus’ nature and meant nothing else. “Thank you.”

He bowed his head momentarily before bringing his eyes back to hers; “I need to speak with you about your…Morgana’s missions.”

Instantly her jaw tightened as her voice ground out, “They are one and the same.”

The glint in her eyes was unmistakable. It was one he had encountered countless times when debating against Morgana. “I did not come here to bring up…”

“Why did you come here, Albus?” She snapped, her own anger and pain bursting to the surface. “To see me and gloat?” Her comment caused him to visibly recoil as she continued. “As you feel my injuries were brought on from my inexperience or is it our personal…”

“Minerva, I did not come here to argue.” He interjected, eyes turning cold. “I came here for information.”

“What information do I possess that you do not?” She asked, eyebrow arching.

Albus placed his hands on the edge of the bed, feeling the weight of the past five hours pressing in around him as he stared into her eyes. “Whether I have fully accepted or not, you were a member of my team, and I did not have an opportunity to debrief you yesterday.”

She rolled her eyes, “A mission debriefing.” A harsh laugh leaving her lips, “I can’t believe you, Albus. How can you stand there, after everything we have shared, and ask about the bloody mission yesterday?” Tears began to swell into her eyes, “Did I mean nothing to you at all?”

Albus felt his own tears burning against his eyes at her words and the pure heart breaking look resonating in her eyes. The moment hung between them, before he finally spoke the only words he knew how. The only words that his heart would permit he utter, “Did you see the plans before you were ambushed?”

Internally, Minerva felt her world shatter into a thousand pieces. But through sheer willpower, she maintained her composure, unwilling to drop the façade and give him the satisfaction of how much his words had hurt her. Her words were short, crisp and laced with a hint of Scottish baroque. “Of course.”

Instantly he felt a chill settle across the room as she withdrew her magic in to herself, and as his eyes met hers…there was no warmth he had grown accustomed to seeing, no understanding…just a solid mass of green, penetrating eyes that stared back at him without feeling. He ground the next question out as though speaking with a mouth of sand. “And the location?”

“6 kilometers northeast of our last portkey location.” Minerva felt as though another person were answering the questions, it had a very surreal effect. “The building appears as the rubble remains of their museum.”

Albus stood, eyes peering over his half moon glasses. “Thank you.”

Minerva could feel a light breeze catching the wisps of her hair as she met his eyes, peering over the rim of her own glasses. Which oddly enough, she could see as though looking through the lenses, later she would learn that he had not only altered the shape of the glasses, but also charmed the surrounding area to act as though she was indeed looking through her lenses and not air. “Please tell Lizzy and Ian they are in my thoughts.”

“They will be in shortly.” He replied, “Feel free to tell them yourself.”

“How much have you told them?” She asked, trying to keep her voice level.

He drew his arms in front of him, crossing his fingers at his waist. “Only that you were injured and are recovering.”

“You haven’t told them that the woman they believed was Morgana, is me?”

He blinked to keep the tears from his eyes, “I believe you shall have a full afternoon. Good day, Minerva.”

A/N: Thank you sooooooo much for all your wonderous reviews!! What a wonderful x-mas present
Hope you enjoyed this bit…as the sentence from Poppy in this chapter is one of my favorites of the story ...
“Yes,” The medi-witch shrugged, “And I hate friends who almost die, but I’ve managed to get use to them.” She watched Minerva slip them on, “You will too.”

[esoterica1693]

Oh this was even more of a tear-jerker than the last. Albus is being such a jerk! Of course he's hurt, and he needs to get back to the front and his mission and doesn't have time, but sheesh....somehow he needs to make time to talk to her. Hear her full explanation. When he lets himself go a bit it's clear he still cares for her, even if he's not sure which version of her he's caring for.

The conversations w/ Lizzy and Ian shall be interesting indeed.

Perhaps after they learn, and are back in camp, they can help Albus deal w/ all his anger so that the next time he sees Minerva they can actually communicate.

Very anxious for the next update now! I can't stand it when they're estranged--not in my own stories and not in anyone else's!

[tabby19]

ahhh that was so sad!!
I hope albus realizes soon that he's in love with her whether she Morgonna or Minerva!!
Wonderful!! ;D
And Merry Christmas to you as well!!
~tabby19~

[micha]

Wow - you have outdone yourself - it is getting even better still !!!
I will have to find this story on ff.net to put on my favourites-list -sherbetkitty is right: this is one to read again and again (in one sitting)

[latindancingqueen]

OMG!! Your fic is awsome.
Please don't stop here. I hate cliffhangers.
And please tell Albus to get over his damn self and make up with Minerva!! I know he's hurt but seriously!

[asouldreams]

Chapter 10

Albus closed his eyes as the shot of fire whisky burned down his throat, as Gertrude spoke. “How the devil did you not realize she was a child Albus?”

Albus felt his jaw clench, “You met her yourself, Minister. How did you not realize she was over 20 years younger than she appeared? Also, she had created a world where the two could co-exist and virtually no one would realize the persons were one and the same; as she had a friend often pose or drop off her articles as herself, using polyjuice potion, to the prophet while on a mission with my team. Oft times, I would receive a letter from her whilst in the field…” He shook his head as he remembered one evening he had received one of Minerva’s letters while eating with her counter-part…

Albus’ eyes peered over the rim of his glasses as the weary owl settled onto the edge of the table, lifting his leg. Albus thought gave the owl a bite of his biscuit, as he untied the small parcel. No sooner had the owl’s leg been freed, and he spread his wings and was gone.

Albus’ fingers held the small parcel, eyes focused upon his name…the distinct handwriting, it was from Minerva. Neither had written much to the other the past two months, after she had left the Ministry. Though, he had been quite relieved to discover she had not defied the Ministry’s decree and had stayed in London. But…for him it had been a way of distancing himself from her…from becoming too attached. And now…his eyes swam over the package, wondering what lay within, he realized he had missed her quick intellect and young, sharp mind.

“Who is the parcel from?” Morgana asked, as she twirled a handful of noodles
onto her fork.

Albus shook himself from his momentary internal thoughts, and brought his eyes to the witch who had more than occupied his thoughts of late…for she embodied what he believed Minerva capable...and it was no wonder why he had been mildly attracted to the young witch…when the older one had completely enthralled him. “Your cousin, Minerva.”

Morgana raised her brow, “Ohhh…” She nodded towards it, “Well…what did she send? Hopefully some lemon drops.” She stated, reaching over to pick up her glass of wine, “You’ve been quite depressed since you ran out on Tuesday.”

Albus chuckled as his fingers deftly untied the wrapped, a small parchment falling to the table as the box became apparent. He curtailed his curiosity for an additional moment as he lifted the parchment…scanning, the hastily written letter.


Albus,
Queen to D2, check and I do believe mate. Thanks for the lovely game. And sorry this is coming so late for your birthday.
Minerva


Albus’ eyes darted to the board and watched as the Queen slid across the board…Morgana’s eyes following suite. “You have been playing chess with Minerva?”

Albus nodded, “Yes, we have been mailing our moves back and forth for some time, now.”

Morgana stood and walked over to the board, “I wondered who you played with.” She stated, eyes sweeping over the all too familiar board. “Looks as though she has you.”

Albus stood, setting the package down upon the table, remaining unopened and walked up behind, Morgana. His fingers gently resting on her shoulders, “And it seems as though I have you…”

Morgana turned around, green eyes sweeping over his face. “You truly care for her.”

“Of course.” He replied without hesitation, “She is going to become a brilliant witch one day, one I hope to be friends with.”

Morgana narrowed her eyes, “And nothing more?”

Albus chuckled, blue eyes sparkling, “What would make you…”

Tenderly she placed her fingers across his lips, “Your face lights up when she writes to you, Albus. When you visit her in London, upon your return it is quite noticeable. It’s as though, your weight has been lifted.”

He swept his arms around the woman before him, “You are what lightens my day, my dear. When I see her, I picture a world of possibilities after the darkness has risen, enabling the young to live a life without fear.”

“And when she declares her love for you?”

Albus blanched at her comment, “Surely not.”

Morgana took a measured breath, “I do believe my cousin is in love with you Albus, and in your own way, I believe you love her too.”

He stared deeply into her eyes…searching, before responding, “I do love her…but I am in love with you…” He replied before leaning forward, his lips meeting hers.

He felt something wet against his cheek, causing him to pull back…and the intensity of her emerald gaze swallowing him whole…and before he could ask or even discern the meaning of the heartfelt anguish and love, her words was ringing in his ears…

“Make love to me…”

Blue eyes swept over her…seeking affirmation as they had been intimate before, but…it had always been driven by need. A way to relieve their stress, affirm life. Yes, they had been courting…but this would be the first time…not punctuated by the eve of a battle or…after…

He found his body already responding to her simple proclamation…and at seeing his momentary hesitation, she continued. “I want to feel you inside me, Albus…” She moved her hips against his, “Feel your love…” She replied huskily as she leaned forward kissing his neck. “Not just the release of battle…”

He needed no further prompting…as he grasped her waist with his long fingers…pulling her against him as his lips found hers in a searing kiss. Tongues plunging against the other…as her fingers pulled his robes apart…and his brought her robes higher…

“I thought…” He broke the kiss as he suckled along her jaw, “You wanted to go sl…” His thoughts broke as her fingers wrapped around his length.

“I do…” She breathed, “I want you to…” His own fingers began dipping into her damp curls…causing her breath to catch… “Take me…slow…feel your length…” Her hand slowly stroked the length of him, “Slowly slide across me…”

His fingers dipped into cum…into her core…and back along her clit, eliciting a moan… “Like that…” He rasped.

“Yes…” She moaned as she spread her legs farther for him. “But…I…want ‘you’…” She breathed…pulling his already hard aching member towards her center. “All night…making love…no calls…no distractions…no plans…” She wrapped her leg upwards…as she stretched upwards on her toes…bringing their hips together…

And she could feel his gorging length press across her clit…and into the tip of her core… “No missions.”

He brought his hands to her waist and pulled her onto him…her head falling back as he groaned…their bodies joining together.

“Now…” Minerva moaned… “Let go…Albus.” She breathed… “And make love to me…”
…

Albus blinked, bringing the bar back into focus as he allowed the memory to pass…and how he…both of them had let go that night, with abandon and solidifying their relationship in love.

Gertrude spun her glass about the old oak table, black eyes following the steady movement of her fingers. “Dare I ask how important she is to your team?”

Albus adjusted his weight in the chair as her question resonated through his body, and how it struck upon two fronts; their personal relationship and her professional one. He felt himself take a deep breath, as he poured another shot of fire whisky. He didn’t have time to focus on the former, and as the Minister of Magic only needed to know of the latter. As much as he believed that Minerva’s talent was irreplaceable, he found himself downplaying her role and abilities. “She is quite talented for her age, but replaceable.”

Gertrude narrowed her eyes at her long time friend, “Are you certain? Thursday’s mission must be successful if we are to learn the whereabouts of Grindlewald.”

Albus nodded, “I concur, but I believe the Auror named Eric Wesson would be an adequate replacement.”

“And if I were to say that I’d be willing to overlook Miss McGonagall’s age discrepancy…”

“I don’t know if that is wise, Gertrude.”

“Really, Albus.” She replied leaning closer as she placed more of her weight on the table, “You have my rapt attention.”

Albus picked up the shot, fingering the light tumbler between his thumb and forefinger. His stomach twisting at the notion of willingly placing Minerva in danger. “She is not who I thought she was Gertrude,” He honestly replied before taking a breath to knock the drink back. “And I would strongly prefer not to have her along in this mission.”

“As much as I respect your opinion Albus, I must look past our personal wishes as not only the Wizarding world but the Muggle world hinges at the precipice of ruin. And as much as you have sacrificed Albus, I fear I will have to ask for more – even if it is the life of one of our young. No matter the cost, we cannot fail Albus, you know this as well as I.”

Long minutes ticked by as Albus wrestled with Gertrude’s proclamation. Finally he quietly raised his eyes, which had turned stone cold as he replied. “I can complete the mission without her.”

Gertrude didn’t pause in her rebuttal, “I am sure you can, but will you be alive to face Gellert?”

“Yes.” His reply was steadfast.

Nodding, she leaned back, taking a sip of her dragon brandy. “I’ve read through your mission briefing for Thursday, and it is quite vague how Minerva was to obtain the information regarding the museum.” She pursed her lips, “And I wonder if you would still be able to accomplish this feat with a different team member.”

“Minerva was quite skilled in infiltrating secure areas.”

“From your reports, I have no doubt in her skill. I do, however, have doubts in finding a replacement with her apparent knack for success.” Gertrude reached up and tiredly pulled her glasses off, sighing as she gazed at Albus. “She is a very gifted young woman, some have said she is your protégé, who has not only managed to fool the Ministry, her friends, even you into believing she was another woman entirely, but also managing to continue on with her perceived life in London. She has written brilliant articles for Transfiguration Today and even a handful of columns in the Daily Prophet. She has also organized and rallied untold support for me to revoke the age law.” The grey haired witch reached across the small table, her hand slipping atop of his. “I do not know nor am I going to surmise how you must feel to have found out that one of your previous students has been masquerading as a woman several years her senior. A woman whom I daresay you were able to view as an equal, only to discover she was your protégé.” She felt Albus beginning to pull his hand back, but she tightened her grip. “I care for you Albus, and I shall never speak about this to another soul, but your personal feelings regarding Minerva are clouding your judgment. There is no one to replace her, is there?” She peered deeply into his eyes, trying to ascertain what he could possibly be protecting. Her mind quickly sorting through known facts about Minerva’s course of study, areas of expertise… “She’s an animagus.” She stated, hand falling from Albus’ as he closed his eyes, “An unregistered…”

At this, Albus’ eyes snapped open cold fury pouring forth as his voice cut deep. “You have many speculations Gertrude.”

“True…but she is an animagus. The truth was in your eyes, Albus.” She drank the last of her brandy in an effort to ease her mind with the words she knew she would speak. “She stays on your team.” As Albus opened her mouth to protest, she shook her head. “The decision is final. I leave it to you whether or not she continues as Minerva or Morgana, as her reports have all been signed as M. McGonagall. However, once the war is over, Minerva will need to register her animagus form.”

“You are under the assumption that Minerva would like to continue in her war efforts.”

Gertrude picked up her glasses, “She’s been fighting for the past 2 years and she’s a patriot. I have no doubt.”

“Very well.” He relented, “But her records are to be classified, and once the war is over, it shall be her choice to reveal her animagus form.”

“Albus there are strict laws requiring…”

“And Britain owes her far more than it shall ever be aware of.” He stated, eyes unwavering. “Your word Gertrude.”

Gertrude drew out her wand, “You have it.” She made a handful of arcing motions; a Latin symbol glowed in the air as she sealed her vow. Pushing back her chair, she stood. “I shall see you after Gellert falls. In the interim, reign in your emotions Albus, or it will be all of our undoing.”


A/N: Hope you are still enjoying Happy New Years!!

[twinkle]

I've not been logged in yesterday so I couln't comment but.... THIS WAS GREAT!!!
Thank you so much for the last two updates!!!

I hope Albus will think about his own actions a big deal more after his talk with Gertrude. Am I mistaken in assuming this to be Gertrude Gamp? And I am glad that Albus will have to face Minerva again on his next mission. Just let him always see what he had... perhaps he will come round and see reason ;o)

I'm looking forward again to the next chapters (no, you can't satisfy me before the end of your wonderful story^^).

And a happy new year to you, too.

[BonesBooth]

This story is completely amazing. I love it!

But Albus needs to realize that he really loves Minerva. I think they having to be together on the mission will be interesting, but hopefully make him realize that he truly does love her and can forgive her.

Have a Happy New Year!

[sherbetkitty]

Oooff...
I wonder how Albus and Minerva will fight together after that revelation...
Btw, I like how u wrote Albus' reaction. It's so... realistic. ^_^ N good of Gertrude to be the voice of reason!
Tnx for the update!
Hope u had a very good New Year!