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What's Heat Gotta Do With It?	By : McGonagall Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 5130 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1

You were never really fond of Healers, let alone St. Mungo's. You hated going there as a child, even when only visiting an ill great-aunt. You vividly recall the week you had to remain there at the age of six with a rather serious Muggle flu. As of today you still have no idea of how you ever got ill with that, since Muggle children usually get it from each other when at school, but you have never gone there. You were the daughter of two very capable and rather well-known Gryffindors, and already having shown signs of great magical abilities since you were only a few months old, they never doubted that you would get your letter for attendance at Hogwarts… and indeed at the age of eleven, it arrived, with a large tawny owl, in the particularly neat, narrow and loopy handwriting of Albus Dumbledore, who by then was still Deputy Headmaster at Hogwarts' School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. You would later consider him the best wizard of all time.

You wouldn't have thought it when he became a key figure in your education and even helped you to become an Animagus, nor when he became your best companion. You never would have imagined Albus would be killed by a pupil you yourself once taught. You never could have guessed that there would rise another Dark Lord even more cruel and dangerous as Gellert Grindelwald had been. You never could have guessed that it would be the handsome and forever lonely Slytherin boy who was only a year below you at Hogwarts. You never really confided in him, but you could never have imagined that because of him, you would end up in St. Mungo's with serious injuries – twice.

You didn't have the faintest idea that there would be a Dolores Umbridge taking over and getting Dumbledore from his position as a Headmaster. You never would have believed that her Ministry chums wouldn't hesitate to send four Stunners to your chest as you tried to save the Gamekeeper, the boy who had been sent from school because everyone thought he had opened the Chamber of Secrets. You were one of the few who followed Dumbledore in not believing it was all true.

You didn't have the faintest idea that he would have gone so far as to create Horcruxes to remain invincible, nor that there would be a Boy-Who-Lived who eventually defeated him for good in the Battle that had you in St. Mungo's recuperating for months because you fought with your heart, your body and your soul to defend your second home.

You had no idea about all that when you sat there in the cot, arms crossed and waiting for the Mediwitch to finally tell you what was going on with you. Hogwarts really changed lots since you left. The Castle hadn't changed very much. The hallways were still the same, and all rooms were still used for the very same purposes. Gryffindor Tower was still located behind the portrait of the Fat Lady on the seventh floor of the Castle.

The staff had changed immensely, though. Armando Dippet was no longer Headmaster, and Albus Dumbledore had taken up the position. With exception of you replacing him as a Transfiguration Professor, Head of Gryffindor House and Deputy Headmistress all in one – he must have had great confidence in you – in the meantime a lot of other Professors had changed as well. Professor Stripes had left as an Arithmancy teacher and been replaced by the much younger female Professor Murray, and the former Matron of Hogwarts, Madam Comfit, had finally been replaced by someone younger as well. It had been time. You still recall how very aged Madam Comfit had already looked in your school days, and you thought she really earned spending her old days in the sanctity of her own home, and not running after ill pupils and sometimes Professors… most of the time solving mishaps from during Transfigurations or Potions. You recall those things well from your school days.

Poppy Pomfrey seemed like a capable Mediwitch, and you really hoped she would be able to tell you what was going on, and most of all be able to help you. You couldn't have guessed in any way what she came to tell you concerning the reason of your strange condition. You hadn't told her about every little thing, but she seemed to know what she was talking about, considering she herself was the one who mentioned a more intense need for intimacy in the situation you were in then… even though you had only mentioned the hot flashes and the more developed senses both as a feline and a human being. You never told her what you actually thought about when these hot flashes washed through your body at the most unanticipated and unwelcome times of the day. You told her you thought it was truly awkward when you were used to not being able to see much without eyeglasses and then suddenly didn't really need them anymore.

You were truly convinced Albus had saved you from the downfall taking you in by offering you the job. You never would have imagined yourself teaching, and certainly not at Hogwarts. You chose another career path after school. You enrolled into a Ministry course for Auror training. You were halfway your first year of training when the war in the Muggle world with the Germans ended and the war in the Wizarding world with Grindelwald only reached its peak. Your training was discontinued until a year later, when Dumbledore himself finally defeated the first Dark Lord.

You only had about seven months of training done, but you were a member of the force as well. In the lead-up to that final battle, your mother and younger sister fell prey to Grindelwald's followers. Both were raped and tortured until death in order to get the necessary information from your father, who was an Unspeakable for the Ministry. You knew he would have given any information that they wanted had he had it, but they wanted more than he could give, and they didn't believe him. By the time they began raping your sister, he began making up false information, but they had seen through his lies, and your sister bore the consequences of it. Your father was an honest person and no good liar.

It was that incident that caused the Minister for Magic, Hephaira Thrumneedle, to order everyone to stay at home, and the ones who wanted, to join in on the force. They had only told you that something had happened with your father in the late morning after that horrible night and had refused to share any more news. You came home early to find half of the family home destroyed, two Ministry officials wandering about the area trying to do you never knew what while your father cried over the bodies of your mother and sister. You internally chastised yourself for having worked through the night – not that you could have done more. The war had become more serious, and you had offered to help the others after your hours with the bunch of Muggles who survived Grindelwald's attacks in any way you could: modifying memories, get them to hospitals and try restore the possible from their homes. Had you only known that your very own home was being attacked…

Your father never was the same again, and you weren't either. Where you had been motivated to finish Auror training before, you were driven then. You wanted to make sure to keep such things from happening in the future if you could, even though Grindelwald was defeated. You wanted to be ready if it happened again, even though you hoped you wouldn't need to. You're still not sure if you were ready for Lord Voldemort, though – both the first and the second time. You were certainly not ready for losing your very best companion during the second: your true and only savior.

You served the Ministry until you were thirty years old. Your age and the need for younger and better and your personal situation were the reasons for you to leave. You kept your dignity by resigning yourself. They had already mentioned very tactfully that there were aspiring new Aurors in training who were very young and bright, and they skillfully wondered if maybe you hadn't thought of a family quite yet. You were in a loving marriage with a Muggle who had accepted you for who you were: a witch. He treated you like a queen. He was all you ever could have hoped for and all you ever wanted, but it had not gone very well in your relationship for a few months already by the time they suggested this, and children were the farthest thing from your mind then.

Children had come up a few times in conversations between Eric and you, but first you had to finish your Auror training, and then your father became ill and died before he could even see you graduate. He never saw you two get married a year after graduation, and it is something you regret. Even though in the end it didn't actually work between you both, you still regret neither your mother or father having been there as it happened or your sister.

You met after a trip to Diagon Alley. You had just gone to Madam Malkins to fetch the robes you had ordered for yourself a week before. Instead of Apparating like you usually did, you had impulsively considered to walk a few miles first. You had thought to enjoy the nice weather as it lasted. Scotland, where both your family home and Hogwarts were, had often rainy weather, and thus you chose to enjoy yourself in the sun. You transfigured your robes into a light yellow summer dress and walked through London until you bumped into the man of your dreams as in a film. Your bags and you yourself landed on your bottom on the concrete. As in a dream, he helped you upright before gathering the bags you had dropped. He suggested to have something cool in the pub across the street as a way to apologize for not having watched his way and having caused a lovely lady like you to fall. Your initial response had been that you were as guilty of that as he, for you yourself hadn't really watched where you had been going either, but you hadn't told him that and had joined him instead.

You talked about lots of things until evening fell, having lost yourselves in each other's words and little gestures: smiles, fingers trailing over the wet sides of your glasses… When you both realized the hour, he asked if he would ever see you again. He told you he had had a very good time and that it had been a while since he had had such a sensible conversation with anyone.

After two dates you kissed. After four you ended up in bed together.

You, being a Pureblood, knew that he was a Muggle since the first literal collision. Eric had appeared so very Muggle, using things like a small thing which he called 'lighter' to light his cigarette instead of an easy spell. After that first night you ended in bed together and after the first 'I love you' had been spoken by both of you, you told him that there was something he needed to know about you first before continuing your relationship. He had watched wide eyed as you eventually found your wand in the mess of clothes beside the bed and made his pillow float for a second before telling him that what you held was your wand, which allowed you to perform Magic. He asked if there was something else he had to know, and had told you whether you could do things with a piece of wood or not, he still thought of you as the love of his life. His one.

You weren't his one for long, though. As his position in the company he worked with changed and he had to leave you more often for business trips abroad, so did your relationship.

Your Auror training took one year longer with the interruption because of the war. You were twenty-two when you graduated. You were twenty-three when you got married. You were thirty when the divorce was finalized.

You tried everything to save your relationship, but you couldn't act as if nothing had happened when, after two months of doubting if he really had to go abroad for business again or lied, he called the name of another in his sleep. You confronted him with it all, and he admitted that he had lost his job months ago. He had gone to the pub for a beer to try drown the thought of how he was going to tell you when he ran into a 'normal woman.' He admitted to her being more alluring than he ever thought possible, more alluring than you had ever been, too. Considering you had come home too tired for any kind of intimacy the last two weeks, he had not been able to control his urges and had taken her to a cheap hotel.

Instead of telling you, Eric came home and told you he had gotten an promotion and would have to travel more often. Instead of going to work, he went to the bar and paid with the money for which you had both worked so hard. He paid the hotel with your money, where he shagged her all day and night like a rabbit. He could go his merry way with her in any state. You would never be able to tell him off for coming home intoxicated or smelling like another woman's perfume because he was always gone. He never told you until he had no other choice. You never discovered it earlier, and you still chastise yourself for letting him control your finances and never worrying about it yourself.

You still wonder what went amiss. It hurts to think about it. He was the ideal husband for six years, and then… Had love not been enough? Had he actually ever loved you if he could do something like that to you? You still wonder if he really loved you, and the insecurity haunts you. You still wonder why you had never seen it coming.

In the end maybe you were glad that he left you first, so that you didn't have to do it. You could muster the strength to question him only after two months of well-founded suspicions after the name of another woman had fallen from his lips. You doubt that you ever would have been able to put an end to it and tell him to leave or do that yourself even though the pain his actions caused. The love you felt for him was so intense and overwhelming. He had been your first in everything, and when you heard that he had fallen prey to Death Eaters and had been killed, you cried, still.

You resigned the day after Eric left with all he had. You were forever glad that you hadn't transferred the money you had inherited from your father after his death from Gringrotts to any Muggle bank, like you did with your money. You put the house you had lived in for sale and moved back in your family home. The house was sold to a newlywed Muggle couple after four weeks.

Albus Dumbledore came to visit you six weeks after the divorce was finalized. You were not doing well. You had found your way to your parents' wine cellar soon enough and you upended enough to make even a Scot feel dizzy and seriously wasted. You hadn't paid attention to cleaning up or anything, and you were so ashamed when suddenly your old Headmaster stood at your door then, which you barely got open with your shaking hands. With one glance across the room, those piercing blue eyes perceived what had happened. The tam-tam had done its work in getting the rumor about your divorce even to Hogwarts, and the state you had been in had confirmed the rumors for him.

You vividly recall how he remained quiet as he guided you over to the couch and sat you down on it. He found his way about the house and got you a potion that would diminish the effects of all the alcohol and a cup of hot tea. He remained sitting there as, slowly but surely with the potion and the tea, you became yourself again.

The shame still pulses through you at the thought of his blue eyes filled with sadness as he looked at you and asked what had happened to the bright pupil he had once taught. It was a rhetorical question, but it didn't hurt any less. He did not give you a chance to reply before addressing the reason for his visit. He told you that the man he had hired to fulfill his position as a Transfiguration Professor, Head of Gryffindor House and Deputy Headmaster was rather disappointing. Albus told you he was more busy with solving issues in Gryffindor Tower and rereading the paperwork the new professor had done than his tasks as a Headmaster. He told you he needed a substitute soon, and since he had heard you no longer worked at the Ministry, he offered you to come live at Hogwarts and try it. He would keep looking for another professor in the meantime as well but needed someone he could actually trust until then. That was not the case with Professor Downy.

You remember looking at him with eyes conveying disbelief. You remember asking him if he had truly looked around. It was the first cloudless moment since you found that your husband was cheating, and you realized that you were running in the awry direction full force. Albus looked at you with his clear blue eyes, telling you that maybe it would be better for you to be around others. He didn't beg you, but the pleading in his eyes convinced you eventually. You couldn't say anything but yes.

You acquired a place right beside him in the Great Hall from the first day. You entered the mix in the middle of the year, only right before the end of the first term, but even though that was a fact, the pupils didn't seem to think you were a bad professor at all. You soon knew you had to be firm to keep them in hand, but they did fine and rarely caused issues. The Gryffindors you had under your wings rarely caused havoc as well. You were glad about that, and slowly but surely, by being so busy with putting classes together, teaching them, grading essays and tests, doing the required paperwork and keeping an eye on the Gryffindors and your daily chess evenings with Albus, you were beginning to feel better. You felt more like yourself again.

That was until you began experiencing odd things around mid-April. It had easily rolled into May, and two weeks of such nonsense without any prospective of it getting better was enough. It only seemed to be getting worse even, and so you saw no other option than going to the Matron to ask for help. Where was she either way?

You slid off the table and just when you were about to pull back the curtain to find where by Merlin the Matron was, she pulled it back before you had the chance. "I'm sorry," she muttered, before sighing in exasperation. "Minor mishap during Potions class… Now," she said, and you quirked your eyebrow waiting for her to come to the point of the matter. She looked you in the eye and waited for you to sit back on the edge of the bed before speaking. She easily flicked her wand and you thought that you recognized it as a muttered silence charm. "It seems to me that you are in heat."

You looked at her with wide eyes full of disbelief. "I'm… what?"

"You're in heat. This is the season in which felines begin going in heat, and considering your Animagus is a cat, it is possible that some traits take over in your human form as well. I see no other reason for you having these… oddities otherwise: more developed senses and possibly a stronger sex drive as well… If you haven't experienced it thus far, you will for sure soon enough. I assume this is the lead-up. Heat itself takes less than a week."

"It'll get worse? And why haven't I experienced it before? I've been an Animagus since I was eighteen."

"Oh yes, it will get worse," Poppy replied. "I assume the reason why you haven't experienced this before is because it likely took some years for you to fully get in tune with your Animagus. Secondly, I assume since you were in a relationship until… well, and you were intimate likely regularly; your body didn't feel the urge to make the desires of your Animagus known to you. I don't see any other reasonable possibility to elucidate this," Poppy said. "I will do some research for a way to temper the consequences a bit, but…"

"There's no cure?"

"This is rather unique, so… I fear not, no…."
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