Faith sighed, melting into his touch. She had a long day, and before she even realized it, she had fallen asleep in his arms, feeling warm and safe...

@king-of-drainpipes

Minerva did return home in the wee hours of morning, her body exhausted and mind drained. She slipped silently into the quiet house, arms clutching a small bundle against her chest as she made her way into the kitchen.

She had brought baby Harry home. Albus has been against it. Argued that he would be best if he went to his aunt and uncle’s but Minerva knew those people. She had seen the disaster that Home was.

Minerva had fired back at the old Headmaster with such a harsh fury that she had even apologized. But pleaded that she was a mother and could do more for Harry rather than send him off to live a life of ignorance. No amount of fame would be allowed in her home with her own family. She and Alan could raise Harry.

Except she now realized she hadn’t even asked Alan about bringing home another child.

Minerva quickly made a bottle of formula and tried to get Harry to take it but he wasn’t having it. He promptly began howling in a fuss and there was no way to keep him from waking her husband and own son.

“George?!” Alan shot up with a panic, glancing over his shoulder to look at the infant. George was actually still asleep, laying peacefully in his cot with a thin but warm blanket that his grandmum bought for him.

However, once his new brother started to fuss, George slowly began to wake. He whimpered and fussed uncomfortably, annoyed by the fact that he was woken up hours before breakfast!

Was Alan hearing double? TWO babies crying? Or was he still dreaming?

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She pursed her lips, refusing to look up for a moment. “The castle is fine but…two of…my former students have been murdered. They…left behind a one year old son.”

“Oh my god.” Alan immediately stood up and walked to her chair. He pulled her in and put her head on his chest, one hand in her hair and the other on her shoulder.

Minerva held it together for a moment before breaking down. She knew it was more than just senseless killing. This was more than that.

“I have to go,” she managed out, doing her best not to let lose any sobs.

He kissed her widow’s peak. He then lifted her face, brushing her cheeks with his thumbs. He gave her a stern look, just like the ones he gave long ago onstage. “Go. Now. The baby needs you more than I do.”

“I’ll be back soon…I’ll try to be,” she gave him a false smile as she played with the collar of his shirt. “Take care of George. Make sure he’s in bed by seven. He gets too fussy if not.”

Minerva was stalling, almost too afraid to go and see what all the damage was done. But there was the matter of baby Harry. He needed to be put some place safe.

“And I’ll be sure to hold him, tonight…” Alan murmured lowly. Once she brung up George, Alan briefly thought of George being all alone, his mummy and daddy slaughtered by a psychotic lunatic wizard. What would happen to the little one? Daddy didn’t even like it when he couldn’t figure out why George was crying. The thought of George crying with no one to tend to him made him want to dry heave.

He just squeezed her shoulder and sniffled. “Just be safe, my love.”

She nodded, meeting his eyes for one more moment before leaving out of their home. She couldn’t believe the news. It was difficult to process and she knew, in the days to come, it would only become more difficult.

Minerva couldn’t make a promise that tonight they wouldn’t have a new child in the home. She already mentally made a note to insure Harry Potter’s safety even if it meant bringing him with her.

The Muggle man watched as his wife disappeared past the door. Quietly, he crept over to where George was sleeping, peacefully unaware that anything was wrong. He was wearing a red and gold striped onesie that Alan bought because they looked like his mum’s house colors. Covering him was a thin blanket, one that only covered him up to his shoulders.

With a heartbroken smile, his father picked him up from the cot. He sat down in the rocking chair and put the baby’s ear over his Daddy’s heartbeat. And Daddy just watched George sleep.

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She pursed her lips, refusing to look up for a moment. “The castle is fine but…two of…my former students have been murdered. They…left behind a one year old son.”

“Oh my god.” Alan immediately stood up and walked to her chair. He pulled her in and put her head on his chest, one hand in her hair and the other on her shoulder.

Minerva held it together for a moment before breaking down. She knew it was more than just senseless killing. This was more than that.

“I have to go,” she managed out, doing her best not to let lose any sobs.

He kissed her widow’s peak. He then lifted her face, brushing her cheeks with his thumbs. He gave her a stern look, just like the ones he gave long ago onstage. “Go. Now. The baby needs you more than I do.”

“I’ll be back soon…I’ll try to be,” she gave him a false smile as she played with the collar of his shirt. “Take care of George. Make sure he’s in bed by seven. He gets too fussy if not.”

Minerva was stalling, almost too afraid to go and see what all the damage was done. But there was the matter of baby Harry. He needed to be put some place safe.

“And I’ll be sure to hold him, tonight...” Alan murmured lowly. Once she brung up George, Alan briefly thought of George being all alone, his mummy and daddy slaughtered by a psychotic lunatic wizard. What would happen to the little one? Daddy didn’t even like it when he couldn’t figure out why George was crying. The thought of George crying with no one to tend to him made him want to dry heave.

He just squeezed her shoulder and sniffled. “Just be safe, my love.”

She pursed her lips, refusing to look up for a moment. “The castle is fine but…two of…my former students have been murdered. They…left behind a one year old son.”

“Oh my god.” Alan immediately stood up and walked to her chair. He pulled her in and put her head on his chest, one hand in her hair and the other on her shoulder.

Minerva held it together for a moment before breaking down. She knew it was more than just senseless killing. This was more than that.

“I have to go,” she managed out, doing her best not to let lose any sobs.

He kissed her widow’s peak. He then lifted her face, brushing her cheeks with his thumbs. He gave her a stern look, just like the ones he gave long ago onstage. “Go. Now. The baby needs you more than I do.”

° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ What are you doing? ❜ ❛ Where are you going? ❜ ❛ Where are you taking me? ❜ ❛ How is that working out for you? ❜ ❛ Is everything okay? ❜ ❛ Why are you acting like this? ❜ ❛ You think I would lie to you? ❜ ❛ Are you telling the truth? ❜ ❛ Are you sure you want to do this? ❜ ❛ This is your bright idea of a plan? ❜ ❛ What else do you want me to do? ❜ ❛ What else can I do? ❜ ❛ What do you think I should do? ❜ ❛ What makes you think that? ❜ ❛ Who told you that? ❜ ❛ Who are you? ❜ ❛ Why are you here? ❜ ❛ Who invited you? ❜ ❛ How come you ever asked me? ❜ ❛ Did you really mean all those things you said? ❜ ❛ Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? ❜ ❛ Why is it so hard for you to see that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ What don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ Are you joking? ❜ ❛ Did I miss anything? ❜ ❛ You don’t remember? ❜ ❛ Did you really say all that stuff about me? ❜ ❛ Did you think I would forget? ❜ ❛ How can you sit there and say that? ❜ ❛ How do you even sleep at night? ❜ ❛ Are you coming or not? ❜ ❛ Am I the only one freaked out right now? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing or crying? ❜ ❛ Who did this to you? ❜ ❛ Did someone hurt you? ❜ ❛ Is it just me or are you, like, ignoring me? ❜ ❛ You want me to apologize for something you did? ❜ ❛ Are you going to kiss me or not? ❜ ❛ Aren’t you the one who said it though? ❜ ❛ So, you don’t like me like that? ❜ ❛ Where do we go from here? ❜ ❛ Are you being serious right now? ❜ ❛ How was I supposed to know that? ❜ ❛ Oh, is that a challenge? ❜ ❛ Are you flirting with me? ❜ ❛ Are you going to let me go now? ❜ ❛ Are we done now? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t just ask me? ❜ ❛ You’re going to believe them over me? ❜ ❛ How can possibly think that? ❜ ❛ Did you even miss me? ❜ ❛ Did anyone even notice that I was gone? ❜ ❛ Why do you go around and kiss everyone? ❜ ❛ Did you kill them? ❜ ❛ Who’s blood is that? Is that your blood? ❜ ❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜ ❛ Are you having doubts? ❜ ❛ Why haven’t you been at school/work? ❜ ❛ Is there something going on that you need to tell me? ❜ ❛ You said you wanted to talk? ❜ ❛ What am I supposed to do? ❜ ❛ What did you expect to happen? ❜ ❛ How long you think you can keep this act up? ❜ ❛ You don’t like me? Do you? Like in a more than a friend way? ❜ ❛ Is that what everyone is saying now? ❜ ❛ Who do I remind you of? ❜ ❛ Are you hungry? Want to go get something to et? ❜ ❛ Are you drunk? ❜ ❛ Are you lost? ❜ ❛ What’s so great about any of that anyway? ❜ ❛ Are you even listening to yourself? ❜ ❛ What are you going to do about it, huh? ❜ ❛ What are you staring at? ❜ ❛ What are you doing out here? ❜ ❛ Why did you call the police? ❜ ❛ Wait, do you hear that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you tell me anything? ❜ ❛ Hey, did you get me anything? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t you come over last night? ❜ ❛ What did you find out? ❜ ❛ Can I stay here for the night? ❜ ❛ Are you throwing rocks at my window? ❜ ❛ Are you crying? ❜ ❛ What are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Do you not understand the word no? ❜ ❛ Is that it? Is that all? ❜ ❛ Are you in some kind of trouble? ❜ ❛ Yeah, but, you have me. So why bother? ❜ ❛ What’s love got to do with it? ❜ ❛ This is where we kiss, right? ❜ ❛ Do you ever not just only think about yourself? ❜ ❛ Are going to leave me again? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong with that? ❜ ❛ Do you have anything you need to say to me? ❜ ❛ I think I’m going to puke. Is there a trash can in here? ❜ ❛ You really don’t know why I’m mad at you? ❜ ❛ Why do you treat me like I’m not important to you? ❜ ❛ Why are you telling me this? ❛ Are you ready? ❜ ❛ What’s with all the questions? ❜ ❛ I thought this is what you wanted? ❜ ❛ Where do you think you’re going with this? ❜ ❛ You’re just going to leave? ❜ ❛ Do you trust me? ❜ ❛ You love me? Or you think you love me? ❜ ❛ When will it ever stop? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’ll ever go away? ❜ ❛ What are you doing this weekend? ❜ ❛ You called for back up? ❜ ❛ What did I just witness? ❜ ❛ How do you cope when the one you love is with somebody else? ❜ ❛ Have you ever thought it? ❜ ❛ Are you wearing a wire? ❜ ❛ Is there something wrong? ❜ ❛ Is it something I said or something I did? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong? I thought that it was okay? ❜ ❛ Are you going to hold that against me forever? ❜ ❛ So, tell me, what else is new? ❜ ❛ You never actually cared, did you? ❜ ❛ You went to a party without me? ❜ ❛ Why wasn’t I invited? ❜ ❛ Do you think that’s a little fucked up? ❜ ❛ Oh, so you do speak? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’s really worth it in the end? ❜ ❛ How many more times do I have to tell you? ❜ ❛ You didn’t think that it would bother me? ❜

She pursed her lips, refusing to look up for a moment. “The castle is fine but…two of…my former students have been murdered. They…left behind a one year old son.”

“Oh my god.” Alan immediately stood up and walked to her chair. He pulled her in and put her head on his chest, one hand in her hair and the other on her shoulder.

“Your hair looks...uh...really soft.” He stammered, blushing pink and giving a lopsided smile.

“Okay, Rapunzel.” He smiled, continuing to braid it.

“Ohhhh…” He gulped, adjusting his collar. “Your…wizarding family?”

“Yes, my brothers and their wives,” she chuckled. “You’ve nothing to be afraid of.”

He gulped, looking at his shoes. “Do they like…Muggles?”

“If they don’t then I’m sure my father would be very sad,” she tweaked his nose lightly. “You’ve nothing to worry about. Relax. They invited us for dinner because it’s your birthday.”

George cooed in response, smiling in his high chair. “Cake?”

“Of course,” Minerva nodded. “There’s always going to be cake.”

“Cuz Dada?!” He squealed, kicking excitedly in his seat and pointing to his father. “Cuz Dada! Cuz Dada! Cuz Dada!”

She bent and picked him up, “Yes, because of your Dada. It’s his birthday.” Minerva looked at Alan, “Hold old are you, old man?”

“None of your business, old lady.” He teased, tweaking her on the nose in revenge. “Just eat the cake.”

Minerva pulled a face of mock indignitation, “Ouch! Dad hurt Mama’s feelings. He called me old.”

“You called me old, first!” He protested, smiling widely.

“And you’ve still not answered me, old man,” she smirked. “I’m not old. I’m wisened. There’s a difference.”

He turned to George, folding his arms. “Son, how old is Dada?”

king-of-drainpipes:

She nodded and hopped up from her spot to go get his present. She came back with a small box and handed it to him. “Here ya go, hun.”

“Ooooh! It’s small and mysterious!” Alan grinned, just like a child. “I love surprises!”