Post by MysticMusc on Jul 19, 2005 18:34:56 GMT -5
Three weeks had passed since James had returned to Minerva. Nearly a week after his return, Minerva had her baby boy. From what Alastor had heard, Arthur was doing great, as was Minerva.
On a warm day in early May, James invited Albus and Alastor to his and Minerva’s small cottage across town from the pub. The two had eagerly agreed to come over later in the afternoon. Thus, it was now that the two men had arrived at the small white collage nestled on the village’s edge just before a valley. Alastor knocked on the door and almost immediately James answered.
“Good to see you Alastor, Albus.” He said.
To which both nodded and replied in unison “You too.”
“Come in, Come in.” James said moving so they could enter. As they did James added “Minerva’s putting Arthur down for his nap so if you hear singing its most likely her,” Then led both men into the living room.
Shortly after all three men where settled in and comfortable, Minerva walked into the room through the door on the far left of the room. “Oh, hello Albus. Hey Alastor.” Minerva said with a smile. “James you didn’t tell me they where coming over. I would have cleaned up the house a bit.” She added while sitting down on the tan sofa next to her husband.
“I didn’t want you to worry about cleaning. Plus the house isn’t even that dirty, and you’ve done so much already.”
Minerva didn’t argue because in her heart, no matter how much she wanted to deny it, she knew James was right. She had done a lot, including having to take time off from work. Something Minerva rarely did. She would work even when she was sick. In many many ways she was stubborn, however she was still a very bright young woman. “Would either of you like anything to drink?” She asked her visitors.
“A glass of hot cocoa would be nice, Mrs. Weasley.” Albus said grinning.
Minerva nodded and looked to Moody who said; “Fire whiskey, if you have any.” She then stood up and walked towards the kitchen.
While his wife was in the kitchen, James pulled out a small vial of vertisan and put a couple drops of it into Minerva’s tea which she had left there.
“What’s the vertisan for?” Alastor asked immediately recognizing the vial.
"I've come up with a way to find out if my suspicions are right." James answered then knowing his wife would be back any second he put the bottle away and told both of them to say nothing.
As if on cue, Minerva walked back into the room. She carried Alsastor his firewhiskey and Albus his hot chocolate. In thanks Albus had taken her hand and kissed it gently. She smiled and sat back down next to James.
James lifted his glass of tea and smiled. "I want to make a toast. To friends, to family, and to new beginnings." After he said that all four of them took drinks of whatever each one had. If Minerva noticed that her tea tasted any different then normal, she didn't say.
"Min, when did you move to Scotland?" James asked.
"When I was about 16 I believe."
"Do you remember why you moved?"
"Kind of. I know I didn't want to leave school. But he said if I left I would be with my family. Only I never saw my mum or dad."
James sighed. He knew exactly what Grindelwald had done to her family. Infact all three men understood what happened. He took a drink of his tea and said; "Minnie, you never saw your parents because Master Macroon lied to you. He had, or rather Grindelwald probably had already killed your family because they where a threat to him."
"But then wouldn't he have killed me too then?"
"If they didn't need your transfiguration skills then yes."
"But... I..."
"Answer this, has master Macroon ever made you drink a potion or has he ever cast a spell on you?" Alastor asked. He knew James was going to ask it sooner or later.
"Yeah but that was a long time ago. Right arround the time I moved here. He said it would help me remember what I really was and it would help me fit in."
"And did it?"
"Not if I've been living as a muggleborn for the past few years... I remember useing magic all the time at first now I barely use it at all. And I think James said my family was pureblooded."
"Indeed it was Minerva." Albus spoke this time.
"And now I'm the o-only one left of it?"
"Yes, as bad as it seems but yes, Minnie you are." James said pulling her into a hug. He could tell she was upset and he understood exactly why. If that had been him in her shoes he would have been mad as well. In fact he believed she had every right in the world to be upset.
Minerva stood up without a word and walked gracefuly to the window and looked outside to the Scotish world she had come to love. After a few minutes of staring outside, Minerva turned quickly and walked into the baby's room. But not before tieing her long hair up in a pony tail.
"I don't blame her for being mad..."
"She's not mad, Albus. She's more then that. Trust me when she is mad its better to leave her alone."
Meanwhile Minerva was holding Arthur. She smiled as he reached up trying to get a hold on a peice of her hair. When he managed to reach it, Minerva quickly yet gently substituted her finger for her hair. After what seemed like just seconds Arthur got bored with his mothers finger and went after her hair again. Minutues pasted in which Minerva tried to convinve her son that her finger was more entertaining then her soft and silky long brown hair, but she gave in and let the rest of her hair down. "Fine Arthur. If you want mommy's hair down it will be." She said smiling at him and trying not to laugh.
Minerva then took Arthur to the kitchen. When she passed through the living room she didn't so much as give half a glance to the three men watching her walk through with a small baby in her arms. After feeding Arthur, Minerva walked back into the living room, still mad but a bit calmer then she had been. She sat down by her husband, all the while Arthur was busy playing yet again with his mothers hair.
James turned to face her but Minerva shot him a stern glare. One that basicly said don't say a word. James simply sighed and looked down.
Withen moments, Minerva was busy playing with Arthur. "Ow ow ow. What did mommy say about her hair? If its down no pulling on it!" She said in a sweet but meaningfull voice. Suddenly Minerva blushed. She had just realized that Albus and Alastor where still sitting there. "Oh, for the name of merlin! Where on earth did my mannors go? Albus, Alastor, this is our son, Arthur Weasley." She said rocking the small child slightly in her arms.
The two family friends nodded and in unison replied "It's nice to finally see him. After all James had said about him."
On a warm day in early May, James invited Albus and Alastor to his and Minerva’s small cottage across town from the pub. The two had eagerly agreed to come over later in the afternoon. Thus, it was now that the two men had arrived at the small white collage nestled on the village’s edge just before a valley. Alastor knocked on the door and almost immediately James answered.
“Good to see you Alastor, Albus.” He said.
To which both nodded and replied in unison “You too.”
“Come in, Come in.” James said moving so they could enter. As they did James added “Minerva’s putting Arthur down for his nap so if you hear singing its most likely her,” Then led both men into the living room.
Shortly after all three men where settled in and comfortable, Minerva walked into the room through the door on the far left of the room. “Oh, hello Albus. Hey Alastor.” Minerva said with a smile. “James you didn’t tell me they where coming over. I would have cleaned up the house a bit.” She added while sitting down on the tan sofa next to her husband.
“I didn’t want you to worry about cleaning. Plus the house isn’t even that dirty, and you’ve done so much already.”
Minerva didn’t argue because in her heart, no matter how much she wanted to deny it, she knew James was right. She had done a lot, including having to take time off from work. Something Minerva rarely did. She would work even when she was sick. In many many ways she was stubborn, however she was still a very bright young woman. “Would either of you like anything to drink?” She asked her visitors.
“A glass of hot cocoa would be nice, Mrs. Weasley.” Albus said grinning.
Minerva nodded and looked to Moody who said; “Fire whiskey, if you have any.” She then stood up and walked towards the kitchen.
While his wife was in the kitchen, James pulled out a small vial of vertisan and put a couple drops of it into Minerva’s tea which she had left there.
“What’s the vertisan for?” Alastor asked immediately recognizing the vial.
"I've come up with a way to find out if my suspicions are right." James answered then knowing his wife would be back any second he put the bottle away and told both of them to say nothing.
As if on cue, Minerva walked back into the room. She carried Alsastor his firewhiskey and Albus his hot chocolate. In thanks Albus had taken her hand and kissed it gently. She smiled and sat back down next to James.
James lifted his glass of tea and smiled. "I want to make a toast. To friends, to family, and to new beginnings." After he said that all four of them took drinks of whatever each one had. If Minerva noticed that her tea tasted any different then normal, she didn't say.
"Min, when did you move to Scotland?" James asked.
"When I was about 16 I believe."
"Do you remember why you moved?"
"Kind of. I know I didn't want to leave school. But he said if I left I would be with my family. Only I never saw my mum or dad."
James sighed. He knew exactly what Grindelwald had done to her family. Infact all three men understood what happened. He took a drink of his tea and said; "Minnie, you never saw your parents because Master Macroon lied to you. He had, or rather Grindelwald probably had already killed your family because they where a threat to him."
"But then wouldn't he have killed me too then?"
"If they didn't need your transfiguration skills then yes."
"But... I..."
"Answer this, has master Macroon ever made you drink a potion or has he ever cast a spell on you?" Alastor asked. He knew James was going to ask it sooner or later.
"Yeah but that was a long time ago. Right arround the time I moved here. He said it would help me remember what I really was and it would help me fit in."
"And did it?"
"Not if I've been living as a muggleborn for the past few years... I remember useing magic all the time at first now I barely use it at all. And I think James said my family was pureblooded."
"Indeed it was Minerva." Albus spoke this time.
"And now I'm the o-only one left of it?"
"Yes, as bad as it seems but yes, Minnie you are." James said pulling her into a hug. He could tell she was upset and he understood exactly why. If that had been him in her shoes he would have been mad as well. In fact he believed she had every right in the world to be upset.
Minerva stood up without a word and walked gracefuly to the window and looked outside to the Scotish world she had come to love. After a few minutes of staring outside, Minerva turned quickly and walked into the baby's room. But not before tieing her long hair up in a pony tail.
"I don't blame her for being mad..."
"She's not mad, Albus. She's more then that. Trust me when she is mad its better to leave her alone."
Meanwhile Minerva was holding Arthur. She smiled as he reached up trying to get a hold on a peice of her hair. When he managed to reach it, Minerva quickly yet gently substituted her finger for her hair. After what seemed like just seconds Arthur got bored with his mothers finger and went after her hair again. Minutues pasted in which Minerva tried to convinve her son that her finger was more entertaining then her soft and silky long brown hair, but she gave in and let the rest of her hair down. "Fine Arthur. If you want mommy's hair down it will be." She said smiling at him and trying not to laugh.
Minerva then took Arthur to the kitchen. When she passed through the living room she didn't so much as give half a glance to the three men watching her walk through with a small baby in her arms. After feeding Arthur, Minerva walked back into the living room, still mad but a bit calmer then she had been. She sat down by her husband, all the while Arthur was busy playing yet again with his mothers hair.
James turned to face her but Minerva shot him a stern glare. One that basicly said don't say a word. James simply sighed and looked down.
Withen moments, Minerva was busy playing with Arthur. "Ow ow ow. What did mommy say about her hair? If its down no pulling on it!" She said in a sweet but meaningfull voice. Suddenly Minerva blushed. She had just realized that Albus and Alastor where still sitting there. "Oh, for the name of merlin! Where on earth did my mannors go? Albus, Alastor, this is our son, Arthur Weasley." She said rocking the small child slightly in her arms.
The two family friends nodded and in unison replied "It's nice to finally see him. After all James had said about him."