If Only
By KaTs
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I am "borrowing" it for my own enjoyment only. I am making no money off of this story. Please don't sue me, cuz I don't have any money.
Summary: What if the Dursely's had left Harry by the side of the road and not taken care of him? Minerva McGonagall would agree to take the boy in is what would happen. As "Aunt Minnie" and three year old Harry Potter spend a school year together with the rest of the staff and students at Hogwarts, what will happen?
A/N: My only fic waiting to be updated is currently on hold, cuz Kats can't come up with anything good to put in it. Hopefully I won't lose my mind and not be able to update this one and I WILL NOT get writers block. Although, a beta would be nice...anyone who wants to can e-mail me @ SweetSinger1899@aol.com that would rock :) Thanks....R&R, please.
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Chapter One: "Aunt Minnie!!!"
"Aunt Minnie!"
Minerva McGonagall fixed the bun on the top of her head quickly, placed her hat that perfectly matched her robes on her head and walked briskly into the living room where three year old Harry Potter sat, being wrapped up in his cat, Riannon. The grey cat with a little bit of white on her face, four paws and the tip of her tail was quickly enveloping the small boy. Even though the cat was much smaller than him, he could barely move.
Minerva picked up the cat off of him and smiled as Riannon hit pawed at her hat until it fell off of her head. Harry picked it up and put it on his own head. It was much too big and fell over his eyes. Minerva put the cat on the grey couch and picked the hat up and put it back on her head. She then fixed Harry's green robes that matched his eyes perfectly, the eyes that looked so much like his mother's, "Come Child, your hair is a mess. I'm going to see if I can fix it."
Harry laughed, his untamed jet-black hair and glasses made him look exactly like his father. His only physical link to his mother, Lily, was his eyes. Minerva offered her hand to the boy who was famous in the wizarding world. He wouldn't be living with her had his muggle relatives not put him on the side of the road when they found him. Muggles were non-magical folk, and it pained Minerva to know the boy was not loved by any of his real family. She had agreed to taking him in, knowing that her home would be the easiest to protect. She felt the familiar tug of the three year old pulling himself up using her hand and she began walking down the hall into the large bathroom.
She pulled out a comb and began brushing the hair to either side. Minerva learned early in her time taking care of Harry that his hair would not tame with magic or muggle ways, but she had to try. She made a lightning shaped scar on his forehead more visible as she brushed away the hair, she remembered what the boy did to make himself famous at one year old.
The darkest wizard of all time, a wizard who wanted to kill all muggles and magical people who were not purebloods, witches and wizards who had only magic blood in them, and even purebloods who liked muggles and those who were not pureblooded. There had been a prophecy, it featured Harry, and this wizard attempted to murder the boy, killing his parents in the process. Harry somehow sent the killing curse, back at the Dark Lord, leaving nothing more than a scar on his forehead. The dark wizard's name was Voldemort. Though it was understood throughout the world that you are not to say his name. Lord Voldemort became known as "You-Know-Who" or "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." Harry was the first person ever to survive the killing curse, and that made him known as the Boy-Who-Lived.
Harry's life was still in danger, for Voldemort's followers who had not yet been caught are out for him. He is safe in two places, his current home with a teacher at a school of witchcraft and wizardry called Hogwarts, and at that school. Harry didn't quite understand any of what had happened, yet.
Minerva gave up on the boy's hair after a good fifteen minutes of brushing, "Come Harry, let's get you some breakfast. Then we must go to Hogwarts."
Harry smiled, "Yes Aunt Minnie," She sighed as he used the name she couldn't stand, but it was the only thing he could pronounce at his young age, "I want pancakes with peanut butter on top!"
The woman nodded, fixing his green robe so it lay flat. There was fifteen days until the new school term started, and once again, Minerva was unsure of how to take care of a three year old while teaching her classes. She then quickly made him two pancakes, spreading butter over the top of both of them. She cut them up and placed the plate with a fork on it in front of him. She then poured him a glass of milk and set it in front of him, "Eat up Harry. We've got to go to Hogwarts today, and we've got to leave in thirty minutes. Everything we'll need this year has already been transported there."
She made herself some coffee and a bowl of oatmeal and sat down across from the child. She'd grown to love him like her own child, "Yay! Hoggerts!" She heard the boy shout. She laughed and shook her head, knowing that it would be a while until he could properly pronounce the name.
As soon as he was done eating, with a wave of her wand, the dishes were clean and put away. Harry clapped as he always did when she used magic to do something, "Now Harry, go get Riannon. The three of us must apparate to Hogwarts."
"Hoggerts!" The boy shouted as he made his way to the couch where the one year old cat had curled up to sleep, "Come on Riannon, let's go to Hoggerts!"
Minerva watched as he carefully picked up the cat. She knew she would have to carry Riannon most of the way, but that was what she was least worried about. Harry wasn't a big fan of apparating, and the first, and only, time he'd ever apparated with the older woman, he was sick immediately after. Minerva hoped it wouldn't happen again. She took Riannon out of the boy's arms and held her with one while holding onto Harry's hand with the other. She opened the door and walked out of it, shutting and locking it behind her. She then kept Harry close as they walked quickly to an alley that was not protected by spells to keep Harry safe.
"Harry, I'm going to pick you up, you need to hold onto me very tightly, I am holding Riannon, so I can only hold you with one arm. I don't want you getting hurt, all right?"
Harry nodded, he knew that apparation was not fun. He remembered the time three months ago when he threw up immediately after, they still couldn't figure out why. He felt himself being lifted by 'Aunt Minnie' and he held on tightly, so tight that she knew after too long she wouldn't be able to breathe. She held Riannon tightly and apparated from the alley to just outside of the Hogwarts grounds where the apparation barrier was not found. She then let Harry down. She looked at the boy, he was pale, and she knew that could mean only one thing.
Harry's breakfast came back up immediately. He clung to Minerva's leg, "Aunt Minnie, I don't want to do that again!"
She sighed, "Don't worry, you won't." With a wave of her wand, she cleaned up the mess on the ground and Harry's face, "As soon as we're inside, I'll take you to the kitchens to get a glass of pumpkin juice, okay?"
Harry nodded just as there was a loud 'pop!' next to them. Minerva saw Professor Snape, who taught potions at the school. He looked down at Harry, who after last year, was more than just a child who looked like the father Snape had despised in his youth, but a young boy, who, with the proper care and nurturing, would grow up to be a wonderful young man, polite, caring, and compassionate. Harry looked up at the man and pulled on Minerva's robes, "Aunt Minnie, is that Sevrus?"
Snape rolled his eyes at the child's attempt at his name, "If you are going to say it, Potter, at least say it right! Sev-er-us."
Harry looked up, tilted his head, then started running towards the large castle known as Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Minerva glanced at Snape and began walking, with the man close behind. Riannon was still in her arms and she knew that Harry would run out of air soon and would then be sitting on the ground waiting for her.
Of course, she was correct and met him half way, "Come along Harry. We've got to go."
"But Aunt Minnie, I have an icky taste in my mouth and I'm tired."
"Do you want an icky taste out of your mouth?" Harry nodded and Minerva continued, "Then we have to go inside and go to the kitchens."
Harry nodded, stood up and walked the rest of the way with her. He climbed the steps on all fours, almost like a dog, and then walked inside the large doors, "HOGGERTS!" He shouted.
Minerva laughed quietly to herself, "Come Harry, let's go to the kitchens. I'm sure the house elves would be perfectly happy to get you something to drink."
Harry watched as Minerva let Riannon down, "We'll be able to find her later. I know where she'll go." She saved the boy from panicking about his beloved cat. Harry then took Minerva's hand and walked with her to the kitchens, knowing that it would be the only way to feel better. He hoped that he could play with Riannon later.
They got to the kitchen and Minerva tickled the pear so she could enter. They entered together and she saw one of the house elves, "Ferox, would you mind getting Harry here some Pumpkin juice? He is quite thirsty, and he just got ill from apparation. I don't want him having too much, just enough to get the taste of vomit out of his mouth."
Ferox nodded, "Yes Mistress McGonagall."
Minerva smiled as the little pink elf ran off to get the pumpkin juice that was requested. When she returned, Harry drank down the the juice, "Thank You, Ferox."
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A/N: Just so people know, ferox is courageous in Latin...
Coming Up: Snape gets to watch over Harry as Aunt Minnie goes to Hogsmeade to buy supplies for the school year, but she can't take Harry because he gets quite sick...
By KaTs
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I am "borrowing" it for my own enjoyment only. I am making no money off of this story. Please don't sue me, cuz I don't have any money.
Summary: What if the Dursely's had left Harry by the side of the road and not taken care of him? Minerva McGonagall would agree to take the boy in is what would happen. As "Aunt Minnie" and three year old Harry Potter spend a school year together with the rest of the staff and students at Hogwarts, what will happen?
A/N: My only fic waiting to be updated is currently on hold, cuz Kats can't come up with anything good to put in it. Hopefully I won't lose my mind and not be able to update this one and I WILL NOT get writers block. Although, a beta would be nice...anyone who wants to can e-mail me @ SweetSinger1899@aol.com that would rock :) Thanks....R&R, please.
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Chapter One: "Aunt Minnie!!!"
"Aunt Minnie!"
Minerva McGonagall fixed the bun on the top of her head quickly, placed her hat that perfectly matched her robes on her head and walked briskly into the living room where three year old Harry Potter sat, being wrapped up in his cat, Riannon. The grey cat with a little bit of white on her face, four paws and the tip of her tail was quickly enveloping the small boy. Even though the cat was much smaller than him, he could barely move.
Minerva picked up the cat off of him and smiled as Riannon hit pawed at her hat until it fell off of her head. Harry picked it up and put it on his own head. It was much too big and fell over his eyes. Minerva put the cat on the grey couch and picked the hat up and put it back on her head. She then fixed Harry's green robes that matched his eyes perfectly, the eyes that looked so much like his mother's, "Come Child, your hair is a mess. I'm going to see if I can fix it."
Harry laughed, his untamed jet-black hair and glasses made him look exactly like his father. His only physical link to his mother, Lily, was his eyes. Minerva offered her hand to the boy who was famous in the wizarding world. He wouldn't be living with her had his muggle relatives not put him on the side of the road when they found him. Muggles were non-magical folk, and it pained Minerva to know the boy was not loved by any of his real family. She had agreed to taking him in, knowing that her home would be the easiest to protect. She felt the familiar tug of the three year old pulling himself up using her hand and she began walking down the hall into the large bathroom.
She pulled out a comb and began brushing the hair to either side. Minerva learned early in her time taking care of Harry that his hair would not tame with magic or muggle ways, but she had to try. She made a lightning shaped scar on his forehead more visible as she brushed away the hair, she remembered what the boy did to make himself famous at one year old.
The darkest wizard of all time, a wizard who wanted to kill all muggles and magical people who were not purebloods, witches and wizards who had only magic blood in them, and even purebloods who liked muggles and those who were not pureblooded. There had been a prophecy, it featured Harry, and this wizard attempted to murder the boy, killing his parents in the process. Harry somehow sent the killing curse, back at the Dark Lord, leaving nothing more than a scar on his forehead. The dark wizard's name was Voldemort. Though it was understood throughout the world that you are not to say his name. Lord Voldemort became known as "You-Know-Who" or "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." Harry was the first person ever to survive the killing curse, and that made him known as the Boy-Who-Lived.
Harry's life was still in danger, for Voldemort's followers who had not yet been caught are out for him. He is safe in two places, his current home with a teacher at a school of witchcraft and wizardry called Hogwarts, and at that school. Harry didn't quite understand any of what had happened, yet.
Minerva gave up on the boy's hair after a good fifteen minutes of brushing, "Come Harry, let's get you some breakfast. Then we must go to Hogwarts."
Harry smiled, "Yes Aunt Minnie," She sighed as he used the name she couldn't stand, but it was the only thing he could pronounce at his young age, "I want pancakes with peanut butter on top!"
The woman nodded, fixing his green robe so it lay flat. There was fifteen days until the new school term started, and once again, Minerva was unsure of how to take care of a three year old while teaching her classes. She then quickly made him two pancakes, spreading butter over the top of both of them. She cut them up and placed the plate with a fork on it in front of him. She then poured him a glass of milk and set it in front of him, "Eat up Harry. We've got to go to Hogwarts today, and we've got to leave in thirty minutes. Everything we'll need this year has already been transported there."
She made herself some coffee and a bowl of oatmeal and sat down across from the child. She'd grown to love him like her own child, "Yay! Hoggerts!" She heard the boy shout. She laughed and shook her head, knowing that it would be a while until he could properly pronounce the name.
As soon as he was done eating, with a wave of her wand, the dishes were clean and put away. Harry clapped as he always did when she used magic to do something, "Now Harry, go get Riannon. The three of us must apparate to Hogwarts."
"Hoggerts!" The boy shouted as he made his way to the couch where the one year old cat had curled up to sleep, "Come on Riannon, let's go to Hoggerts!"
Minerva watched as he carefully picked up the cat. She knew she would have to carry Riannon most of the way, but that was what she was least worried about. Harry wasn't a big fan of apparating, and the first, and only, time he'd ever apparated with the older woman, he was sick immediately after. Minerva hoped it wouldn't happen again. She took Riannon out of the boy's arms and held her with one while holding onto Harry's hand with the other. She opened the door and walked out of it, shutting and locking it behind her. She then kept Harry close as they walked quickly to an alley that was not protected by spells to keep Harry safe.
"Harry, I'm going to pick you up, you need to hold onto me very tightly, I am holding Riannon, so I can only hold you with one arm. I don't want you getting hurt, all right?"
Harry nodded, he knew that apparation was not fun. He remembered the time three months ago when he threw up immediately after, they still couldn't figure out why. He felt himself being lifted by 'Aunt Minnie' and he held on tightly, so tight that she knew after too long she wouldn't be able to breathe. She held Riannon tightly and apparated from the alley to just outside of the Hogwarts grounds where the apparation barrier was not found. She then let Harry down. She looked at the boy, he was pale, and she knew that could mean only one thing.
Harry's breakfast came back up immediately. He clung to Minerva's leg, "Aunt Minnie, I don't want to do that again!"
She sighed, "Don't worry, you won't." With a wave of her wand, she cleaned up the mess on the ground and Harry's face, "As soon as we're inside, I'll take you to the kitchens to get a glass of pumpkin juice, okay?"
Harry nodded just as there was a loud 'pop!' next to them. Minerva saw Professor Snape, who taught potions at the school. He looked down at Harry, who after last year, was more than just a child who looked like the father Snape had despised in his youth, but a young boy, who, with the proper care and nurturing, would grow up to be a wonderful young man, polite, caring, and compassionate. Harry looked up at the man and pulled on Minerva's robes, "Aunt Minnie, is that Sevrus?"
Snape rolled his eyes at the child's attempt at his name, "If you are going to say it, Potter, at least say it right! Sev-er-us."
Harry looked up, tilted his head, then started running towards the large castle known as Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Minerva glanced at Snape and began walking, with the man close behind. Riannon was still in her arms and she knew that Harry would run out of air soon and would then be sitting on the ground waiting for her.
Of course, she was correct and met him half way, "Come along Harry. We've got to go."
"But Aunt Minnie, I have an icky taste in my mouth and I'm tired."
"Do you want an icky taste out of your mouth?" Harry nodded and Minerva continued, "Then we have to go inside and go to the kitchens."
Harry nodded, stood up and walked the rest of the way with her. He climbed the steps on all fours, almost like a dog, and then walked inside the large doors, "HOGGERTS!" He shouted.
Minerva laughed quietly to herself, "Come Harry, let's go to the kitchens. I'm sure the house elves would be perfectly happy to get you something to drink."
Harry watched as Minerva let Riannon down, "We'll be able to find her later. I know where she'll go." She saved the boy from panicking about his beloved cat. Harry then took Minerva's hand and walked with her to the kitchens, knowing that it would be the only way to feel better. He hoped that he could play with Riannon later.
They got to the kitchen and Minerva tickled the pear so she could enter. They entered together and she saw one of the house elves, "Ferox, would you mind getting Harry here some Pumpkin juice? He is quite thirsty, and he just got ill from apparation. I don't want him having too much, just enough to get the taste of vomit out of his mouth."
Ferox nodded, "Yes Mistress McGonagall."
Minerva smiled as the little pink elf ran off to get the pumpkin juice that was requested. When she returned, Harry drank down the the juice, "Thank You, Ferox."
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A/N: Just so people know, ferox is courageous in Latin...
Coming Up: Snape gets to watch over Harry as Aunt Minnie goes to Hogsmeade to buy supplies for the school year, but she can't take Harry because he gets quite sick...