Albus sat in his study going through yet another grueling amount of paper work from the ministry. Oh he needed another distraction, or did he just need Minerva? No he couldn't ask her to come just to talk to him. He knew she had returned home under Poppy's orders which meant she had to be sick. Just then a man in a portrait called for Dumbledore's attention.
"Excuse me Headmaster, but there is a man by the name of Denis McGonagall, as he would like to speak to you. He said it was urgent as it is about Minerva." The man informed Dumbledore. Dumbledore immediately stood up. If it was about Minerva of course he would talk to her husband. It could be about her health for this morning she wasn't in a very good state.
"Of course send him up." Dumbledore instructed the man in the portrait. He left his portrait as Dumbledore paced around in his office waiting anxiously for Denis. He didn't like facing the man, but if it was about Minerva, he would. He then heard the gargoyle jump to the side as he allowed Denis to continue his way up the steps. He could hear the pounding of his rapid feet as it must be very important indeed. The man burst in through the door which caused Dumbledore to stop his pacing.
"You slept with her." Denis growled low and menacingly. Dumbledore did not expect this. He thought Minerva wasn't going to tell him.
"Yes I did, and I'm sorry that we've caused you pain." He apologized sincerely, but Denis wasn't convinced as he had his wand pointed at Dumbledore, but yet Dumbledore made no move to get his own wand from his robes.
"You don't know pain old man, you only conflict it." He snarled at Dumbledore, who did nothing to defend himself.
"I'm not going to fight you Denis, nor will I fight for Minerva. She is rightfully yours as you two are married, and I'm truly sorry. I should have known better than to let my feelings get in the way of my better judgment."
"So that's it. You sleep with her, dishonor her, and leave her when she might be having your child?" spat Denis in disbelief.
"She's pregnant?" Dumbledore asked in disbelief. She never told him this, but then it all made sense. She was experiencing symptoms of pregnancy that morning. That changed everything. If Minerva truly was bearing his child, he would want to be a part of the child's life. It would be his first, but yet he hoped it wasn't his. If it was his, then it would only complicate everything, and it would inherit all of his enemies. Dumbledore didn't want that.
"Yes she's bloody pregnant, and the worst of it is that you might be the father!" yelled Denis as he was fuming.
Dumbledore put up his hands calmly as he said, "Denis, I don't think the child is mine, nor would I wish it to be mine. I only wish you and Minerva happiness."
"Oh yeah right, if you truly wished our marriage happiness, then you wouldn't have slept with her. You would have just let her be, and now you've done this! They call you a hero, but I see right through it to the real man. You're just a heartless bastard." he spat. "Now fight me you coward, so I can die with some dignity!"
"Denis, I told you once, I will not fight you."
"Fight me!" he yelled, but Dumbledore just shook his head.
"You don't want to do this Denis. You have a loving wife who needs you now. The last thing she needs is her best friend dead and her husband locked in Azkaban." Dumbledore said as he held his gaze with Denis. The blue eyes didn't twinkle, but they were fierce and prudent. Just then the fireplace had erupted in green flames as Minerva stumbled through.
"Please stop Denis, please just stop." she said out of breath.
"Why he dishonored you, he left you, and now you're defending him?" questioned Denis.
"Denis I love you, but you can't do this. Albus and I had one night with our guards down, and I promise you I will never let that happen again. I don't want to hurt you; I don't want to hurt us anymore. I've decided I should just get rid of the baby. It's been causing too much trouble."
"No Minerva, you didn't."
"Put your wand down Denis." she commanded him to do, and he slowly put it down.
"You got rid of the baby?" asked Dumbledore. She shook her head.
"No I could never do that, but I knew Denis would stop and listen to me if I said I did." She said looked at her fuming husband who was now on his knees in pain. He was suffering, and all she wanted to do was comfort him. She knelt beside him as she held him close to her.
"Albus, do you know any spell that could determine the child's father before the child's born?" she asked.
"I don't know off the top of my head, but I think there is one." he admitted.
"Could you find it for me?" she asked and he nodded his head. "Thank you Albus." She then rocked back and forth with her husband in her arms.
"I'm sorry." he whispered to her. She shook her head.
"No I'm sorry Denis."
In the morning Denis woke up as he had his wife in his arms. The sun light seeped into their bedroom. Minerva had informed him that Albus had found the spell and that he shouldn't worry. She would tell him as soon as she got the answer. He didn't want to wake her, but yet again he just had to know.
"Min, love, do you know yet?" he asked. She stirred in her sleep as she was coming back from her sleep. Her green eyes fluttered awake and then she shut them blissfully. Was this a good sign? She smiled and then wrapped her arms around his neck.
"It's yours." she whispered as he sighed with relief. "You're going to be a dad." She said excitedly, and he laughed.
"I'm going to be a dad!" he yelled in triumph. He then kissed her lovingly.
"I love the mother of my child." he whispered into her dark hair as she nestled closer to him.
She then whispered back contently, "And I love the father of my child, and only him."
The End…..I think…for now!
Authors note: Hehe, I'm sorry if you don't like the ending because it's short, but I didn't know where to truly go with it, so here it is for now. If I think of anything that might cause some fun drama then I might add to it, but for now this is it. Thank you my faithful readers and reviewers, and let's hope Min stays faithful. Flames/praise for this last chapter as welcomed.