Hello! Quick AN from this lovely tiger.
This little one shot was inspired by the various tumblr posts about Death greeting Minnie and then walking away after one look.
Minerva is an absolute queen (Especially sassy Minerva like yes, offer Dolores that cough drop!)
Enjoy! Read and Review lovely people!
Minerva McGonagall was a feisty witch with a temper to match when riled up properly.
Having lived through three wars, one muggle and two wizarding, she knew it would take much more for her to pass through to Death's open arms.
But she felt Death, she courted him every time a colleague passed on, every time one of her children and husband left her.
Death still came to greet her.
The day had been tiring. She'd long passed two centuries, with some of her favourite students still going strong with their own children and even grandchildren. She felt blessed that they included her in their lives as they continued to thrive. After her family had been wiped out in the first war with Grindelwald, the children she raised from the ages of eleven to seventeen kept her apart of their lives. Most of their own children and grandchildren referred to her as Aunt Minnie. It was soothing for her old soul most days.
As she sat behind her desk, exhaustion evident in her tired eyes as she eyed the papers on the desk warily. Long gone were her days of allowing her other teachers to be overloaded with such work like Albus had done to her.
That was when she felt it, the chill in the air as her hackles raised slightly.
Looking from her papers to the creature that most feared, sat patiently in the chair opposite her.
"You're not here to tell me it's my time, are you?" Minerva gazed over the edge of her spectacles, eyeing Death warily.
Death seemed to hesitate, never really having felt this exposed in the mundane realm, but this witch managed to do it with one withering look.
"Shall we call this life number three then, Minerva?" The almost ghosted voice reached her ears and she smiled.
"I should think so. Do pass on to your master that when it is my official time, it will be nice if he can take my old soul. If only for my peace of mind that I know I'll be safe in his hands." Death had known Minerva McGonagall long enough to know that the request was closest to an order she could get.
But he knew that his master would ferry her safely as he had done for his other friends and family members he lost after the second wizarding war.
So, without so much as a pause, Death nodded in acceptance to her request.
"I shall see you again soon, no doubt at least another six times, if my count is correct?" Another nod. "Then I shall see you again, Death."
"That you shall, Minerva." Came the ghosted voice before the figure disappeared from the seat.
Minerva McGonagall smirked as she began working through the paperwork.
There was a reason her animagus was a cat.