Chapter One:
McGonagall's Favor
Harry had a rather interesting Transfiguration lesson. Usually, however, he thought them dull with too much note-taking invlolved. In fact, he hadn't been required to take notes at all during the current Transfiguration class.
Harry was just beginning his sixth year at Hogwarts, and he had so far kept his nose clean. He still looked the same as ever; untidy dark hair, deep green eyes, always-broken glasses.. and, yes, a scar that was legendary. The lightening bolt evidence of the Avada Kedavra, imprinted solely upon his forehead.
Professor McGonagall dismissed the class, and just as Harry got up from his seat and laughed at one of Ron's house elf jokes (at Hermione's expense), McGonagall called Harry to her desk, rather sternly. His heart fell and so did his smile. Ron gave Harry a good luck signal, and then left him there.
As Harry approached McGonagall, he went over what he might have done wrong. Nothing came to mind, but that couldn't be it.. the only times that Harry had actually been called to see Professor McGonagall was because he had done something wrong.
He gulped and stepped up to McGonagall's desk. She was silent for a moment, her thin lips pursed and her eyes focused intently on Harry. He didn't move, afraid to appear nervous, and therefore guilty.
"Potter, I would like to ask of you a favor," McGonagall said suddenly. Harry blinked.
"A.. a favor?" Harry repeated. "Thats why you wanted to see me?"
McGonagall paused, her face still stone. "Yes, I believe so," She responded in a serious yet almost-sarcastic tone.
Harry slightly relaxed and dared not to ask what the favor was. Instead, he awaited further intstruction from Professor McGonagall.
"I would like you to look after my niece, Morgan. She just started attending Hogwarts. She's a third year, just transfered from Durmstrang, where her parents live. I thought that this would be easy for you to do, considering your past challenges.. As such, she's having a little -- er -- trouble making friends. She's in Gryffindor, so this shouldn't be too hard." Professor McGonagall explained.
Harry didn't know what to say, so he only nodded.
"Well, get on to your next class," McGonagall said, resuming her strict attitude.
"Oh, right," Said Harry, and proceeded to the door.
"And, Potter,"
Harry turned to McGonagall.
"One word of any misdemeanor -- pulling pranks on Morgan, setting the wrong example -- and Filch will be ready to hold your detention. Good day."
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The first addition to the story! It's my first time, so bare with me! You can expect the next chapter soon.. No later then tomorrow, I promise :)
Any comments, complaints, suggestions? Please review, and perhaps rate! Thanks, ~Harvest
McGonagall's Favor
Harry had a rather interesting Transfiguration lesson. Usually, however, he thought them dull with too much note-taking invlolved. In fact, he hadn't been required to take notes at all during the current Transfiguration class.
Harry was just beginning his sixth year at Hogwarts, and he had so far kept his nose clean. He still looked the same as ever; untidy dark hair, deep green eyes, always-broken glasses.. and, yes, a scar that was legendary. The lightening bolt evidence of the Avada Kedavra, imprinted solely upon his forehead.
Professor McGonagall dismissed the class, and just as Harry got up from his seat and laughed at one of Ron's house elf jokes (at Hermione's expense), McGonagall called Harry to her desk, rather sternly. His heart fell and so did his smile. Ron gave Harry a good luck signal, and then left him there.
As Harry approached McGonagall, he went over what he might have done wrong. Nothing came to mind, but that couldn't be it.. the only times that Harry had actually been called to see Professor McGonagall was because he had done something wrong.
He gulped and stepped up to McGonagall's desk. She was silent for a moment, her thin lips pursed and her eyes focused intently on Harry. He didn't move, afraid to appear nervous, and therefore guilty.
"Potter, I would like to ask of you a favor," McGonagall said suddenly. Harry blinked.
"A.. a favor?" Harry repeated. "Thats why you wanted to see me?"
McGonagall paused, her face still stone. "Yes, I believe so," She responded in a serious yet almost-sarcastic tone.
Harry slightly relaxed and dared not to ask what the favor was. Instead, he awaited further intstruction from Professor McGonagall.
"I would like you to look after my niece, Morgan. She just started attending Hogwarts. She's a third year, just transfered from Durmstrang, where her parents live. I thought that this would be easy for you to do, considering your past challenges.. As such, she's having a little -- er -- trouble making friends. She's in Gryffindor, so this shouldn't be too hard." Professor McGonagall explained.
Harry didn't know what to say, so he only nodded.
"Well, get on to your next class," McGonagall said, resuming her strict attitude.
"Oh, right," Said Harry, and proceeded to the door.
"And, Potter,"
Harry turned to McGonagall.
"One word of any misdemeanor -- pulling pranks on Morgan, setting the wrong example -- and Filch will be ready to hold your detention. Good day."
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The first addition to the story! It's my first time, so bare with me! You can expect the next chapter soon.. No later then tomorrow, I promise :)
Any comments, complaints, suggestions? Please review, and perhaps rate! Thanks, ~Harvest