Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the Characters, JKR does and I only write for fun.

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Prologue

Every other student would have been nervous. They would be nervous, as to why the Headmaster had called them to his office at the last day of school, while everyone else was on their way to the train to go home over the Summer. Fourteen year old Minerva McGonagall wasn't nervous, she was calm as can be while she sat on a chair in the office of Headmaster Dippet.

Minerva wasn't even thinking about why she was here, she was simply enjoying the few remaining moments at school before she and her younger brother, Malcolm, a first year Hufflepuff, would return to the hell they called home.

Their father was afraid of Magic, he, being a Presbyterian minister, believed that magic was evil, he despised what his children and wife could do, what they were. Out of love for her husband, their mother didn't do magic any more, but Minerva, Malcolm and Robert Jr, called Bobby, couldn't control their magic, at least not until their went to Hogwarts, but before that, their father had his own way of making sure they understood that magic wasn't good or a gift. It was a curse.

Every time they had performed accidental magic, he would beat them. He preferred a belt over bare hands and the scars that covert Minerva's back were proof of what a man could do out of fear over the unknown. She probably wouldn't have that many scars, if she wasn't sacrificing herself for her brothers as often as she could. Minerva was always trying to take the blame, trying to prevent them of going through the pain that seemed to come with what they were. Sadly it sometimes ended with two beatings, one for performing magic and the other for trying to cover it and lying.

It wasn't until she attended Hogwarts, that Minerva began to realize that magic wasn't bad. It didn't have to be something regrettable or painful, it could be freedom, it could be happiness, but most of all being a witch or a wizard was indeed a blessing and not a curse.

Even though it had been hard for her to leave her brothers behind and not being able to protect them from their father, Minerva soon found herself feeling more at home at Hogwarts than she ever did in the house she grew up in. Being in Hogwarts meant to be able to perform magic without getting punished and to be herself.

Minerva had thought, that if she was able to control her magic she could also teach her brothers and then maybe their father wouldn't hurt them any more. Because even after all the pain he had caused her, Minerva still wanted her father to love her. She dreamed of a father that loved her and was proud of her like the ones her classmates had. It had taken her a lot of time to understand that it wasn't her fault that he didn't love them. It was his fault, his alone.

But it had been wishful thinking that he would stop once she was able to control her magic. Even though she studied so hard that she was top of her year and could even do more than many second or even third years. Still, when Minerva had arrived home after her first year, her father caught her telling her brothers about Hogwarts. It had been the worst beating in her life and she had to sleep on her stomach for two weeks because of the cuts on her back.

Minerva never told anyone about what happened at home, afraid of what would happen to them and that no one would believe them anyway and because she was ashamed. When she had made it on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team in her second year she always waited until everyone had finished their shower or she would take a shower in the bathroom of her Dorm so nobody would see the marks on her body.

Not even her two best friends Poppy Pompfrey and Rolanda Hooch knew what happened at her home, only that whenever they talked about their homes that Minerva was awfully quiet. The black haired girl feared that they didn't want to be friends with her once they found out about what was going on in her home.

Shaking her head as if to get rid of the dark memories in her mind, Minerva stood and looked around the office. Her eyes wandered over the many portraits of the old Headmasters and Headmistresses of Hogwarts, while looking around her gaze rested on a big mirror.

Minerva stared back at her reflection, she was 5'7" tall, had shining black hair that went down to her chest, but was mostly up in a ponytail or bun and green eyes. According to some other girls in her year, her pale skin, high cheekbones and narrow nose together with her slim yet athletic build and the decent breast size made her quite attractive. But even being an excellent Chaser didn't mean she was popular or that boys were asking her out all the time, no, most thought of her as the swot with no live outside her books and Quidditch.

Sighing she turned around and her eyes laid on a strange Hourglass on a shelf by the fireplace. Minerva had never seen anything like this before, it was all glass but what fascinated her was the sand inside. It was so white, that she was sure if it was night it would have glowed, but that was not the only thing, the sand seemed to be moving! She blinked and reached out, mere inches from touching the Hourglass she stopped her hand.

What if Professor Dippet would come in and catch her?You're only holding it and then you'll put it back, he will never know! a voice spoke in the back of her head. So Minerva took the hourglass in her hands, first she was surprised as the glass was warm like somebody had been holding it for a while, she then took a closer look.

As she held the Hourglass, Minerva once again she wished to be able to go anywhere but home. She wished for nothing more than to be away from her father and her mother who let her husband hurt their children.

Suddenly the Hourglass became hot in her hand, shocked Minerva hurried to put it back, afraid she touched something forbidden or maybe even dangerous. She quickly tried to put it back, but then it slipped from her fingers and fell to he floor where it broke at her feet. Once the Sand was free it whirled over her shoes and from one second to the other Minerva felt like she was being pulled in two.

As soon as the feeling arrived it was gone, staggering a little backwards, she looked at herself and then around the room, nothing had changed. Maybe, it had been just a souvenir from a friend rather than some magical artefact.

"Reparo." mumbled Minerva and watched how the Hourglass repaired itself. Just when she had put it back to where it belonged, she turned around and walked back to her seat when Headmaster Dippet arrived, with Malcolm following close behind.

"Excuse us Miss McGonagall, but I had to deal with Peeves who tried to lock a group of first years inside the kitchens, among them was your brother and- never mind."

"No problem Professor." was all Minerva answered while she laid her arm around Malcolm's shoulders. Then the Headmaster got serious.

"Please understand that I really wish I had better news for you today, but I am sorry to inform you that four days ago your little brother died." they just stared at him and Minerva's heart stopped beating, what? Surely she must have misunderstood, Bobby wasn't be dead, her sweet, little Bobby who had sent her his very first letter he had written all on his own only a week ago, couldn't be dead. Minerva's world stopped and she felt like nothing would make sense ever again, not even her own life. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she didn't even realize she held a sobbing Malcolm in her arms.

"How?" she breathed out looking at her Headmaster with a plea in her eyes to tell her that it wasn't true.

"He drowned in a lake near your home." answered the old wizard and Minerva went rigid.

"T-that's not possible! Bobby is afraid of water! He-he wouldn't go near that lake! There must be a mis-" suddenly it hit her like a stone. It wasn't a mistake, she knew her little brother better than anyone else, he was afraid of that lake since a boy in their street had told him that there was a monster inside and since then he hadn't gone near that lake. It had been him. There was no other explanation, her biggest nightmare came true, he had murdered her little brother, his own son.

It was like her brain stopped working, everything was numb and she couldn't hear, she couldn't see, she couldn't think. There was only one thing in her mind, he had murdered her little brother, he was gone and they couldn't even say goodbye. Minerva didn't listen to what Dippet said, she barely registered that she was moving and suddenly she stepped outside the fireplace in her living room with Malcolm right behind her.

The house felt colder than it had ever felt before, the mere thought that he wasn't there any more, that she would never hear his voice and laughter, or see his face again and how his eyes began to glow when she told him stories of Hogwarts caused new hot tears to run down her cheeks.

Just when the siblings moved a tall figure appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, clutching a half empty bottle of whisky in one hand. Acting on instinct Minerva stepped in front of her little brother. Seeing his children suddenly standing in the living room, Robert McGonagall Snr let his eyes drift from them over to the fireplace. Because of the alcohol it took him a few seconds longer than normally to realized how they had arrived.

Knowing what would happen next Minerva pushed Malcolm out of harms way as their father dashed over to them and grabbed her by her throat.

"Ya stupid littl' brats! How dare ya!" he slurred as he threw his daughter at the wall, "You filthy, evil daemon! Ya learn to obey me, I'll teach ya where ya place is!" he shouted and the smell of booze that hit her face nearly caused her to gag.

Minerva didn't fight back when he tore her blouse and bra off, she didn't even flinch and only wrapped her arms around her chest.

"Stop it! Leave her alone!" Malcolm shouted and tried to pull him away from his sister, but a slap from his father sent him to the ground with a bleeding lip. For a second everything was quiet except for the heavy breathing of their father and the sound of an opening belt.

"Go." was all she said her brother understood, he ran up the stairs and looked the door to his room. Before Minerva heard the sound of the door closing upstairs the first strike hit her back. Again she didn't even flinch.

"You will obey me! You will obey me!" her father continued to shouted at her and underlined every word with a hit of his belt. After a while she wasn't sure if he was still screaming at her or if it was her youngest brother he was shouting at. Had this been the reason he had to die? Because he had disobeyed their father?

She looked to her right and again new tears streamed down her face, but not because of the pain, she barely registered it, her mother stood there and watched. She watched how her husband beat her daughter and simply watched. This should make her sad or angry or both, but it didn't. Minerva felt nothing, she was numb.

After the farewell celebration of this year Albus Dumbledore stood in his office and looked out the window, watching the last carriages disappearing out of his sight. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, another year was finally over.

Just as he turned to sit behind his desk and start with the never ending paperwork, there was a soft pop and a young girl stood in his office. Despite his age he drew his wand in a blink of an eye.

"Who are you?" he asked pointing his wand at the girl, when she turned around he couldn't believe what he saw.

"Wha- Who are you? Where is Professor Dippet?" asked the girl right back, drawing her own wand.

"I asked you a question, who are you?"

"I'm Minerva McGonagall!"

"That's not possible." Dumbledore answered it couldn't be, it simply couldn't!

"Of course it's possible, now who are you?"

"I'm Professor Albus Dumbledore." he said and the green eyes of the girl widened.

"What- No! You're-?" she lowered her wand and stared at him.

"Yes I'm Dumbledore, but was is more important is, how did you get here?" after a moment he spoke out the only thing that could explain this, "You must have somehow travelled in time."

"No I didn't! I was only waiting on Headmaster Dippet and my brother!" Dumbledore nodded.

"Well I guess you're around fourteen years old, that means that your from 1950 or-"

"Was? What do you mean was, it is still June 31 1950!" he sighed.

"No, today is June 31 1994."

Well that is the first Chapter of my first HP Fanfiction, please leave a review if you liked it! Constructive criticism is welcomed too. I'm sorry for what Minerva is going through but what you read in the prologue was important for the rest of the story. Just so you know young Minerva is NOT the answer to all questions and she can't prevent everything bad that is going to happen, but she will change some things. Just so you know, this won't be a Mary Sue story, (at least I try not to make it one)

The Characters might be a bit OOC but who cares, if you do then you're free to leave.

For those who liked it, I hope you will stick around to read this Fanfiction :)

English is not my first language so if you find mistakes please tell me, I also don't have a Beta but wouldn't say no to one, so if you think you want to Beta this story send an PM.

Oh and before I forget! I have quite the demanding job so I won't be updating weekly ^^