Two years later
Reading the last words of the article in the Daily Prophet, Minerva chuckled, greatly amused.
"And just what is so funny, Headmistress?" Hermione said softly as she leaned down for a kiss before plopping into a chair across from her.
"Miss Sachs's latest article—"
"Andy's," Hermione said pointedly.
"Yes, yes," Minerva waved her hand dismissively. "Andy's latest article about magical mishaps in London. She has quite the way with words. I particularly enjoyed her descriptions of how non-magical folks might react to magical events," Minerva said with a small smile. She took a sip from her tea.
"She is rather clever," Hermione agreed. "I am looking forward to today. Have you spoken to Miranda?"
"Yes. She is sickeningly happy. She is like another person since Andy came to London," Minerva said.
"I think it's wonderful. They deserve happiness," Hermione murmured before sipping tea from her own cup. "Andy is a quick learner, too. She's become quite good at spell-work, and she was inquiring about transfiguration."
"Really?" Minerva perked up. "Well, I might have some time to help her with that," she said absentmindedly, her mind buzzing through the various teaching plans she had from teaching the discipline for decades. Hermione soft chuckle redirected her thoughts back to her wife.
"You are adorable. I'm keeping you," Hermione said cheekily.
"Oh, you are, are you?" Minerva said, smiling coyly.
"Oh, yes. No one else can have you. You're mine, all mine," Hermione sing-songed with a bright smile.
"Yours, all yours," Minerva repeated definitively.
"Hello? Anyone around?" came from the fireplace.
"We're here, Andy," Hermione answered as she moved closer to the voice.
"Oh, great! Can I come over for a quick minute?" she asked.
"Yes," Hermione answered.
Minerva quirked her eyebrows as the younger woman walked through the flames and whispered a quick spell to remove the floo powder from her clothes.
"Is everything all right?" Minerva asked as she approached Andy.
"Yes, everything is fine, but I was wondering whether I could get your opinion on something," Andy said nervously.
"Of course," Hermione answered with a smile.
"Well, I was hoping to surprise Miranda with a special gift in celebration of today, but I fear I may have gotten in over my head," Andy said.
Miranda and Andy were marrying today, and Minerva could understand Andy's trepidation. Miranda was wealthy, powerful, and in love. She had everything she could ever desire.
"What's your idea?" Hermione asked curiously.
"I, well, I was hoping you could help me with that. I wanted to extract some of my memories from the first week we discovered our connection so she could watch them in a pensieve and see some of them in those moving pictures, but I haven't mastered those spells, yet," Andy said.
"We'll help you, dear," Minerva said. She was impressed with Andy's idea. Minerva owned a pensieve, passed down through the ages from Headmasters and Headmistresses of Hogwarts. Most did not know that the Department of Mysteries also housed a pensieve. And since it was Miranda who had studied and modified the properties of the magical stone bowl, she had one in her home. Miranda would cherish those memories, particularly since they would stem from Andy's mind. Even with their mind-body-soul connection, Miranda could not completely understand Andy's perspective of those events. This would bind them even more closely.
"Shall we do it now, then?" Minerva asked. At Andy's nod, Minerva directed her wand toward Andy's temple and said, "Think of the first memory you wish to transfer."
Minerva stored each memory from that time period in clear vials, labeling them with the applicable date. Next, Andy visualized different times to be pulled and used as photographs. Hermione took control of this part of the process, using spells that she had created specifically for such transfers. Minerva was amazed at how beautiful the images were. They were infused with Andy's feelings—each captured moment filled with texture, color, and complexity.
"She will love them," Hermione said as she finished the last image.
"Thank you so much!" Andy gushed.
"Hello. Anyone there?"
"Yes, Miranda. Shouldn't you be getting ready for your big day?" Minerva said, smirking at Hermione and Andy as the outline of Miranda's face came into view.
"Well, I am searching for my wayward bride," Miranda groused good-naturedly. "Ah. There you are."
With a wave of her hand, Minerva hid the fruit of their labors with a disillusionment charm. She smiled as Miranda walked through the flames.
"Hello," Miranda said as she leaned in to peck Andy's cheek. "What kind of trouble are you three brewing?" she teased, one eyebrow raised.
"I asked them to help me with a little something, and no I won't tell you until later, so you might as well let it go," Andy answered as she slid an arm around Miranda's waist.
Chuckling, Minerva added, "I do believe it is time for you both to get ready. What kind of matron of honour would I be if I allowed the bride to be late?"
"Quite right. I'll go back with Andy to prepare her while you help Miranda," Hermione piped in.
Minerva gazed at her better half, and nodded. She knew Hermione would take care of transferring Andy's gifts back to their home without Miranda's knowledge. She stepped forward to kiss her wife before saying, "Take good care of her, and we will see you soon." They smiled at each other before Hermione stepped away, following Andy through the flames.
"I could feel Andy's happiness while she was here. Whatever you did to help her, I am indebted to you," Miranda said softly.
"No more so than I am to you for kicking me in the arse and prodding me to let Hermione into my life completely. I've never been happier, and I dare say the same could be said of you," Minerva said.
"Yes. It amazes me that we both found happiness at virtually same time. It seems our lives are connected," Miranda mused.
Nodding, Minerva had to agree. Their lives were certainly interconnected. "Well, then," she said, sighing softly as she acknowledged she would not have it any other way. "Let's get you ready so that you can announce to the wizarding world your oath to be connected to your better half through marriage for the rest of your lives."
They smiled at each other as understanding flowed through them. Each day was a happy one, thanks to the connections they had created.
A/N I hope you enjoyed the story. If you did, please take a moment to leave a comment. Thank you!