Disclaimer: If you're stupid enough to believe I own HP, then you are sadly deluded.
AN: Another response to elibubble's 'Battle of Hogwarts challenge' this time, I was actually GIVEN this character. ;D
The battle flashes around him and Professor Slughorn finds himself working harder than he's ever done before. Curses and jinx's fly about, left, right and centre and Slughorn found himself cornered by a group of dark wizards. The girl behind him, a scared fourth year Slytherin (who had sneaked back in, even though he specifically ordered her to stay behind.) grabbed his arm so tightly that he could feel it cutting off his circulation.
He raised his wand, prepared to fight to protect the girl behind him. (Because lets be honest, who else would? She's a Slytherin and the rest of the school had made it very clear as to what their thoughts were with regards to Slytherin's.)
Before anyone could make a move, there was a sudden flash and suddenly Slughorn's opponents went down. Only one remained and he quickly turned to duel their rescuer.
It was Minervra McGonagall, her hair loose and her eyes flashing angrily. Her opponent, a man with a long and sallow face, leapt onto the offensive. His wand movements were sharp and aggressive, unrefined and harsh in their style. McGonagall, by comparison, was an artist, her style graceful and refined; a majestic goddess made flesh. It soon became clear who was superior. The dark wizard panicked and threw curse after curse, but McGonagall simply weaved and spelled her way around him like they simply weren't there. Moments later, the dark wizard hit the ground. With his death, McGonagall turned to face Horace.
"Nice to see you could join us Horace." She said with her eyes twinkling.
"Well I couldn't let you Gryffindor's have all of the fun." He joked nervously. And as the battle continued, he couldn't help but admire her elegance and grace. She was truly a majestic goddess made flesh.