Chapter 1
To be totally honest, I don't know how I did it. After the war, life seemed empty. So I started finishing the studies I was forced to do at the Malfoy Manor when I was captured. The Dark Arts intrigued me - still do - but I never imagined ever using them. After all, my best friends were Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. We were the war heroes. Then, when I was walking to Harry's flat, they came for me. A jet of violet light hit my chest before I could move, and I saw the world going backwards. It seemed like hours, but the spinning finally stopped, and I saw I was at the gates of Hogwarts. Nothing was changed, apart from the fact that it was autumn now. I knocked on the gate, and Minerva's face appeared.
"Hello" I said, rubbing my arms to warm myself up "Can I be let in? I think Dolohov attacked me and I have no idea how I got here or why it's summer" My old Professor's face scrunched up in confusion.
"I'm sorry, but who are you?" My stomach sank, and when I looked more thoroughly, I could see that her face was less lined, and her hair was brown. I sighed in realization.
"No problem, Ma'am. I have a…strange predicament, you could say, and I really need to speak to Albus Dumbledore. It is urgent and has to do with Voldemort. Do you think you could escort me in? I'll hand over my wand if it will make you feel any better" Minerva's lips twitch in thought, and eventually she opens the gates, but holds out her hand for my wand, which I hand over immediately. The walk to the castle is short and awkward. It brings me sadness to know that my great aunt doesn't know who I am, but she will soon. We reach Dumbledore's office, and Minerva says the password. Going up the familiar stairs, I feel a twinge of homesickness. Entering, I take in the office, cluttered as per usual.
"Hello Albus" I greet him, smiling. "I am Elladora Catelynn McGonagall, grandniece to Minerva McGonagall, granddaughter to Adam McGonagall, and daughter of Evelyn Mathews and Sam McGonagall, who are currently in Ilvermorny."
"That's just not possible, Albus" Minerva exclaims, eyes wide. I look straight at Albus.
"Go on." I tell him "Do legilimency. I've been blocking you, but now my mind is open" His eyebrows raise, but I feel the familiarness of the tugging at my memories.
"She is telling the truth, Minerva." He says gravely, and her face goes pale. I lean forward, and begin with how I met Harry James Potter.