Ich heirate eine Familie

[Junora]

Ich heirate eine Familie



It is ADMM but with a bit twists here and there but I hope you like it.
This is my second story so be kind.

Dear dianahawthorne is my beta, she is wonderful.
I had the idea for this story after a chat with lemondrop, so it is part of her Idea.
I love you two dearly, you both are great.


disclaimer: I don't own anything from HP to IHEF

Chapter 1


“Heavens, Minerva, don't be like that! The divorce was nearly a year ago and you're still living in this one-horse town,” was Rolanda’s grumpy answer as she paced up and down her best friend, Minerva McGonagall’s, living room carpet.

“Sit down, you’ll ruin my carpet!” was all Rolanda got for an answer.

Minerva knew that Rolanda was right, she had moved to Aronnen – a little town in north Norway – only because of love. Bernhardt Olsen, now her husband, had to move back home.

They met at a ministry function in London – he was working for the Department of Conviction of Light Magical Crimes, and she was working at the Department for Theoretical and Practical Transfiguration at the Ministry of Magic.

After twelve years of marriage, three children at the age of ten, seven, and four, and several affairs from his side, she had enough.

Every time he told her it was a mistake and it would never happen again, but on their wedding anniversary he was seen flirting heavily with one of his co-workers. She had had enough and brought the children over to her neighbours.

When he came home he saw all of his things on the street – she had finally kicked him out..

“... and think about it, next year is Lilly's eleventh birthday, she could attend Hogwarts and get the same education you are so proud of. You always said your wish is that your children could go to Hogwarts one day,” Rolanda’s voice brought Minerva out of her musing.

“Yes, you’re right, I'll come back with you, I think that’s the best thing I can do. I miss my parents and Scotland and my friends dearly,” was Minerva's smiling reply.

“Wonderful, let’s start packing,” said Rolanda.

[goldencat]

I like the beginning. Whom she will meet there back at Hogwarts....
If I would be married and my husband would have done this to me, well at first I would have put his things on the street, too, and then I would set it on fire and afterwards I would probably dance around it. (Zum einstimmen)
And if I would go on now, I would still be sitting here tomorrow.
Scheint der Anfang von etwas größerem zu werden, also hau in die Tasten and update soon.

[Junora]

Danke schön goldencat, ich werde mich bemühen. XD
Like always all my thanks to diana

Chapter 2



“Ahh, Albus just the man I'm looking for. What do you think, should we head over to London and have a few drinks?”

Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his favourite wicker chair on his back porch, as Alfons, Rolanda Hooch’s husband, came into view.

“You just want to take advantage that the wife isn't home, old philanderer,” was Albus' smirking reply as he watched Alfons over the rim of his half moon spectacles.

“And how do you, oh almighty, all-knowing discoverer of the twelve uses of dragon blood, supreme Mugwump and defeater of the Dark Lord Grindelwald, get that information?” asked Alfons with mock-surprise.

“Because I am the great defeater of the dark Lord Grindelwald, the discoverer of the twelve uses of dragon blood, and of course we don't want to forget that I am Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, I have the Order of Merlin First Class, and I am the only wizard Voldemort ever feared. We don't want to withhold that kind of information, don't we?”, said Albus in an arrogant voice. “And because I know all of your quirks, my dear friend.”
“Och, Albus you know how much I love Rolanda, but sometimes a man has to do what he has to do. You of all people should know that, 'Mister Bachelor of the century'!” said Alfons with raised eyebrow.
“Alfons, if I come with you, would you do me a favour?”
“Sure, Albus just say it!” replied Alfons
“Shut the fuck up”, answered Albus angrily.

A few hours later Alfons and Albus were walking through Muggle London, looking for a nice pub called Geschwister Avaritia.

“Albus, do you have sometimes the urge to find a woman and settle down, raise kids etc.?”, asked Alfons out of the blue. “I mean you only have a woman for a night or two but nothing serious so far.”
“And that out of your mouth, Oh Brutus, who is the one married to a woman and but has still several women on hand?” was Albus’s dry reply.
Alfons saw his mistake and did not mention it for the rest of the night, but as night became day both of them had a woman in their bed.



tbc...

[goldencat]

That's nasty of Alfons. Not better than Minerva's Ex. And I appreciate Albus' actions also not really.
Auf gut Deutsch: Schweine!!!!!
Anyway, it's getting really interesting.
Mach schön weiter so.

[Junora]

Danke schön,

naklar ich versuche mein bestes ;p

About Albus I know he is abit ooc but I promise he changes.
since it is inspired from the german series Ich heirate eine Familie and the main charakter behaves at the beginning like an a......, he has too.

But it is just the begining.

Hug Lottie

[phantomgirl]

Nice Story!

[Junora]

Chapter three


Two days ago Rolanda got Minerva to leave Norway and come back to Scotland.

In the meantime Minerva tried to explain her children why they would leave - it wasn't very difficult with Lilly and Marcus, but Felix was different.

But Papa comes with us, right, mama?” asked four year old Felix hopefully.

“No sweetheart, papa stays here. But you can visit when ever you want I promise,” said Minerva and hugged her son tightly.

“Doesn't he love us anymore?”

“Of course! Papa loves you all very much, he just has a lot to do at the moment, thats all!” was Minervas hesitant answer.

“Sure, like doing the horizontal dance with some bitch, I bet he even has other children here and there,” came the answer from the living room door. Minerva turned around to the voice of her ten year old daughter.

“Lillian Moira McGonagall, I don't want to hear such language in this house again. And where do you learn those words?” asked Minerva shocked.

But instead of an answer Lilly just rolled her eyes, went back to her room, and packed the rest of her things, sulking.

Minerva resisted the urge to follow her daughter, she just packed the last of the things scattered around the house, which, despite magic, took three more hours.

As everything was stored away, the small family took a last sad look at the house they called home for the last twelve years. But Minerva was sure enough that everything would be better when they where back in Edinburgh.

They would live with Minerva's parents for the time, at least as long as it took to find a place of their own. Luckily, Mèave and Harold didn't mind because they didn't see their youngest daughter and their grandchildren often.

Minerva accepted grudgingly because she knew how happy her parents would be. So it was decided that they would stay at McGonagall Manor.

It didn't took long, and soon all four were standing in the entrance hall of McGonagall Manor surrounded by relatives.

“Minerva, my dear child, it is so wonderful to see all of you again. Your visits are so rare and your father and I missed you so much. It is so sad that you and Bernhardt are separating.  Are you are sure you can't work your differences out?” asked her mother and hugged a stunned Minerva.

“Opa!” Felix screamed happily and ran towards his grandfather.

“Dear lord, you all have grown so much! Come and give me all a big hug,” said Harold and hugged all of his grandchildren.
“It is nice to see you too Dad!” said Minerva drily, who felt a bit left out.
Tbc...


ok Leute, I have a lot to do over the next weeks, but I try to update at least once a week.
so if you want more please review I really would like to know if you like it. ( I know phantomgirl and goldencat like this one)

[Blue]

ooh I can't wait to see how Min's going to get Albus to change his ways

update soon! Ich freue mich schon darauf!

[Katheryn Mae]

*raises hand* I love it too! Just curious, what does the title mean? I love, love it. Okay ... shutting up now so I can go write my own stories.

[Junora]

Thank you very much *blush*
the translation of the title is *I marry a family* more or less.

Oh and just so you don't kill me. In this Story Minerva don't know Albus, I know it is not like always but is has to be this way. sorry

*hide behind bed*

Hugs Lottie

[Katheryn Mae]

lol. It's okay, and thanks.

[Twisted Peppermint]

nice story! i feel sorry for minerva though... and right now for rolanda too because of her d*** husband

[goldencat]

Yes, one could say that I like this story. ;D
I love how you're writing the children. Felix reminds me of the little boy of the family here. And maybe his older sister will be alike Lillian when she will be as old as her. She's already turning in this direction. Well, we'll see.
And thanks for cheering me up a bit. Now I have to go back to my own stories.
Warte schon ungeduldig wie’s weiter geht.

[lemondrop]

ooooh I love it! And you so perfectly hit the characters (of the series I mean ) Looking forward to the next chapter.
Back to learing for my A-levels... it's so booooring...
Greets lemondrop

[Junora]

Chapter four

Rolanda was sitting in front of her kitchen-table, drinking her sixth cup of coffee. She was angry, she had found a red bra in her bed, and she knew she didn't have red bras. So the only logical thing was that Alfons had brought one of his sluts to their bed.

“Honey, I'm home!” she could hear him call out.

“In the kitchen,” was her reply.

The moment Alfons came into the kitchen, he could see the red bra on the counter, and he knew he should have asked his last if she had all her underwear with her.

“Shit!” was all he could say.

“Shit is right mister, I have tolerated your actions long enough, every time you had a new one I though he changes it is some sort of midlife crisis or so. I could just look away and pretend when you were away in some nameless hotel. But after you brought one of your sluts to our bed I couldn't pretend anymore, I really loved you, but that is over now. I have enough. I want you gone this evening and I don't want to see you ever again!” said Rolanda and left an irritated Alfons behind.

“But, Darling, what about the welcome home party you wanted to throw for Minerva, do you want to do everything alone?” asked Alfons.

And like he thought she came back, but to Alfons’s surprise she came back with her wand drawn, pointed directly at his throat.

“Oh no, my dear, I will throw this party but I don't need your help. You, my darling husband, are going to pack all your things and get the hell out of my house. You can sleep at your shop until you have some place of your own.”

After that, she was gone, and Alfons was left all alone to do what she told him.

“Heavens, what have I done?” was all he said as he began packing.


In the mean time Rolanda was sitting in Poppy Pomfrey’s living room.

“Poppy I can't believe he thought I didn't noticed his womanizing, it isn't as though he was very discreet.” said Rolanda as Poppy poured the tea.

“Rolanda, I know he is an old philanderer, but don't you think you are overreacting? I mean, as you said it wasn't the first time, so why are you freaking out over it?” asked Poppy with a raised eyebrow. She had asked herself more than once why Rolanda had married Alfons in the first place. But what was the old saying – 'The eyes of love are blind'.

“Whatever, I wanted to host a welcome home party for Minerva and I need a bit of help. Are you interested?” asked Rolanda hopefully.

“Of course! After all, Mina is my friend too. What do I have to do?”

“Your job is to convince Minerva to actually attend her own party.” said Rolanda, smirking. Both women knew how much Minerva hated parties.



“Minerva, what do you think, do you want to celebrate your returning home with Poppy and me, just a few drinks nothing more! And your parents could babysit the kids.” asked Rolanda as she Floo-called Minerva after she left Poppy.

“Rolanda, I really don't know, I mean I just arrived.” said Minerva hesitantly.

“Oh come on Mina, just Poppy, you and me, like old times.” said Rolanda, begging.

“Dear Lord, if you stop getting on my nerves I will come with you.” said Minerva

“Rolanda Hooch, I thought it were just us three going out for a drink? What the heck where you thinking, you know how much I hate parties, especially when I'm the guest of honour!” Minerva yelled.

“Mina, please, do it for us; I mean you can see how much Rolanda did so it would be a nice party.” begged Poppy with big puppy eyes.

“Uuuuh, okay, fine but I won't enjoy myself. Is that clear?” said Minerva angrily.

“Crystal clear”, answered both women unison

Minerva couldn't believe it, but secretly she thought it was a nice idea of her friends’.


Albus was standing a little bored at the party Alfons had asked him to attend. First he didn't want to go, because mostly Alfons wouldn't leave without a new woman and surprisingly so would he.

“Albus, my friend, are you enjoying yourself?” asked a nervous Alfons

“Alfons, could you please explain to me why you are pacing around like a wild animal in a cage? Especially as you were the one asking me into this party.” was Albus' surprised question.

“Ok, you remember that I told you Ro and I had an argument?”

“Yes?”

“Well, that was a lie, she kicked me out, I live now in the backroom of my store,” said Alfons

“Let me guess, if she sees you here, she will kill you because she told you if she ever sees you again, especially on the party where she is the host?” said Albus with an evil smirk.

“Yeah, something like that.” was Alfons's weak reply.



At the other side of the party Minerva wasn't happy as well.
She knew that her children were safe with her parents, but nonetheless she wanted to go back home. She hated it when she lost control over anything.

And the worst part was that she had to go back by broom, because of the wonderful wards from her friends, which meant no Floo network, no Apparation, no nothing, except for brooms and Portkeys (if they were arranged in advance).

“Rolanda, everything is really very nice, but I am worried about the children and I'm going home now. And because I need one hour from here back home I want to leave as early as possible.”, said Minerva while she hugged her friends goodbye and turned toward the door as someone run straight into her.

“Can't you look where you are going? You are not the only human being on this bloody planet.” said Minerva without looking at the stranger.

“If you want to lay all the fault at me, you could at least be nice and look me in the face.” said Albus, hopefully she would recognize him and apologize.

But his hope were destroyed as she looked him in the face and said; “So what, I looked at you, now get out of my way, some people have lives of their own.”

Minerva was about to go when Alfons left in a hurry with Rolanda on his heels, and vanished outside the house with a Portkey.

“Ok, now that is a real problem, he had my Portkey.” whispered Albus.

“Did you say something interesting?” came the sarcastic reply from Minerva.

“We arrived here together. That was my Portkey too. And because this place is charmed to death even I can't Apparate from here.”

“If you are really nice and promise to behave, Minerva will take you home on her broom. Right Mina?” said Rolanda as she came back after chasing Alfons

TBC...

Sorry folks I know that chapter is boooring but his has to be done. Just so you know I nearly died writing it. because my muse left me

[goldencat]

I don't think it's so boring. What a shame that Alfons could escape. Wär interessant gewesen wenn sie ihn erwischt hätte; hehe ;D ;D
But it's better for Rolanda.
Curious how their way home is going to be.
Hope your muse comes back soon.
Also, schreib schnell weiter

[phantomgirl]

Nice update!!
Hopefully Min starts being nicer to Albus.

[Minerva577]

Ahhhh! Why did you have to stop there!! Evil! I can't wait for their broom ride together...maybe someone will end up on top of one another or lost ohhhh! I cant wait!!!
-M

[Junora]

Hi guys,
sorry I haven't posted in a while, but my lovely beta diana is a bit indisposed at the moment.
So I wait till her computer is back.

But I can tell that next chapter happens nothing special. but chapter six is fun I promise (at least I hope) XD

Hugs Lottie

[minerva56]

Das ist wirklich total cool... I hope your beta is up in no time ;-)

[Junora]

Hi guys, I'm back.
Now that my lovely beta is back you get more chapters alot sooner.


Chapter five

Minerva stared at her long-time friend Rolanda in shock. Was she crazy? This was out of the ordinary even coming from Rolanda – she couldn’t believe that, on the brink of leaving, Rolanda would suggest that she take this… this… man she didn’t even know back to his house on her broom.

But as she looked at the man who was the source of all this trouble, she went against her inner voice (which was screaming ‘don’t, for heavens’ sake, do it!’) and replied, “Sure, I’ll take him home.” Turning to her passenger, she told him sternly, “Don’t do anything kinky or else you’ll find yourself flying home without the aid of a broom. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am, crystal clear,” Albus replied.



A few minutes later, both were heading for the broom shack, when Minerva saw his watch fall out of his pocket. She thought that he’d pick it up himself, but he didn’t seem to notice it was gone. She picked it up and decided to give it to him when they reached his home – it wouldn’t do for him to drop his watch from the air!

Albus, ever the gentleman, wanted to make small talk, “So do I get to know the name of my heroine, or do I just call you my knightess in shining armor?” asked Albus with a hint of sarcastic humor.

“If you must know, my name is Minerva McGonagall, but I would prefer it if were just silent along the flight. I don’t like to be distracted when I fly,” was Minerva’s answer.

“Thank you very much, Ms. McGonagall for introducing yourself. And I want to make it easy for you so you don't have to ask me. My name is Albus Dumbledore – maybe you recognize me, I have discovered the twelve uses of dragon blood, you know, the Albus Dumbledore!” gloated Albus a bit, at least she should know who she had behind her on her broom.

“Oh my gosh, you mean the Albus Dumbledore, the famous Albus Dumbledore?!” exclaimed Minerva in a girlish scream.

“Yes, my dear, the one and only!” said Albus with his ego on cloud nine.

“Sorry, doesn't ring a bell!”, said Minerva, shrugging.

As fast as she had boosted his ego, she had brought it back down again, and all in a blink of an eye.

So Minerva mounted her broom, and waited till Albus was sitting behind her.

“So Mr. Dumbledore, a few rules: no touching, no speaking and no moving at all,” said Minerva.

“Yes Ma'am!”


Albus didn’t mind the chance to sit behind Minerva and study her. She was a beauty’ thick, dark hair, braided into a delicate plait, a small waist where his hand rested, sparkling green eyes, and a nice ample bosom. (Not that he had looked at it, after all, he was a gentleman.)
But the most amazing thing was, apart from the fact that she didn't know him, she didn't treat him like all the other women, like the almighty hero.

Although, once in a while, he brought it up once or twice in a conversation to impress some of these women, he didn't like it. He wanted a women who liked him for himself with all the quirks and everything that made up his personality.

Minerva was thinking a bit herself. This Albus seemed nice on the fourth look, and if he wouldn't mention his achievements so much he would be a really decent man. She hadn't enough time to think more about him because he pointed his house out for her and she got ready to land.

After Albus got off the broom, thanked her, and turned around to go inside, her voice stopped him.

“Mr. Dumbledore, excuse me, but I should give this to you, you lost it earlier on your way to the brooms,” and she held his pocket watch out for him to take.

“Oh, thank you very much Minerva!” he exclaimed, “My grandmother gave me that to my graduation as a present and it means very much to me. I wouldn’t like to think what I would have done if I’d lost it. How can I ever repay you?” said Albus, his blue eyes shining.

Minerva smiled the most beautiful smile.

“You could take me out for dinner next week!” said Minerva and at the same moment she thought ‘where does this came from?’

“I would be delighted to take such a beautiful lady out for a nice dinner,” he said, and with that, Albus bowed deeply and vanished behind his door.

She was speechless, and stood on his front porch for some minutes before recovering enough to fly home. She had to think about what had just happened, and she couldn’t keep it to herself. But she couldn’t tell Roland about the date – all their friends would know seconds later. She could tell Poppy – Poppy would respect her confidences.

Now, all she had to do was wait for an owl from Albus.

TBC...


Oooook, so folks what do you think I know she was to soon to friendly but so I can skip a few things.

Please review, I need your input.

Thanks Lottie

[goldencat]

Yes, she had really been a bit too friendly, but she had been good at the beginning. It had been quite good for his ego to hear something like that. ;D
How the date will be going....
Mach weiter so

[ginevrahermione]

UPDATE!!!
Rolanda's husband's a right pig. Want to see something nasty happen to him *grins evilly*
Loved Albus' ego crushing - he really needs that. Minerva was a bit cruel though - no?

[Junora]

Chapter six


Minerva arrived back at home half an hour after she had left Albus’s house.
She was tired and wanted nothing more than to crawl into her bed and sleep until noon the next day, but, only an blink of an eye later, her mother came down in her nightgown with an oversized shawl over her shoulder.

“My dear, why are you home so early? Did something happened at the bar?” asked her mother worriedly.

“No mum, I was just a bit tired, so I came back.
Sorry, I didn't want to worry you. Okay, mum I'm going to bed, good night,” said Minerva and was gone, leaving her confused mother in the foyer.

Minerva might be a bit tired but she couldn't help it, she had the feeling that she had a silly grin on her face since she left Dumbledore.
Why was it that she felt so happy – she didn't even liked the guy! Or did she?
He was an arrogant, autocratic and self centered man, who apparently liked nothing more than to speak of his achievements and what a wonderful man he was. Duh.

But on the other hand he had the most beautiful sapphire blue eyes she had ever seen.
And these eyes were apparently the reason Minerva couldn't stop think about him. It was as though she was hypnotized by his eyes and she had to admit he was handsome – not in the normal way, but he had something.

As Minerva was sitting in front of her vanity mirror brushing her hair out, a large barn owl was flying towards her window, a letter in its beak. As it arrived on the windowsill, it tapped against the closed window to let the woman inside know it was there.

But apparently the woman was deaf, so it kept tapping against the window until it broke, bringing Minerva back to the present.

“Oh, my, couldn't you be a bit more careful with my window the next time?” muttered Minerva a bit angrily.

“Careful? Careful?
I’ll show you careful! Is it my fault that you were somewhere in La-la-Land?
I could have died in front of that bloody window of yours, you know. It is freezing outside!
I'm tired, hungry and thirsty! It isn't like my human is living next door!
And all you can do is to complain about you bloody useless window! Why am I talking to you?
It is not like you could understand me, bloody useless human”, chirped the bird angrily and huffed the feather a bit more than necessary

“Ooh, yeah, I'm sorry, I was a bit absent-minded, apparently I wasn't really listening.
See, no real damage,” explained Minerva to the angry bird and with a jerk of her wrist the window was whole again.
“You, don't have to ruffle your feathers too much, I already told you I'm sorry!
Look, you can rest in the Owlery behind the Manor – you can get food, rest, and water there,” huffed Minerva as she searched her room for a few treats.
After locating them, she gave the bird a few and stroked its feathered neck soothingly.

“Okay, little fellow, let’s take a look at the letter you brought, hmm?” said Minerva and opened the letter.

Dear Ms McGonagall,

I hope I don't offend you when I ask if you are free for dinner. I would be delighted if we could go out next Sunday evening – I know of a wonderful little restaurant where I would love to take you.

I hope Ethan was behaving himself, he can be quite the troublemaker.


Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore


Minerva smiled as she read the small letter. She knew what to write in response, and indeed it took only thirty seconds to write her reply, but an hour to persuade Ethan to take the letter and deliver it as soon as possible.




Meanwhile, Rolanda was sitting in front of the living room fireplace with a scotch in her left hand and her wedding band in the palm of her right hand.

She wanted to throw it in the fire but she couldn't. As much as Alfons had hurt her, she still loved him despite his affairs and lies.

She had thought long and hard about it – maybe she could give him one last chance, She knew he was a wonderful man deep down, but what she couldn't understand was why was he having these affairs. Was it because she wasn't attractive to him anymore? Or was it that he thought the sex wasn't satisfying? She couldn't understand it what was she doing wrong.

And then a thought hit her like a Italian heath dragon (hit by eight tons is not good!) if she ever wanted these answers she had to talk to her soon-to-be-ex-husband. If she wanted peace she had to speak with him.


tbc...


Ok guys, I'm sorry to leave you here but I'm stuck. I hope I get my muse back for the next chapter.

A biiiiiiiig Thank you for Diana she is the best beta AND Friend ever.

Love you dear!

[Junora]

Chapter Seven

 
 
 
Albus was pacing the floor in his living room. He had send Minerva the letter last night, and Ethan should have arrived this morning.
 
He knew he should have send Fawkes with the letter but he didn't want to scare Minerva. Now that he had to wait till this slow bird had the grace to show up, he could have kicked himself for choosing the more conventional method.
 
 
“Aargh, for heaven’s sake, where is this stupid bird?” yelled Albus, frustrated.
 
At that precise moment a barn owl, obviously exhausted from weather and stress, arrived at his window.
 
“Where have you been? I was worried! Did she not want to answer my letter?” Albus asked, and took the letter from Ethan's leg.
 
“Where was I? WHERE WAS I? You bloody, useless, uncaring ass. I COULD HAVE DIED OUTSIDE! I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but outside this wonderful house is a FUCKING BLIZZARD! You are lucky I'm not a bloody snowman! Next time you can send your precious little familiar so he can freeze to DEATH!” screeched the owl angrily, nipping Albus’s fingers forcefully enough to draw blood. Ethan flew to the highest part of the roof to sulk.
 
“Ow, what was that for?” asked Albus as he sucked on his injured finger.

As he opened the letter he felt something drop on his head. As he looked up he could see Ethan ruffle his feathers and (if it is even possible) try to hide a smug grin.

He had pooped on his human’s head.
 
With a flick of his hand he was clean again, and sat down on his couch to read the letter he got from Minerva.
 
Dear Mr Dumbledore,
 
I would be delighted to go out on Sunday, pick me up at seven.
 
I'm looking forward to it.
 
Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall
 
Albus didn't know what to do, he wanted to scream from the rooftops of London but at the same time wanted to keep it quiet that he was on a date with the hottest woman ever.
 
So he did the only other thing he could do: begin to plan the date with Minerva.
 
He called the only woman he had met in his long life, who didn't even considered him as a man.
 
“Esther, my dear, how are you wonderful woman?” asked Albus as he stepped though the fireplace at Esther Steinberg's home.
 
“Albus, nice of you to show up. What can I do for my boy?” asked Esther as she looked over her small rimmed glasses and put down her paperwork.
 
“Essa, my dearest of all. Do you know that you are even lovelier than the last time since I saw you?”
 
“All right, stow it, I'm 396 and I have heard it all, so what do you want? You don't have to crawl at my feet. You only speak that way when you want something, so what is it?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
 
“You know, I met this nice woman and I wanted to ask if you could keep a nice quiet table at your restaurant free for us? I know that you don't do that even for Family but I think she is special and I wanted to go to the best restaurant in magical Berlin. Please!” begged Albus as he got down on his knees.
 
“Oh for heaven’s sake, Albus for the greatest wizard on earth you behave like a schoolboy with a huge crush. She must be one special girl if you beg in front of me on your knees. The last time you did, that was with that Mackinnon girl, as you were still at school and you told me she was the love of your life!” she laughed and got up from behind her desk.
 
“Yes ,yes I know, but this is different, she is a magnificent woman and I don't want to impress her with achievements...” he began
 
“But with a date at the bloody best restaurant in all magical Berlin, I understand,” finished Esther with a hearty laugh
 
With red ears Albus looked sheepishly over at his second mother – the woman who raised him and his siblings after his parents had died shortly after his sister was born.
 
“You know, for an immortal, you are not as sensitive as you should be,” said Albus, as he tugged at his earlobe.
 
“I know dear heart, but I'm old enough to do as I want,” answered Esther with a smile.
 
“By the way, my boy Abe and Ari want their big brother over, they want to celebrate Eisheiligen you know how much your sister loves to start replanting her garden.”, said Esther casually.
 
“Yeah, I know Essa tell Ari I come over the next time. I promise but first I want to make a good impression on Minerva, she is special, I really want to make this work. Please Mama!” begged Albus with puppy-dog eyes.
 
Esther was at the brink of tears, “The last time you called me that was when you had to hunt the little Grindelwald boy down and you wanted me to make it all better. Ooh okay, I have to look through my books but I think that is okay...” said Esther annoyed.
 
“Thank you,” exclaimed Albus as he hugged his adoptive mother tightly, giving her a loud kiss on her forehead.
 
“Go now or I’ll tell Ariana that you where insulting her favorite pet demon,”

“She has a new one?”

“Yes, a big fire Jaguar, evil little demon, which is thankfully still a kitten.”, smirked Esther, she knew how much Albus hated the pet choices of his siblings.

“Ok, bye Essa, love you,” and with that he was gone through the green fire of the Floo-network.
 


Rolanda made her way towards her husband’s Quidditch shops. Ironically, this was the first reason why she fell in love with Alfons – not the shop itself but his love for this quite exciting, though sometimes dangerous, sport.
 
She was standing outside the main window and looked in at the lovely decorations. Why did he break her heart so many times? Why did she still come back to him?
 
Just as her strength was about to leave her Alfons choose this moment to look out of the window and see his wife standing in front of it in tears.
 
“Landa? Is that you?” asked he as he came out of his shop.
 
“Yes, I have to speak with you, and I need honest answers Alfons!”, said Rolanda, her voice breaking.
 
“Yes, yes, of course, what do you want to know?” asked Alfons eagerly as he let her to the rooms behind the shop.

As she sat down all she could do was to look him straight in the eye and ask him one word.
“Why?”
 
TBC....
 
tja guys, I know I'm evil but I thought that if you want to know how it works out with Ro and her husband or even Min and Albus you could leave me a little review, just a wee one so I know if it is ok, good or if it sucks and I should go into exile for the rest of my life.
 
All it takes is a review from more than one reader.
 
Love my little beta Diana, you're the best. *hug her till she turns blue* *uups*

[twinkle]

It get's more and more exciting as the plot develops.... ;o)

I really like your story as there is more than one couple involved which gives it a bit of backgroundstory.

Perhaps you could mark changes of scenery a bit more explicitly, though. You could for example just seperate the different scenes by some ---

Please continue soon ;o))

PS: Klasse, dass sie sich in einem Restaurant in Berlin treffen, denn es gibt hier wirklich gute!!! Ich kann das sagen, denn ich wohne über einem

[Junora]

Chapter Eight

 
 
“Why?” asked Rolanda.
 
“Why do I always break my promises, why do I always lie to you, or why do I always break your heart although I love you more than my worthless, unimportant, indifferent – you know you can stop me at any time – stupid, little life?” asked Alfons with sad eyes.
 
“Yes, something like that,” Rolanda replied, “And please be honest with me this time.”
 
“To be truly honest, I don't know. I think I just wanted to prove that I'm still desirable and that I can still satisfy a woman, that I have still the stamina of a man half my age,” Alfons tried to explain to his wife.
 
“And you couldn't just ask me and come to me with your problems? What have I done that you can't trust me anymore, Alfons?”
 
“Nothing dear, but I see you and most of the time you are surrounded by young men. It makes me feel so old and that I'm not worthy of your affection, so I go to other women who don’t love me and mean nothing to me so I can just leave them after the sex. And that is all it is. With other woman it is just sex, but with you it is love and something I don't even have words for –something so beautiful.
I truly love you and I know I screwed up big time, but please let me make it up to you. If you can give me this one last chance, I promise that I will never break your heart again; and if I betray you again you can send me away and I will never come back I promise.” begged Alfons with tears in his eyes.
 
“I gave you so many last chances Alfons, what is different about this time? What proof do you have that you will not chase the next skirt you see when you have another midlife crisis?” yelled Rolanda as she paced the small backroom of the shop.
 
“I have no proof, but I beg you Rolanda, just this one last time. I'm nothing without you, I die without you, you are my life, my soul mate!”, begged Alfons and hugged her ankles.
 
“You are so pathetic Alfons, but okay, against my inner voice and better judgment I’ll trust you just one last time. But I swear if you break your promise and just flirt with another woman you're a dead man, is that clear?” said Rolanda, looking at him with tears streaking her face. 
 
 
 
 
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“Freudvoll und leidvoll,
Gedankenvoll sein,
Hangen und bangen
In schwebender pein,
Himmelhoch jauchzend,
zum Tode betrübt -
Glücklich allein
ist die Seele , die liebt”

 
 
Albus was reciting an old German love poem, the one Esther had taught him as he was still a lad.
He loved it, it was something only for Esther and him to understand.
 
“Albus, dear heart, are you singing the old poem again?” called Esther from the living room
 
*How can she even hear me – I'm on the third floor and she is on the first floor?!*, thought Albus frustrated
“Yes mama, I am!” growled Albus as he was looking through his robes.
 
“Because I know you, and I can hear your thoughts, oh and, of course, because of my absolute perfect hearing, darling!” answered Esther as she came into his bedroom.
 
“You should wear the blue robes with the changing universe on it – it gives you something mysterious,” said Esther as she snapped her fingers, the blue robes landing neatly on his bed.

She gave him a peck on the cheek. “Have fun, oh son of mine, and please behave. Hasso is on duty, and we don't want to forget what happened the last time don't we?” laughed Esther.
 
“It wasn't my fault! I was only six years old and he said his Goldfish looked a bit stressed. I just wanted to help.”
 
“You put Alka Seltzer in its bowl!”

“I thought it wanted a bubble bath!” answered Albus, his cheeks red. “He never forgave me for killing his goldfish, did he?”

“No, I don't think so. But I told him that you are an adult now and you don't put Alka Seltzer in someone’s goldfish bowl – at least not in the last two months,” laughed Esther as she left Albus’s room.
 
Albus just shook his head and got ready to leave.
 
A few minutes later he was standing in front of McGonagall Manor, ready to pick up Minerva.
He was a bit early so he took the last two minutes to tidy himself up a bit.

After he rang the bell he waited for an elf to answer the door. Everybody knew the McGonagalls where the oldest, richest and most powerful pure blood family in magical Britain, so of course they had an army of house-elves that even put Hogwarts to shame.
 
But a house-elf did not answer the door – it was Minerva herself, her appearance absolutely stunning.
 
 
“Mr Dumbledore, nice to see you again. Are you ready to leave? I'm looking forward to our dinner,” Minerva said, smiling radiantly at him.
 
“Mr Dumbledore, are you all right?” she asked, concerned. He had not answered her and he had a glassy look in his eyes.
 
“Wha... what? Oh yes, I must apologize, my dear, I just was bit distracted. You look lovely in these robes,” said Albus as he took in her appearance.
 
She wore a dark form-fitting dress which showed all her womanly assets, as well as a light outer robe. Her dress gave him a glimpse of her cleavage and the slit on the right side of her dress allowed him to see her wonderful legs.
 
‘God, she was a vision made in heaven,’ was all he could think before she took his arm and asked if they could go now.
 
“Yes, of course my dear, hold on!”, said Albus and they were gone.

tbc.... maybe!!!!

Ok guys, I thank twinkle and my dear Diana.

But hey, if you want another update write me a review and I really need more than one.
I mean I have to pay Diana so she stays my beta, and I can't pay her if I have no back up from you. So I need a few souls here.
thanks alot

Hugs lottie

[twinkle]

Another great update Lottie.

I especially liked the little story about the little goldfish ;o))
Poor little fellow. But I can clearly see a six-year-old boy reasoning about that bubble bath. ;D
I'm looking forward to what will happen between Albus and the waiter (?).

And I'm already curious what corner of Berlin the restaurant will be in.

I hope there will be another review sopon so you can post another update ;o)

[Junora]

Chapter Nine

When Minerva opened her eyes again, Berlin was at her feet. She and Albus were standing at the top of the Kollhoff- Tower –not the observations platform for the common Muggle – but the top of the roof. Only the clouds were higher. And here was where Esther’s restaurant, Steinberg’s, was located. Only magic folk knew its location.

“Oh Mr. Dumbledore, this is wonderful, the last time I was in Berlin it was still separated by the Berlin wall. And if I remember correctly even the Reichstag was severely damaged,” said Minerva in awe.

“Yes, my dear, it is true that amazing progress has been made – and let’s not forget that, despite its ongoing construction, it still has some wonderful places. Oh, and please call me Albus,” said the wizard, smiling down at her. He hadn’t realized how small she was compared to him – her larger-than-life personality played their size difference down.

“Of course... Albus..., but only if you call me Minerva,” she said.

“I would love to.... Minerva....” smiled Albus as he led her in to the restaurant.

*“Aaahh, der junge Herr Dumbledore, wie geht es dir mein Junge?” came a voice from the foyer.

Albus rolled his eyes. He knew this voice, it was Hasso, maître d'. He had worked nearly all his life for Esther and her family.

“Hasso, how are you? I hope everything is running smoothly,” Albus asked.

**“Oh, mir gehts hervorragend. Und wer ist diese bezaubernde, junge Dame in deiner Begleitung?” asked Hasso with twinkling eyes.

“Oh, this is Minerva, she is my date this glorious evening,” said Albus with pride. “Minerva, this is Hasso, he is the best. Naturally he has worked here for years,” Albus explained.

“Ma'am, it is a pleasure to meet you,” answered Hasso with a curt nod of his head.

“Likewise,” Minerva replied.

At Hasso's sign another waiter appeared and escorted Albus and Minerva to the back of the restaurant, where a small table set for two was waiting for them.

Albus smiled. He knew Esther had told Hasso that this was important for Albus so he had set the table in the most romantic way Albus could imagine.

The tablecloth was a white so pure that even fresh snow looked dirty. In the middle was a bouquet of blood red roses, with two cream colored candles giving the area a soft glow.

“Oh my, this looks so wonderful Albus,” Minerva sighed as Albus held out a chair.

After Minerva took her seat, Albus sat down across from her and smiled lovingly.

The made a bit small talk after they decided on what to eat, Albus choosing Lobster-Carpaccio with citrus thyme for Minerva and himself as appetizer.

For the main course Minerva had Zander, scallops and zucchini with sweet pepper-sauce and
Albus had a wonderful ostrich steak with a light sauce made from lemongrass and wild herbs.

After they were done Minerva sat back with a sigh, “Albus this was lovely, everything was so delicious, but I think I'm stuffed.”

“Oh, that is sad my dear, because Hasso is bringing in the surprise dessert,”, said Albus and indicated for Minerva to turn her head as Hasso came in with a decadent chocolate cake on a small trolley.

It was covered in thick dark creamy chocolate and white chocolate with decorative patterns. Hasso put it in the middle of the now cleared table and put a single fork beside it.

Minerva eyed it with a slightly uneasy look, but Albus took the fork, put a little piece of the cake on it, and brought it towards Minerva so she could taste it first.

As her mouth closed around the piece of cake and her taste buds encountered it she thought she might die from pure bliss.

Albus could see and hear her enjoyment – she downright purred with delight. He smiled as he saw that his choice was a good one.

“Oh, my God, this is …. I don't even have words for it,” Minerva was speechless, “ does this have a name or is it just 'cake'?” she asked in amazement, as Hasso came back to ask if everything was okay.

“Oh yes dear lady it is called ***'Meines erst geborenen erste Liebe', the owner thought it would be funny”, answered Hasso with a smirk toward Albus, his smirk saying ‘that’s the payback for killing my goldfish.’

At her request Hasso packed her the leftover cake so she could take it home, and with that they left Steinberg's to take a stroll through Berlin. He showed her the Reichstag, and the Brandenburger Tor, the Fernsehturm and the Museumsinsel with the Pergamonmuseum and so many other favorite places. After a few hours of sightseeing he brought her home.

As they were standing in front of her front door, Albus took Minerva's hand into his and squeezed it lightly.

They gazed into each other’s eyes.

“Minerva, I had a wonderful evening and I wanted to thank you that I could take you out, and, and I wanted to ask if we could meet again?” asked Albus a bit uncertain.

Minerva flashed him a brilliant smile.
“I would love to, Albus, I enjoyed the evening too!”, answered Minerva as she got on her tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek. “Good night Albus, I'm looking forward to our next date,” she whispered, and with that she closed the door, leaving Albus standing on a doorstep with a stupid smile on his face.


As Albus returned home he hummed a silly tune and twirled around. After a few minutes he fell onto his bed and stared up the ceiling.

“Fawkes, my dear friend, I think I'm in love. She is so wonderful and so lovely and so wonderful and, and... did I say wonderful and oh yes perfect!” sighed Albus happily.

Fawkes flew over to his human and looked closely at Albus, chirped a tune which sounded surprisingly like 'idiot', and flew over to his bird stand.

“What do you mean? I'm not behaving like a hormonal teenager! I'm over 100 years old!” said Albus, crossing his arms.

Fawkes just looked at him with a 'you’ve got to be kidding, right?' look and Albus began to sulk.

“Oh, okay, I'm 156 years old happy now?” came the grunted reply, and a few words that sounded like ‘glorified pigeon’.



Translation:

*”Aaah, the young mister Dumbledore, how are you dear boy?”

**”Never been better. And who is this charming young lady at your side?”

***' My firstborn's first love'


Tbc... Ok I know I wanted more than on review but this couldn't wait. So what do you think guys?




And great thanks to Diana my lovely Beta and twinkle for her review.

[mrsdumbledores]

wunderprächtig.... ein deutsches Genie... endlich haben wir auch mal einen Vorteil *grinz*xDxD...R.O.F.L...
Hey I could write also german storys... ;D ;D ;D