Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the Harry Potter book. Hmm, for some reason, I feel that the disclaimer should be in small font. Please review! Anyhow, enjoy the story :)
Isobel Mcgonagall, the daughter of Hogwarts professor Minerva Mcgonagall sat in the window seat of her London flat, staring out at the dreary weather. Yes, the daughter of Mcgonagall, not that she had been a mother to her at all. Of course, being the daughter of the Dark Lord did not endear herself to her mother at all. Instead, while Minerva was at the ministry DMLE, Izzy was abandoned at home alone and forgotten, forced to fend for herself while her mother buried herself in her work. In addition, the everyone tended to stay away from her, with the exception of muggles, but she soon came to enjoy her isolation.
A gentle tap on the window pane startled her out of her thoughts. A large, tawny owl hovered outside, and Iz quickly let her in. As soon as she untied the letter from the owl's leg, it quickly flew out and away. Izzy darkly chuckled. Even owls don't like me she thought.
Izzy quickly slit open the envelope and withdrew a crisp white fold of parchment.
"Mother," she snarled, and hands shaking slightly, she opened the parchment and scanned the contents.
Isobel,
It's your mother. Again I would like you to please, please reconsider. Elphinstone and I would love to have you in our house and I would love to get to know you. I am so sorry for what I have done in the past and beg your forgiveness for my inexcusable actions.
That said, could you join Finn and I for tea this Saturday at, say maybe four in the afternoon at Hogsmeade?
With all my love,
Your Mother
Iz snorted with derision. Ever since Minerva started teaching at Hogwarts, she had claimed that she had changed and owled Iz multiple times, begging forgiveness and asking for her to visit. Like I ever would if I had a choice she thought cynically. She was of age, at 18 and could do whatever she wanted, including secluding herself from the Wizarding World and ignoring her dearest mother. Ever since she got together with her old DMLE boss, she had gotten insufferable, asking for her to stay over the weekend and for tea to 'get to know her'. Bullshit, if she wanted to know me, she would have done so 18 years ago when I was born.
The kettle whistled, and Iz swiftly got up from the window seat, and crossed the minimalistically decorated living room to the small, but decidedly cozy kitchen. She quickly took the kettle off the stove, and poured herself a cup of tea… and burned her tongue on it when the doorbell suddenly rang. Iz frowned, and thought back quickly to see if she invited anyone over. No, but I'll see who it is she decided.
The doorbell rang a second time, this time more insistently. She huffed, and quickly tied her long, smooth black hair into a low ponytail, crossed the living room to the door, and wrapped a snug cashmere shawl that she got from Nana the previous Christmas around herself.
She swung open the door, and her mouth subsequently dropped when she saw who it was.
Who do you think should be on the other side of the door? Again, please review :)