"Do you know anything about Transmutations, Mr. Potter?" asked Minerva. Suddenly looking very much like she used to when in a classroom setting, she stood in front of Harry's desk imperiously and gazed at Harry inquisitively. This was Professor McGonagall, ready to enlighten Harry with an impromptu lesson, he understood and like any good student, Harry sat a little straighter in his armchair.

"Very little," Harry admitted, curiosity growing. 

 

 Innocence, the word repeated itself in Harry's mind as he glanced between Ginny and Teddy as she reassured him that Harry would join them once he was done discussing grown-up things with Professor McGonagall and placed a kiss to the top of his brown locks. Teddy didn't think he liked Professor McGonagall very much just then, he really, really wanted his godfather to see the new nose he had learned to transform his into while at the table.

A/N: This is a WARNING! The topic touched upon this chapter might be a difficult and delicate subject for some. I know it is for me, but it needed to be touched upon in order to set up the stage for this story.
Thank you for reading. And my sincerest apologies to those whom I’ll be bringing up unpleasant memories while reading this chapter, that isn’t my intention.


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