This has been placed on the backburner for a couple of years now. It's a story that I thought about for years. Please comment and Enjoy.
Excitement buzzed through the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Dark Lord Voldemort was finally destroyed. The wizardry and Muggle world were now safe to live and grow up in. Harry James Potter's triumphant name filled every copy of the Daily Prophet a wizard's newspaper where the pictures moved in the frame. Six years after the fall, however someone else celebrated something more dear to them.
Professor Minerva McGonagall walked the lonely halls of Hogwarts. She knew her life was slowly disappearing just like the other professors that came before her. Walking out the great oak doors she walked across the Courtyard and onto the large landscape surrounding the giant castle. She saw her destination a mile away from where she stood. A small wooden hut that looked like it was struck by lightning a few times.
Clearing her throat she glided down the rock path and came towards the front door. Knocking sharply but softly she waited. A large bark came from inside. A smile smile appeared but disappeared just as quickly. A hairy face appeared in the doorway.
"Good ter see ya, professor McGonagall," the hair spoke stepping aside allowing McGonagall inside. Fang the Boar hound moved off a chair allowing McGonagall to take his spot. "What can I do yer?"
McGonagall sighed and looked at Rubius Hagrid with soft eyes. "I believe it's time to stop the freezing charm on, her." McGonagall said standing up and straightening her robes. "I'm planning on placing her in a orphanage somewhere away from here. America sounds like the best place to do that."
"I see professor." Hagrid said nodding his huge head softly. "Let me get her." He smiled softly and walked towards his huge bed at a corner of his small hut. Turning to face McGonagall Hagrid reached up and grabbed what looked like a huge sandwich which turned out to be a weaved basket. Handing the basket to McGonagall who took it with shaking hands, she slowly lifted the top and looked inside. A small form laid motionless underneath thick blankets.
Clearing her throat McGonagall muttered something and the small figure began to move. A small hand gripped the side of the blankets and it let out a small cry. "Aveaia." McGonagall sung placing the basket on a table and lifting the small figure out carefully bringing the blankets with it. "It's alright, I've got you safe now."
"She is adorable, professor," Hagrid said peering over McGonagall's shoulder. "She's got 'er mother's eyes and 'er father's smile."
"That is true, Hagrid." McGonagall agreed as Aveaia smiled softly in the warmth of her blankets. "Her father would be very proud of her. Now if you'll excuse me I need to place her in proper care before she is old enough to come back to Hogwarts."
"Sure thing professor. I'll be waiting your return." Hagrid smiled and McGonagall left closing the door behind her as she disappeared.
~D.R.~
New York City was a place McGonagall never dreamed of being in. She searched the town for only a few minutes before locating a small shabby building on a small corner. St. Adam's Orphanage. Est. 1938. Looking over her shoulder she rushed over and knocked on the door. Leaving a note for the caretaker. She hid in the shadows as the caretaker open the door and saw the small figure on the top stairs.
"Oh, you sweet little girl," the woman said her voice was full of love as she peered down at the baby who slowly began to whimper. "It's okay. I got you. Come on inside little one. Come on inside." The door closed behind the woman and the baby, allowing McGonagall to walk out of the shadows. A small sad smile spread across her face.
"Soon, my precious one," she said her grey hair falling in front of her golden eyes. "I will see you soon. I promise. With a quick swish of her cape McGonagall vanished from sight.