The New Gryffindor Princess
Summary: Professor McGonagall, the Queen of Gryffindor, has been in control of all situations in her fifteen years as Head of the Lion House. But when a teenage girl named Merida Roslynne arrives after being expelled from Beauxbattons, Minerva has more than one problem when she has to deal with the new Gryffindor princess. Minerva is about the same age as the Marauders in this fic.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except Merida.
Chapter One
Aside from the great Professor Albus Dumbledore himself, Professor Minerva McGonagall was the most highly recognised authoritarian figure in the entire of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had been in her post as Deputy Headmistress and Head of Gryffindor for nigh on twenty years and she had never been happier to work, especially since the end of her previous job at the Ministry of Magic, shortly followed by the tragic death of her husband, Elphinstone Urquart. But she had carried on and built up her life again. She'd had everything under control. 'Had' being the operative word.
She had been teaching her fifth year Tranfiguration class to vanish snails when a knock came at the door. Minerva instructed the class on how to perform the charm once more, then went to answer the door. She was surprised to see Headmaster Dumbledore himself standing in the corridor facing her.
"Albus! What can I do for you?" she asked, closing the door behind her and turning to face the elder man.
"Minerva, we have a situation that you need to come and deal with, please." explained Albus, looking over the top of his half-moon spectacles at his long-term colleague.
"Oh, what is it?" asked a curious Minerva, wondering which first-years had been tricked into playing with the Giant Squid this time. Draco Malfoy and his gang of Slytherins were notorious for being misleading to innocent first-years. The boy was supposed to be a Slytherin Prefect for Godric's sake.
"I think you should come and see for yourself." he finished, leading the woman towards the Transfiguration courtyard. Once they emerged into the midday air, the first thing the woman saw was a girl sitting on one of the benches. She had bright auburn hair which shimmered in the sunlight, a fitted purple jumper, some black jeans and purple ballet pumps. She looked amazingly familiar to the Head of House, even with her hair covering her face, but it was when Dumbledore addressed the girl and she answered that Minerva McGonagall could no longer conceal a gasp.
"Would you like to come here, child?" called Dumbledore. The girl rose to her feet in silence, her red-brown hair reflecting the light onto the stone. Minerva's mouth dropped open in shock as the girl's auburn waves fell away from her face, revealing Minerva's features mirrored in her delicate, heart-shaped face.
"Merida?" breathed McGonagall, staring at the girl's emerald green eyes. The girl replied in a Scottish accent a little softer than the stern woman's.
"Hello, Mum."
A/N: Just wanted to get this story off the ground, sorry for the short chapter. Please let me know if it's good, or bad, just so I know. Constructive criticism welcome, as always, as well as any praise or queries and questions. Should I continue?