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Unbelievable chapter.  I just thought it was amazing.

I did not see that coming!  I figured she killed him in self-defense, because of the reference, way-back-when, to her nose finally appearing normal again 'with a little help from her wand'.  That had to hurt, fixing her nose by herself... !  And I couldn't see the Minerva we know killing anyone without a very good reason, even a rat-bastard like Gerald (no pun intended).



I loved the Maltese Falcon references, and Alastor really could have modeled himself on Sam Spade. It was probably that which made me think of another Bogart movie when Minerva transfigured Gerald -- I can't recall the exact quote, but it's about the difference between appearances and reality, and making the character's appearance match reality -- which she definitely did here!  I would have cheered, except Minerva was in such a bad way when it happened.



The stark contrast between the Minerva of seven years ago, gaunt, worn, and hopeless, and the Minerva that Alastor knows now is gut-wrenching.  I have to think that if he hadn't actually seen her as she was then, he might have been less able to accept her confession.  I can't wait to see the long-term effect of this on their relationship.  I wonder if the revelation of Malcolm's paternity might have a bigger effect though; after all, she works very closely with her son's father, and even if he prefers wizards, that doesn't change her emotional attachment to him, and he is obviously fond of her too.



I loved how gentle Elgar was (not that I'd expect anything else) and how angry he was at Gerald.



Albus was very... restrained.  I have to think he flashed back to Ariana's death, and that will color his reaction here.  I do hope we'll get a good peek inside his head soon.  He's been pretty low-key (almost unrecognizably so) the last few chapters.



Another great installment.  As always, you leave us wanting more.

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Alastor was surprised enough by this news to forget his troubles for just a moment. Pensieves were incredibly rare and valuable; as far as Alastor knew, there were only six, maybe seven known to exist. Even the Ministry had never been able to get hold of one, as families that had them tended to hold onto them. Alastor wondered how Dumbledore had come by his.

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I love this bit of magical information - and of course that Albus has something this ubber rare.

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"Mr Malfoy," she returned. "I didn't know you were coming to Hogwarts today, or I'd have arranged for tea."

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*Shudders* - Fishy not likes this political/dubious/hob-nobbing Minerva so much ... but its original for sure.

*snip*

Alastor had to give the old wizard credit. He betrayed no reaction to Minerva's statement other than to say, "Of course."

*snip*

Well written - you say a great deal with few words - one of my favorite attributes of a writer.

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She hesitated just a moment, then crossed to join the two wizards at the Pensieve. She withdrew her wand and closed her eyes for a few moments. Putting the tip to her temple, she opened her eyes, and Alastor could tell she was looking deep within herself, into the past, rather than at anything in the room with them now. As she moved her wand, a thin, silvery strand of vapour began to stretch between the wand and her head. It drew itself out, thinning, then thickening again, until it formed a ribbon about an inch thick and maybe twenty-four inches long. The ribbon seemed to pulse as if it were a living thing. Minerva opened her eyes and looked questioningly at Dumbledore, who nodded. She gave her wand a slight twitch, and the memory-strand came away from her temple. Pointing the wand toward the Pensieve, she intoned, "Loquere, memoria!"

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Absolutely love this paragraph - I simply love the way you describe magic.

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"I managed it exactly the same way you did, Gerald. Or rather, the way your father managed it for you. A few Galleons in the right hands, and the charm fails, doesn't it? That trick isn't supposed to work for witches, I know, but lo and behold, our gold is just as yellow as wizards'."

Alastor recognised that her even tone combined with the mocking words was meant to wrong-foot Macnair, and it worked just as Alastor, the seasoned interrogator, knew it would.

Macnair was practically spitting. "You spent our money on bribes so you could fuck that . . . that—"

"Our money, Gerald? No, I didn't spend our money. I spent my money. Your money was gone years ago. And there's never been any us, so there's never been any ours, wouldn't you agree?"

*snip*

Brilliant Minerva - brilliantly written - you know our lass, doncha?

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The two stood staring at one another for a few moments, and Alastor watched Macnair's eyes, wondering if he was going to attack Minerva again. Then there was a flash of white light and a whoosh and Macnair was gone.

Where's the body?

Alastor looked to Minerva, who was staring at the spot where Macnair had stood, her wand still outstretched. He followed her eyes to the floor, where there was a large brown rat shivering and twisting this way and that as if trying to figure out just why he was being followed by a tail.

The rat froze after a moment, then gave a squeak and scurried out the open door.

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Bloody brilliant - perfect, so glad you used Transfiguration - so freaking awesome! Aaaand, it was inate magic - *grins and dances in circles* Fishy much approves!

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You're not angry, boyo, you're scared. And jealous, which is the same thing. He's the great Albus Dumbledore, and he shagged your girl. Who wouldn't be jealous?

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*chuckles* Love that bit. And I can completely relate to Alastor's undoing over this bit of information, over-riding the Gerald-Not quite killing incident - yep. Alastor's hero, perhaps a semi-worship situation of our Headmaster - as some folks do of other people - and here his woman had him in the Biblical sense ... that's a mouthful!

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 but he was astounded that this woman he thought he knew had been so devious at eighteen. By the gods, it had taken some stones for her to dupe Albus Dumbledore like that! And him! What the hell had the man been thinking? Or had he been doing his thinking with his cock? That wouldn't have surprised Alastor had it been almost anyone else, but one, this was Albus fecking Dumbledore they were talking about, and two, Alastor'd always heard that the man liked wizards. Rumours only, but still . . . Alastor had found during his career that most rumours carried a bit of the truth with them.

He wasn't about to question the old wizard, though. Leastways, not today. So he asked the other question that had occurred to him as he'd listened to Minerva's tale.

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I have never personified myself with Alastor so much as I do in Slant - but maybe that's because we don't get too many stories about him where he isn't doing much of anything else besides sexual activity - besides White Eyebrow's work with Moody (who does a fantastic job at building the story and leaving most of the romantics to the imagination - I've found that most fanfics with Moody are sexually oriented - however this one, (which I know is written by a woman, and in that, perhaps she has given Alastor a teenie bit of a woman's perspective) almost feels like she's writing me (not the bit with shagging Minerva - but the way he thinks and feels - I'm almost embarassed when I read these chapters - its quite strange - but at any rate, I can fully relate to Alastor in this yarn - albiet completely - if I had a pair and a tube to pee with.

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There were a few moments in which everyone was silent, waiting for someone else to make the next move.

Minerva broke the stalemate by asking, "What are you going to do, Alastor?"

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May I just say that I'm quite shocked Dumbledore didn't take over during the akward silence - he really must have felt truly pear shaped at this moment, sureal, perhaps, anti-gravity and wanting to drink a glass of sand upside down ... just this tiny mention tells us so much about what is going on in Albus' mind that he is frozen into submission/inaction. That don't happen often folks, pay attention!

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"Come again?" Alastor said, wondering with dread if she was now going to reveal that she had Imperiused Dumbledore and forced him to impregnate her. Would that even work?

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I was found this both absolutely horrifying and hilarious at the same time - I would likely have though the SAME exact thing - you do the suble show of emotions better than any I've written - and you do it with such few words - its a gift you've got, a real gift, and I freaking love it! It both shows respect for your readers - that we don't need spoon feeding to understand, as well as the confidence in your knowledge of your characters - as well as your understanding that readers get irritated by redundancies - well some of us do - and I just can't say enough wonderful things about the way you write about tough situations in subtle scenes - its just superb. Top-notch!

Allow me to equate it to fishing - your handle on these characters in these situations is like fishing for amberjack 25 miles offshore in 8 foot seas in a john boat, with 4/0 Penn reels and not having any concern that you'll boat them before your arms break off, nor that you'll be flipped over due to the severe weather - that takes a master to fish for the freight train of the Florida Reef in 200 feet of water while basically sitting in a blow up paddle boat with bear minimal gear - HAHAHAHAHA! And you do it with style! In this case, I bet you'd do it and not even take a wave over the bow and be fairly dry when you got in to shore. I bet you'd even have a rolled, Cuban cigar in your mouth when you finally pulled the boat up on the beach ... that's how smooth you are - two 100 pound AJ's lashed to the sides of the teenie boat. Bare minimal - BAMF-Squibstress here, I'm tellin' ya!

Fucking loved this chapter - the best yet in Slant - loved Minerva, Alastor and Dumbledore of course, but it was Elgar that spoke to me so deeply - love that elf - though I still felt like I was standing in Alastor's shoes - though not being in love with a woman - just - well, his voice, his thoughts, his rationalizing and his bull-dog mentality.

Brillant.

Oh boy,  I have not been able to read this story in a while and was finally able to catch up.  So, where as I used to write a review for each chapter I just couldn't wait to read on to the next update. So much has happened and I loved each and every update.  Now that I am all caught up I would like to mention that I had not even thought about Minerva killing him.  It was a great surprise to me and I was really quite taken back. Not that I could blame her for one second.  I do fear  how Moody will handle this new information.  

Ha! I was right!

Of course it remains to be seen (soon, I hope--please?) if I'm right about the circumstances...

The first part of the chapter is wonderful in how you convey Minerva's confusion and Alastor's guilt and suspicion, and I enjoyed 'seeing' Griselda again (and her comments about Malcolm and about Bathilda), but I had to read it twice to appreciate it, I was so anxious to get to the confrontation. You didn't disappoint me there, either.

She received her second shock of the day when she recognised Albus' handwriting in the note that prefaced the contents. Her chest constricted tightly, and for a moment, she was absurdly relieved to believe that she was having a heart attack. The moment passed, though, and she was forced to turn the wretched page.

She read silently and quickly, white noise growing inside her head as she turned each leaf.

This whole scene is perfect, from Minerva's shock, panic, desperation and anger, to Alastor's intensity, then his (premature) relief when he finds out she's not covering for Berquier. The galloping horse and white noise metaphors are spot-on. I can always empathize completely with your characters. I can see pragmatic Minerva swallowing hard, setting her jaw, and taking Berquier's offer -- anything for Malcolm. I hope he always appreciates it.

And I knew you were going to end it the way you did, but as I read somewhere recently, there's a difference between knowing something and knowing it. :-)

*snip*His question—his stupid question—made her suddenly angry, and the relief that came when it overpowered her fear was like manna in the desert, and she clutched at it.*snip*Ahh, you do so much better a job explaining this than I did. Excellent imagry.*snip*She was waspish now, stinging him with the truth . . . the relentless, ugly truth. It was cruel, but she couldn't help it. There was bitter wormwood, years of it, built up within her, and none of it was this man's fault . . . this man whose only sin was loving her . . . yet she wanted to scourge him with it, so she went on.*snip*I see your Slant Minerva has something in common with your Epith Albus. Very interesting.*snip*But she wanted to. Everything between them was going to end today; she knew it, and she wanted him to have the truth of it before he left her. She was done with lies and half-truths.*snip*Another similarity - I like it.*snip*"It isn't necessary," she said, carefully and deliberately taking her hands out of his again."Maybe not, but now that I have a lead, a solid lead, I can—""You don't.""I don't what?""Have a solid lead.""Minerva, I can understand it if you don't want to believe that Berquier had anything to do with Gerald's de—disappearance. But the evidence, the circumstantial evidence anyway, is right here in this report. Don't you want to know the truth? If Berquier had anything to do with it, he should be brought to justice. He had the investigation stopped and the records sealed. These rich, pure-blood bastards think they can get away with anything. They—""Petrus Berquier didn't kill Gerald.""You don't know that, Minerva. If he was blackmailing—""I do know.""How?""Because I did."*snip*Perfect!I also love the invention of French magical money - or your creation of the name for it, and the fact that you translated the value of the money Berquier gave her.Another excellent chapter, and I'm rather glad that Minerva killed Gerald - the guy was a lame excuse for humanity.

That was my first thought after reading McNair's letter to B (my French is awful) about having an affair with Minerva - that Minerva was in on the dissapearance of McNair. In fact, being that McNair wasn't able to be found only points more so to Minerva - the Transfiguration mistress - who could easily transfigure him permanently - dead or alive.More cliffs to hang off of, evil Squibby.

*snip*It had been before Albus's time on the Wizengamot, but he'd heard enough about it from Elphias Doge, who'd sat on the case. A witch, apparently unhappy in her arranged marriage, had disappeared one night, leaving her husband and small children behind. The witch had been declared dead after a year, and the wizard had subsequently remarried. When the witch reappeared some two years later, demanding custody of her children, the former husband had refused. The sorry tale had ended with the witch killing the new wife and children and cursing the husband to madness.*snip*When you told me you admired Medea - I didn't think you admired her THAT much! Wow.*snip*"Look, this Berquier sod, he was an important man, right? Chevalier de l'Ordre d' Auberon and all? Sits on the French watchamacallit . . . Conseil des Sorciers?"*snip*OH - you have Alastor pegged here - pegged completely! I can just hear him trying to speak French with flair - but spitting bullets afterward because it tasted so nasty in his mouth! HAHAH!And I just LOVE the difference you show us between the straight forward Alastor compared to the elusive and cryptic Dumbledore - this made me laugh out loud!*snip*"So someone pulled some strings to keep it all quiet." Alastor shrugged. "That's not so surprising. Happens all the time. But it made me wonder what came of the investigation. So I tried to find out. Guess what?""What?"*snip*I can just see Dumbledore standing there looking uncomfortable with how direct Alastor is being - I don't think Albus would be entirely comfortable with any subject involving Minerva - but its just so funny to see you write this - its a humorous dicotamy.*snip*It was just before Christmas that Alastor got Dumbledore's note letting him know that access to the records had been arranged. They wouldn't send copies, however, so he would have to look at them at the Palais, so one Tuesday, he made the nauseating trip to back to Paris.*snip*HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA - LOLOLzzzzzz - that is so perfect! My mother used to go to Paris every year, I've been once and - well despite the fact that I love the food, I really don't love the culture - far too frilly and pansy for me - and I would imagine Alastor would feel exactly the same! SOooooooooooooooo perfect!Ahhh - you leave us hanging on the cliff! You wicked woman!Oh well - at any rate, I love the way you write Albus and Alastor here - their differences, in mannerisms and such, are so comical when put together - especially in a tense situation.

Enjoying the ride so far. But what is a "Fundocutem curse"? My latin sux ;)

Wow, what a twist! I really like the reveal via the almost clinically detached police reports.

Surely you don't expect us to believe that Minerva actually had an affair with Berquier? He may have 'taken something in lieu of money' that the bill collectors that took her wedding ring refused (and he may not have given her a choice)... but it doesn't matter what we believe. It appears that Alastor believes it, even after Albus told him not to jump to conclusions.

Because of the Trace, Gerald would know conclusively if Minerva had sex with Berquier, but that contradicts Berquier's statement that 'there is no proof' (which is pretty weak as a denial). Unless there is some reason that the Trace isn't in effect. Proof wouldn't matter if Gerald believed it though, and I can't see him having a calm conversation with Minerva about it. Frankly, I can't see him sitting down and calmly writing a blackmail letter about it. But I think what disturbed me most was the way Gerald refers to his wife as a 'foreign whore'.

Great job, as always!

No way did Minerva have an affair with him. But that is a very interesting twist to the story. Cant wait to see where you go with it. 5 stars.

Interesting chapter -- I can't decide which parts are pertinent and which parts are just background, but they are all enjoyable!  I still can't help but think that no good will come from Alastor's investigation into Gerald's disappearance. Minerva certainly wouldn't want him to continue (and I think he probably knows that on some level) but I hadn't considered that he's really doing it for himself, or at least so he can be more confident about his relationship with Minerva.  I love the irony in his jealousy of Malcolm's relationship with Albus, and I love that he cares enough about Malcolm to feel jealousy.  And I find it amusing that he decides he wants to actually marry Minerva, at least in part, because he's jealous of Dumbledore -- over Malcolm.  



For some reason I wasn't surprised Malcolm chose to go into potions -- if his mother hadn't been competent with them, he might not even be alive, and I have the impression Dumbledore is good at potions (alchemy, dragon's blood), but I don't remember if that's ever been said outright.  I do wonder (and don't expect you to tell) if his working on a potion that will actually extend youth (and therefore life?) is at all significant.  I was also glad to see that Malcolm's 'private lessons' with Dumbledore apparently lasted a good bit of the rest of the school year, so they were able to really get to know each other.



Once again, you let us see Mummy Minerva.  I loved that she just cast a few cleaning spells when Malcolm was out of the room, rather than nag him, and her reaction to his new girlfriend was priceless.  At least she controlled herself well enough not to tell him 'she's just a waitress'.  And Alastor confronting her with her prejudice, and her realization that he was right, were wonderful.  Most of all, I was glad (but not surprised) to see that she didn't care what field he went into, as long as he was happy.

A very interesting chapter that is moving the plot forward - I had honestly expected Alastor to figure out Malcolm's parantage right quick, after his talk with Minerva about "this and that" and I love how you're building this up - as well as the jealousy that Alastor already has of Dumbledore - that's interesting.

And, of course, you must work your French into everything you write... *grins* Oh so Squibby of you! But it adds quite a bit of flavor and broadens the world. Me likes!

Interesting look at Minerva and Alastor's relationship -- and I realized that we (still) haven't really had a look at it from her POV. But -- ouch. Poor Alastor, he's in deeper than he knows. Poor Minerva too. I'm sure she didn't mean to use Alastor like that; as she said, he wasn't the only one to lose control. She may not even have realized that he would have a problem with it if she had thought about it; Gerald certainly never apologized for being too rough. Was she just trying to relieve tension and got carried away, or was she punishing herself? Or both? Her tears were certainly about the situation with Albus, just as her eagerness to make love in the first place seemed to be an effort to forget it.

And of course Alastor picked up on the tension between Minerva and Albus. I'm impressed that they were both able to control themselves during dinner well enough that even Alastor didn't pick up on it immediately. I suppose that shows just how reserved they both are.

And I liked the bit of humor at the beginning:

"Maybe," said Alastor. "But I could've been Polyjuiced, couldn't I?"

"You're paranoid, Alastor," remarked Minerva.

Oh poor dear Minerva.  Thankfully she has Alastor and he wants nothing more than to be there for her.  I am sure he will not turn agaisnt her once the truth is out but will  understand her reasons considering who she was married to.  Albus is behaving as best as he can for right now considering what has transpired.  He is keeping his anger and frustration in check and that is a good thing.  Another great chapter, thank you so much. 

Amazing chapter.  I love Elgar he is so good to her and the respect and love they have for one another is wonderful.  The letters back and forth were great, I am so glad that he is not accepting her resignation.  Now she just has to confront him in person which is going to be so incrediably difficult.  Great chapter.

Whew! You just keep amping up the tension! I can hardly wait for that discussion! And what did Minerva tell Alastor? He had to have been with her a while before she got Albus' response, and I don't think she was in any condition to pretend everything is OK.

This part makes me go 'hmmm...'

There were discussions to be had . . . steps to be taken . . . but he could not think about them now.

Steps to be taken? I know, I know, patience. But you are so good at raising new questions (and tensions), even as you are answering old ones.

I like that Minerva went immediately to research invisibles, (and your in-story textual references are, as always, so believable that I want to read them myself), so she was able to figure out that Albus knew. Did she suspect that the family with the trait might be his, or did she just want to know more about it for Malcolm? And when she panicked and ran to his office, Albus literally slammed the door in her face, which was probably for the best, since it allowed both of them to cool down and think things through.

Her nerves after she got back to her quarters were spot-on. Roaming around aimlessly, moving things and dusting just to have something to do... The letters were perfect too, and the way she burst into tears when she thinks of Hogwarts at Christmas, thinking she will soon have to leave it forever, really reinforced her emotional state. I had to lol at the chess piece stabbing her -- just the right bit to break the tension slightly.

Have I mentioned that I adore Elgar? He knows everything (even things we don't--yet) and takes care of her and loves her unconditionally.

Hooo boy - I think I reviewed this earlier - I can't remember - didn't I on another site? But I can't stand to see one of your chatpers go nakey without a rewview from me ... so where to begin ... how about - HOLY HELL!This chapter is so tense and tight with emotion I'm surprised Albus DOESN'T blow the roof off the school/castle ... the anticipation is like concrete - Albus is perfect with Malcolm - as I'd expect - and I even like how you wrote him throwing his own inward tantrum - I guess he can't be perfect all the time ... but it was interesting to see him so upset about a quality (that Minerva shares) that he has in spades - I found that terribly ironic - Albus' introspection/anger/fear of love and the unknown is beyond tangiable - its quite perfect to his character, actually - as much as I hate to admit it.I can't even read much further ahead right now - too tense - and I can't bare to watch these two's friendship tear apart, nor that poor boy being stuck between them ... so you let me know when its okay to peek and come back up for air, right?If I could give you 6 stars, I would. This chapter was probably as gripping as the Chapter in Epith after Dumbledore duels Gellert - and Amelia and Minerva read the Profit together and Minerva flips out and blows up all their dishes ... that chapter was probably the hardest of your work I've yet read, until this.

Um... Wow. This was really good. I expected Albus to be upset (who wouldn't be?), but upset enough to be afraid he'll lose control and destroy the castle? Wow. That's pretty ... extreme, especially since he already knew. But as you say, there is a difference between knowing and knowing. And this is an excellent reminder of just how powerful he is.

I had hoped he would realize that she was desperate rather than thinking she was just cold and calculating. No doubt he's feeling betrayed too, and since he still doesn't know what she went through with Gerald, what the memory of that night meant to her, or that she had a bit of a crush on him, he can't know that she's already paid a pretty high price for what she did. And I still wonder if she might have been able to persuade him to go along with her if she'd been honest, but that would be a very different story.

I do hope that on reflection, he'll realize how unlikely it is that Malcolm would know--how exactly would she have told her son something like that? Although I hope she'll tell him something eventually, or he's going to spend his life worrying that he'll go crazy like his father, grandfather, great-grandfather, etc. (he's not any stupider than his mother). But I don't envy Minerva that conversation any more than I do her next one with Albus--assuming he tells her he knows. Even if he doesn't, she's bound to pick up something in the atmosphere. Despite his anger, he already seems to be beginning to accept it though, since he doesn't want to completely destroy his relationship with her (or his son). What is the irrational fear Albus has? Is he afraid that Malcolm knows, is he afraid someone else will find out, or is it something else? What are the feelings he is repressing?

I did enjoy Albus' interaction with Malcolm at the beginning of the chapter, and his nerves before he met with him. His rage at the extent of Malcolm's injury seemed a little more in line with what a father would feel too, despite his denial later.

BTW, I hate cliffhangers!

ut oh.... Minerva is going to get it

DUN! Finally. Albus doesn't really need a spell -- just a mirror. I absolutely love the way you used invisibility for him to figure it out. Only someone very familiar with invisibility would even suspect, but they would be suspicious--or at least very curious--almost immediately. And very few people do know anything about it (invisibility). I surmise that Minerva doesn't know that Albus has the talent? I guess Albus never really thought about when Malcolm's birthday was before; I had wondered about that. I'm sure Minerva never brought it to his attention.

Once again, I love 'mummy-Minerva', this time with a dash (or more) of panic, and Malcolm in full-blown embarrassed teenager 'oh Mum!' mode.

Malcolm has a girlfriend! The attack scene was very well done. Once the Slytherins got him into their compartment, I could hardly stand to take the time to read it; I was afraid that you were going to let him get seriously injured, but Malcolm was absolutely awesome: calm but commanding, then completely intimidating, casting wandless protegos, then barely moving his wand, but mostly just dominating through the force of his personality. He didn't lose his temper even after being hexed in the back, even after they brought up Gerald's disappearance. Even Yaxley felt compelled to do as he was told, though he fought it off. The lip-locking jinx only appeared after they called him a 'mad Macnair'. Minerva really needs to talk to him about that (although he probably hasn't told her it bothers him). She could at least reassure him that he doesn't have much in common with the Macnairs, without giving everything away.

All he needed was a pair of those weird specs and he'd look like the Headmaster's bloody doppelganger.

From the mouths of babes...

About time Albus figured it out. Now the big question is what is he going to do about it. Cant wait to see what you decide. I love your Malcolm, he's a great original character.

Ahh finally.  The next few chapters will be very interesting indeed.  How will Albus confront Minerva about the date of birth and how will she react to him knowing.  Will they or won't they tell Malcolm, will he have to find out himself? Looking forward to finding out what happens next.  :-)

 Great chapter.  I love the comfortable relationship that they have and the trust in one another.  Alastor is such a good guy and is it wonderful how he is being so open and honest with him.  Minerva is lucky to have them.  I'm just afraid this is the calm before the storm and something is brewing right around the corner.