A/N I don't own Harry Potter.

Hermione hummed quietly to herself as she did her homework. She looked puzzled and thumbed through her textbook. She grabbed her bag and headed toward the Transfiguration hall. She walked over to the picture of Godric Gryffindor and asked to see Professor McGonagall. Godric looked excited.

"It is an age old, unwritten rule of Hogwarts that on the one-hundred-and-fiftieth time a student visits a professor's office willingly, the student and professor will learn each other's stories. So, Miss Granger, off we go to the Chamber of Backstories." There was a flash of green light and she, Minerva and Godric were transported to a chamber similar to the one Salazar Slytherin made.

"What happened?" asked Minerva. "Where are we and why are we here and- Merlin's pants? Is that Godric Gryffindor?" Godric smirked.

"Yes it is Godric Gryffindor. I think you might know why we're here. It's Hermione's one-hundred-and-fiftieth time visiting your office. I remember a certain black haired girl coming here with Dumbledore. I wonder if she does," he grinned. Minerva opened her mouth, looking uncomfortable.

"As much as I would like to stay and chat, I have papers to grade." Godric gave her a look that could rival hers. She bit her lip. "Alright, it's because there are some things I would rather not tell a second year about." Godric looked sympathetic.

"I have no control over it. I'm just the moderator. And yes, you have to tell everything."

"Fine."

"Good. Now, it is tradition that the student goes first." Hermione looked nervous. "How about you tell us about your family?" Hermione nodded.

"My mum and dad are dentists. They have a building in a suburb of London. I'm an only child. Mum and Dad met in dental school and got married because of me, I guess. My mum died in childbirth. Her side of the family doesn't like me and Dad because he got her pregnant and I killed her." McGonagall's eyebrows shot up. Hermione continued. "What? That's what they say. I was never really a normal kid. I got teased at school a lot for liking reading, studying and being weird. I got expelled from seven primary schools because of accidental magic." Godric laughed and Minerva looked shocked. "Then I got the Hogwarts letter. Dad and I thought it was a joke and then Professor McGonagall comes and visits us. Dad was afraid of her." Godric laughed harder. "I can see why. This stern looking woman says magic is real, I have to go to a special school and she never smiled once during the whole thing. Once I get here, I was shunned. Everyone called me and they still do know-it-all, bossy and others that I don't know. What do mudblood and bitch mean?" Minerva gasped and Godric scowled.

"A mudblood is a very disrespectful term meaning a muggleborn witch or wizard. A bitch is a word for a mean girl. Who called you these names?" Hermione looked nervous.

"All of the Slytherin call me mudblood, everyone calls me bossy and know-it-all and a Slytherin called me the last one."

"She wants names, Hermione."

"Everyone in my year calls me names. But don't worry about me. No one does. I got sorted into Gryffindor. I thought I would be in Ravenclaw. I mean, I've never done anything really brave or daring. I was in the bathroom, crying, in my first year, when someone let a troll into the school. I probably would've died, if Harry and Ron didn't rescue me. We were wondering about what was in the third floor corridor so we asked Hagrid. He let slip something about Nicolas Flammel and we spent a long time looking him up. Then we found out about the Sorcerers' Stone. We went through the various tasks and were shocked to learn it was Quirrell, not Snape who was trying to steal the stone. We also watched a dragon hatch. A friend won an egg in Hogsmeade and tried to raise it. It got too big so we met up with some of Charlie's friends and gave them the dragon. Then we got caught by Filch."

"You mean Mr. Malfoy was telling the truth?" Hermione nodded. "I was so mad at you all that night and he was innocent!"

"Malfoy is never innocent, and about you being mad, that's the understatement of the century." Godric laughed and McGonagall looked irritable. "That's all of my story."

"So, Min," said Godric. "It's your turn."

A/N What do you think? Any ideas for McGonagall's story?