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Gran Minnie

At the end of July, Minerva woke to an owl pecking away at her window.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up, the bird’s impatient pecking only grew.

“Be quiet!” She hissed as she flung open the window. It was the middle of the night, surely whatever the owl was delivering could wait until the sunrise.

But as she pried the letter from the talons and opened it up, her eyes widened as they scanned the parchment.

“What is it?”

“I have to go—”

“Minerva!”

“James and Lily had their baby, I have to go!” Minerva quickly crossed the room and began to fumble around in her wardrobe for clothes.

“Why didn’t I get a letter? I was around them just as much as you were when they were at Hogwarts!” She yawned from the bed.

“Your name is on the envelope, dear.”

“Was it really?”

“No.” Minerva smirked as she fixed her hair. She brushed her teeth and quickly pulled on her robe.

“Forgetting something?” A voice called from the bedroom just before Minerva reached the door.

With a grin, Minerva turned around and kissed her wife, who merely rolled her eyes with a smile pulling on her lips.

“And you say you don’t have favorites.”

It was Minerva’s turn to roll her eyes and the familiar laughter filled the air as she apparated to St. Mungo’s.

By the time she had arrived, the hospital was practically empty.

She referred down to the letter still in her hand and continued walking down the corridor to find the room.

The nervousness in her stomach only grew as she drew closer to the door, but she wasn’t even certain why she was nervous in the first place.

These were her former students, but deep down Minerva knew she saw them as more just like they saw her as than their former professor; No one else would send a letter in the middle of the night disclosing the news of their newborn child to a professor they didn’t see as a parental figure or even like.

As she brought her hand up to knock on the door, the door flung open revealing a particular black haired man with grey eyes.

“It’s about time, Minnie! If this was my child, I would have sent the letter ages ago, but Lily wouldn’t let me—”

“Sirius! Let McGonagall enter the room!” Lily snapped from the bed, but once Minerva’s head shot over, a smile was on the redhead’s face.

Minerva politely smiled as she stepped inside, immediately being bombarded with hugs from all four of her boys. A true smile pulled on her lips as all the nervousness fled the longer her boys engulfed her in a group hug.

“There’s someone we want you to meet.” James said as they all pulled away from each other.

It hadn’t been long since Minerva had seen her boys, but somehow, James Potter had aged significantly since the last time they spoke. He was just as goofy as always, but something about the way he now carried himself left Minerva with a bittersweet feeling. After all, the hazel eyes staring back at her belonged to a new father, rather than the eleven year old boy that was sorted in Minerva’s house only nine years prior.

With a smile, James led Minerva to the chair on the side of the hospital bed. He turned back to Lily, who was grinning as she looked down at the bundle of joy in her arms. She passed the baby to her husband and Minerva watched as the green eyes filled with tears as soon as they met her own eyes.

“McGonagall, we’d like you to meet Harry James Potter,” James softly spoke as he passed the baby to Minerva. “Harry, this is McGonagall, your Gran Minnie, if you will.”

Gran Minnie

Her head instantly shot up and she was met with two giddy—yet teary eyed—20 year olds, both simply nodding back at her.

She stared down at the baby in her arms, but it was quite difficult to take in the beauty of a newborn baby with tears forming in her eyes. She moved a hand and quickly wiped them away, a smile plastered on her face as she continued to look at the baby—her grandson.

“Well hello there, Harry,” She whispered to the baby, who was still sound asleep. “If you’re anything like your mother, you’ll be quite the spitfire, and if you’re anything like your father, I can only imagine what type of mischief you’ll get into—”

“Minnie!” James laughed, but out of the corner of her eye, she watched as he quickly wiped away a few stray tears that had fallen.

“If you’re anything like either of your parents, Harry, you’ll be just fine.” She smiled and when she looked up, she noticed that not only were Lily and James tearing up on the bed, but Sirius, Remus, and Peter were crowding around on the bed as well, all trying to blink back tears. She turned back to Harry and hoped they hadn’t seen her tears too. “Who’s the godparent?”

“I am.”

She smiled even harder at the sound of a particular voice and looked up at Lily, who stared back with nervous eyes.

“Nice choice.” Minerva softly spoke, just loud enough for the new mother to hear. Out of the corner of her eye, Minerva watched Lily relax considerably, but her eyes quickly fell on her eldest son, whose head was leaned on his boyfriend’s shoulder. Minerva watched as Remus reached for Sirius’ hand, looks of adoration and love on both of their faces as they gazed at Harry.

As the baby stirred in her arms, Minerva couldn’t help but look around at her four boys, and smile. They were growing up before her and though it was sad to watch them grow up so soon, she couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of love at the thought of settling in to her new role—A Grandmother.

Gran Minnie

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