Merlin McGonagall
Prologue
"She has done it, my Lord," a squeaky voice trembled nervously. "It's too bad to be true."
"WHAT," the Dark Lord snarled, his fists banging the table. "It canNOT be possible, I SWORE it would never happen!" At this point the Dark Lord was flinging spit everywhere, including on the man with the squeaky voice, Wormtail.
"I'm afraid t-that she has had a child, m-my L-lord," Wormtail stuttered, beads of sweat pouring down his face.
"Then the prophecy has been fulfilled," the Dark Lord (aka Voldemort) sighed. "On the night of the full moon, the Green Lighting and the Blue Star will team up to defeat the Red Snake."
"Well, I guess that's not good, is it?" Wormtail said stupidly.
"It is obvious that it isn't good," Voldemort snapped. "You know I do not want to be defeated. Fortunately, I've got a suspicion of who the two 'conquerors' will be. They are the two most powerful children born in the wizarding world this year. One of them just happens to be Potter's child…"
On Thornberry Lane, Minerva McGonagall was gazing fondly at her little baby, Merlin. "He is so innocent," Minerva thought, sighing. Merlin McGonagall was a healthy baby boy, with startling blue eyes. Minerva absolutely loved her son, who looked like her husband Jeremy, and so she swore she'd never leave him. Only later did she realize that promise would fall apart.
In Godric's Hollow, Lily Potter held her small 2-month old son Harry. "He is so innocent," Lily thought, sighing. Married to a wonderful man named James Potter, Lily had the happiest of lives. Lily knew that she'd never leave her family. 10 months later would prove her wrong, unfortunately.
When Merlin was 10 months old and Harry one year, Voldemort attacked the Potter household, hoping to kill the Potter generation before they had more children to defeat him. The attack left James and Lilt dead, and Harry all alone in the house. Minerva McGongall was afraid for her son's life, since Voldemort could come any second. Minerva thought she should hide Merlin, somewhere that Voldemort would never find. She decided upon her wizard cousin Nennol Terger and his wife Eve's house. They were of the decent sort, keeping mostly to themselves. Minerva hoped that they wouldn't mistreat her dear son. Apparating to the Tergers' house, she knocked on the door and waited, holding Merlin tightly in her arms. She could not believe she was doing this. Tears were forming in her eyes, but she made them disappear. It would not look good to her cousin if she appeared at his doorstep frazzled. The door opened to reveal a man with black hair and brown eyes standing sleepily, rubbing his nose.
"Hello Nennol," Minerva said simply, her face completely unemotional.
"Minerva," Nennol smiled good naturally. "I was just having my afternoon nap. Rest actually, since I'm so tired. Anyway, what brings you to my house?"
"A favor," Minerva managed to say, keeping the lump in her throat from forming. "You-know-who has murdered James and Lily Potter, and is on the rise. I need you to protect Merlin, my son, as he grows up. It is really too dangerous to have him live at my place any longer."
"Of course I'll do that," Nennol nodded, his face melancholy. "I'm always obliged to help."
"Thank you, Nennol," Minerva replied, allowing a tiny smile to peek through the worry on her face. "I know you can keep good care of him." Before she handed Merlin over to Nennol, she gave him a kiss on the forehead, nearly choking on tears. Then Merlin was safely in Nennol's arms, so she Disapparated away from her cousin's house before Nennol could see the tears running down her cheeks.
Author's Note: So....how did you like it? Please use constructive critisism! I really want to improve my fics so that they will be better to read and understand! Please review! Thanks!