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A quick drabble that I might expand upon. A "What if Minerva Mcgonagall raised Hermione" story. ^^
Minerva Mcgonagall was cradling the young babe to her chest, rocking her slowly to comfort her. The girl had finally stopped crying, and looked up at her now with bright, intelligent eyes, taking in every detail around her.
She'd been just about to retire for the night, when young Arthur Weasley had stumbled through her floo, crying baby in his arms. She'd been concerned at first, that someone might have attacked the Burrow. While that wasn't the case, the truth was just as gruesome.
Arthur told her that death eaters had chosen the child's neighbourhood for a raid, and her house had been the one they hit. Her parents had been tortured to death and they headed for her next. The child must have been terrified and her fear had triggered an aggressive bout of accidental magic. The entire room had been blasted to pieces, the death eater along with it.
The first auror on the scene had been a young order member, Kingsley. He had contacted Arthur as he knew the man had experience with children. A quick investigation had revealed that the girl had no living relatives.
The poor thing was all alone in the world.
Arthur told her that he'd gladly take the girl in, but there simply wasn't any room at the burrow right now. And even if there had been, it just wouldn't be safe. Her magic was still running wild, and she might lash out if someone startled her. And the burrow wasn't exactly quiet, with 5, soon to be 6, boys in the house. She needed calm surroundings where she would feel safe, and well, Minerva was the calmest person he knew.
Minnie had been content with letting her branch of the family tree end with her. She had her heart broken when she was young and hadn't been willing to open her heart to anyone else. She loved her brothers and their children and was happy to know that the family line continued with them. Some people joked that she was married to her job as a teacher at Hogwarts, which wasn't far from the truth.
But now that she stood there, holding the child in her arms, she could feel that a part of her simply did not want to let the child go. Their magic was highly sympathetic, and she could feel the child reaching out to her in more than just the literal sense. Hermione Jean Granger would obviously grow up to become a strong witch. She would need proper guidance along the way.
Minerva gave the small girl her hand and the babe grabbed her finger tightly, gurgling with contentment. She couldn't suppress a smile.
Perhaps having a daughter wouldn't be so bad after all. Hermione Mcgonagall had a pretty nice ring to it.
Another small idea I had!
I did the math, and according to official numbers, Mcgonagall would be 44 the year Hermione was born. This takes place when Hermione is a bit over half a year old.
Hope you enjoyed it. ^3^